LACTOGENESIS XXIX: 

THE FIRST CLIENT, PART TWO 
 
 When Jeremy rang the doorbell, the very chimes of Big Ben sounded deep 
within the gigantic abode that housed Bill and Eleanor Overstreet, his 
and Chris's first client. One of the double doors creaked open to reveal 
a severe looking but not altogether unattractive woman in her early 
thirties -- Eleanor, Chris figured. She was dressed smartly but casually 
in a cerise silk blouse and tight white slacks -- tight enough to reveal 
the remnants of a tummy which had held a baby not two months before. Her 
dark blonde hair was pulled back so tightly that her skin was pulled 
taut across her cheekbones, and she wore too much makeup. She wore a 
conspicuously gaudy pearl-and-diamond necklace, and sported a wedding 
ring that had to be five carats. 
 She fixed Jeremy with a displeased scowl. "You're a half hour late," 
she scolded. "Poor little Thad is practically starving." Indeed, in the 
recesses of the hallways behind her, the yowlings of a hungry baby were 
barely audible. 
 "A thousand pardons. We were...unavoidably delayed," he replied, with a 
knowing look in Chris's direction. For her part, Chris's cunt was still 
moist from the aftermath of the quickie she and Jeremy had shared only a 
few minutes before. She hoped the clouds of Obsession she had sprayed 
over herself were sufficient to mask the smell of sex. 
 Eleanor turned her laser-like glance to Chris. For a few moments, Chris 
felt vaguely like a slave girl on the auction block, being subjected to 
the probing stares of prospective buyers. She felt Eleanor's eyes 
scanning her up and down, stopping, of course, at Chris's bustline. 
Chris tried in vain to suppress the erection of her nipples as she 
realized where Eleanor's eyes had rested. Dammit, she thought. If she 
tells me to turn around, I'm out of here. Oh, well, caveat emptor, I 
guess. 
 Without taking her eyes off Chris's tits, Eleanor said, "Well, she 
certainly looks healthy and...qualified." Not even a hello, Chris 
thought. Well fuck you too. She extended her hand. "My name is 
Christine, Mrs. Overstreet. I'm happy to meet you." Eleanor's response 
was to shift her gaze to meet Chris's eyes. She did not take her hand. 
 Jeremy interposed quickly, handing Eleanor a folder. "Speaking of 
healthy, here are the medical records you requested. Flying colors all 
around. A nutritional analysis of the sample is also in there. You 
couldn't ask for better." 
 What the hell? Chris wondered. Medical records? Mine, of course. 
 How did he...? Jeremy must have more connections than he lets on. And 
what sample? Did he milk me while I was asleep or something? Chris felt 
slightly creepy at these new developments, but a slight buzzing in her 
pussy told her she could still have fun here. Onward into the breach, 
dear friends... 
 Without a word, Eleanor led them deep into the huge house to a large 
family room, done completely in white. The increased volume of the 
baby's cries indicated he was in an adjoining room. Rising from an 
overstuffed chair to meet them was a very tall, very thin, mustachioed, 
slightly balding man with a big smile, huge teeth, and graying temples. 
"Jeremy, how the hell are you?" he boomed, pumping Jeremy's hand 
enthusiastically. "Thanks for arranging this. I'm sure both Eleanor and 
Thad will appreciate it a lot." He turned to Chris. Unlike his wife, 
Bill Overstreet's attitude was warm and friendly. He took Chris's hand 
to kiss it. "Chris. Hi. Jeremy's told us all about you. We're so glad 
you've decided to help us out." He bent to kiss her hand but stopped 
short when he felt his wife's icy gaze on him. 
 "Shall we get on with it?" Eleanor asked tersely. "Did Jeremy tell you 
about our conditions?" Chris just nodded. "Good. Are you able to feed 
the baby now?" Another nod. "Excellent. I'll be right back with him." 
She turned on her heel and marched into the nursery. 
 After a few seconds of silence, Bill said softly, "I apologize for 
Eleanor. Even though she really wants to stop nursing, I think she's 
going to miss it more than she realizes. I think she's a little engorged 
right now, and it's made her a little grouchy. She's really a very sweet 
lady, and a hell of a mother." He seemed about to say more, but just 
then Eleanor returned, carrying little Thad. 
