GITJ Post 381: A Photoshoot for Channel 5

“Wow you’re all so gorgeous,” Alicia Ray, new morning anchor at Channel 5 said as the small crowd of girls rearranged themselves at her photographer's direction. Since some of these photos were going to be used over the next couple of days, they’d decided to do this photoshoot in the waiting room of the old clinic, and wait for this weekend for the reveal of the new construction. “Your boyfriends are all so lucky!”

“Pffft… ‘boyfriends’?” Randi Mongillo chuckled, “that’s rich.” For today she’d dressed in a smart, simple black dress that showed off her nice legs, knowing there’d be cameras. She’d helped organize all this, the press for the grand opening, and would be half-glad when it was all over.

“Oh, no boyfriends?” Alicia asked, dropping an extra dash of incredulity into her voice. Despite her new job as an anchor, she was here at this medical building on a regular reporting assignment. In the end the higher-ups had wanted her to cover this personally, even though it was obviously beneath her. Honestly, as far as she was concerned, it should have gone to Aly or Julie or some other reporter. Though she knew she had to focus on the assignment, there was also another reason for her to be here. After they were finished with this photo shoot for the stills they needed, and she’d done a couple quick interviews and some filler for the B-roll, she had an appointment in the clinic. She’d be getting her treatment, her next injection of this stuff that was making her prettier, more charismatic, more magnetic on cam behind the news desk. She knew she had it to thank for her recent advancements at the station, the squad of girls she was assembling like Aly and Julie and Marta, and for the whispers she was hearing of further promotions. Her imminent rise into the upper atmosphere of national news, she’d been told, could be meteoric if she played her cards smart.

(Wait meteors go down, right?)

“Some of us had boyfriends before coming to work here,” answered Josie, also dressed up for the day and not wearing her typical scrubs. “Like, Stephanie,” she began, “Whatever happened to that guy you were dating from the gym?”

“Yeah I ended that shit, told him to find another place to work out,” responded the shapely blond gym bunny. She’d been posed to sit on the arm of a chair here in the office waiting room, to show off her muscular calves.

“And Amelia, you were dating, like, three guys, right?”

The platinum blond beauty, statuesque in a plunging green dress that would have been mini on a girl six inches shorter, shrugged. She continued looking at her nails.

“And Julia, didn't you dump Mark?” Angie asked. Not invited to the shoot, she was here anyway in her black, ribbed sweater; she’d removed the weird shoulder pads. She’d been the one to pick up Dr. J’s suit from the tailor, so she figured she deserved to be included. “I did the same with AJ.”

“Doctor Ja-…uh, this job is enough work for all of us haha,” Josie told Alicia, “We don’t need outside boyfriends that need us to take care of them, too.”

“Shanette has Scottie?” asked Bobbi, from behind the reception desk. The photographer, a sweaty little guy in his twenties, was snapping some stills of her and Brittni. She could tell that he thought she was cute.

“Yeah they’re dating?” added Brittni.

“Yeah I don’t know if I’d call it ‘dating’ anymore,” Shanette chimed in. “He’s adorable, but more like, I dunno. He’s like practice, like a substitute for…oh, here he is now!”

‘OOOOoooooOOOoooo!!’ cooed the whole crowd of them, the waiting-room full of staff members who’d been asked to the photoshoot (and Angie).

“Who’s this handsome man?”

“Look at you!”

“Dr. J you look so nice!!”

The man, a short man in a suit and tie, came into the room where his patients usually sat and waited before their appointments. He tried to get his bearings. Most of the chairs had been pushed off to the side. There was camera equipment, some portable, stand-up lights, and a gaggle of gorgeous women.

“Okay well here we are!” announced the shapely news reporter, as she stepped towards the man, “Now we can get started. Hello Doctor, I’m Alicia Ray. I don’t think we’ve met.” She extended her hand.

Wow her grip is strong, Dr J noted, shaking the news lady’s hand. This woman, taller than him by a foot, was gorgeous in heavy makeup and a red sheath of a dress that hugged her buxom figure. Though he hadn’t seen her as a patient himself, he knew she’d been a study subject here, recognizing her name from charts and her face from the late-night news. Whether her appearance was natural for her or the “supplements” were doing her a world of good, everything about this woman - from her dark mane of hair to her shapely legs - was striking. There was something else about her, too, that brought Melissa to mind and suddenly he found himself looking about the room and wondering. Where is she? I thought she’d be here. His level of anxiety began to grow.

After a few barks at her squirrel of a photographer, Alicia had the photoshoot in full swing. The bunch of them, grouped together, posing.

“CHEESE!” Josie called.

