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A Guy in Need Becomes a Model Indeed Pt.10
🕑 Added 2021-06-12 09:55:03 +0000 UTCChapter 10
A few moments later some of Victor’s questions got answered, when Marco entered the salon. It only made his panic grow. Marco was a tall muscular guy with a black buzz cut, one of his arms completely covered in tattoo’s, there were even a few of them on his face. He was wearing a tight black t-shirt showing off his muscular torso, paired with a pair of jeans. He looked like the kind of guy Victor would want to avoid even when dressed as a guy. Now that he was all dolled up with his hair and makeup slathered on and this outrageous outfit severely limiting his mobility the sight of Marco shook him to his core. Running wasn’t even an option.
“Damn Suzan you weren’t kidding, this sissy is a real pretty one. I swear you have a magic touch. All the guys you manage to get your hands on turn out well enough to make any real man question his sexuality.” Marco smirked as his eyes hungrily moved up and down Victor’s body, scanning every inch of him with a certain lust filled glint that made Victor very uneasy. It relieved his worry that this guy would attack him if he found out he really was a guy, but at the same time he worried what this guy did plan.
“Thanks Marco, this sissy is off limits though, it’s the face of CC’s you’re dealing with and she needs an escort to get back to the store. She’s a soon too be social media celebrity, I’m just sure of it looking like she does. Princess Vickie, look her up, you’ll be able to find her through my page and the official CC’s page as well. Don’t get to handsy or Linda will have your balls for it, you’ll have to do with bragging rights and you can swing by the salon for a real reward later.” Suzan explained bluntly, clearly not afraid of this guy, if anything he looked more afraid of her than the other way around.
It was a bizarre and terrifying experience for Victor. Would this guy listen? Would he just escort him back to CC’s? It definitely seemed like it with how he seemed a little uneasy under Suzan’s threats. Then again whether or not it was just an escort, the prospect of leaving this salon looking like he did right now, next to this muscular thug remained terrifying. As did the prospect of all thugs in the area following his social media pages. The less followers he had the better for him.
“Alright Suzan, I won’t lay a finger on her unless she wants it of course. I’ll deliver her safe and sound to CC’s, and I’ll most definitely be back for a reward.” Marco said with a smirk as he winked to Angel, blowing a kiss her way. Victor could imagine the kind of reward he would be getting and he was more than happy that he wouldn’t have to do it. When he made it back to CC’s though he really needed to talk to Linda getting a thug to escort him was unheard off, dangerous and unacceptable. This could not happen again. As much as he was against the idea though he didn’t dare say anything right now, not with Marco present.
“So shall we sissy? We’re still a while away from CC’s and like Suzan pointed out you’ll be slow with that pretty skirt and those heels you’re wearing.” Marco said confirming Victor’s fear that they would be walking. He wanted to buy time, for himself, but before he could reply Marco had one of his strong arms wrapped around his waist, it’s hand resting on Victor’s bottom giving it a possessive squeeze which made Victor flinch. It gave him no choice but to stay glued to Marco’s side.
He couldn’t believe this was happening, his bottom was squeezed and felt up by another guy, a guy that seemed more than interested in him. Not wanting to test his temper Victor just meekly stayed at his side. When Marco took a step forward Victor had no choice, but take a couple of lewdly swaying short steps to catch back up with him. Only to have that same cycle repeat slowly but steadily as Marco guided him to the door and out of the salon.
Victor felt like a nerve wreck stepping out in public and that at the arm of a guy. The eyes of everyone they passed were on them and specifically on him, no one dared look at Marco the wrong way, but they did stare at him. It also seemed that Marco knew pretty much everyone around this neighbourhood as he made a point out of making small talk and showing his sissy trophy off to everyone they passed. It was a mortifying experience for Victor.
Things got slightly better when they made it out of the neighbourhood as Marco didn’t know the people there anymore, but the stares never decreased. The fact that Marco was standing tall and proud, eagerly showing him off was another hard hit for Victor’s increasingly fragile ego.
