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Commission: Pop Sensation - Chapter 1 - Preview 3
🕑 Added 2020-06-11 13:23:35 +0000 UTCWhoo, this one took a lot of back and forth go get just right, but it's finally ready. Last preview before the end of the commission, I'm hoping to have it out before the end of the month. It's a bit of a long one, but, enjoy. XD
"When Sam woke to his alarm the next morning, a part of him wondered if maybe the whole of yesterday had been a dream. There weren't a bunch of buxom, beautiful singers in an American Revolution themed pop group. He didn’t have a job, working as a historical consultant for a big music company. His burly thug boss hadn’t threatened him, and given him an envelope full of money for taking said job. It honestly seemed absurd the more he thought about it, but he pushed himself out of bed and saw the bright packaging of his snack splurge still in his wastebasket; and the warehouse keys on his nightstand.
Nope, it was real.
He shut off his alarm, gave Sue and Marty a good watering, and popped in some toast while he worked on packing a bento. He didn’t want to be just gorging on the girl’s snack table after all, and some real food would be just what the doctor ordered. He was finished up in time for the toaster to pop, jam up his slice; with the new spread of course. There was no describing how good fresh flavours were in his mouth after just staying above water for so long. And rush out the door to catch the early train.
Miss Sato caught him running, cleaning the balcony as usual. “Have a good day Ramses-san!” she called to him with a wave. The tall boy waved back, nearly tripping in his rush to get to the station, and getting a small laugh from the elderly woman.
With time to spare Sam finished his breakfast at the station, checking for crumbs on his shirt as the train rolled in. It was a typical ride, even a half hour earlier. A little more breathing room, but there were still the comments and the sidelong glances. They poured off downtown, and on long, jogging, steps he rushed to get the warehouse stage open.
The place certainly had a different aura about it without the girls or Kanaszuchi there. There was none of the discussion over notes, no muttering from Sakura, none of the clicks from Asumi’s phone. All he could hear was the dull dropping of his shoes against the hard floor, echoing back to him.
Nothing to do but wait. He made his way over to the snack table, currently barren, with the chairs folded up and resting against the wall. Was he supposed to set them up? It couldn’t hurt, so setting down his lunchbox he pried himself open a chair. In time to be interrupted by a knock on the door.
One of the girls? They gave a second knock, not bothering to check and see the door was unlocked. If nothing else, Sam came to the conclusion it wouldn’t be Sakura; the blonde wouldn’t have hesitated to burst in on him.
Crossing the warehouse, he opened the door for whoever it was, and was greeted by a small team of individuals. They wore simple uniforms and aprons, marked with the Happy Light logo over their chest. “Catering,” the woman at their head stated, pointing back to the cart they were escorting. “Kanaszuchi-san said to expect someone new.”
“That would be me,” the American nodded, backing away to let them through. That answered one question. They filtered in, immediately getting to work setting things up with professionalism, even avoiding moving his bento out of the way.
As he was about to close the door, another person arrived; Asumi stepped through the portal, already slowly tapping her way through her phone. “Morning Sasaki-san,” the boy offered kindly.
It took her a moment to pull her attention away from her phone. “Oh,” she seemed almost surprised to be being addressed. “Good morning Samuel-kun,” she replied politely, before returning to her phone.
That was about what he expected, he couldn’t lie. He couldn’t be that much younger than her though, could he? Either way, with catering busily preparing things, it was basically just the two of them there. It couldn’t hurt to keep talking, get to know the siren-like singer a bit better. “You spend a lot of time on your phone Sasaki-san,” he noted, as politely as he could manage, in hope of not offending her. “Chatting with fans?”
Once more she paused before answering. “Um, no,” the elegant woman replied, almost embarrassingly, as she lowered her phone and adjusted a stray strand of her long dark hair.
An odd response. He didn’t mean to be rude, or make her uncomfortable. “I’m sorry Sasaki-san, I just assumed. You’ve got such a beautiful voice I couldn’t imagine you not having fans from high school or something.”
“I doubt I would still have fans from back then,” Asumi told him, trying to get back to her phone.
That surprised him. “It can’t have been that long ago,” Sam reasoned. “I mean, you must still connect with your friends on Facebook or something. Right Sasaki-san?”
The question just seemed to bother her more, the lithe girl turning away from him, shutting him out before she spoke. “Face book. That’s the one for sharing your life, yes?”
It was his turn to pause. Facebook was almost synonymous with the internet in some places, it was hard to believe someone didn’t know about it. “Um, yeah I suppose that’s as good a description as any for it,” he mused. “It’s a social media platform.”
“Is it like the instant telegram one?” the dark haired girl asked.
Telegram? It was such an outdated word it took him a minute to register in his brain what she was asking. “You mean Instagram?”
