Sandwich And Milk

Sandwich And Milk


Cat leaned across the counter and grabbed a knife. She laid out her sandwich on two napkins and cut it from one corner to the other. The waiter took the knife rudely as Cat started to return it.
“If you had cut the fucking thing like I asked, I wouldn’t have needed it,” Cat growled. The waiter bowed coldly and left. She was suddenly aware of many sets of eyes focused on her breasts in the bar-type mirror on the back of the wall. She looked down at her full, milk-filled breast and felt a little burst of pride. They were growing nicely. Hopefully they would stick around if she breast fed her baby. It was due any moment. She loved the attention her breasts were gaining her. Her boss even allowed her a longer lunch break, after staring at her breasts for almost an hour during a meaningless conversation. Knowing her boss, he would be wacking off behind that big mahogany desk of his about now. Let him, it was all he was getting from her.
“Do you mind?” a tiny female voice asked from her elbow. She stopped, in the act of biting her sandwich, and nodded toward the empty chair. A small girl with bleach blonde hair took the seat and gained the waiter’s attention.
“Ham, gouda, sauerkraut, one pickle slice, and mustard on rye bread,” the woman said with practiced ease. “Oh, and a diet coke,” she called, unrolling money.
“Um, me too,” Cat gasped around her sandwich.
“Two diets,” the girl said, unrolling more money.
“Uh, no, I’ve got it,” Cat said, reaching in her pocket.
“Nonsense. It’s only a dollar.”
“This is the first long lunch I’ve had in ages,” Cat said, wiping her hands on a napkin. She grabbed the other half or her sandwich and began wolfing it down.
“I get 30 minutes, no matter what,” the cute blonde said, taking the drinks and handing one to Cat. They both drank greedily. Cat was gratified to see the woman staring at her breasts. She must have forgotten the mirror. To her horror she felt her nipples reacting to the girl’s attention. She looked down to see her nipples lengthening to horrible size in her blouse. In a moment they looked like two missiles under a blanket.
“That is a wonderful sight,” the blonde said. “Oops,” she dropped her sandwich and wiped her mouth hastily. “You have a little problem, sweetie.”
“Huh, what?” Cat was alarmed.
“Milk,” the girl whispered. Cat looked down to see double stains on the front of her light blue blouse. Horrified, she put her hand across her chest. This, of course, drew attention to her massive breasts from every male in the room.
“Oh God,” Cat leaped from her stool and ran for the bathroom.
“Bag it,” the girl said from behind her. Cat ran into the bathroom and stood staring at the mirror in horror. The stains were growing.
The bathroom door opened. She threw her arm over her breasts, then sighed in relief when the blonde girl appeared. “I came to help,” the girl said in a businesslike manner.