One thing that got worse though the further they got from the salon was the aching feeling in his calves and the soreness of his feet. Victor wasn’t used to wearing heels at all. He had had a little bit of practice before, but rarely for more than a couple of steps at a time. The longest trip he had taken in his heels was probably from his room at Linda’s mansion to the kitchen for breakfast this morning. It was nothing compared to the long walk he was in for now.
The discomfort had started way before they even left the neighbourhood, but when they finally made it to CC’s nearly two hours later, his feet and legs were killing him. Victor was exhausted and in dire need of a seat. The fact that he was finally out of the public eye was only a minor consolidation at this point, a moment of rest being all he was really able to think off as Marco led him deeper into the store and straight to the door of Linda’s office.
Victor was kind of surprised when Marco knocked at the door and patiently waited for a response instead of just barging in like he had imagined the big burly guy doing. As confident and strong as Marco seemed to Victor the guy somehow seemed slightly nervous here. Was Linda that dangerous? If anything it made Victor worry more about his future as a model for her boutique. Linda was a snake that much was certain, the way she had gotten him stuck between a rock and a hard place with that stupid contract he had signed out of sheer desperation. It made him wonder what she had on Marco. He really didn’t like a somewhat nervous Marco as the guy only squeezed his bottom harder, like some kind of stress ball.
“Come on in.” Linda’s short reply came, getting a slight yelp out of Victor as Marco instantly opened the door and guided him through the doorway in front of Linda’s big intimidating desk. The red haired bombshell just leaned back in her chair and smirked big time seeing the huge transformation Victor had gone through.
“My my, look at you Princess, you look amazing, a much better representative for my boutique. I’m so happy you chose for the makeover and to start over on your look. Thanks to Suzan’s help I’m sure you’ll become an even greater success. Considering how tight Marco’s pants have grown up front I’d say he’d definitely agree. Thank you for bringing her here safely Marco, you can go now, I believe you were promised a reward at Suzan’s?” Linda said with a smirk as Marco quickly nodded his head and left the office leaving Victor alone with Linda who immediately got up from her chair and started circling him, taking in every detail of the complete look. Victor was horrified having his suspicions confirmed that he had just turned on another guy.
“Look at what that bit… woman did to me, this is horrid, I look like a complete freak! I didn’t agree to this in the contract, hell she even pierced my ears!” Victor shouted the moment he was alone with Linda. Suzan had scared him and he wasn’t under contract with her, besides she did most things before he could even stop her. His contract was with Linda, so if he wanted out of this mess he needed to take it up with her.
“You’re lucky you didn’t say what I thought you were about to say, calling one of my business partners names would be a bad mistake sissy! Now quit whining, yes this transformation wasn’t part of your contract, but you asked for it, you asked to be made unrecognisable and I invested to indulge your wish. After all employee satisfaction is high up on my list. This was your request I paid for it and now the least you can do to repay me is to make good on my investment. Besides once you aren’t under contract with me anymore you will be free to cut your hair or colour it back to black or whatever. Makeup can be washed off and those holes in your ear will grow shut eventually if you don’t put earrings in them. Besides without anything in them I bet they are hardly noticeable.” Linda said in a stern somewhat annoyed tone that left Victor speechless.
He was scared that if he kept pressing his luck Linda would lose her patience and he would be in for another spanking, a disciplinarian measure she had already explained she could do much to his dismay. As bad as this was he guess Linda did have a point. He had asked for this in a way, he just didn’t know it would turn out this bad and now he was stuck with it. “C… can I at least sit? My legs and feet are killing me.” Victor asked diverting the subject to another issue he had, feeling like he wouldn’t win the makeover discussion anyways. Slowly but surely he was starting to learn that Linda didn’t yield and he couldn’t come up with any good arguments except that he didn’t like it, not that he like any of this, working for Linda had just been a constant stream of embarrassments.