“Yes,” she confirmed, holding out her phone to him. “The company would like me to take 'selfies' to post to that one. Keiko has helped me with taking the pictures, but I cannot find them.”
That was it? She was just looking for pictures? “Okay Sasaki-san,” the teacher in him from yesterday shone through, “show me what you’re doing, let's see if I can’t help.”
If he knew the mess he was getting into, he might not have offered. There was a full minute of the curvy girl standing next to him, one finger on the screen, browsing around in search of something. All without saying a word. She would get into her app list, pause, her dark eyes scanning the screen, only to not find whatever it was she was looking for and eventually round back to her home screen to start over. She passed Instagram at least four different times, cluing him in to the fact she really didn’t know what she was doing.
“Here,” he reached in, stopping her cycling and tapping the app. He wasn’t sure why he expected anything other than the login screen that greeted them. “We’ll have to log in to post anything Sasaki-san.”
Gingerly she tapped the box, awkwardly typing in the information with a single finger. They were answered with a glorious red “incorrect password” notice when she finished, causing her to turn to him. “It didn’t work,” she pointed out the obvious, leaning on him for guidance.
Once again he was simply stunned. “Sasaki-san, do you have an Instagram account?”
She only responded with a blank stare, one that let him see the hints of blue hidden in those deep irises. They were thankfully saved from the awkwardness by another of the Liberty Girls bursting through the door.
Unlike Asumi, who'd arrived already done up in her Jefferson costume, Kazuko hopped in on her toes, looking like a completely different woman. The girl’s bright red hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, out of her face, keeping it from hiding any of what she had on display.
“Morning Asumi, Samuel-san,” she greeted, adjusting a heavy-looking bag over her shoulder. A pair of white workout shorts tightly hugged her shapely rear, while a matching sports bra was so stretched over her chest, that he could make out the hard outlines of her nipples. It struggled to keep her in up top, soft, squishy flesh pouring out over the sides and neck of the ill fitting garment.
Considering all he’s seen yesterday, Sam couldn’t tell if she was just stubborn, or in denial about how big she was. Either way, it couldn’t have been comfortable. Or maybe it was very comfortable? Seeing how rigidly her little nubs were tenting the almost sheer fabric.
The taller of the two women gave a small chuckle, wearing one of the first smiles Sam had ever seen on her lips. “I should have guessed you would convince them to let you run the way here Kazuko,” she shook her head, making her shining black hair dance around her. “I hope you weren't too much of a pest.”
“Guilty,” the redhead playfully stuck out her tongue in response, her breaths slightly laboured, and red tinting her cheeks; not to mention the healthy sheen of sweat from her run.
Despite it all however, the energetic girl was rocking her hips back and forth on, setting her curvy body in motion and her ruby ponytail flowing in waves. “My driver still followed me the whole way here,” she shook her head with a chuckle and opened up her bag, fetching a water bottle and tossing a small towel over her shoulder.
“Oh, Samuel-san!” she dug back into her bag, coming out with a small stack of sheets, “I made some changes to the script, based on what you said yesterday. Think you could check them over?”
It took him a short pause before he could respond, needing to pull out of his stupor at the girl’s getup. “Sure Takahashi-san,” it was his job after all, as their historical consultant. Plus it got him out of potentially having to try and run Asumi through password recovery.
“Cool,” she grinned widely, giving him a pat on the arm. “Let me know if there’s any problems before I share the revision with the other girls,” and with that she skipped past them, making her way to a nice open spot of the practice space for some post workout stretches.
The dark haired lead singer didn’t seem to mind too much, wandering her way over to the stage and resuming her attempts to figure out her phone. The caterers were finishing up as well, opening up his place at the table once more. A quick scan of the table Sam spotted his little lunch, tucked out of the way, in the corner of the table, by the staff. A perfect spot to sit down and look things over. Just a cursory glance of Kazuko’s changes, as he sat down to read it over, showed the girl had taken what they'd discussed to heart; and he could help a small swell of pride at that.
While he went over the script, the next member of the group arrived, Sam only catching her entering from the corner of his eye. The over-buxom Meiku wandered in, carrying with her a small bento, not dissimilar to the boy's own. Behind her glasses she wore a light smile, far from the vacant finger sucking of yesterday, and immediately those dark eyes set to searching for Kazuko.
The two caught each other, and the redheaded runner broke into a wide grin, bouncing on her toes with eager excitement. From where he was sitting he couldn’t quite hear what they were saying, but through their body language he was able to piece together a little narrative.
The shortest of the girls greeted her friend, and was greeted with a tight hug. Kazuko’s hands wandered, cupping the girl’s fat bottom, though the real show was their breasts docking. Not even her costume’s dual vest and coat could stop Meiku’s over-large tits pushing up towards both their faces. After a few seconds however, the runner shot up, rubbing the back of her head in what he assumed to be an apology. Considering the sweat he could still see, glistening on the sun kissed skin of her abs and neck, he had a pretty good idea for what.
