Inverted Hearts (with GloriousDeath)
It was a pleasant surprise, that she hadn’t needed to wait quite long to meet someone who seemed to show interest in her whimsical advert. That admittedly a tad unconventional job posting of hers was surely not for prudish and cowardly, given what she intended to do with people who wished to apply. A butt for hire, she called it, since completing her pet-project demanded pretty bottoms, to spank and to photograph. Admittedly, she had an adorable fascination for them. While she kept hers rather fit and presentable, she enjoyed the company of others’, whether it belonged to a dear friend, or just a stranger.
Since a standard deck had fifty-two cards in it, Rachel had many photos to capture if she hoped to complete the full set. After all, this personal project of hers revolved around that. She wanted to design her own deck, decorated with fancy images of bums. Her artistic side, so to speak, demanded an extra touch though. Not raw, but she wanted those bums a bit painted, and worked on. Of course, she knew a way, or a few ways, to make the shades of pink and red she wanted to see in the photos pop.
In her living room, her eyes were on her guest. Her model, in a sense. As she sat on the sofa, a smile reflected the twenty-four-year-old woman’s hospitality. “Honestly, I’m really glad someone like you applied for the job.” The white pair of trousers she wore were rather close-fitting. And could be considered bold as it defined her hips quite well. However, this wasn’t really about how she looked from behind, but the appeal of her model's own backside. When both of them were seated, Rachel was unable to verify the charm of her guest’s certain body part, but she wasn’t necessarily in a hurry either.
“So, cosplay, huh? How interesting.” Tucking one side of her blonde hair behind the ear, she continued. “Well, it seems you’re not here only to show your bottom to me,” although the modelling part of the job was adequately explained in the ad, some details might appear a bit vague, “but to do it in a quite,” taking a sip of her tea, she put it back on the coffee table that separated them, “fashionable manner.” For a moment, her gaze shifted to the suitcase that sat somewhere near the girl, undoubtedly containing a collection of clothes she brought with her.
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