“Of course princess Vickie, here have a seat. Don’t forget to wipe your hands under your bottom to straighten out your skirt when you sit down though. You might look the part, but it’s important that you feel and act the part as well. We wouldn’t want people to believe in a fake role model now would we, I want to you to offer your fans and my future clients a genuine experience. Don’t worry, learning is part of that experience.” Linda said as she pulled a guest chair out from under her desk, beckoning Victor to take a seat.
While he didn’t like the sound of that one bit, Victor did what he was told anyways, swooping his hands underneath his bottom before having a seat. With how badly his feet and legs hurt the sooner he got to sit the better. The tight hobble skirt kept his leg together making his sitting pose naturally feminine.
Victor couldn’t quite sit as comfortable as he’d like with the corset keeping his back straight and the skirt keeping his legs together creating a very proper sitting position, but the relief of pressure on his poor legs and feet felt like heaven. It felt like a true blessing at this point as he tried to relax as much as possible while Linda got back behind her desk observing her new project with a smile as she granted him some recuperation time for now.
Suzan had really out done herself and today had gone more perfect than she could have planned. Victor’s current look was so much better at promoting her store. The fact that he had in fact asked for it made it all the sweeter. She just loved manipulating her sissies into advancing their own sissification. Not only had his look changed drastically, but after such a long walk his deportment was bound to have improved as well. Soon those small mincing steps and wearing heels would become habitual as would the groping attention like Marco had given him, undoubtedly another serious blow to Victor’s beaten ego.
With one last look on her project Linda then got back to work leaving Victor sitting there awkwardly with nothing to do but look around. He wasn’t going to complain and drag Linda’s attention. The less noticeable he was the better. Looking at his phone wasn’t an option to pass time either. He hadn’t checked to see if there were any apps to kill some time on there and he didn’t want to check either. The fact that he was forced to look at a new dick pic each and every time no matter how short it was was just too gross. It made him weary of using his phone for anything other than what was strictly necessary.
The only option he really had was to look around, but even that was shocking as he saw the picture collection of all the steps in how Stephanie had gone from a relative jock looking guy to an effeminate sissy. He didn’t want to see it either and so he just ended up staring at the floor, thoughts going over today’s events over and over. He still couldn’t believe he had asked for this makeover, he couldn’t believe how far Suzan had taken it, and he couldn’t believe how he had turned on and been groped by another guy. Yet it had all happened.
Eventually it was his phone that tore him out of his thoughts, the obscene moaning tone letting him know he had a message. His face turned beet red, but it was very hard to tell underneath his layers of makeup. Every message so far had been embarrassing to say the least. He already guessed it would be his social media team and the last thing he wanted was to add things to his pages again. Given the contract and job he had signed up for it was inevitable though. At least it paid really well. He just had to do this for a month and he would be free and able to go back to his old self with enough of a financial buffer to take his time looking for a job.
His reluctance to take a look at his phone got squashed by one look from Linda, she didn’t look all too pleased that he hadn’t checked the second the message had come in. Especially since he literally had nothing else to do. Wanting to avoid a discussion and more attention from his boss, Victor quickly fished out his phone, groaning as he saw yet another hard dick as he quickly opened the message to get rid of it.
“Hello Princess Vickie, you gave us a real tough case this time. Your makeover looks sublime and you look better than ever. All those pictures you sent us were just so pretty, it was really hard picking just one of them, but I think we found one that matches your excitement for your new and improved self to a T. You can post it as soon as you get the text we will send in a minute, don’t forget to tag @Suzans_Sissy_Salon.” The message read, attached was one of his selfies with a very big smile, yet at the same time Victor could swear you could see the embarrassment he had truly felt in his eyes.
