The empty bodysuit stared back at him from the bottom of the box and the possibilities and opportunities immediately began to flood into Dominic ‘s mind. As the owner of a failing modeling agency, there was about a million different ways to make money from this and it could be the lifeline his company badly needed. it was a lifeline Sage no longer had, he thought guiltily of his recently deceased model whose house he was currently looting for anything that might help his business but….bah, how many times had he warned her to be careful with those pills he had given her?
And look…le at this fabulous house she owned while he lived in a cramped apartment…he owed her nothing… He held up the bodysuit before him and slowly realised its true potential.Something like this could make anyone a model…it could bypass all the hysterics and melocharna that came with working with beautiful people and give model-looks to any plain Jane willing to do whatever he said, true Jsposable beauty. it could work on anyone.
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He had had doubts whether it would fit him but it was only for a few mimutes to make sure his discovery would be realistic enough for what he wanted and now Dominic stood in front of a minor in the naked suit. lt hugged him tightly all over his body to the point where he was forced to take lots of shallow breaths but it also gave him a sense of feeling that he wasn’t wetting a suit at all…it felt like his own skin. Utterly marvelous!
looking good!‘ his glossy red lips mouthed into the mirror. Wait, dd he say that? Before he could think about it he found himself slapping his own ass had and squeezing it in the palm of his hand causing him to yelp at the sudden sharp pain. looking good indeed!’ the bodysuit grinned wildly as he looked himself in the eyes. Panicked, he reached the the suit ‘s locking mechanism with his right hand but his left hand promptly swatted it away. ‘Not so fast sugar!‘ Dominic felt like a puppet. he could feel his limbs but they were rebeling against his every command. ‘What’s wrong honey? Sage got your tongue? Oh my…why am l naked.”
lt was ten minutes later and Dominic, still a passenger in his own how, was starring on a
mantlepiece helplessly marching in four-inch heels wearing Sage‘s lingerie. The g-string chaffed painfully between his ass cheeks but when he reached to remove it, his treasonous hands yanked it deeper instead and he gave a little humiliated cry as he watched himself blow himself a kiss. While he…errrr…….she..errrr….they were getting dressed, Sage had told him that she blaimed her overdose on him and that she had thought herself destined to haunt her own cold empty house for etermity…but when Dominic came to steal from her, she saw her opportunity to live on by possessing a bodysuit someone had left at one of her house parties.
lt’s so fabulous I’ve been given this second chance, ‘ Dominic found himself toasting himself, ‘you know…the first time round! was so careful and sensible about what jobs I took but this whole dying malarky has given me o totally new perspective. From now on l…we on going to explore everything the modeling business has to offer…