“It’s actually a simple little request.” Shannon explained. “I have to head in to work in a few minutes, and I’d like you to come along with me! It’ll be a little mother and son day!”
“Really? You want me to go with you to the modeling agency?” You asked, surprised at her request. She had never offered to take you before. It seemed like a pretty dangerous place to be, for someone of your rather pathetic stature.
“Of course! You’ve never been, right? It’ll be a new experience. You’ll get to see your mother in action!” Shannon beamed, clearly pleased with herself for thinking of this idea.
“But…it’s a little scary to be thrust into a new situation and…” You tried to speak, but your mother silenced you by lightly pressing down on your head with her pinky.
“No buts mister! I’m your mother, so you need to listen to me. Besides, your twenty-two. You have to branch out a little! Cut loose and have some fun!” Shannon giggled and removed her finger from your head. You sighed in defeat. There was simply no arguing with her.
“…fine.” You relented. Shannon squealed with excitement.
“Then let’s go!” She cried, scooping you up without warning. She crossed her room, grabbing her wallet, cell phone, and a few other personal belongings. She then dumped you and her belongings into her purse and zipped it shut. She grabbed her purse and headed downstairs, outside, and out to her car.
You bounced around the inside of your mother’s pitch-black purse, painfully bumping around against the other objects shoved into the inky darkness. Every impact squished your tiny body a little bit further, and you silently cursed your mother for how careless she could be with you. You thought that, with the absurd amount of times she had been singlehandedly responsible for tormenting you, she would have learned a thing or two. Clearly not.
The drive to your mother’s place of work took about twenty minutes, and there was nothing you could do but wait in the purse and brood, bracing yourself everytime the car went over a bump in the road. You could hear the muffled voice of your mother singing along to songs on the radio, but that was about it.
Your mother worked at a huge modeling agency called “Starlight Modeling”. Starlight was one of the biggest names in modeling, and your mother was one of the most recognizable models in the country by fashion lovers. In fact, just the previous year, she had been awarded the honor of “Sexiest Swimsuit Model” by a popular tabloid magazine.
Shannon pulled into her private parking space in front of the building, grabbing her purse and heading inside. She said hello to the security guards and her personal secretary, before bustling off to her private dressing room. Once in her dressing room, she tossed her purse onto a rather luxurious couch, and shuffled into the bathroom. A minute later she returned and zipped open her purse.
“MOM!” You called up to her, shielding your eyes from the bright light. Shannon gasped lightly.
“Oh gosh. I nearly forgot about you Sammy.” Your mother picked you up and lifted you out of her purse. She set you down on the couch beside her purse. “Wait here for a second while I change into my first outfit of the day.”
You watched your mom walk out of sight, though you could hear her rummaging through a closet somewhere behind you. You heard the sound of her stripping out of her clothes and changing into something else. Just then, a pair of discarded leggings sailed through the air and slapped down on top of you.
You let out a surprised cry as you were buried beneath the slightly sweaty leggings, though thankfully you weren’t squashed flat. Fumbling around, you managed to pop back out into the light, out from under the leggings. No doubt your mom had carelessly tossed them onto the couch, and had no idea that she had nearly sentenced you to quite the horrible fate.
Shannon walked back into your view a second later, and you balked. She was a white bikini top several sizes too small for her, white material that was practically see-through. Matching white bikini bottoms nearly disappeared between her thick and jiggly butt cheeks. Your mother was showing off an absurdly inappropriate amount of skin, yet was smiling innocently, without a trace of awkwardness from standing in front of her own son in a skimpy bikini.
“I’m all set! Let’s go.” Your mother picked you up and walked out of her dressing room, locking the door behind her. She turned down hallway after hallway, and walked through several doors. You were thoroughly lost at this point, having absolutely no idea where you were in this endless maze of a building.
Finally, your mother entered a secluded room that appeared to be set up for a photoshoot. Several cameras and lights were placed around the center of the room, where a large spread of sand was lying on the ground in front of a green screen. There was also a beach chair, a towel, an umbrella, and a bag with sunscreen in it. It was clear that today’s photoshoot was centered around a fun day at the beach.
It was only then that you noticed about four other girls hanging around the room. One of the girls was dressed in business casual and was carrying a clipboard, so she was presumably the director. However, the other three girls were all dressed in revealing swimsuits that bravely showed off their impressive and eye-catching curves. They were sitting and chatting in the corner of the room. You realized now where you truly were: A modeling agency with hundreds of sexy girls in its employ!
Your mom set you down on a small stool that had her name written on it. She bent down, leaning over you to speak to you quietly. It was nearly impossible not to stare at the two humongous fleshy globes dangling right above your head.
“Sammy, I’m up first today. Now you can see what I do at my job! I hope you have fun today!” She gave you a friendly wink, before walking off to talk to the director.
You sat on her stool, looking around the room. Did she really expect you to sit here on her stool for several hours straight? You considered maybe doing something else. It might be dangerous, but your mom had told you to branch out and cut loose, right?
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