Accompanied by another loud moan a second message with the text for his picture rolled in. “Hello everyone, welcome back. For those who started following me earlier, I’m sorry for deleting my picture, I just felt like that wasn’t me and I didn’t want to build a following on something fake. So say hello to the new and hopefully improved real me! What do you think of my new look? Let me know in the comments! #newdaynewme #proudsissy #princess #CCboutique #willyoubemynewbackground”
Victor hated the text, the real him his ass, this was not at all who he was or wanted to be, this was a job, nothing more than a job and it paid really well. He reminded himself as he posted the picture along with the text just to get it over with. In his picture he tagged the CC’s official page as well as the page for Suzan’s salon. How anyone could ever follow either or him for that matter was beyond his comprehension, but as he had noticed with Marco this look did seem to appeal quite a bit despite how positively ridiculous he thought he looked.
He was just about to close the app, when he spotted a notification around the section reserved for pictures he had been tagged in. They were quite certainly the pictures Suzan had taken. It tore Victor between not wanting to be confronted by what had happened back in the salon, and wanting to know just what Suzan had posted, wanting to know how she had made him appear online.
In the end his curiosity won out. Tapping the notification he was redirected to not one but two pictures. The first was the full body picture while he stood at attention with his simpering forced smile. It read, “Another satisfied customer. @Princes_Vickie was so happy to finally find her true self styled after a real princess, can you guess who her favourite princess is?”
The second picture was even worse, it showed her kissing Angel, a sight he was embarrassed to admit made his cage feel awfully tight. Angel was pretty hot, no matter how much he tried to rationalise that she was a guy like him, it barely, it barely helped as all he did was remember how soft her lips had been and how sweet she had smell, where he smelled like flowers there had been a more fruity smell to Angel.
“@Princes_Vickie was so happy with her new look that she couldn’t help but thank our resident beautician Angel profusely. Isn’t that cute? Do you want Angel to work her magic on you, or do you have a special someone who could benefit from one of our makeovers? Then go and make an appointment and we’ll be happy to help.” The text underneath the picture read.
As bad as it was, it was nothing compared to some of the comments people had left beneath those pictures. Comments like, “I would love to thank those two for that hot pic!” or another that read, “I have a wand she can work some magic on, the other can watch, maybe they can make out with my wand in the middle.” The comments left Victor feeling gross and very exposed as he quickly shut the app, having read more than enough. It caused him to see yet another cock before he could manage to close his phone, a cock that could have very well came from either of those guys who had commented he thought mournfully.
Victor was allowed to remain seated for the remainder of the morning which pretty much boiled down to another fifteen minutes before Linda told him to get up and led her out to the breakroom for lunch. Mincing behind Linda on his sore legs Victor was shocked when he entered the room. In there Stephanie was busy sucking off a lanky college nerd who worked as a delivery driver. They entered just when he shot his load in her mouth, a load Stephanie quickly swallowed and even thanked him for before licking his cock clean and putting it back in his pants. A bit awkward that he had a small public now the guy then quickly bolted for the door, while Stephanie looked embarrassed that her new friend had seen her like this.
Seeing the look of shock on Victor’s face Linda just smirked. “Here at CC’s we believe that delivery personnel has to work hard enough as it is, their tight schedules and the way people always complain, that’s why I’m always insistent on getting them a nice relaxing tip. Now have a seat, remember to sit down properly.” Linda said matter of factly as she signalled to one of the chairs which she then put a small salad dish in front off. Victor shuddered, he was just happy that he wasn’t the one who had to hand out tips as he silently ate his meal Stephanie soon sitting next to him having the same salad. It was nothing close to his usual diet and by the time he had finished it he still felt hungry which made Linda’s big Juicy steak look even better. God he wanted a piece of that, but Linda clearly wasn’t about to share.
After she too was done Stephanie quickly cleared the table without even needing an order while Linda turned her attention back to him. “So princess Vickie, since I clearly can’t leave my store during business hours I’m afraid you’re stuck here util closing time. Of course with how much I pay you I can’t just let you sit around in my office all day. It’s affecting my concentration and well it’s useless. I could let you help around the store with Stephanie, but she gets weekly help already and I’m sure you’re way too precious and dainty for menial cleaning and inventory work. So instead you get to put some work into growing your fan base and I know just the thing. There is nothing to get your follower count rolling like getting tagged in many pictures. It will create the illusion that you are famous already and It will reach all of the friends of the people who tag you.” Linda grinned, her explanation leaving a look of horror on Victor’s face.
