In the office bathroom, Jen was busy taking selfies in her bikini. A body like hers deserved to be immortalized in a cheeky photo, after all! While she was going to be modeling in a bit, she did want to have something for her own; it also raised the philosophical question of "was it really a photo shoot if you didn't take at least one picture in a bathroom beforehand?". However, unlike most of the shoots she was involved with, this one was even more special: it was the unveiling of The Bodysuit Company's latest line!
As an employee, she normally worked with customer service, but one fortuitous day her boss needed somebody to help model some extra suits. It turned out that she did such a good job ("she has that je ne sais quoi"), that the powers-that-be shifted her to the Design Department! Sure, it wasn't what she always did, but she frequently was called upon to both help with new suits and work on the development, which is all she wanted. That culminated in today's shoot, and it was going to be specially interesting since Jen had yet to model swimwear nor be a curvy "black" girl. One last picture and it was time to head down to the set. She couldn't wait to see what she'd be getting up to, and her friend Becca would also be involved. Was this really her job? Like, for real? It was, and she felt absolutely blessed to be one of TBC's lucky testers!
"Ready for some fun, dear?" she purred. "I wore this specially for you!"
His jaw hit the ground as he saw his girlfriend saunter out, and it took him several seconds to form a reply.
"Holy...wow!"
She giggled, biting her lower lip. It was also at that point that Colin noticed rose petals leading to their bedroom. Receiving the message loud and clear, he started to unbutton his shirt while leading her along the path.
Afterwards, all he could do was manage a happy sigh while he cooled down. Seeing Jenna next to him doing the same thing made him happy, and her natural raven hair was strewn over the pillow; the empty face of the blonde bimbo was resting in her hand. Colin leaned over and kissed her on her cheek.
"Thanks for the present this year, honey!"
Jenna smiled her radiant smile at him as she reciprocated his kiss.
"I wanted to give you something special for today. Plus, I couldn't say no to wearing that blonde suit you ordered for me. Anyways, happy Valentine's Day babe, I love you!"
Walking around the room, Mike noticed how sore his back felt. He'd known that breaking in his new "Brandee" suit would take some time to get used to, but fortunately he'd had plenty of experience wearing suits; he knew that the soreness would go away once his body got used to the physical demand. After a few laps around his bedroom, he felt a bit more confident in his ability to walk in the suit. Did he look awkward in doing so? A bit. Did it matter? Nope. The only thing that mattered was him just wanted to be able to handle the massive cleavage and sizeable booty without falling over.
Looking into the mirror, he took in his new face. Sure, he knew what the suit would look like when her ordered it, but...man, it was something else knowing he was actually in it! The Bodysuit Company had helpfully provided some starter makeup (to help with the bimbo look), but for Mike, he thought that wasn't needed for now. God, he thought, this suit was perfect!
"...and that was Melody Hart, sharing her experience as being an internet model."
The interviewer shook her hand to conclude the interview. With that, he stood up to let her go, and the crew began to rearrange things in preparation for the next interviewee.
"So, how'd I do?" said Melody.
The director of the interview looked at the camera before smiling. "Awesome job! You can take it easy for now; we really appreciate what you've done."
Finally, it was time for her to drop the facade. While everybody else around her were moving, she still was sitting in the chair. Her hands instinctively went to her blouse, which she opened to expose her sizeable chest. The director looked up as she was playing with her bust, but that didn't deter her.
"Can't get enough of that form, eh?"
Melody was still happily fondling her cleavage. "Who wouldn't? After all, "I'm" a famous porno actress."
"Plus the form you shifted in for this mockumentary is," the director kissed his fingers, "incredible! No seriously, she's perfect for this!"
"Gotta look my best for my film debut! Plus, it made me realize that I do prefer blondes," came the cheeky reply.
"Hah, I'll keep that in mind for the future then. That being said, we're going to need you to shift into a busty Latina now. Think you can do that for us?"
"Sure, sure. Can you give me ten minutes? You did promise me some time to take it easy, and I've gotta...relax a bit."
