A side gig

As soon as I entered the studio, two feminine hands grabbed my breasts from behind. I didn’t flinch nor did I cry out. Hell, I wasn’t even surprised. This was a regular occurrence where I worked.

“Good morning, my golden goose~” The voice behind me spoke up. “Are you ready to make me some more money?”

“Quit it, that’s harassment ya know?”

“A friendly greeting when it comes to you— ohhh, you’re stiffening already.”

“S— shut up.”

I turned around to get a good look at my assailant and boss. I groped her breasts in retaliation— Damn they’re too good. Not too soft, not too firm. It’s the goldilocks region of boobs.

Yukinoshita Haruno wasn’t just a pretty sight like my body was, AND I know Yuigahama’s body was hot. I already get a tad wet just looking at my reflection and that’s when I’m naked. When I imagine what Haruno Yukinoshita looks like under her curt but tight business attire, my crotch turns into a waterfall.

She’s just that divine.

She was a woman worthy enough to participate in International Pageants and take the crown by a landslide. I’m pretty sure she was in some lifestyle and fashion magazines. If her name was on the dictionary: perfect, sexy, and beautiful would count as apt synonyms. And if I ever swapped bodies with her, then the chances of me secluding myself from society to play with her body all day all week was too damn high. It would have led me to an early grave, heh.

“Now will you great me properly or not?”

She stopped attacking me so I dropped my hands. My wet mess of a copilot in between my legs, trapped as a nub, disagreed but it was time to focus.

“Geh. Fine… Good morning, boss.”

“Oh you’re being distant Yuigahama. Did you and your boyfriend argue again?” She was talking about Yui in my body. No one knew about our body swap. No one would believe it. Not anyone sane at least. So we just accepted people mistook us for a couple. In a way, we certainly were intertwined like a real couple.

Too bad I couldn’t care less about that.

I decided to get things done. No time for small talk. I just wanted to get this over with. I headed for the locker room, ready to change.

“What’s today’s itinerary? You said you got me a gig that’ll keep me comfy for half the year right? Also did you really have to use up my weekend for this? You’re overworking me.”

“We only ever work on the weekends, Yui. And you agreed to this a week prior! It’s just some photo shoots, then that ‘audition’ later in the afternoon.”

“Ah great more skimpy pictures of me in a bikini. Sure, why the hell not? Why didn’t they ask for you instead boss?” I mean, if they did, I definitely would have bought enough copies to fill a wall— I’m sure Yuigahama wouldn’t mind right?

“Hey! I’ll have you know that people admire you for your bold confidence and eccentric behavior as well. It isn’t just about your sexy looks, Yui Yui.” She hefted my twins while my hands were up taking off my top.

“Well it would’ve been easier if that were the case. All I’d have to do is grab my tits and play with them in front of the camera right? Maybe stick out my butt while wearing a bikini a size too small for me, heh. I actually have swimsuit for that occasion— it’s a red micro-kini and it only covers my nipples and slit. I bought it for fap fuel— I mean, I bought it for my boyfriend.” Fan service is great service. Especially when I’m the target audience. On the first night of our swap, I actually gave myself a private show. That’s probably become tradition at this point.

“Jeez girl. You pamper your man too much. But what you do with him is not our business today.” She isn’t wrong. Yui(‘s body) does in fact pamper Hachiman(‘s mind/soul) a lot but there’s no way that’s gonna change. It’s an endless loop of my mind desiring pleasure and Yui’s body delivering on that request. A win-win situation. Mutualism at its core. “You’re not that kind of model. Even if you joke about it. Not right now at least so long as I’m handling you.”

“This is just my part time gig, I still have to finish college. After that, it’s back to being a nobody.” And back to me fooling around with this body. Maybe I’ll miss this part of my life later on, but I’m sure I’ll move on. It’s all about the pay check anyway.

“Oh well, we can discuss your future later. Right now I need you to be fierce, like an amazon queen.”

“Fine. I can do that, but you still haven’t told me about that other gig.”

“Later.”