Wasting no time she guided her sissy influencer project to the front of the store where there was a powder pink wall with the name “CC’s Boutique” written on in big cursive letters, a sort of selfie wall Linda hadn’t really needed to use yet since most of the sissies that came her got photographed on the stage as it looked so much more dramatic. This wall was perfect for this though, close to the door so Vickie would be visible to any passer-by.
“Alright so all you need to do Vickie is just stand here and smile prettily, trust me, I’ll know if you don’t and when that happens I won’t hesitate to come right here and give you a spanking. When someone comes in here I want you to recited these words. ‘Welcome to CC’s, I’m princess Vickie and I would be honoured if you’d take a selfie with me. In exchange for a tip however much you can spare I’ll happily take on any pose you desire. If my efforts aren’t to your liking then please feel free to spank me and try again. Please take your pick from the props on the table and don’t forget to take my card so you can tag me in any social media you’ll post on.’ The table with props is coming in a minute, just know that I’ll be listening to your welcome speeches and if you forget to mention anything, I will be right here for a spanking, of course offering anyone who came her for a selfie that same opportunity.” Linda said sternly.
Victor’s stomach turned to knots from the nerves standing there at attention against the wall. He couldn’t pose with everyone for selfies could he? So far the people who had seen him were limited, his follower count was already in the hundreds, but those were just numbers on a screen. He was mortified at the prospect of having pictures taken with anyone, especially when they would be posted on social media. Posing with people was so much more embarrassing than his other selfie tasks so far.
True to her word Linda disappeared only to come back a few moments later with a cart, on top there were a number of items that made Victor’s eyes go wide. There were dildo’s, paddles, canes, crops even a pair of panties just like the ones he was wearing right now. In a corner there was a stack with business cards, bright pink with the CC’s logo on the front, the back had all of princess Vickie’s social media names on it along with her position title CC’s sissy influencer. Alongside those there was a tripod and a tip jar. Seeing the worried look on Victor’s face Linda instantly corrected him. “Put a smile on your face or we can start with a spanking right from the start.” She said sternly, taking a pink leather paddle with the word slut cut out of the middle.
Victor didn’t like this one bit, but the threat of a spanking right here in front of the glass door was bad enough to make him force a simpering fake smile on his heavily made up face. He felt like such a fool, but he could do nothing but stand there with perfect posture the way his outfit forced him to. He felt like such a fool, praying no one would realise what he was standing here for and enter the store, a hope that quickly got dashed as Linda wheeled an advertisement panel right out of the door. It was bright pink, blocking most of the side walk in an obnoxious way that would make it hard not to look at it, and the text made his predicament painfully clear. “For selfies with a real sissy superstar inquire within, free of charge, tips are welcome.” On her way back in Linda eyed him up a last time to make sure he was standing there to her satisfaction then moved back to her office.
Although Linda was gone Victor’s nerves didn’t disappear one bit, if anything they only increased as he forced a nervous but big smile on his face, worriedly looking out through the glass door. He hoped that no one would pass-by, or at least that no one would take up the offer displayed on the panel outside.
It was a hope that quickly evaporated as the first passer-by’s a group of three pretty college girls stopped right out side the store, two pretty brunette’s and a blond. One of the brunette’s quickly pointed to the sign looking rather excited. It was the blond however that spotted him first through the glass window, which led to pointing and laughing. Great, just what he needed, a group of giggling girls who were just out for some mocking fun at his expense Victor thought as he struggled to keep the smile on his face when the girls entered the store with loud giggles.