 Chris rose to look inside the little bundle in Eleanor's arms, and 
instantly fell in love. Thad was seven weeks old. He had a perfectly 
round face, chubby cheeks, clear blue eyes presently swimming in tears 
of hunger, and a full head of dark hair. He also had a loud clear voice, 
which he was using to express his displeasure at being made to wait to 
have dinner. Chris found herself unconsciously reaching to take him. 
Eleanor reluctantly let her. As the baby settled into Chris's arms, she 
felt a sudden rush of tenderness toward the child. She was momentarily 
surprised at her emotionality until she remembered reading that the 
hormones that regulate lactation also act to encourage feelings of 
nurturing. She also felt another kind of rush as her breasts suddenly 
swelled with a burst of milk production. It was almost as if they were 
independently responding to the purpose for which they evolved, feeding 
a baby. It was all Chris could do to suppress a letdown reflex that 
would have brought the house down. 
 She looked down at the baby in her arms. Well, little fellow, this is 
the moment of truth. Are you gonna buy me a new car or not? Thad took a 
few seconds to focus on the strange face above him, but when he did, he 
smiled a big toothless smile, cooed softly, and tried to snuggle against 
Chris's warm bosom. 
 Eleanor's demeanor changed in that instant. She smiled almost sadly, 
rested a hand on Chris's shoulder, and said, "This is going to work. I'm 
so glad." She then guided Chris to sit with Thad in a high-backed chair 
with a small footstool in front of it. This was clearly the place where 
she had been feeding Thad, and she was clearly unhappy to be giving it 
up to Chris. She looked forlornly at Bill, whose loving look seemed to 
be saying, It's okay honey, this will be over soon, and you'll be back 
at your bridge club in no time. 
 Chris looked helplessly at Jeremy, then Eleanor. "I...I don't know how 
to do this..." she stammered, embarrassed. 
 "Jeremy told us," Bill said soothingly. "Don't be upset. We wouldn't 
want anything to interfere with your...comfort. Eleanor will show you 
what you need to do." He fell silent, his hands folded in his lap. It 
was soon clear that both he and Jeremy intended to stay and watch. 
 Chris suddenly realized that she hadn't dressed properly for this; her 
top did not button down the front. She would have to pull the whole 
thing off over her head, which would leave her naked from the waist up. 
Eleanor understood this as well, and took Thad back while Chris removed 
her top. As her incredible breasts bounced into view, she heard a quick 
intake of breath from Bill's direction. She glanced at him and was 
almost disappointed to see a lack of reaction on his face. No wait, his 
nostrils are definitely flaring, and he does seem to be fidgeting a 
bit... 
 Eleanor was also trying to remain cool, but it was clear that she was 
impressed with Chris's outstanding assets. Under her breath she 
muttered, "And I was worried about ruining my figure." 
 Chris heard her. She said, "It's not too late to change your mind. 
Breastfeeding is a great way to get back in shape after having a baby, 
and all that stuff about your breasts shriveling away is a myth." She 
looked at Jeremy and was surprised to see him staring murderously at 
her. 
 He relaxed visibly when Bill said, "No, we've decided. Eleanor would 
have to spend too much time close to home. That's just not compatible 
with our lifestyle." 
 So why have the kid in the first place, Chris thought, but stayed 
silent. Eleanor had removed the baby's outer wrap and placed him back in 
her arms. The feel of his smooth warm skin against hers renewed those 
nurturing feelings, and she felt her nipples become distended with warm 
milk. A white droplet appeared at the tip of each. 
 Eleanor showed Chris how to position the baby so that he could get a 
good shot at her nipple. As she moved it close, Thad seemed to smell the 
milk, for he rooted in the direction of Chris's breast, found it, and 
latched on with a vengeance. 
 Chris yelped in pain and surprise at such ferocity from such a little 
guy. Eleanor immediately stepped forward. "He doesn't have enough of 
your nipple in his mouth," she said. "He needs to be able to get part of 
the areola in as well so that the flow can go unimpeded. Here, let me 
help you." She deftly inserted her finger in the corner of the baby's 
mouth, breaking the suction. As she removed her finger, Chris could 
swear she felt it briefly caress her swollen nipple, sending an electric 
shock through her tingling breast. 
 "Let's try again," Eleanor said. 
