by resupplied69 » Mon Oct 08, 2012 12:12 pm
Chapter 2: Calm before the storm
Rachel felt the soft warm rays beat down on her back. Lying on the sunlounger she felt like she was in heaven. She was taking a two week break from her hectic schedule for a much-deserved luxury holiday in the Caribbean with her boyfriend, the top professional glamour photographer Lee Pennington. A cute, pert, 23 year old, Rachel had enjoyed nearly four years as one of the top glamour models in the UK. The money was rolling in from assignments and her calender had been a top seller for the past three years As Lee moved his tall, muscular frame around to sit at the side of his sun lounger alongside hers, it was easy to see why his girlfriend had become such a star. She was breathtakingly pretty, petite and curvy and blessed with, what she jokingly referred to in a terrible attempt at an American accent in photo sessions as "the hottest piece of ass around"
Lee found himself gazing at her perfect ass and knew, from the way in which Rachel was in the gym for an hour each day, even while on holiday, that she didn't want it to change. It was perfect. High, round, pert and heart-shaped, it looked equally good in a pair of jeans, some lycra leggings, a thong, in a pair of bikini bottoms or with nothing on. He noticed Rachel's bikini top was undone with the strings each side of her.
"Oi, stop looking at my bum and rub some lotion in my front, I want to turn over"
As she turned over on the lounger, Rachel revealed that despite her top status as a glamour model she was very small breasted and was barely a 32B
"And to think I heard you were a big tit man when I first started in the biz. That was always the rumour anyway"
Rachel smiled and arched her back slightly as Lee applied the sun tan lotion on her chest and around her modest breasts. Lee chose not to reply, he knew there was some truth in those rumours and that the two girls he had been linked with in the past and with whom he'd made some of his best early work had both been bigger than a DD cup.
"Never mind" giggled Rachel "Now you just have to make do with me"
––––––––––
Zoe sat nervously in the tiny lobby of the modelling agency. It had been a long tube ride on the Piccadilly line from her home on the western fringes of London to the agency in Soho, though with her nerves the journey had felt even longer. It had also felt like an an eternity between the email response, just the Monday after she uploaded the photos, and her coming into town that day, though it had only been a week since that email had arrived. The agency was clearly very eager to see her.
"Zoe, would you like to come in?" beamed the agents PA. Soon Zoe was ushered into a tiny office upstairs where the agent, Joanne, sat behind a desk piled high with prints and portfolios, on the walls around her were a myriad of the glossy magazine covers on which the models she had discovered and championed had starred.
"Hi Zoe, I'm Joanne, thanks for coming in to see us"
Zoe sat in the chair, trying to hold her confidence levels high. She was dressed in what she thought of as 'rock chick' - tight black jeans and a leather jacket, underneath which was a vintage rock T-shirt whose logo was clearly distorted around the bulge of Zoe's prodigious bust.
"So Zoe, we really liked your photos, so we want to know more about you. Why did you want to become a model?"
Zoe smiled at the comments about the photos before telling Joanne some of her story
"Well, I used to dance when I was younger, and that was what I wanted to do, but it's so hard to get into that professionally, so it didn't really work out and then I got these" she motioned with one hand towards her chest
"Ah yes" said Joanne "Your breasts"
"Yes" said Zoe "and it meant I couldn't really do dance professionally anymore"
"That's a real shame" said Joanne "Now, tell me Zoe, your boobs are all natural, right? We only work with natural girls"
"Oh yes" said Zoe "I guess I'm what you'd call a late developer"
Joanne raised an eyebrow
"Well, when I was 18 I was flat chested, but then they just grew and grew and grew. It was like one minute they weren't there, the next minute they were"
"And what size are you now?" asked Joanne
"34DD" beamed Zoe
"Very good" said Joanne. "Now, you're going to have to get used to stripping off in front of strangers if you're going to make it as a glamour model. We might as well start now, eh? Take off your top so we can take a look at you"
Without a moment's hesitation, Zoe stood up and took off her leather jacket. In one, smooth movement she took the vintage rock t-shirt off over her head and stood in front of Joanne in her bra and jeans. The bright red bra she was wearing for the meeting was clearly overloaded. There was visible titflesh overflowing at the top and sides of the cups. The back seemed super tight and the bra seemed to almost creak under the load as she moved.
"Well, you're going to have to start wearing some properly fitting bras" said Joanne
"But this is the right size" said Zoe
"Was the right size. It looks far too small" said Joanne "Now let's see you take it off so I can see you in all your glory. I'll measure you at the same time for our records"
Zoe reached behind her back and unclipped the bra. She felt them surge forward as they were released from the confines of the undersized cups. Joanne watched closely as Zoe unclipped the bra. Zoe's breasts didn't drop. There had been so many girls in the past who had come to see Joanne who, when it came to the final test showed that sadly gravity had already conquered their breasts.
But Zoe was firm. And huge for her frame. Joanne watched with increasing interest as Zoe slipped the bra from her shoulders and without a hint of self-conciousness dropped it to the floor. Zoe's breasts were simply astonishing for their fullness, pertness and beauty. And she was carrying them on a slim, dancer's frame. Her areolae were large, with a hint of puffiness, and they pointed slightly upwards, each breast carrying the feint hint of stretch marks that bore witness to the explosive breast development that had occurred to Zoe over the last year. Despite her years of experience, Joanne found herself questioning how such a slim girl could have such a huge bust.
"Let me just say" said Joanne, almost lost for words "that you have the most incredible breasts I have ever seen"
Zoe found herself almost blushing. "Thank you" she said.
"I mean it" said Joanne. "I've been in this business 25 years and I've never seen a girl blessed with breasts like yours. You really are very, very lucky. You need to look after them because with those you can go all the way. They will make you a big star"
Zoe found herself almost taken aback by what she heard. "Wow, Oh my god. Really?"
"I mean it" said Joanne "The first thing I want to do is put you under contract, we'll do some test shoots later this week and look at getting you posing topless in a newspaper before the month is out. We'll want to run some interviews and features as well. I'll want to push you as the new busty beauty for our times"
Zoe looked dumbstruck, but Joanne's words were already feeding Zoe's ego and self-confidence.
"But before we do any of that, I want to measure you, mainly so we can put it in our files, but also so I can make sure you're wearing the right size bra" Joanne grabbed a tape measure out of a drawer.
"OK, lift your hands and arms up"
Zoe did as she was told and Joanne wrapped the tape measure around Zoe immediately beneath her breasts.
"Right, so that's 30 inches there, add four... so you're a 34 band". Joanne looked up at Zoe and grinned. "now for the big one"
She wrapped the tape measure around the fullest part of Zoe's sensational bust line
"40 inches. You, Zoe Jones, are a 34E"
Zoe grinned, looked down and cupped her breasts "oh my beautiful babies" she said talking to them as if they were old mates "You're going to make me famous. And I can't believe you're still growing"
By the end of that day, Zoe's contract was signed, she had an appointment at Rigby and Peller to buy £500 of bras on the agency's account and she had completed an early test shoot, swiftly arranged by her agent with a photographer a couple of blocks away. In two weeks time her first topless session was booked with a full crew. Two weeks after that, everyone was going to know her name and her breasts.
Zoe Jones was all set for stardom
[to be continued...]