The turnaround
Localsexvictim
Summary:
Sakura was born with a silver spoon, but on one day, her family was lost in a fire and she's the only survivor. She gets adopted by abusive parents, but one day her life gets a turnaround-- and gets a Job? First fic R&R, SxS
Disclaimer: I don't own CCS. D:
(Ages: Sakura: 18, Syaoran: 19)
RATED M. language and MAYBE some scenes.
Chapter 2: The agency
Well, I discovered that Tomoyo was really, REALLY rich.
She was able to get me a pair of new pajamas and a toothbrush with a flick of her finger.
I am seriously amazed.
Well, I also found out that she is not a lesbian. She's quite grily.
She did my nails. Cut them, filed them then painted them.
She did that about 20 times. I don't understand how she didn't get tiered.
I called my parents. They said it was "OK FINE LEAVE US FOR THE NIGHT" to sleep at Tomoyo's.
So we woke up early, took a shower, she dressed me up, dressed me up, dressed me up, dressed me up, dressed me up, dressed me up, found an outfit that looked good on me, dressed herself up. (She had her outfit planned last night)
So, we headed to her car –coughLIMOcough-
And went to the agency.
It was a big, tall building. Maybe about 17 floors.
Well, that was huge for me, anyways.
She told me to knock on the door on the far right of the 15th floor and she told me that she would be on the first door of the left on the 9th.
So when we reached the 9th floor, we bid our goodbyes and I was in the elevator alone until the 11th floor, the door opened again.
In came a tall man with messy chocolate hair and amber eyes.
He looked OK.
Okay, fine he was gorgeous.
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--SYAORAN'S POV
I was about to press the button "15" when I saw it was already liten up. I looked at her, she was quite pretty. "You're headed towards the 15th, too? You're the new model? you're not a brat, are you?" I said to annoy her. She was pretty, but I had to stand more proud. Man pride. Yes, I'll call it that. She glared at me, "Yes, Yes and no. I'm guessing you answers are 'Yes No and yes', right?" She said to me. Okay, so she's got woman pride.
…
Like I care!
I looked back at the elevator door as it opened, "we'll see." I said, smirking back at her.
We reached the door on the far right on the 15th floor and knocked.
The door opened, revealing a tall man, maybe he was about 20. I saw him look at the girl and blush. She blushed back. I was a bit envious, I couldn't help it. I mean, I was much MUCH more handsome that that bastard.
All he had was those fancy American features! Like I care!
"I-I'm just the secretary," He said, "Sir Kobayashi will be here any moment."
He sat me and the girl down.
"Names, ages?" the secretary said.
"Syaoran Li, 19." I said glaring at him a bit.
"Kinomoto Sakura, 18." The girl said. I stared at her for a while. Though she just glanced to the side and saw me looking at her. I quickly turned around and blushed.
Oh damn oh damn oh damn.
It's JUST a crush. So let it go. She doesn't like you, you don't like her. That's it! Man power! Forget women!
"Ahhh, so you are Kinomoto Sakura! Tomoyo Daidouji was telling us how uh, 'kawaii' you were. Call me a flirt, but I say you are." The secretary said.
She smiled at him, blushing a bit. "Thank you… and what might your name be?" I said to him.
"Shin Kato." He said.
…..
Shin Kato bastard. Why don't he just fuck off?
Not with Kinomoto, of course. He can fuck off with his mom! Yeah, that's it!
He has zero man power, that's why he's such an ass lick! Haha! Ass lick.
My chain of thoughts were interrupted with the sound of the door opening, revealing sir Kobayashi. I think that's him, at least….
"Ohoho! Sorry I'm late!" He said.
He was about 37, I guess.
"Ah! Kato, what are their names?" Kobayashi asked his secretary.
"Li and Kinomoto," Kato said.
"Ahh, my photographer and model. Li, this is Kinomoto, your new model!" Kobayashi said with a big grin.
I saw Kinomoto take out a diagram out of her pocket.
There was a list of faces then emotions listed next to the faces.
Okay, this was one weird gal.
And I'm going to be taking her pictures?
I gulped.
Though the sound that erupted from my throat sounded a bit like a cross of a roar and a croak.
The room looked at me like I was crazy.
"Li, what the heck was that?" She asked me.
"Uh. Can we just get back to what Sir Kobayashi was talking about?" I said with a nervous giggle.
….
Okay, did I just GIGGLE?
Men DON'T GIGGLE.
What the fuck is going on?
"We'll have some test shots of Kinomoto to see what brands and advertisements she should handle." Kobayashi said.
He walked out the door and went into the room next door.
There was a studio, lots of lights and colors.
"Kinomoto, strip down your clothes to your underwear." Kobayashi said.
"I'm. Supposed. To . Do. What.?" She said, with a little fear.
"Strip down your clothes to your underwear! I need to see your shape. Its one of the most important things to become a model, you know."
"Yes, sir." She said.
I think I'm going to explode.
What if I get a nosebleed?
What!?!? WHAT?!? WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO MY DIGNITY?!?!?
Well, she untied her shoes. She was wearing a pair of black converse, pants and a black shirt. (a/n: I'm wearing that now. LOL)
She slipped her shoes off and unbuttoned her jeans. It fell to the floor as she put it aside. Kobayashi nodded, "Dot be shy, were not going to rape you." he said, with a little chuckle.
Okay, that's it.
I can't look.
I hope she doesn't become some lingerie model. How will I be her photographer if she's a lingerie model?!
She took off her shirt.
Oh God.
Cleavage! CLEAVAGE!
I cant take it! I feel myself get sweaty, I can imagine myself taking off her br- HOLD IT SYAORAN. What are you thinking?!? You little faggot whore.
….
Did I just call myself a faggot whore?
God, what this girl does to me.
Its over.
But then again, it has just begun.
Kobayashi nodded happily. "Very nice. You have good shape. What size are you?"
She picked up her jeans and looked at the tag, "XS."
Kobayashi spoke up, "No, sweetie, I mean your breast size."
"EH?" She looked at him like he was crazy.
"So, what size?"
"Its…I…uh..you know…" She said, trailing off.
I started to get the feeling she didn't know her bra size.
Hah hah hah.
"Li, could you check behind her bra? It must say the size." Kobayashi said to me.
"Should. I. what.?" I said, frozen.
"Li, you're a man. You're her PHOTOGRAPHER. You gotta get used to seeing her naked. Now, Li, My man, check her bra size." He told me.
see
her
naked?
I quietly walked towards Kinomoto.
I lifted her hair up and looked for a letter and a number.
I felt her skin a number of times. It was smooth. And even If I knew it was by accident when I touched her,
Its just felt,
So.
Right.
Well, soon enough, I fount it.
"C32." I said my voice a bit wobbly.
"Good, very good! We've had models that are only a B and they aren't doing very well." Kobayashi said with a chuckle.
"T-that's...uh...W-well...G-gr-great?" she bit her lip.
"Can I put my clothes back on?" she said, a bit embarrassed.
"Yes, yes you may," Kobayashi said.
We made our way back to his office and he made Kinomoto and I sit down.
"Ah, Li! You are a lucky one. You were able to get one with good shape." Kobayashi said.
"Thank you, sir." I said, blushing a bit.
….
Why'd I have to be a photographer, anyways?
I mean, I like seeing naked women, I'm a man!
But it just feels so different when its not just a whore.
It feels so different when it's not on a porn site.
"And Kinomoto, you will start modelling tomorrow. We'll hire an instructor to teach you a couple of poses and how to walk and everything. Li Syaoran over here will be your photographer."
"Fuck…" I whispered as we both went out of the room.
Tah dah. :
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