As he finished getting dressed, Jake was super happy. Not only was it his birthday, but he was going to be breaking in his brand new suit in front of his friends. He looked over at his phone to see it was about time to head out, but before he left, he still had one important thing left to do. Sitting on the top of his drawer was the mask that completed the entire get-up, and he carefully picked it up before pulling it over his head. He was used to that feeling, but there was something incredible about putting on a new mask; this one was particularly exciting, as it was from a new The Bodysuit Company line. Before he could go out, he had the obligatory last minute check and, once that was done, smiled. God, he thought, looking into the mirror, this already was going to be a fun night, and things hadn't even started! At the fancy restaurant her friends booked, Jessica turned heads even with "her" similarly-suited up friends, as she sashayed up to the table.
"Well, what are we waiting for? Time for drinks!"
Once he got home, Jake took his time removing the suit; after all, it would have been a shame to haphazardly discard "Jessica". Part of him also wanted to keep the magic of the night alive, but it was well past midnight and his big day was over. Oh well, with the reception he got, Jessica would be appearing more. Man, this had been a birthday for the books!
"Dammit, why does this always happen?" Lakedra kneeled down to take care of her wardrobe issue. "Every damn year these tits keep popping out. Why don't I learn my lesson?"
With that, she pulled the top up and spent a few extra seconds ensuring they wouldn't cause a minor scandal when she left home. However, the hat was giving her some issues, so she had to yank on it to enable it to settle properly. Satisfied with her outfit, she nevertheless carried out a last-minute check before heading out to the gig.
Next to Josh, on the couch, was the Lakedra mask; he hadn't bothered to otherwise change when he got home. Being a "sexy Santa helper" to help spread some Christmas cheer was something he loved doing for the holidays, and this year was no different! Though, he thought, wearing the knee-high boots probably wasn't the best option--his feet were absolutely killing him. Regardless, he had a blast and it was time to relax!
The Bodysuit Company is proud to announce the results of a further collaboration with Blackwood Incorporated: the Cheerleader. Intended for situations where agents have to go undercover in collegiate and professional settings, the suit will render the person incognito while in deep cover. After all, what better way to surreptitiously embed an agent into the social group of a VIP's kid than by being a popular cheerleader? Of course, the suit comes with built-in features to help the agent underneath: you'll be kept cool underneath no matter what even as your strength is augmented, to match your cover. In short, you'll be in good hands with our technology.
"Hey babes, ready for a good time?" purred Sigrid. She walked back, allowing them to see her sexy lingerie for the first time. "I've got something new for you today. So, who wants to play?" Right away, the comments flowed in, and she smiled reading them.
Once the session ended and she finished cleaning up, Sigrid smiled. The show today was one of her best, and the amount of tips she received reflected that; her fans were the best! Now that her day's work was over, it was time to relax. But first, there was one thing she had to do. Making her way over to her closet, she reached up on her back, and pulled. The Scandinavian visage crumpled to the floor before eventually being safely hung up in the closet. With that taken care of, her authentic, darker skinned self was finally able to take it easy!
We here at The Bodysuit Company would like to give you a sneak peek into the process behind our masks. Here, the "Catarina" mask is having its finishing touches added, by one of our experienced craftsmen; he's making sure it looks properly mature enough. Want your own mask? Find out more at tbsc.com--it'll be our little secret!
This faith was needed, as Patrice Devereaux's daughter Adelaide was entrusted to Locke's watchful, disguised eye. Nobody needed to tell him that letting a fairly senior French politician's daughter be killed, much less kidnapped, at the hands of the right, would be the end of his time at the agency. Thus, he was given much more leeway in order to make sure the Secretary of Defense and his daughter would emerge unscathed. He even had Agent Bennett there as backup (which was a relief; they'd worked together in the past and knew they could count on each other), but being some of the agency's best spies, they wouldn't know who was in what disguise until they rendezvoused.
Despite the pressure, Locke relished his cover. Was it similar to others he'd been assigned? No, but again, it was his chance to leave a tangible imprint. As Ms. Meredith Sutcliffe, he was in charge of helping young socialites learn how to behave as well as preparing them for the high social circles they would be returning to. Not only did his education from years ago pay off, but it gave him a chance to suss out any potential dangers to the resort-cum-private school. He hadn't expected to enjoy spending time with these rich young adults, but there was something about them that was oddly charming. Even Adelaide Devereaux was nicer than he had expected, which admittedly was probably because he didn't know what to originally expect from the daughter of the Secretary of Defense. His task was made easier because he had all the information about where she
would be, and from there he was able to steer her around from the shadows.
