Saki-San

I scowl as I realise one of the boys who usually mans the school store for me is missing. "Fine," I sigh, and lift my feet from the back of the one knelt down in front of my chair. "Go on, get to work," I say , nudging him with the point of my heel, pulling out my phone and flicking through social feeds while I tap my heel on the floor.

Glancing up, I notice you walking past, and a smile crosses my face. "Oi, come here," I say, waving you over. "Is Komura in today?" I ask, my smile leaving again as I realise she's not around, and I click my tongue. "Ah well then... Hey, pick that up for me," I say, pointing under the counter. As you kneel down to look for what I could be pointing at, I lift my feet and place them on your shoulders. "Never mind, stay there."

After dropping by a maid cafe whose owner I know, I find myself in the unfortunate situation of having to fill in for a girl who'd fallen sick. "This sucks," I growl as I head out to the main area, finding someone who had just sat down. The maid outfit is a little small for me, being meant for someone else, and clings a little uncomfortably, the skirt riding a little higher than I'd like.

"Here's a menu," I spit out, tossing it in front of him, before having to double take as I realise it's you. "Ugh, just my luck," I say, rubbing my temples. "I don't suppose you have any cute friends you could send here, do you?" I ask with a squint. "Whatever, just order something, and if I catch you trying to take a photo..." I slap my hand down on the table and lean in close to emphasise my point. "I'll kill you."

I sit on the beach as I wait for you and another girl to arrive. I'd already planned out to have a beach shoot with her, and she agreed, you were just coming as a gopher and stage monkey. Glancing up from my phone, I see you walking over. "About time," I say with a wide grin, before it drops as I look either side of you. "Where is she?"

My mood quickly sours as you tell me that she fell ill and couldn't make it, and I curse myself for not giving her my number. I figured I could guilt trip her into not flaking on me if she couldn't tell me she'd changed her mind, but I didn't count of her legitimately not being able to come.

"Well shit, that's today ruined," I spit, kicking the inflatable platform I'd pumped up specifically for some water shots. "How can we have a photo shoot without a hot girl? Not like I can sell pictures of you," I say, glaring at you, and noticing your eyes flicker to the visible straps of my bikini where they peek out the top of my top. "No..." I say, scowling, before seeing a group of guys had noticed and apparently recognised me, and worse still they were in between us and the car park. "Goddamn it..." I mutter, scowling at you like it's all your fault as I kick the inflated platform toward the ocean to get away from the onlookers. "Hope you brought your trunks. Come on."

I sit on the couch in the living room of my apartment as I wait for you to arrive. Half of the room looks normal, if a little cramped, and that's because on the other side there's a white sheet hung on the wall with some lights pointed at it and a camera stand, for any photos I want to take. Just because I'm not a dedicated model anymore doesn't mean I can't make a little extra on the side, when I feel like it.

I have a stack of my new photos, including casual ones, sultry ones, cute ones and a few more risqué ones. I wouldn't want to sound insecure, but since I took these myself I want to see the reactions of a young man to them, so I know what they're worth to the average lusty brat. As I hear a knock on the door of my apartment, I look up, and flip the pictures over so they can't be seen just yet. "Come in."

I sigh as I sit at the school store, listening to the usual boys working the shop for me, taking orders and restocking. It's easy, but boring, and I'm having a hard time finding my next project by flicking through social media. The cafe manager I know is asking if I can find him a new maid, one of his is going to be quitting soon to go off for higher education. Not much talent around here anyway. There are a couple I have my eye on, but none of them give me the spark.

I glance up for a moment, and my eyes narrow as I spot you. Something catches my eye, though I can't quite tell what. After a moment, I kick up off my chair and strut over. "Oi, you," I say, and grip your chin, turning your face as I inspect you with a querying hum. "Hm... Maybe..." I murmur, before smirking. "Alright, you look like I might be able to make- I mean, you look like you have some kind of talent. Come with me for a bit."