Set Days Pt. 4

The past few days had been a whirlwind for Jazmine. Each morning she was up early, sipping her coffee while going over her script for the day's shooting. The movie, a rom-com with a zany but heartfelt plot, demanded her best performance. The sets were lavish, the director demanding, and her co-stars a mix of supportive and competitive. She could feel the pressure mounting with each passing day, but she thrived on it.

She often found herself immersed in her role even off set. Her lines played over and over in her head, and she practiced them in front of the mirror, trying out different expressions and tones. “I can’t believe you did that,” she’d say with an exaggerated gasp, then try it again with a more subtle approach. Every detail mattered, and she was determined to nail every scene.

In between takes, she'd check her phone. Kyle's texts were a mix of flirty banter and check-ins. He seemed genuinely interested in how her days were going, which she appreciated. It was nice to have someone who cared, even if the memory of their night together was still a little too fresh in her mind.

"Good luck today, superstar," Kyle had texted that morning.

"Thanks, handsome. Break a leg on set," she replied, adding a winking emoji.

Her social media manager, Henrik, was relentless. He sent her daily lists of things to post, hashtags to use, and comments to respond to. He was good at his job, but sometimes it felt like he was running her life.

"Don't forget to post a behind-the-scenes pic today. Use #BTS and #RomComLife," he'd messaged her just as she was getting ready for a scene.

Jazmine did as he asked, snapping a quick selfie in her dressing room and posting it with the requisite hashtags. The likes and comments poured in almost immediately, a flood of digital validation.

Now, she was out shopping, a task Clea had suggested for the sake of the paparazzi. "Let them see you living your best life," Clea had said. Jazmine knew it was all part of the game, the constant hustle for visibility and relevance.

She strolled down Rodeo Drive, her heels clicking on the pavement. The summer sun was bright, casting a golden glow over the pristine storefronts. She wore a white sundress that hugged her curves just right, paired with strappy sandals and oversized sunglasses. She'd spent extra time on her makeup, making sure her skin glowed and her lips looked kissable.

In her hand, she carried a designer handbag, and she made a point to stop at a few high-end stores, knowing the paparazzi were lurking nearby, ready to capture her every move. She browsed racks of clothes, her mind half on the task at hand, half on her ever-growing to-do list.

“Look interested but casual,” she reminded herself, picking up a dress and holding it against her body. She glanced around, catching sight of a photographer snapping her picture. She smiled, turning slightly to give them a better shot.

Jazmine couldn't help but think back to the conversations she'd had with Henrik about her image. "You need to be relatable but aspirational," he'd said. "People want to see you as someone they could be friends with, but also someone they want to be."

Her first stop was a chic boutique known for its elegant and trendy pieces. She browsed through the racks, her fingers grazing over luxurious fabrics. She picked up a silky, blush-colored blouse with delicate lace trim. Holding it up, she imagined how it would look paired with a sleek pencil skirt or her favorite skinny jeans. "Perfect for a casual yet sophisticated look," she mused to herself.

Next, she moved to the dress section. A stunning red cocktail dress caught her eye. It had a plunging neckline and a fitted silhouette that would accentuate her curves. She slipped into the fitting room to try it on, the soft fabric feeling like a second skin. She admired her reflection, turning to see the dress from every angle. "This will definitely turn heads," she thought with a smile.

She also found a flirty floral sundress, its light, airy fabric ideal for a daytime outing. The dress had a sweetheart neckline and a flowy skirt that swirled around her legs as she moved. It was feminine and playful, perfect for a casual lunch or a day out in the park.

As she continued her shopping spree, she picked up a few staple items: a pair of high-waisted jeans that hugged her in all the right places, a classic black blazer with a modern twist, and a soft cashmere sweater in a pastel blue. She also couldn't resist a chic, tailored jumpsuit in a bold emerald green – perfect for making a statement at her next event.

Jazmine then wandered into a lingerie store. She felt a thrill as she browsed through the delicate, lacy pieces. She selected a few sets – a black lace bralette with matching panties, a red satin chemise, and a white lace bodysuit. She knew that even though these pieces were hidden under her clothes, they gave her an extra boost of confidence.

In the accessories section, she picked out a few statement necklaces, a pair of oversized hoop earrings, and a delicate charm bracelet. She also grabbed a wide-brimmed hat, perfect for shielding her face from the sun while adding a touch of glamour to her outfit.

Her thoughts drifted back to the movie, the demanding schedule, and the constant need to stay in character. It was exhausting, but it was also exhilarating. She was living her dream, after all. The late nights, the early mornings, the constant scrutiny—it was all worth it.

