This choice: She notices your buzz but decides she has no other choice but to wear you still • Go Back...Chapter #5Backfired attention by: bobob1   Shannon mused to herself "Maybe I should just go in and tell them what happend, I would't get me in too much trouble." But right as she did she could feel a slight buzzing coming from her cheeks. The memory that her son had agreed to do this for her flooded back, She reasoned that he must have heard her and was getting upset if she had done this and didn't actually NEED him. So to save face she would just have to wear him for the whole shoot. "Then again, I'd probably get fired if I don't have a Bikini to pose in." she said that part out loud for your benefit.
Unfortunately for you, you could't really hear what she was saying at all, with no Idea that your minuscule efforts had sealed your fate. You could feel her walking over to her wardrobe each movement grinding you farther between the mountains. Shannon was pulling on clothes to go to her work, the pressure of her cheeks and the little bit of your light dissipated as she slipped on some skinny jeans. You had thought that the pressure you were under was bad before, this was a hundred times worse. Her cheeks were compressed so tightly that you and sweat were the only things really moving, and it felt like your were being pulled and rolled, it was certain that now even if someone were to check closely your features would not even show up.
Shannon was hurrying out the door as she passed Stacy who stopped her. "Hey mom, are you done talking to Sam? he's supposed to start tutoring today." Shannon couldn't exactly tell her daughter that her big brother was currently serving as replacement clothes, so she thought of a lie really quickly and a good one for how she can be most of the time.
"um, I found a client for him, yha, she's a newer model but she's studying, something... I don't remember what but I'm sure Sammy can handle it." Stacy seemed to buy it and let her mother get out the door. Shannon got in her car to drive somehow increasing the pressure. During the course of the drive, Shannon's favorite song started playing causing her to bounce a little as a sort of dance, pulling you even tighter on her and clearing her mind of all thoughts of her son's predicament.
Getting to the agency and into the room for the shoot was rather uneventful, and the other model's greeted her as she got there. As soon as her cheeks were freed you felt a sense of relief that you didn't think was possible while you were stretched so thin. and for once you could hear what was going on.
"Dang Shannon, I thought they gave you a bigger pair than that, I'm surprised those things haven't snapped by now." you didn't quite recognize the voice through the tons of booty in your way but at least you could make out the words.
"Gave me? but I've had this pair for a week?" your mother said quizzically,
"of course you have they gave us each a different color to test out so we could give a review. Don't you remember the meeting last week? I swear Shannon I'm surprised that you even remembered to bring the right one." The words you heard were about the worst you could have, Shannon might be playing dumb, which was unlikely, but to find out that she Defiantly had the bottoms that went with her tops was infuriating. Unbeknownst to everyone however was that the reason Shannon didn't have the bottoms was that they had in fact been too small for her and had broken near the beginning of the week. Shannon had simply forgotten she had thrown them away.
Back in the present Shannon beamed "Well I guess they are getting a great review because this is the most comfortable swimsuit I've ever worn." The conversation ended when the girls were being called over to do the Shoot.
Shannon got into quite a few posses that pulled you out even farther, and the sweat was starting to get to you as the heat of the room was as bad as at a real beach. You were feeling soar and your face was pressing up against Shannon's asshole but you couldn't stop thinking about what was going to happen after the shoot was over. you could feel your mother walking and talking with a few people but then you heard a shout from the director that filled you with dread.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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