“Welcome to CC’s, I’m Princess Vickie and I would be honoured if you’d take a selfie with me.” Victor recited hoping that Linda could only see him and not hear him. She would have seen he said something, and the way the giggling girls quickly surrounded him afterwards should make her think that he had done exactly as he was told despite leaving out the part about the props, tips, different poses, and perhaps even more importantly his business cards, less tagging meant less attention and the less attention the better for him.
“Oh we’re dealing with royalty girls, a princess, how cute. Well your highness it would be our honour as well.” One of the brunettes chirped as she dipped into a deep mock curtesy after taking in his look from head to toes. Judging from the excessive laughter of her two friends they all seemed to think that it was the best joke ever made. The two brunettes quickly flanked him as one fished out her phone and got ready to take a selfie as the blond took place behind him looking over his shoulder.
They had only just taken their pic and where checking the result, commenting on how precious he looked when Linda arrived from her office. Posing for just this selfie had been a mortifyingly embarrassing experience, but knowing that he had left some important parts out and seeing how Linda looked none too happy, that shame instantly got replaced with dread. Shit he was so screwed, the panicked beating of his heart soon made the girls giggles move to the background.
“Ah girls, how wonderful to see you enjoy posing with my sissy here, I’m Linda, owner of CC’s and Mistress to Princess Vickie here. I’m afraid I do have some bad news, I couldn’t help but overhear how my sissy has been naughty isn’t that right Princess? Why don’t you recite what you should have said to these kind young ladies?” Linda said with a look that dared him to screw up again. The girls around him quickly fell silent looking a bit confused.
“Welcome to CC’s, I’m princess Vickie and I would be honoured if you’d take a selfie with me. In exchange for a tip however much you can spare I’ll happily take on any pose you desire. If my efforts aren’t to your liking then please feel free to spank me and try again. Please take your pick from the props on the table and don’t forget to take my card so you can tag me in any social media you’ll post on.” Victor completely and correctly recited Linda’s words from earlier, hoping that it would save his skin. He shuddered seeing the big smirks suddenly growing on the girls faces.
“That’s a lot better, so you do remember, for a moment I was afraid you were a dumb sissy, but as it turns out you are just a naughty sissy and naughty sissies need to be punished. Now girls since it is you who were wronged would you be so kind as to help me correct princess Vickie’s behaviour? Like she said please take your pick from the props on the table. I think I’ll set the tone with this one, it’s pretty well suited don’t you girls think? Five slaps each should suffice wouldn’t want to over do it now would we? At least not on her first mistake.” Linda said threateningly as she picked up a heavy leather paddle with the word BAD cut out of it. Already subtly threatening with more severe punishment if he screwed up again. A strong deterrent as his panic only grew.
“Vickie, why don’t you grab onto the handle of this trolley here? You wouldn’t want to make this worse now would you?” Linda asked with a smirk as he watched in horror how the blonde and one of the brunette’s also picked up a paddle while the other picked up a pink riding crop. Linda was right though four times five slaps was twenty slaps total, it would be more than hard enough to deal with, instantly supressing his need to argue as he nervously bent over at his hips, his back remaining straight due to the corset as he grabbed onto the trolley leaving his skirt covered bottom high up in the air. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him, he was about to be spanked by three pretty college girls and Linda right in sight of pretty much every passer-by and there was nothing he could really do about it.
Although there was a rather thick heavily constricting skirt and a pair of panties covering his bottom the first slap Linda landed almost right after he had gotten in position still hurt like hell, as did the swift four consecutive slaps. It was bearable, but painful making him more afraid than ever of what Linda’s paddle to his bare bottom would feel like, like she had threatened with back at her mansion.
Victor couldn’t quite tell what was worse, the sting to his pride as he was embarrassed beyond believe or the sting to his bottom, one thing was for sure, his face underneath all of the makeup and luckily invisible to these giggling girls was turning as red as his bottom equally invisible underneath his skirt. After Linda stepped away the brunette with the crop stepped in landing five swift blows, giggling with each as her friends cheered her on. The crop was way more centralised making it sting way more adding what Victor was certain were a few welts.
