bustyroleplayer
Planetoid
- Joined
- Apr 13, 2015
- Location
- London
Amy had newly turned eighteen just a week ago and is celebrating it on summer vacation with her friends. They were there for only a few days when Amy was approached in the town square by an energetic, young, marketing lady who explained that her company was looking for models. The details were sketchy which made Amy equally curious as well as uneasy. She never really thought of herself as a model. Her self-conscious outlook of her appearance made her lack confidence in how she looked which was reflected in her choice of clothing. Though Amy was of petite build she possessed a very large bottom that stretched out almost all of her clothing. The way her tiny waist tapered inwards only accentuated the acute curvature of her bottom even more so. Today was no different – Amy wore a loose flowing white dress that did its best to drape over her teenage rump without offering too much of an indication of its shape and size whilst the top half covered her bust to show just a hint of her natural cleavage. Amy’s bust was bigger than natural and she felt more comfortable with it than she did her hips and behind; though still she was always shy when being complimented by suitors.
The girl was lovely, vibrant, and excitable. She didn’t give Amy much time to talk let alone think about what she was putting on the table. Amy hadn’t even agreed to the proposal but was quickly led, with the girl gripping her wrist, over to the studio that was just a few minutes walk away. Amy stood outside the large, grey, building that housed several recording studios. It was the typical 1980s modular-built cheaply made shell stuffed full of music and mixing rooms as well as several large film sets. There was no headline company that used the building, just smaller production companies that rented out the space when required. The air-conditioned breeze that washed against her bare legs felt refreshing on what was surely the hottest day of the year. The marketing girl spoke on the phone and then, without a word back to Amy, pulled her along to a side office. She wasn’t forceful or aggressive in her direction but clearly was in a rush though did it with an easy going attitude.
The door to the office open and Amy’s eyes were flooded with bright artificial light. There was just a black leather sofa facing a large desk that had a swivel chair behind it. With a push on her lower back Amy was shepherded into the mock studio office. “Good luck. You’ll be awesome and don’t be nervous. Just follow the lead. Come find me after, doll, and tell me how it went.” That’s all she heard when the door loudly shut behind her. Amy stood silently near the door of the office and felt wave after wave of nervousness begin to bounce around her body. She had no idea what she was even doing there – it all happened too quickly. Her short legs starting to fidget as her sandaled feet shuffled on the carpeted surface. One of her small hands reaches up to start curling around in her very long light brunette hair, wanting something to play with, as she waited for someone to come in.
The girl was lovely, vibrant, and excitable. She didn’t give Amy much time to talk let alone think about what she was putting on the table. Amy hadn’t even agreed to the proposal but was quickly led, with the girl gripping her wrist, over to the studio that was just a few minutes walk away. Amy stood outside the large, grey, building that housed several recording studios. It was the typical 1980s modular-built cheaply made shell stuffed full of music and mixing rooms as well as several large film sets. There was no headline company that used the building, just smaller production companies that rented out the space when required. The air-conditioned breeze that washed against her bare legs felt refreshing on what was surely the hottest day of the year. The marketing girl spoke on the phone and then, without a word back to Amy, pulled her along to a side office. She wasn’t forceful or aggressive in her direction but clearly was in a rush though did it with an easy going attitude.
The door to the office open and Amy’s eyes were flooded with bright artificial light. There was just a black leather sofa facing a large desk that had a swivel chair behind it. With a push on her lower back Amy was shepherded into the mock studio office. “Good luck. You’ll be awesome and don’t be nervous. Just follow the lead. Come find me after, doll, and tell me how it went.” That’s all she heard when the door loudly shut behind her. Amy stood silently near the door of the office and felt wave after wave of nervousness begin to bounce around her body. She had no idea what she was even doing there – it all happened too quickly. Her short legs starting to fidget as her sandaled feet shuffled on the carpeted surface. One of her small hands reaches up to start curling around in her very long light brunette hair, wanting something to play with, as she waited for someone to come in.