 Chris felt the pressure of the milk building behind her areolae and 
quickly said, "Could I have a towel, first?" Bill instantly produced one 
from the bar which Eleanor draped across Chris's lap. 
 Chris was convinced that her nipple was far too big and long for little 
Thad to take the whole thing in his mouth, but on the second try, he did 
just that, shoving it far back into his tiny throat. Chris's eyes went 
wide as the baby began to suckle. She was totally unprepared for the 
sucking power that little body contained. It was even harder than 
Jeremy's in his most passionate moments. A flood of pleasure/pain 
coursed over her, and she literally gasped. Eleanor only smiled 
knowingly. 
 Chris's body responded with alacrity to this onslaught. She felt cunt 
juice begin to trickle into the maxi-pad she was wearing while her 
letdown reflex exploded in full force. A jet of milk sprayed from her 
open breast, past the towel, and across the carpeting. Bill and Jeremy 
both almost jumped out of their chairs. "Whoa!" Bill yelled. Eleanor 
immediately picked up the towel and draped it over Chris's spouting 
boob. Thad, incredibly, was equal to the task, gurgling and swallowing 
rapidly, happily keeping up with the torrent of good milk Chris was 
providing. 
 Chris was overwhelmed by the intensity of this experience. Her moment 
of guilt at experiencing sexual arousal from the suckling of a baby 
vanished quickly. This seemed the most natural thing in the world; why 
shouldn't it be pleasurable? Babies would have starved to death if God 
hadn't made nursing feel good. She remembered reading Masters and 
Johnson, where they'd documented that some women achieved orgasm while 
breastfeeding. 
 She knew in that second that she was going to join that elite group. 
Her breathing began coming faster; she felt the maxi-pad swelling, 
trying in vain to contain the coming flood. Her juices were pushing past 
it, seeping around the edges of her panties, dampening her slacks. She 
looked up with confusion and lust, and in that moment her eyes locked 
with Bill's. She fixed on them, seeing his excitement, almost hearing 
him telepathically urging her on to orgasm. He and Jeremy both had 
visible erections. She knew she was going to come soon. 
 Come on, come on, come on, come on, Bill's eyes told her. 
 With a whimper, Chris shut her eyes tight and came like a freight 
train. Forcing herself to refrain from screaming and thrashing about 
with the baby in her lap only served to intensify the orgasm. She 
snorted through wide-open nostrils, panting furiously, riding it out, 
while Thad kept suckling, totally oblivious to his nursemaid's plight. A 
dark stain spread outward across Chris's lap, around, and down into the 
chair. The realization that she must be making a hell of a mess was 
sufficient to snap her out of it, and she recovered quickly. 
 "Oh, my God, I'm sorry," she blurted out. "I had no idea that would 
happen." 
 "That's quite all right. I'm sure it happens all the time," Bill 
reassured her. "If it makes you feel any better, it happened to me, 
too." 
 Indeed, there was a wet spot on his pants as well. 
 "If that had happened to me, I never would have decided to quit," 
Eleanor said. 
 "Are you sure it didn't, honey?" Bill asked. 
 "What do you mean?" 
 "Well, look at yourself." 
 Eleanor glanced down at herself. Sure enough, the entire front of her 
blouse was soaked through. Watching Chris's arousal had triggered her 
own letdown reflex, and it had been sufficiently strong to soak right 
through her clothing. 
 "Oh, shit!" she cried, in most unladylike fashion. "This blouse is 
ruined! Oh!" She dabbed at it with the towel before realizing it was 
also soaking wet. She threw it on the floor in disgust. She plucked at 
her dripping wet front and said frantically, "You're hired. Please 
finish feeding Thad while I go change. Bill will finish up with the 
particulars while I'm gone, won't you, darling?" Without waiting for an 
answer, she hurried off down the hallway. 
 Bill smiled his toothy smile. "Sweetheart," he said to Chris. "If you 
promise to do this more than just this one time, I'll double whatever 
Eleanor has decided to pay you." 
 Chris looked at Jeremy, then down at the baby. He had detached himself 
from her breast, so she placed him at the other one, and immediately 
felt him latch on and begin draining her again. As she felt another 
orgasm beginning, she said huskily, "Mr. Overstreet, I shall consider 
it."