Whatever the reason for the apology however, Meiku didn’t seem to mind. After a few words, she opened up her little bento, and any awkwardness the affectionate redhead had was immediately replaced by a look of childlike wonder that filled her face. Her fingers dipped into the offering, coming out with a beautifully decorated confectionery, possibly a cupcake? It was hard to tell from this distance, and bringing it to her mouth for a big bite.
If what Asumi had said was true, about the girls needing to take selfies for posting, then right here was the perfect, million hits, shot. Kazuko lit up with pure, innocent bliss; a small smattering of icing, probably buttercream, spotting her lower lip as she savoured the dessert. It was adorable, the girl undoubtedly speaking praise between chews, as she wallowed in the delight of her treat.
With another little hug, and a pat on the bottom, they parted, the redhead filling her mouth with the rest of her dessert while Meiku started her way towards the table. The moment her dark eyes caught sight of him, one hand slowly lifted from her little bento, and her index finger was lewdly slipped between her lips up to the second knuckle. And just like yesterday, she was back to unabashedly staring at him from behind her spectacles, looking him up and down, fixing on him and his crotch as she approached.
Maybe he could pull her back? Kazuko and Asumi both had ways to crack through the surface, maybe he could manage the same with Meiku? “Good morning Watanabe-san,” he greeted her with a wave as she placed her box of desserts on the table, still staring at him. “Did you make those yourself?”
His address gave her pause, but it had the intended effect. Slowly her finger popped from her mouth, and she spoke. “Um, yes.”
It wasn’t much, but it was progress. “Do you enjoy baking Watanabe-san? Those looked really good,” Sam complimented, to keep his momentum going.
That got a smile on her plump lips. “Yes. Very much,” she answered more confidently than before. “I made them for Kazuko, you will have to ask her if you can have one Samuel-san.”
“I just might,” he replied, still vividly remembering the look on the redhead’s face when she took that first bite; as well as something she'd mentioned yesterday. “So, Takahashi-san has a bit of a sweet tooth then?”
The change in her was visible. “Yes,” the girl replied, her smile dimming, and her tone becoming once more distant, as she'd resumed ogling him. Her spit-slicked digit went back between her lips, lightly dragging across her thick kissers.
He'd lost her, but at least he knew how he might be able to get her to open up more in the future.
“I’m so sorry Samuel-san!” the boy was startled by a sudden new voice beside him. He'd been so focused on talking with Meiku, he hadn’t noticed Keiko come in. The vested girl was now bowing low, her long, dark brown hair having poured over her shoulders, and was creating a perfect little window to where her breasts were squished together in their attempts to pour out of her top.
With pink in his cheeks, Sam pulled his gaze up from the sight. “What are you sorry about Kimura-san?” for the life of him, he couldn’t think of anything the girl had done to warrant needing to apologize.
She rose up, the swell of her handful breasts rolling back into their place within her shirt. “Yesterday, the things I said,” she answered, her own eyes drifting away from him awkwardly. “You didn’t deserve to be treated like that Samuel-san, you were a perfect gentleman. I should have stood up for you firmly, instead of playing the middle ground.”
That was it? “It’s not your fault,” he replied. “I was honestly fretting all night about dealing with Suzuki-san today. I can only imagine what it was like going home with her after all that.”
“She calmed down once we got back to the dorms,” the athletically built girl explained. “I think Kazuko’s right, Sakura’s just frustrated in… that way,” she trailed off with a shy blush.
“Hard to believe, considering her looks,” it slipped out from his thin lips before he'd even had the time to think about the implications. Immediately his face went red, as he struggled to backpedal. “N-not that you aren’t all absolutely gorgeous,” that wasn’t any better, contributing towards digging his own grave. “I-I just… It’s difficult to imagine her having any trouble finding a boyfriend. Or girlfriend,” he quickly added, trying to avoid another potential pitfall.
All the while, Keiko was giggling under her breath. “It’s more a matter of lack of opportunity than anything else,” she explained.
There was a small chance to save himself, something he remembered hearing about through the grapevine. “Is Happy Light really that strict about it?”
Once he mentioned their company, she collected herself, clearly looking contemplative of something before she finally spoke up. “It’s complicated. They don’t want any major issues or leaks that could affect our debut this weekend, so we've been pretty much limited to the Happy Light compound,” she answered as clinically as she could manage.
“That’s an understatement,” Kazuko interrupted, stepping in to fetch another treat from Meiku’s little box. “You’re the first guy they've let be around us for more than ten minutes Samuel-san. Well, who wasn’t Kanaszuchi-san or some hired security goon anyway.”
