“You’re gonna get to hang out with Naomi Tate! OHMYGOSH, it says she needs a tiny to join her on stage, and her agent thinks you’d be the perfect fit!” Ashley squealed. “You’re going to live my dream Matty! Naomi T is, like, the most amazing singer ever! And you don’t just get to meet her, you get to tour with her!”
You struggled to reform your mouth to explain to Ashley that you very likely weren’t going to be sent to this woman to perform with her on stage.
You had read a news article a few days before your initial confinement within Ashley that had said Naomi Tate had been cautioned by her agent over her proclivity for shoving tinies up her ass on stage when thrown up there by her fans. The issue wasn’t that she was doing it, of course, but was that one of the tinies might not be willing, which would leave her open to legal trouble and bad publicity.
You assumed that this was the solution that her agent had found. Paying for a tiny to be taken with her on tour so they could be shoved between her cheeks during every single performance.
You paled as you recalled that she was set to begin a year long world tour soon, were you going to be sent to join her for the whole of it?
“We have to send him to Naomi T, mom!” Ashley gushed. “It’s, like, totes the opportunity of a lifetime!”
“You took the words right out of my mouth dear,” Bea’s evil grin seemed to grow with each passing moment. “I’m sure Matt will love getting so acquainted with such a huge star over the next… year and a half!”
Bea confirmed your fears and then some, relishing in the fear in your eyes as the reality that you wouldn’t likely see your family for the next year and a half sank in. And it looked like you weren’t going to be able to reform in time to stop it, as Bea held her hand out towards Ashley expectantly.
“If you don’t mind, dear, I can take him to Miss Tate’s agent. I’m sure if I promise to give her some wiggle room around the length of service she gets out of little Matthew here, she could be convinced to give you some free tickets to one of her shows,” Bea flashed a warm smile as her daughter squealed, giddy over the thought of getting to see one of her favourite artists in concert, but the devious glint in her eye remained, as she saw an opportunity to hand you off to the artist permanently.
“OHMYGOSH! YES!” Ashley screamed as she practically threw you at her mother, before bounding upstairs to call Jenna and preemptively tell her bestie about the concert she’ll be dragging her to.
Without another word, Bea tucked you into her cleavage, grabbed her purse, and set off to the offices that Naomi Tate’s record label occupied downtown…
*****
“…So you’re sure that he’s up for this?” The rail thin, bespectacled woman who was seated across from Bea raised an eyebrow as she eyed your crumpled form laying in front of her, soaked in the Parker woman’s boob sweat.
“Does it really matter?” Bea smirked at the shorter woman knowingly. “It’s not like anyone would believe him if we make them think he’s just playing the part of an unwilling tiny, it’s all better for Miss Tate’s performance that way. Plus, if Miss Tate decides to license him after the tour, like we discussed, it’s not like he’ll have any say in the matter anyway.”
“Fair point. I just need to ensure that this can’t blow back on my client, you understand,” replied Naomi’s secretary, whose name you had been unable to make out upon her introduction due to being buried in the immensity of Bea’s cleavage. The glance she gave you indicated that she didn’t really care either way whether you were consenting or not, but was being forced to care. The woman looked over the contract that had been drawn up. “This all seems agreeable to me. Mr Jacobs will join Miss Tate for the duration of her world tour, and Miss Tate will pay the agreed upon day rate into the bank account you specified, in the name of one… Ashley Parker. After which Miss Tate will have the option of licensing Mr Jacobs permanently should she choose to do so, at which point the day rate will cease. During such an event, she will pay a final lump sum to the amount of one year of fees in exchange for permanent ownership of him.”
“Don’t forget the free passes for my daughter and her friend to three of the concerts on this world tour,” Bea reminded her. “All expenses paid.”
You could not believe your ears, these two women were casually talking about sentencing you to potentially a lifetime of servitude to this cruel hiphop artist, and were quibbling over some free concert tickets to go with the deal! You knew Bea was sadistic, but both women were talking about you as if you were a mere object to be traded!
“Of course, my apologies,” the agent conceded. “If I could just get you to sign on Mr Jacob’s behalf. But don’t worry, this document will likely not come under too much scrutiny, so your name will likely never come up in conversation after this point. We just need to display a paper trail of his consent and no one will ask too many questions.”
Content, Bea happily scribbled her signature on the documentation, sealing your fate for the next year and a half at least.
Satisfied with the transaction, the two women shook hands and Bea exited the office without even glancing in your direction. You had one last view of her before the door swung shut behind her.
You turned your attention to the as of yet unnamed agent, her bright blue eyes boring into your soul and her thin lips cracking a satisfied smile over solving the problem that her biggest client had been giving her migraines over for the last month and a half.
“Well, for your sake, I really do hope your friend wasn’t lying and that you actually like this, because otherwise this tour will be… not particularly pleasant for you,” she clicked her tongue. “That’s a minor detail though. The important part is that Miss Tate has her stage prop now. And just in time for her rehearsals starting too, how convenient.”
With that, she grabbed your reforming body, and deposited you in a small box before sealing it. She called her intern to deliver you to Naomi, washing her hands of you and leaving you to the whims of her client.
*****
“Ho-ly shit! Stephanie actually did it!” A low, slightly nasal voice practically yelled from above you, before the lid of the box you were trapped in was ripped off.
The unmistakeable face of Naomi Tate stared back at you, framed by her long black hair, braided and dyed orange at the tips and emerged from under a purple beanie hat. The musician’s face was adorned with her signature cocky half-smile as her deep brown eyes looked you over. The confident, self-absorbed aura that the starlet seemed to ooze was even more forceful in person than it was through a screen.
From your position inside the box, you could make out that she was wearing a baggy yellow tank top that left her tattooed, lightly toned arms on display and hanged loose on her fairly lithe frame, loosely enough that the straps and part of the cups of her black bra were visible.
“So, you’re my new lil’ butt bitch,” Naomi smirked. “You ain’t nothin’ impressive to look at, hopefully Stephanie hasn’t found me a dud…”
One of her hands reached into the box, clamping around your waist and pulling you out of the box.
“…‘cause you’ve got your work cut out for you…”
As Naomi held you above her head, your view extended over her shoulder, and your jaw dropped.
Naomi Tate’s backside looked like it belonged to a woman with a build similar to someone like Ashley or your Aunt Cass, not someone as short as your new “boss”, looking completely disproportionate on her smaller, slighter frame.
Her basketball sized butt cheeks were making a meal out of the minuscule orange shorts that she was wearing, which were so small on her titanic tear that they barely covered the lower half of each cheek, leaving vast swathes of smooth, caramel flesh exposed. Emerging from underneath the micro shorts were a pair of black fishnets that squeezed the flesh of her backside and thunder thighs, digging into their supple flesh tightly. Every slight movement caused her lower half to shake and wobble, easily overpowering their flimsy coverings attempts to hold them in place.
“… I only perform at my best with a lil’ bitch squirming back there, so you’re gonna keep me stimulated.”
The sight of her gigantic, wobbling cheeks struck home just how bad you were about to have it during your “employment” by this woman, but you had no time for those thoughts to linger as you felt a rush of air when she began moving.
“Good thing you got here when you did, you’re just in time for…”
1) “…rehearsals.” Naomi brings you with her to rehearsals, and plans to introduce you to the stage crew and figure out exactly when during the performance that you should be handed to her.
2) “…me to give you a test drive, I wanna make sure I’m gettin’ my money’s worth.” Naomi carries you to her bedroom, where she plans to find out whether you are up to the task or not.
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