This all paid off in the end, as not only did the group fail to make a move,
but they didn’t even breach the premises. With Ms. Sutcliffe's influence, the city was alerted about a situation with a deranged stalker for one of the socialites; could they please take steps to ensure her safety? Consequently, the police were called upon, after some diplomatic explanations, to find the man. Another concern that was raised was that the man might be a bit violent, so the police were alerted. This was proven to be correct, as he and his associates were detained after trying to break into a dormitory. In a call to Ms. Sutcliffe, the mayor expressed his condolences for how shocking things might have been for her, as well as assuring her that the police officers quickly moved to secure the premises. However, they were Agency agents, in disguise, that were specially picked to handle the LR members.
Hanging up after the mayor called, the headmistress was finally able to breathe easily. Her pupils (especially Adelaide) were unscathed, and her institution's sanctity was preserved. There were tense moments where she was, not that she'd have let people known, deathly afraid of the consequences, but everything had gone to plan. And now in the privacy of the office, she reached at the back of her neck to remove the mask, revealing a thoroughly relieved Agent Locke. He set the mask down on the oak desk as he let his superiors know that everything was good to go. It wasn't the easiest mission he'd been on, but at least he could now celebrate another job well done!
Standing in front of Monica were eight city slickers, and she knew that they'd be a bit nervous. With a cheerful smile she greeted them, and immediately that infectious personality started to rub off. They nodded and smiled back, but it was obvious to her that they were still were feeling a bit apprehensive, but that's where it was her job to step in.
"Before I lead ya'll to your horses, I need to ask if anybody here has ridden on a horse before." They all shook their heads. "No worries then, folks. We've got some absolute sweeties who'll be happy to be your rides. Trust me, they're as excited to meet you guys!"
With that, she led them over to where their steeds awaited them. A few of the group cooed while others tentatively stepped up to pet the horses, as Monica nodded her encouragement. "Go ahead, ya'll! They love it when you show them affection."
Now that her guests had been briefed on the way to ride and were now in their saddles, Monica started to lead them down the trail. From time to time she looked back to check in on them, but for the most part they were either chatting with each other or soaking in the views of the fantastic scenery. Despite having worked at the nature center for some time, she still found it breathtaking to see all it had to offer, and not a single day went by that she counted herself lucky to work there. She said as much to her group, who asked her about her experience there. Finally, it was time to head back to the stables, where everybody dismounted, feeling content.
"I hope you all enjoyed riding out on our ranch, and we hope to see you soon!"
With that, her tour was officially over. She hung back for a few extra minutes in order to accommodate some questions and comments, but eventually she was all alone.
Later on, after she finished her tasks for the day and after all the guests had left, Monica was in the empty staff room. Taking off her hat, she fanned herself as she finally had time to sit down and breathe. It wasn't that the group was bad, far from it--they were an awesome bunch that had a fantastic time in her beloved fields. Rather, it was this outfit, as much as she liked wearing it; it was surprisingly tight for a cowgirl, but she made it work. No matter, it was time to finally get changed. As she looked into the small mirror, she let her hands find their way to the top of her head, finding the small, hidden zipper tucked away underneath her raven hair.
Underneath the facade was an Asian girl, and her hair underneath was able to spill out of as the suit deflated. She'd need to strip out of everything to finally step out of the bodysuit, but for now she relished the feeling of cool air on her face. With the mask now hanging around her neck, she started to unbutton her tight shirt, then the (surprising) silk bra underneath. From there, she practically rushed to get the top half of the suit off; the hands joined the face in flopping onto the floor as Monica moved around the small room. What wasn't easy to remove was her tight jeans. Sure, it was part of the outfit that appealed to guests (and colleagues), but she cursed at how difficult it was to take them off; the suit's hips made it hard to loosen the zipper.
It took her some time, but she was stark naked, enabling her to finally get out of the cowgirl guise. With a satisfying thud it hit the ground, as she walked over to the closet where her normal clothes were waiting for her. Now that she was in something looser and more comfortable, she picked up the empty suit and placed it in her bag. With a final look around, both to see if she left anything behind as well as to see if anybody else was around, she made her way to her truck. Monica doffed her hat as she drove home, happy to get the chance to finally take it easy after a long day.
"Alright Mercedes, smile for us! That's it, keep it up!" instructed Derek, the photographer. Lowering the camera to review the shoot so far, he muttered under his
breath "Damn, you're really bringing your A game..." and shot her a
smile before bringing the camera up, "Keep it up!"
