In clear traffic, the tailor's shop was ten minutes away from the dealership, but it took her half an hour. She didn't consider the time completely wasted, of course, given that she'd kept an orgasm going for most of it.
Parking her cars, she walked into the shop.
"Ah, Miss Wrigley," said the tailor, a kindly older woman to whom Jessica took an instant liking. "Please--
"Ah, Miss Wrigley," said the tailor, a petite young woman to whom Jessica took an instant liking. "Please--
"Ah, Miss Wrigley," said the tailor, a young woman almost as tall as Jessica, with ten breasts almost comparatively as large as Jessica's, thirty-six arms with twelve fingers each, four heads and, Jessica noted jealously, three--
"Ah, Miss Wrigley," said the tailor, a young woman almost as tall as Jessica, with ten breasts almost comparatively as large as Jessica's, thirty-six arms with twelve fingers each, four heads and, Jessica noted, three bodies. Jessica got wet all over again at the thought of having each of the woman's bodies sandwiched between two of her six.
"Please," the woman continued, "sit. My name is Raya Valquez. I assume all your bodies are identical?" She waited for Jessica's nod. "I will need you to be naked in order to get accurate measurements. Would you be more comfortable if I were also naked?"
Jessica nodded, and Raya drew the blinds and locked the door, then quickly disrobed to reveal three sopping cunts. Jessica had already noted the fine detail of Raya's clothing that made it ideal for someone built as she was.
"I take it you make your own clothes?" she asked.
"Yes, of course. I wouldn't be much of a tailor if I didn't, I think."
Jessica nodded, and Raya quickly got to work with multiple measuring tapes. "Okay, all breasts identical, height nine feet..." She rattled off Jessica's measurements in seconds.
"So what sort of clothing are you looking for, Miss Wrigley?"
"Business suits, casual clothing, lingerie, formal wear, the works. A wardrobe complete for all occasions for a woman in my position. I will also want to retain your services, possibly as my personal tailor, possibly exclusively as such. I can compensate you very handsomely, of course."
"I have no doubt you can. Before we get to such details, however, I must know two more things. What is your lift strength, and what is your top speed? I need to know in order to use the proper fabrics--if you are too strong for the chosen fabric, you may simply tear straight through it."
"Unknown on both counts, unfortunately. The most I've ever been able to lift is ten million tons, with very little strain, and as for speed it may well be a significant fraction of the speed of light. I know I was able to travel two hundred miles in the space of a few seconds about a year ago, but I've never tested it any further. I'm also completely bulletproof."
"I know," said Raya. Jessica saw one of her other bodies slip into the back of the shop. Her other body went red in the face, and she became rather quiet. "I've seen all your videos."
Jessica raised her eyebrows.
Raya coughed. "Very well. I do have the fabrics necessary, but they are extremely expensive and hard to acquire--"
"Expense is not an issue, and if you require the fabrics, I have extensive holdings in all textiles companies."
"I do not doubt that you do, however it is not the fabric that is an issue. The equipment necessary to work the fabric dulls very quickly, and it will be a few weeks before I can get enough in--
"I do not doubt that you do, however it is not the fabric that is an issue. The equipment necessary to work the fabric dulls very quickly--"
Jessica cut Raya off. "That is not a problem. One of my most recent acquisitions was of a company working on making equipment to work the fabric in question without dulling." Jessica pulled out her smartphone and quickly scrolled through it. "Ah, there we go. Just this morning I received confirmation that the first tests of the equipment showed positive results. I will have it delivered immediately."
"How many copies exist?" asked Raya.
"Just the one. But that is no matter, I have already told them to build more. Still, those will be used for testing and will not be on the market for some time."
Raya nodded. "Shall we go through the list of all the clothing you will require?"
About half an hour later, the list was finalized. "Can you also refer me to a good cordwainer? I will of course require numerous sorts of shoes."
"Of course, Miss Wrigley. Though I have not been myself, numerous clients have told me that Martin Felicio's work is incomparable." Jessica filed the name away.
