&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Dude, double-Ds? There's no way you carry those things around. Do any customers ever request them that big?" David asked.<br /> <br /> "Are you kidding? Half of them have me in F cups," Mike laughed. "Why do you think I'm always down at the gym working on my core? 500 CCs of silicone on the chest become a work hazard once they start swinging."<br /><br /> Another of David's brothers was getting married. As the seemingly eternal bachelor of the family, David had started to resent these family get-togethers, already anticipating the undercurrent of ridicule from his many happily married brothers and councils. This year he'd decided he'd had enough, and reached out to the casting agency, PairRent. They would hire out a partner for an evening or longer, a girlfriend, husband, or wife built to specification. They charged obscene prices for occasionally obscene services but, as luck would have it, his friend worked for them, and knew their pricing structure inside out. He'd agreed to play the part of David's fiance for the evening, charging him mate's rates for the surgery and the service.<br /><br /> "Only $80 extra for the F cups..." David gulped, staring at his friend's casting photos in the brochure with a deepening blush.<br /><br /> Mike thumped his arm. "Don't even think about it. Besides, my figure isn't built for them. They just look absurd. Bigger isn't always better."<br /><br /> "But-"<br /><br /> "I thought you were on a budget," Mike laughed, reaching across to tick the box for a modest pair of C-size breasts, and flicking to the next page. "We'll say you're providing my clothing to cut the price, but I have a few items in my wardrobe I can wear... It's a wedding so you're providing the food... hm, you don't need any of these services," he said, quickly crossing out a long list of spousal options, ranging from housework to breastfeeding.<br /><br /> "What's a 'girlfriend experience'?"<br /><br /> "You don't need to know."<br /><br /> "Why are these two pages stuck together?"<br /><br /> "Don't worry about it. Okay, so one trick we can use to lower the overall price of the package is we put 'kissing' down on a pay-per-kiss basis. Then if we increase the voluntary excess for each kiss to, let's say, $100 each we-"<br /><br /> David frowned. "Seems kinda pricey."<br /><br /> Mike rolled his eyes. "What does it matter? We're not gonna be kissing. $100 times zero is still zero, dingus. You just need me to hang off your arm for a few hours."<br /><br /> "... Right... Yeah..." David couldn't take his eyes off the photos in the brochure, his best friend squeezed into a corset and dress that emphasized the feminine attributes of his slender body. He licked his lips. "S-so you're, like, a professional at this, right? For a hundred bucks... how good is this kiss...?"