Without missing a beat, she posed in a variety of ways. After some time, she spoke up.
"How's this? Is this how you want me to pose?"
She got a cheerful thumbs up as her answer, much to her delight. Once he was satisfied with those shots, he instructed her to do more. "I'm looking for something more...sensual. Let's see some skin!"
With that, the skimpy bikini came off. Everything was clicking for the shoot, enabling them to get all the pictures they had hoped for in an efficient manner. Once satisfied, Derek smiled and signaled for the end of the day's work. Crew members then stepped in to disassemble the beach backdrop, revealing the rest of the studio around them, while he and Mercedes reconvened off in a corner.
"So tell me, how'd I do?"
"Well, you're going to look like a star. Seriously," he showed her a smattering of the pictures, "You made it look easy. Looks like you were inspired in that suit!"
"Aww that's great! I guess that's what happens when you know how to work with the famous Derek Roberts."
This got him to chuckle. "Ha, well, I can't take all the credit. I just took the pictures--you did the hard work. Speaking of that, you've earned your relaxation time."
"You don't have to tell me twice! Buuuuuut could you do me a favor and send me the pics?"
"For my muse today? Absolutely. Now, go and enjoy your time off now!"
Back in the dressing room, Mercedes was lounging on the couch, spent from the day's work. Flicking through the photos, she found herself giving a quiet
critique. "Not bad," she flicked through the first set. "I like this one better. Ooof,
this one's okay." Letting out a stifled yawn, she set aside the phone. Standing up and regarding herself in the mirror, she appreciated her stark Latino features. Done admiring her looks, she gently traced a small seam in her neck with a sculpted nail. Her fingers worked their way into the seam, pulling up to deform the now-misshapen face and, with a satisfied huff, revealed a starkly different face beneath. Playing with the mask, Carrie laughed at the stark contrast between her and her alter ego.
Once she slipped into something more comfortable, she hung up the suit on its hanger. Smiling to herself, she reflected on how comfortable this gig was. It wasn't, after all, every day that you started working more as a model. It also wasn't a common promotion to going from a TBC tester to a TBC model! Wait, she had to correct herself--it wasn't actually her first modeling gig. After all, she was the model behind the "Diana" and "Camille" suits, but being the face, so to speak, of the new Curvy line was something that still felt surreal. Not that anybody outside of the company would know that, but still, it was something that made her burst with pride!
Two alerts on her phone snapped her out of her reminiscing: an email from Derek, and a text from her boss. Opening the former, she grinned at how quickly he'd edited the pictures. Damn, those were even better than what he'd shown her! That smile of hers quickly faded as she saw that her boss messaged her with a thumbs up emoji followed by "Saw what you and Derek did. Meet me upstairs." Carrie wondered if it was about the shoot or the suit, but she was feeling cautiously optimistic. She fired off a quick response saying she'd be there, and hastily made sure she looked presentable enough. Exiting the dressing room, she was going to go directly to the elevator when she noticed some new suits hanging up. It wouldn't take long to make her way to her boss, so she took the time to admire them; she thought that she'd love to be able to test them out, if things went well. One look at her phone told her she did need to hustle, and with that she stepped into the elevator.
As she opened the door to the conference room, she was about to receive news that would change her life.
Making her way home from work, Jessica looking forward to finally taking it easy. She had a great job as a middle school teacher, and both her colleagues and students liked how great she was. At times it was a bit tiresome, especially dealing with the emerging hormones of the kids she taught, but she wouldn't trade it for the world. Now that the week was over, she was looking forward to catching up on Netflix. Before she could do that, she'd need to change out of her work clothes. As she was about to put on a comfy shirt, her phone buzzed with a text. Topless, she looked down and saw it was from her friend Jenna.
"Hey, you free tonight? Chris is planning a party and he said he'd love to see you there."
She texted back immediately, "I'd love to! Should I bring anything?"
"No need, just yourself. He told me to swing by at 9 as well."
"Thanks, I'll be there!"
With that, she put her phone down and smiled. Perfect timing--this was a chance to let loose after a long week. She walked to her closet and reached into the very back to pull out two skinsuited mannequins. With a wide grin, she looked between them.
"Now, who do I feel like being tonight anyway?" She reached up and tugged on her face. "I should really get out of this suit."