"As for the issue of payment--"
"As I said, expense is not an issue."
"It is not an issue for you, Miss Wrigley, but it is an issue for me. I will have to acquire the fabric your clothes require as this list exceeds even the amount I keep in stock. And at ten million dollars per yard, you are not likely to find another tailor who has as much as I do."
"Again, that is not an issue. I am the majority owner of one of the companies producing this fabric. I will see to it that they provide you with whatever you need at a deep discount. I assume you will also want a deposit?"
"Yes. I estimate the total cost--fabric, thread, labour--at--"
"Will fifty billion dollars suffice?" Jessica interjected.
"As I was about to say, Miss Wrigley, I estimate the total cost at approximately twenty billion dollars."
"That will decrease significantly due to your receiving the equipment for free and the fabric at a price far below market value. However, that will be made up for by my insistence on having six of the suits, at least, available for pickup tomorrow in the early morning, and the rest by that evening."
Raya's eyes bulged. "Miss Wrigley, I must protest! I cannot do that work for any sum--"
"How many assistants would you require to complete the work, and what sort of training would they need?"
Raya rattled off a list, and Jessica made multiple phone calls. "You will have the help you need. You will not have to pay them, as they are on the payroll of companies I own."
"But I do not know these people. I cannot guarantee their work will meet my standards."
"I can guarantee that their work will meet mine, and mine, Miss Valquez, are rather higher than yours."
Raya swallowed. "Very well."
"Now," said Jessica, "will fifty billion dollars suffice as a deposit?"
"That will, by my estimate, cover half the expense, yes."
Jessica phoned a bank at which she had extensive holdings. The automated menu came on, but she simply said her name and was immediately put through to a high-level manager.
"Ah, Miss Wrigley. What can I do for you this evening?"
"I need you to set up an account for a Miss Raya..."
"Maria," added Raya.
"...Maria Valquez." She spelled the name. "I will bring her by the branch at 46th and Lawn soon to verify the account. In the meantime, have it held in my name and transfer fifty billion dollars in an optimal combination of investments and cash from my accounts to hers."
"Very well, Miss Wrigley. I shall inform the branch manager to prepare for you."
Jessica hung up. "I will arrange for a further twenty-five billion upon delivery of the suits, and the final hundred and twenty-five billion upon completion of the order."
Raya nodded.
"Now, before my employees get here, I wish to discuss with you the matter of putting you on retainer."
"Yes. I am willing to work exclusively for you, however in that case my retainer will be high and I will not credit it against any orders you make. If I merely have to give your orders priority, I will credit half your retainer, which can be significantly lower, against your orders."
"I will determine whether to retain you, and if so, in what manner, upon full delivery, however I am willing to pay a weekly retainer of five billion dollars for exclusivity and of two billion dollars for priority. You will in either case continue to receive equipment from my research labs and fabrics at a cut rate from my companies, though the discount will of course be deeper should I retain you with exclusivity."
Raya nodded. "Those prices are reasonable and I will accept either offer."
"Good," said Jessica. "Now, I've got the bank opening a branch for me, so I believe we should get over there."
Two of Jessica's bodies left with one of Raya's.
The branch manager greeted the three at the door. "Miss Wrigley, and Miss Valquez? Please, come in."
He ushered them into an exclusive lounge.
The procedure didn't take long, though there were numerous forms to be signed. It didn't take much persuading from Jessica in order for Raya to receive the same interest rates on deposits and loans as she received.
When they got back to Raya's store, Jessica's employees had arrived and already set up under Raya's direction. Jessica bade them farewell and drove to the cordwainer's.
Martin Felicio was a night owl and kept his store open late. He quickly measured Jessica's feet and went to the back of his store, producing a pair of leather shoes that fit her perfectly. She quickly ordered an entire run of shoes in numerous styles, including some that made his eyes pop, and paid him a sum similar to that which she had paid Raya, with similar expectations on the work, and similar assistance from her own staff.
Her outings done, she went back to James's place.
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