Luckily the paddles from the other two girls that followed hit lighter than Linda’s slaps, although with how his bottom was tenderised at this point they hurt just as much. The girls all had a blast as there was plenty of cheering and giggling along with the devastating sound of phone cameras. Clearly he couldn’t leave anything out when making his introduction and after this spanking he was motivated to do his utmost best to pose as well as he could.
“There we go girls, Princess Vickie, get back in position. Now why don’t you girls make a last picture posing the sissy however you want? It’s on the house as an apology I hope you girls will accept.” Linda said with a polite smile as Victor once more forced a big simpering smile on his face.
“Most definitely.” The girls laughed in sync as they nearly jumped the table, heavily discussing as they soon settled on their accessories. The blonde and one of the brunette’s both selected a big realistic looking dildo while the other girl picked up the panties. With a few swift instructions they soon had Victor bending over at his hips again, this time his lips were pressed to the rubber cock which the blonde held at her crotch, the brunette having taken place behind him, pressing the tip of her dildo against his skirt covered sore bottom. The other Brunette stood next to his mock spit roasted form, excitedly waving a pair of panties high in the air like a trophy as they snapped many pictures before finally being sated, grabbing a card as they made their way out under loud giggles with a limp wristed mocking wave.
The girls had barely left the store when a smartly dressed middle aged woman entered the store. Victor would have certainly thought of her as a milf if the situation had been any different, now he could only think of her as yet another witness to his shame. Nevertheless worried for another punishment Victor flawlessly delivered his introduction speech watching the woman break out in a big smirk.
Picking up the panties from the trolley she fingered the delicate overly frilly material. “I wonder if this is what my regular house sitter inspires to be. I have been noticing some of my panties are badly stained after he is gone. They always seem to be my pretties and daintiest pairs. I bet these would be right up in his wheelhouse what do you think princess? No matter, let’s take a picture so I can ask him later if this is what he inspires to be.” The woman smirked with an amused tone, snapping a quick selfie with the panties in plain sight before grabbing a card and heading deeper into the store rather than out. She was immediately helped by Stephanie, but Victor lost track of what was happening to her as a broadly grinning guy in his mid-twenties entered for a selfie. The last he saw of the woman was her leaving with a CC’s bag twenty minutes later just as a punk looking tomboy pulled him in for a big kiss right on his lips as she took a selfie.
Over the course of the afternoon a continuously embarrassed Victor was in over three dozen selfies, an endless stream of humiliations as surprising large amount of people and a wide variety at that seemed to want to take a selfie with him. He couldn’t quite decide who the worst kind of people were, the women often ended up being way more creative with their posing of him, while the men touched and groped him way too much for his liking.
The worst of all had been a pervy older looking man, he had looked like he was somewhere in his fifties, in good shape, but balding with a creepy moustache. He had ordered Victor on his knees, posing as if he was fumbling with the fly of his pants, licking his painted lips up at the camera. The obviously rock hard cock tenting his pants had made it all that much worse, but nevertheless Victor had performed his commands instantly and perfectly, the last thing he wanted was to give this man a reason to spank him first.
It was a huge relief when Linda finally came to take the sign back inside and close up the store. He was simply exhausted and emotionally drained from this very taxing day, first at the salon, then on his walk here and now after all this posing with what felt like half the city. All hopes he might have had of staying somewhat sheltered from the public had vanished.
Linda on the other hand could only see a huge success. There were plenty of tagged pictures streaming in on Princess Vickie’s account. Some of them had a huge amount of likes and her project’s follower count had simply skyrocketed. Not only that, but she had made a couple of sales, and gathered some very interesting info overheard from several conversations. The fact that people posted to their social media and tagged her influencer project along with the store made them so much easier to track down and gather info on. Oh she had seen and heard about a lot of potential future projects and clients, Princess Vickie was a great success, a hefty investment, but a great move as it granted her store more exposure than ever before.
