It doesn't take long at all for you to discover where she's taking you. Specifically, it's her clothing choice that tips you off. Instead of her modest secretary uniform, Suzi slips into something you are torn between calling either sexy or slutty. It's a blue dolman blouse, one that is especially low cut on the right, completely leaving the bare skin of her shoulder area and one of your straps for all to see. The fabric doesn't even cling tightly to her chest, making it even worse (for you, at least) as any man sitting to her right will be getting an excellent view down her blouse and, of course, you by extension. Oddly, you're excited about this. Helping her lure drunk, horny men is something that should weird you out. Being that you're a bra though, you simply see it as an extension of your duty. If the Victoria's Secret fashion show is any indication, your job is to not only provide support, but sex appeal. Judging from Suzi's hour-glass reflection in the mirror, you think you've got it covered.
After a brief period of putting on make-up and the like, you and Suzi depart from her home for the club. The journey itself is unimportant; you spend most of your time focusing on the bouncing of her bosom, the feeling of her large breasts pressing against your soft fabric. With each step her flesh jiggles slightly, sending waves of sensation stronger that the last time she wore you. Perhaps you're simply accepting you existence as a bra more, allowing you to enjoy your duty more. Maybe she's purposefully putting more bounce in her step for the men she's passing on the street. There's no way of knowing really and frankly, you don't care. All that matters to you right now is supporting the jiggling mass that is Suzi's chest. That's the plan, you think, but like most plans, it ends up failing.
Something unexpected ruins your plans. It occurs at the club, once Suzi and her friends have bagged the attention of some of the inebriated patrons. Up until this point you've been ignoring their conversation, only paying attention on occasion to verify the situation. Despite your best attempts to ignore the drunken vagrants, their flirt conversation soon turns to an alarming chant; the group is shouting "Kiss! Kiss!". Too loud to simply brush off, you divert your thoughts to the group and realize the gravity of the situation. In their drunken state, Suzi and her friend had jokingly said that they were "barsexuals", girls who make out with other girls when drunk. A tactic used by women for attention, it worked, and the guys were now chanting for the two to make out. The peer pressure wins out and the girls go in for a kiss.
Initially you don't care too much about what was happening, but as the two girls move in you feel a strange sensation. The combination of the men cheering and the pressure of her tits starts combining into an odd pleasure. Waves of sensation pass through your "body" as you realize this feeling comes from the fact that you're serving your master to the best of your ability. The sensation's so strong, in fact, you feel yourself approaching a mental orgasm of sorts. Fear of what could happen is quickly supplanted by the lust to reach this pleasure plateau as you begin to cheer with the rest of the guys. With slight hesitation the girl's lips finally come to a lock and the begin to press their bodies passionately. A loud cheer travels through your side of the club while you simultaneously press against Suzi's friends breasts, causing even more pressure upon you. The combination of these 3 things, Suzi tits, the men's approval, and her friends chest sets off the mental orgasm. The feeling is too powerful for you to handle and you soon black out, your last thought being about how wonderful it is to live as a bra...