The Bra Fairy

Chloe Cherry grips the torn bra above the trash, hesitating. Ryan Keely watches with a sly half-smile. “Leave it under your pillow,” she says. “The Bra Fairy might swap it for something nicer.” Chloe snorts, but the idea lingers. She lowers her arm, still clutching the bra, and mutters, “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” before heading upstairs. Ryan bites back a laugh. Night falls. Chloe slips the bra under her pillow, rolls her eyes at herself, and switches off the light. A hand slides beneath the pillow, old lace replaced by fresh silk. Chloe bolts upright, fumbles for the lamp. Light floods the room and she finds Casey Calvert standing there—tall, winged, black lace clinging to her curves. Chloe blurts, “Who the hell are you?” Casey’s smile is calm. “The Bra Fairy, of course.” Chloe studies the wings, the new bra, the way Casey’s breasts sit high and natural beneath sheer cups. Doubt flickers, then fades. Heat rises to her cheeks. “You’re…really fucking hot,” she whispers, then claps a hand over her mouth. Casey laughs softly. “You’re pretty cute yourself.” They meet in the middle of the bed. Casey’s mouth is warm, her hands confident as they roam Chloe’s bare skin. Chloe’s soft moans draw footsteps down the hall. The door opens; Ryan stops cold, stunned to see her joke made flesh. Casey turns, eyes sparkling. “Join us,” she says. Ryan lets the robe fall. Three bodies press together, Casey’s wings brushing skin as she shows them exactly what a real Bra Fairy can do.