As she sipped her latte, her phone buzzed with a new message from Clea. "Remember to stay focused. We've got big things ahead."

Jazmine took a deep breath, letting the caffeine and the encouraging words fuel her resolve. She was Jazmine Jade now, a rising star with everything to gain. The memories of Kyle and Clea, the confusion and the pleasure, they were just part of the journey. She would channel all of it into her work, use it to make her performances even more compelling.

With renewed determination, she finished her coffee, paid the bill, and stood up. The paparazzi were still there, snapping pictures as she made her way down the street. She gave them a confident smile, knowing that every step she took was a step closer to the stardom she craved.

As she walked, she rehearsed her lines in her head, ready to give it her all in the next scene. The world was watching, and she was ready to shine.

Jazmine drove Clea's car with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Having the freedom to move around spontaneously was empowering, but the responsibility of driving Clea's prized possession added a layer of anxiety. The sleek car glided smoothly along the road, and Jazmine found herself enjoying the luxury of it. The interior was pristine, with leather seats that cradled her body and a sound system that made her feel like she was in her own private concert.

As she made her way through the city, her mind drifted to the events of the past few days. The whirlwind of shooting, the constant presence of the paparazzi, and the endless demands from Henrik had left her exhausted but exhilarated. She was living the dream she had always fantasized about, even if it came with its own set of challenges.

"Just a few more blocks," she muttered to herself, glancing at the GPS.

The car hit a bump in the road, and Jazmine's chest bounced up and down. The sudden movement caught her by surprise, and she instinctively put a hand on her chest, feeling the weight and movement of her augmented breasts. The sensation was still something she was getting used to. The heaviness, the way they moved with her body, and the constant reminder of her transformation into Jazmine Jade.

“Whoa,” she whispered, feeling a mix of surprise and fascination.

Her breasts, large and perfectly shaped, were a far cry from the flat chest she had as Jackson Steele. The surgery had been a significant step in her transformation, and every time she looked in the mirror, she felt a strange mix of pride and disbelief. They were a symbol of her new identity, a testament to her commitment to becoming Jazmine Jade.

She could feel the weight of them as she drove, the way they pressed against her bra and the fabric of her top. The sensation of them bouncing with every bump in the road was both foreign and strangely arousing. It was a constant reminder of her femininity, of the new life she was living.

"These things have a mind of their own," she thought, chuckling softly to herself.

The car hit another bump, and once again, her breasts bounced. She let out a soft gasp, her hand instinctively going to her chest again. The feeling was still so new, so different from anything she had experienced before.

"God, these things are heavy," she muttered, adjusting herself in the seat.

It was hard not to think about her breasts, about the way her body was changing and how it made her feel. She thought about the nights with Kyle and Clea, the way their hands had felt on her breasts, the way they had made her feel desired and wanted. The memories were still uncomfortable, but there was a growing part of her that found them exciting.

The sensation of the bounce lingered, a reminder of her new reality. She could feel her nipples hardening slightly, a reaction to the movement and the thoughts running through her mind. She bit her lip, trying to focus on the road but unable to shake the feeling of arousal that was building.

She couldn't help but caress them lightly, her fingers tracing the outline of her bra. The sensation sent shivers down her spine, a reminder of her new identity and the pleasures that came with it.

"You're Jazmine Jade now," she reminded herself. "Embrace it."

She pulled into the driveway, parking the car and taking a deep breath. The journey home had been a mix of emotions, but she felt more connected to herself than ever.

Jazmine stepped out of the car, feeling the warm afternoon breeze brush against her skin. She grabbed her shopping bags, filled to the brim with new clothes, and her handbag. With a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment, she made her way towards the house. Each step she took felt light and carefree, a stark contrast to the chaotic whirlwind of her recent days.

She pushed the front door open and walked inside, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor as she headed towards the living room. She was eager to show Clea her latest purchases, hoping for some validation and approval. As she approached the living room, she heard faint voices and sensed a strange tension in the air.

When she walked in, she saw Clea sitting on the couch, slightly flustered. Clea was patting down her hair in a hurry, her cheeks a little flushed. It was almost as if she had been interrupted in the middle of something. Clea’s eyes darted towards Jazmine, and she quickly plastered a smile on her face.

“Hey, Jaz,” Clea greeted her, her voice a bit higher than usual.

Jazmine’s gaze shifted to the man sitting next to Clea. He was in his mid-thirties, with a rugged yet polished look. His hair was a tousled dark brown, and he wore a casual yet stylish outfit—a navy blue blazer over a white t-shirt, paired with dark jeans and loafers. He had an air of confidence, but there was also a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

Clea gestured towards the man. “This is Preston Worthington, an executive at Pantene.”

