"He looks fine," - Miranda decided, staring up at the titanic young man in front of her. Her current client was called Ian and couldn't be older than twenty. Athletic body, short brown hair, freckled face, honest smile - all in all, a handsome young adult whose looks naturally evoke sympathy. Also, from what she could see behind the towering figure, he kept his dorm pretty clean which is always nice considering her size and the jobs she usually has to perform.
Ian spoke first.
"Miranda, right?"
"Oh, yes, that's me", she laughed, greeting him by bowing slightly.
"Alright. Good job being on time. Come in."
She accepted the invitation and proceeded inside his room, walking past the guy's jeans clad legs and feet in flip-flops. The owner of the room closed the door behind her.
"Nice outfit", Ian commented on her black and white maid uniform. Miranda's cheeks reddened. "Thanks".
"Had a safe trip through our residence halls?" Ian inquired with what seemed like genuine concern.
"Oh yes! The special tracks you have here really help a lot". Miranda put down her bag.
"Yeah, they've been working on those for quite a while. Anyways, I'm gonna cut right to the chase, if you don't mind".
"Not at all, I'm listening", Miranda replied, stepping back a little bit when Ian walked past her. The giant male approached a small brown sofa in the opposite end of the room and happily sat down, smile never leaving his face. His right hand dove into a front pocket of his oversized hoodie.
"It's pretty simple, okay? This tiny thing here..."
Ian's fingers pulled out a dollsized girl from the aforementioned pocket. Miranda was walking towards the smiling host, but was still too far away to make out any facial features; she could only see that the girl in Ian's grasp is mostly naked and has short blonde hair.
"...this tiny thing here is called Penny and she's my girlfriend. She really wants to master the art of massages and desires to observe a professional in action. So, you work your magic - I heard you are one of the best tiny masseuses! - and she'll just follow you around and try to replicate what you do. Got it?"
"I...I don't actually give lessons..." Miranda started, but the guy quickly interrupted her:
"You don't have to talk to her or anything, if you don't want to. Penny can be silent and invisible when she wants to, trust me on this one."
"Okay", Miranda muttered, figuring that wouldn't be a problem to her. "Where do we start?"
"Right where you are. Give me a fine footrub, maid".
Ian slipped his large feet - size 13 at least - out of his flip-flops which were swiftly tossed aside and stretched out his legs. At the same time he lowered the tiny female form of his girlfriend on the ground. Penny looked a bit light-headed as she stood there trembling.
"Make sure to watch her throughout the whole session", - Ian instructed in a lower tone. The blonde replied with something unintelligible.
The giant male then turned on the TV; his face was now out of Miranda's sight as he reclined on the sofa, quickly becoming absorbed in his show. The tiny maid then approached his feet, which were resting on their heels at a low angle to the ground. She now saw Penny clearly - and quickly understood that something wasn't right. The blonde wasn't wearing anything but a makeshift gown, which barely covered her chest and groin. Her hair was cut it a random, uneven fashion, and there were light bruises on her legs and shoulders. She was also very thin; the girl clearly was not eating enough.
Miranda stood there for a moment, considering her options. Penny is probably not a willing significant other of Miranda's client. However, can she really do anything about it right now? Does she even want to? At the end of the day, she can just get her payment, leave and report possible abuse after she's well out of Ian's reach. Or not report it at all and simply forget it. There are weird people out there and she might be overreacting; perhaps Ian and Penny are a loving couple, and the girl just does not care about the way she looks? And the bruises - well, there are bound to be some if one regularly engages in a sexual relationship with a guy about forty times their height?
"Hi, Penny", she said as she was considering all that.
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