Gigi Hadid visits your office

The next day super model Gigi Hadid comes to your office at Victoria Secret at the appointed time. She arrives 5 minutes early, and you are ready for her, but still you have her wait outside your office for 15 minutes before you have your secretary let the 23 year old beauty in.

You direct the tall model to sit down. You're used to being around tall women at the Victoria Secret offices, but you remember reading how Gigi was captain of the varsity volleyball team at Malibu Highschool. She must have looked quite good in her short volleyball shorts, you think.

After Gigi says hello and has taken her seat she asks you why you wanted to meet with her today.

"Ms. Hadid, actually, I'll call you Gigi, in order to not be unclear with your sister, and you can call me, John," you say very seriously. You want Gigi to be anxious about this meeting.

"Is my sister involved with this too?" she blurts out nervously.

"Not yet. But Gigi Hadid, I want to be frank. You're in trouble," you say very seriously. "So let's dig right into it," you continue. "What do you see in this photo?" you ask sternly and bring a photo of Gigi walking the catwalk on your computer screen and turn the monitor to Gigi.

"Well... I see my tit hanging out." Gig says bluntly but still with her voice slightly trembling.

"Yes, you're walking down the catwalk with your tit out," you say and Gigi nods.

"And what about this photo?" you ask, pulling up another photo from that day - a close-up of Gigi with her boob just hanging out of her shirt.

"It was just a wardrobe malfunction," Gigi says in protest.

"What do you see, Gigi?" you say more firmly.

"Mr... uh... John, I'm sorry. It's my tit again."

"And your nipple - it's all right there," you say accusatorially.

"Yes, John." Gigi tenses.

"You big, pale, puffy nipple," you say and Gigi nods slowly.

You pull up another photo of Gigi on the catwalk. In this one she's wearing a sheer top, her full breasts are on display. It was from last year, so you're looking at her 22 year-old-breasts. "How about this photo, Gigi. What do you see here?"

"You can see my breasts. And my ni..nipples."

"Yes, you can see your breasts. That's because WE decided to show them off. That was no accident. We had a dress we wanted to show off and we put you inside that dress. You are our model. We make these decision."

You pull up another photo of her so-called "wardrobe malfunction."

"So, in this photo. Your breast is exposed. Did you know your breast was hanging out for the world to see, Gigi?" you ask.

"Yes, I could feel that it was exposed."

"But you did nothing."

"I'm so sorry, sir."

"And so now, if I google your name I see photos like this," you say and you pull up yet another photo of Gigi's breast hanging out on the catwalk.

"Gigi, I can see you're upset by this." you say softening your voice finally. "Let me get you some tea, the water is already hot." She says that would be nice and you stop berating the young model and prepare a Slave4U-dosed cup of tea for Gigi Hadid.

You hand her the tea and she begins to sip. "Gigi, we own your body, you know this. You can not just decide to expose yourself. We decide when to show your breasts. Actually - to be more clear. I decide when you will be exposed. If I want to show the world your puffy nipples, I will show the world your puffy nipples. That is not your decision - it is mine. Do you understand this?

"Yes, John." Gigi feels herself getting warm, she assumes it's from the tea, she doesn't realize that you've **** her. She continues sipping. She hears you as you continue to tell her that she must do what you say and she knows this is true. She sees you pull up another photo of her breast and thinks probably you shouldn't be talking about how seeing this makes you want to suck on her nipple, but she feels her pussy tingling.