Preston stood up and extended his hand towards Jazmine. “Hi, Jazmine. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He stuttered slightly before continuing, “I came over to, uh, discuss final terms with Clea.”

Jazmine shook his hand, noticing the slight tremor in his grip. “Nice to meet you too, Preston.” She smiled politely, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

Clea chimed in quickly, “We were just wrapping up, Jaz. How was your shopping trip?”

Jazmine glanced between Clea and Preston, sensing an undercurrent of tension. “It was great! Got some really nice stuff.” She held up her shopping bags as evidence. “I’m just gonna head to my room to sort all this out.”

Clea nodded, her smile a bit too ****. “Sure thing, Jaz. We’ll catch up in a bit.”

Jazmine left the living room, her mind racing with questions. As she climbed the stairs to her room, she couldn’t help but replay the scene in her head. Clea’s flustered state, Preston’s nervousness—it all seemed a bit too strange. But she dismissed the thoughts, deciding it was probably nothing to worry about.

She reached her room and set the shopping bags down on her bed. The sun streamed in through the window, casting a warm glow on everything. Jazmine took a deep breath and started unpacking her purchases, carefully laying out each item.

As she sorted through the clothes, she couldn’t help but think about how far she had come. From Jackson Steele to Jazmine Jade, the transformation had been both exhilarating and challenging. Every piece of clothing, every accessory, was a step towards fully realizing her new identity.

She continued sorting through her new clothes, hanging them up neatly in her closet. Each item was a small victory, a piece of the puzzle that made up Jazmine Jade. The act of organizing her wardrobe was therapeutic, a way to ground herself amidst the chaos of her rapidly changing life.

Once she finished, she took a step back and admired her work. Her closet looked beautiful, filled with clothes that made her feel confident and sexy. She felt a sense of accomplishment, a reminder that she was in control of her destiny.

With a satisfied sigh, she plopped down on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. The events of the day swirled in her mind, but she felt a strange sense of peace. She was on the path to stardom, and despite the bumps along the way, she was determined to make it.

Jazmine’s phone buzzed, snapping her out of her thoughts. It was a text from Kyle. She opened it, smiling at the message. They had been chatting regularly, and despite the awkwardness of their last encounter, things seemed to be going well.

“Hey Jaz, hope your day is going great. Can’t wait to see you again soon.”

She quickly typed a response, her fingers flying over the keyboard. “Hey Kyle! Today’s been busy but good. Looking forward to seeing you too.”

As she hit send, she felt a flutter of excitement. The future was bright, and she was ready to take on whatever challenges came her way. With Clea’s support and her own determination, Jazmine Jade was unstoppable.

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Jazmine adjusted the rearview mirror of Clea's car, making sure her lipstick hadn't smudged. The message from Preston had been a surprise, but an exciting one. She was on her way to the Pantene offices to check the proofs of the images for the upcoming advertisement campaign. Clea had originally planned to join her, but an urgent meeting had come up, and she was getting picked up by one of her assistants instead.

Jazmine's outfit for the day was carefully chosen to blend modern style with a touch of sophistication. She wore a lavender crop top with puffy sleeves, the neckline dipping just enough to be flirty without being too revealing. The fabric was light and airy, perfect for the warm weather. Paired with the top, she wore a high-waisted skirt that hugged her hips and flared out slightly, giving her a playful yet elegant silhouette.

Underneath, she had chosen a matching lavender lace bralette, the delicate fabric making her feel sexy and confident. Her panties matched the bralette, a tiny detail that added to her overall sense of put-togetherness. Her shoes were white chunky sneakers with lavender accents, completing the youthful, trendy look.

Her makeup was on point, a blend of bold and natural that was quintessentially modern. Her eyebrows were perfectly shaped and filled in, giving her face a defined look. She had applied a shimmery lavender eyeshadow that made her eyes pop, along with a winged eyeliner that added a touch of drama. Her lashes were long and voluminous, thanks to a few coats of her favorite mascara. On her lips, she wore a soft pink gloss that made them look full and kissable. A touch of highlighter on her cheekbones, nose, and cupid’s bow gave her skin a radiant glow, and a hint of blush added color to her cheeks.

As she drove through the city, she felt a mix of excitement and nerves. This was a significant moment for her career, and she wanted everything to go perfectly. The weight of her augmented breasts was still a novel sensation, a constant reminder of her transformation. She couldn't help but think back to the previous day when she had gone over the bump and felt them bounce. It was strange, but in a way, it made her feel more complete, more like Jazmine Jade and less like Jackson Steele.