That was difficult to believe at face value, but from the awkward silence that fell over Keiko, the girl idly rubbing at her arm, it was probably true. “That sounds horrible,” was all the tall boy could really say.
The redhead just gave a shrug. “It’s just part of the job we signed up for,” she stated flatly. “If you can’t handle it, you can always leave,” and with that, bit into her second cupcake with a delightful little smile before slipping away with her bag to change.
It was a harsh way of looking at it, but it made sense. Everyone who ever talked about the music business always said it was cutthroat. No matter how exceptional the girls were, there were probably others waiting on their heels to take their place. Hell, with the number of groups they had under their belts, Happy Light probably had a few already lined up themselves.
“It’s not as bad as it sounds,” the history buff defended. “Once we finish with the debut on Sunday, things will lighten up.”
Any further conversation was cut off as the front door flew open, slamming into the wall and filling the hollow space with a bang that drew everyone’s attention. Sakura stood there in the doorway, positively aglow and wearing a grin on her painted lips that Sam could only describe as “flirty”. It made his heart sink, terrified of what kind of ideas were buzzing around in her head to have her so confident.
“Morning girls,” there was a lilting giggle in the blonde’s voice, and an excited bounce to her step that set her body moving. “Morning Samuel-san.”
“Morning Suzuki-san,” the plain boy offered back nervously as she continued her approach. He had nowhere to run, in his seat with his copy of their script to go over.
Thankfully, Keiko was there to defend him. “You're chipper this morning,” she pointed out, making sure to put herself between the buxom troublemaker and the American.
Sakura just smiled. “I know,” she replied simply. “I don’t know what it was, but last night, while I was masturbating, it was just like,” she made a lewd little pop sound with her full lips, before returning to her flirty grinning, “and all the tension just... melted away.” she sighed blissfully, raising her arms over her head in a lazy, and provocative, stretch.
There was a stunned silence that fell over the room, those present not entirely sure they'd seriously heard her openly talking about jilling off; especially after the huge fuss she’d made yesterday over such accusations. Both Keiko and Sam had gone red in the face, Asumi was looking up from her phone, neutral in expression save for how wide her eyes were processing what she heard, and Meiku seemed to have buried her finger deeper into her mouth while she listened. There was no correction though, no “gotcha” moment where the strawberry blonde let them off the hook for the joke. She just continued on like she'd just stated something as simple as the weather.
With clicks of her heels that exuded a seductive control, she walked right past her bandmate, plopping herself down in Sam's lap and laying one arm over his shoulder. Suddenly he was trapped, cut off from the other girls, with his heart hammering anxiously in his chest. All her antagonistic ploys from yesterday, and Kanaszuchi's threat about “touching the talent” were at the forefront of his mind. Hadn’t she said something about there being cameras? He could feel the colour draining from him, but he was simply too shocked to react in any meaningful way.
And then she spoke to him. “I’m sorry for how I acted yesterday Samuel-san,” her voice was a sultry whisper, cutting through the blaring sound of his own heartbeat. Her free hand touched his neck, trailing over his shoulder and down his chest. “I was just a little pent up, taking it out on you. Can you forgive me Samuel-san?”
She was getting closer, that smell of bleach less invasive than yesterday, but there were bigger things demanding his attention. Her heaving breasts were spilling over the edges of her jacket, pouring out towards the opening, towards him, as she continued to lean closer. The fact he noticed, that his eyes were wandering, trying to focus on anything that wasn’t her to find a way out and failing, only seemed to egg her on.
“He forgives you!” suddenly the blonde was being pulled off of him, yanked by the collar by a freshly costumed Kazuko.
Her arms slid off him, and she kept one leg brushing along his own until she was forced to her feet. “I don’t know, I think I could give a little more apology,” she suggested, lacking yesterday’s subtlety as she openly gazed at his cock, licking her lips.
Dammit he was hard. After contact like that, there was no helping an autonomic response, leaving him to just cross his legs and turn away with a flush of embarrassment. Not to mention, fear of what would happen if Kanaszuchi found out about this little incident.
“We have practice to get to,” the redhead reminded their leader, turning her attention to Sam. “So, do the revisions look okay Samuel-san?”
Right, the script. “They look good Takahashi-san,” he said, slightly stilted as he offered it back to her.
She gave a nod that set her fresh twin tail moving. “Alright, I made a few changes everyone,” she offered, handing out fresh copies for the other girls.
Keiko was certainly pleased, looking over the changes as everyone gathered for their pre-practice prep. Soon they were in their little huddle circle, as he'd seen them yesterday. “Alright, we should have this down in a few hours,” Sakura told them optimistically, before shooting a lustful smile the American's way. “Then maybe we can have a little fun?”" - Pop Sensation by Madam Materia
