I wanna be loved
by you
by Oonah V
Joslin
Bunny was
wearing, if you could call it wearing, a red
velveteen two-piece comprised of three hearts
– ‘one for each titty and one for
the pubes’ she pointed out. She twisted
round from camera cheekily – golden thong
completely subsumed and looked back through
pouting lips. SNAP! She flopped forward and
looked upside down through her open legs. Long
platinum curls cascaded onto the purple shag pile.
SNAP, SNAP! She did a forward roll and came to a
sitting position on the mat, cross legged. SNAP!
“Okay!”
said Mickey Little. “Can we have the
salvation army costume now?”
“Whatever you say, Mickey.”
“Shall I get coffee while she changes?”
asked photographer Pete Petite.
“Sure thing – bring a doughnut too.”
Bunny went
behind the screens. She might have fancied a
coffee – a doughnut, even. They never asked
her though. She took off the costume and donned
black silk underwear and stockings for her
Salvation Army poses. The blouse only partially
buttoned, revealing an astounding cleavage, the
skirt was incredibly short and the jacket was
fashionably tight. Bunny scraped her hair up
below the hat and looked in the full length
mirror. She aggressively reapplied red lippy,
stepped out and made her way to set, New York
backdrop, chair, bed, selection of musical
instruments.
“Wha’do’you
want me to do with these, Mickey?”
“Whatever comes to mind.”
“Aw, c’mon Mickey! Help a girl
out… You’re supposed to ‘exercise
editorial control,’ after all...
So… exercise!”
Mickey joined her on the set and demonstrated how
a trombone might be used suggestively as a
substitute male member and how to play a
tambourine maximising the use of the chair and
suspenders.
“Oh I get it!” said Bunny, all coyly.
“So – what’s the bed for?”
“Beats me,” said Mickey. “Maybe it
was left over from another set.”
“Well, I have an idea,” said Bunny. She
grabbed Mickey, pinned him down and began to undo
his zipper. He was winded under her sixteen stone
and her bosom was all but suffocating him. Now he
knew how the thong felt!
“Coffee?”
Pete stood open mouthed by the tripod. “Or
would you two rather I left?”
There was a kafuffle on set as Mickey wriggled
out from under Bunny and hurried to claim his cup.
“That was a close shave,” he said low,
through gritted teeth. “Never leave me alone
with her again, right?”
“Right,” said Pete. “She seems to
really like you though.”
“Yeah, well - she gets the most hits on
‘largesse.com,’ and she has big fans in
‘Some Like It Big’ – only,
I’m not one!”
“I never thought for a minute you were,”
said Pete, flirtatiously.
Mickey
struggled to regain his - ‘editorial
control’. “Okay, Bunny, ready to shoot?
Ready Pete?”
Bunny smiled. “Well honey, anytime you’re
ready – I’m ready!” She did a
Marilyn style pout. “I wanna be loved by
you alo-o-one, Boo booby doo!”
Mickey topped
up his coffee up from a hip flask. It was going
to be a long day.
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