She reached the Pantene offices and parked the car, taking a moment to check her reflection one last time. Satisfied, she grabbed her handbag and stepped out, her sneakers making a soft thud against the pavement. She walked with purpose, her skirt swaying with each step, drawing a few admiring glances as she entered the building.

Inside, the receptionist greeted her with a warm smile. "Hello, Jazmine. Mr. Worthington is expecting you. You can head right up to the fifth floor."

"Thank you," Jazmine replied, returning the smile. She made her way to the elevator, her heart pounding with anticipation. This was it—her chance to see the fruits of her labor and to solidify her place in the world of glamour and fame.

Jazmine stepped out of the elevator and onto the fifth floor of the Pantene offices. The space was sleek and modern, with minimalist decor and an air of professionalism. Preston Worthington was waiting for her in a conference room with fully frosted windows, a large table covered with glossy printouts of the campaign images. He stood up as she entered, but the smile he gave her was more predatory than welcoming.

"Jazmine, great to see you," Preston greeted her, offering his hand. His grip was firm, his eyes lingering on her a bit too long.

"Hi, Preston," she replied, shaking his hand and forcing a polite smile. "Thanks for having me."

"Of course. Let's get started, shall we?" He gestured for her to sit down, and she took a seat across from him.

Preston began laying out the images, his fingers brushing against hers more often than necessary. "These are some of the best shots," he said, his voice low and smooth. "You look incredible."

"Thank you," Jazmine replied, trying to focus on the images. They were stunning, showcasing her transformation beautifully. But there was an unease settling in her stomach as Preston moved closer, his hand grazing her arm.

"Come closer, Jazmine," Preston said, patting the seat next to him. "I want to show you something."

Reluctantly, she moved to the seat beside him. His cologne was overpowering, and she could feel the heat of his body uncomfortably close. As he pointed out details in the photos, his hand slipped onto her thigh, squeezing gently.

"You're a real natural, you know," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. "These photos are great, but there's always room for improvement."

Jazmine tensed, trying to pull away subtly. "I appreciate that, Preston. Really."

"Don't be so shy," he said, his hand sliding further up her thigh. "You're a beautiful woman, Jazmine. You should embrace it."

She tried to shift her focus back to the images, but his touch was impossible to ignore. "Thank you," she said again, her voice shaky. "I just want to make sure everything is perfect for the campaign."

"Oh, it will be," Preston assured her, his hand now resting dangerously close to the hem of her skirt. "But you know, there's something else I need to discuss with you."

Jazmine's heart raced as he leaned in closer, his hand sliding up her thigh. She wanted to get up, to leave, but she felt paralyzed. "What is it?"

Preston's eyes gleamed with a sinister light. "There are a few... conditions that need to be met before we finalize everything."

"What do you mean?" Jazmine asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

He smirked, his hand squeezing her thigh again. "Let's just say, I need a little more... persuasion to make sure this campaign goes through."

Jazmine felt a wave of nausea. "I don't understand."

Preston's smile widened. "Oh, I think you do." His hand moved higher, and she felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead. "A girl like you, trying to make it in this industry... you must know how things work."

"Preston, I..." Jazmine's voice trailed off as his hand reached the edge of her panties. She felt sick, her mind racing with panic.

"Don't act so surprised," he said, his tone turning menacing. "You want this campaign to happen, don't you?"

She nodded, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. "Yes, but..."

"No buts," he interrupted, his fingers brushing against the delicate fabric of her panties. "You know what you need to do."

Jazmine's mind was screaming, but she couldn't find the words. She felt trapped, humiliated. "Please, Preston, I can't..."

He leaned back, removing his hand and looking at her with a cold, calculating expression. "If you're not willing to play ball, Jazmine, I can always find someone else. This campaign is important, and I need someone who's fully committed."

"Don't do this," she whispered, her voice breaking.

"Then make a decision," he said, his eyes boring into hers. "Prove to me that you deserve this opportunity."

Jazmine swallowed hard, feeling utterly defeated. She knew what he was asking, and the thought made her stomach churn. But the fear of losing everything she had worked for was overwhelming.

"Fine," she whispered, hating herself for what she was about to do. "What do you want me to do...?"

Preston's smile returned, but it was colder than ever. "Start by getting on your knees."

Jazmine's heart pounded in her chest as she slowly slid off her chair and onto the floor, her entire body shaking with dread. She felt tears stream down her face as she knelt before him, feeling utterly powerless and degraded. The weight of the situation crashed down on her, and she realized how far she had fallen from the dreams she once had.

"Good girl," Preston said, unzipping his pants. "Now, let's see just how much you want this."