“Say ‘Cheese’ Doctor J,” someone else directed.

The bunch of them were giggling, laughing. Alicia had them all in a good mood - aside from the doctor, who still looked a little nervous. Shanette had been licking her fingers, and continued to try fixing his hair. Shoes were changed, tops adjusted, hair fluffed, and lipstick reapplied. The estrogen levels in the room seemed to be climbing by the minute and Dr J - along with the wobegon, gangly photographer - was just trying to keep his head above water, swimming in it.

“C’mon ladies, stick ‘em out,” Alicia sang, as more flashes went off, “if there’s one thing our male viewers like it’s BOOBS.”

Laughter filled the room and Dr J was suddenly hit by a face-full of Lakshmi’s chest. “Oh, I am sorry Doctor!” she exclaimed, making Josie hold back a giggle and Amelia let loose a full-on snort.

“Patrick remember, your job is on the line,” Alicia suddenly snapped, as the photographer struggled with one of his reflector umbrellas, “There are at least five girl interns who could take your place, probably do a better job.”

“Yes yes okay Ali-....ma’am,” he answered.

Brittni and Bobbi giggled.

“Is Melissa coming?” Dr. J finally asked, as the news reporter was taking a moment to straighten his tie.

“Maybe in a bit,” Alicia replied, stepping back to get out of the shot, “we’re doing a whole separate piece on her, so I already have a lot of her stills. But getting her in a group shot would be nice. Okay, everyone - ready? Pose!

“Cheese!!” sang Josie

Dr. J stood as straight as he could, but between Amelia and Shanette he felt like a dwarf.

The flashes went off. Again. Again and again. Girls were rearranged, Dr. J now made to sit in front of them all. Someone had said they should put him on Lakshmi’s lap, and everyone laughed. More flashes. At Alicia’s command, the photographer began showing the early pics, the results of his efforts, to her and the other girls on a connected tablet...

“Omigod, Dr. J, look at you!” Josie squealed, “it’s like you’re so different than the rest of us here now!”

“Yeah you’re so small,” Julia beamed, “So little and silly.”

”You’re like our goofy little play-man,” said Marisela, dressed in a bursting blouse which showed off cleavage and her tattoos. She’d been pretty quiet, up to this point.

“ooooo you could be our little mascot!” Josie suggested.

“Oh yea! That’d be so cool!”

“Haha our little man-mascot!”

“Our ‘man-scot’!”

More laughter, which both made his skin crawl and his cock thicken.

“Would you like that?” Randi asked, voice smoky, cocking her head.

Some girls began laughing. Some were more reflective, thinking of the possibility.

“No, seriously,” Randi cut back in, placing her hand on her boss’ shoulder but speaking to the group, “What if we used him like a mascot? Like, bring him around with us when we do these appearances they want us to do, show him off?” She was ‘Director of Social Media’ and her wheels were turning.

“You mean at, like, these new satellite clinics they want to open? That we’re going to be traveling to? Maybe we can take him with us?!?”

“Yeah they want me to go to the Far Horizons opening in Cleveland. I wouldn't mind some company,” Josie said.

“I’m going to Duluth.”

“They bought me a ticket to fucking Omaha,” drawled Amelia, checking the meticulously manicured nails of her right hand. She herself had already been considering bringing him on-cam with her, in one of her daily streams. The tips would be amazing; she knew her viewers would love to see him dwarfed. They’d already started asking for it.

“I do not know if Melissa would like that, come to think of it,” Lakshmi offered, “him traveling without her?”

“Yeah you’re right Kiki,” Stephanie answered, “She’s gone pretty mama-bear these days.”

This whole time Dr. J had been stammering, trying to break into the conversation, but it was to no avail and he couldn't work up the nerve to raise his voice. This whole ‘mascot’ idea was dehumanizing enough (they couldn’t be serious, right?) but…huh?? Far Horizons was turning into a - what? - a chain? A franchise? This was the first he was hearing about ANY of this. What was happening?? He had to talk to Sheryl and find out what was going on.

In the meantime the girls continued to talk over him, leaving him to stutter in his disbelief.

“After Amelia’s clip went viral he is kinda famous,” Randi posited, “We could use that, actually make him into a mascot.”

“Let’s talk to Lexi,” Josie suggested, “She’s our Marketing department, right?”

“I think they’re hiring her three new girls for her…”

“We could use his pictures in our new ads…”

“These are all great ideas, ladies!” Alicia Ray lauded, privately considering how she could use it, use this shrunken little twerp of a doctor to Channel 5’s - and her own - advantage. A private photoshoot maybe? A private, exclusive, interview, by her? That might do the trick. Especially if she had the right camera angles, him sitting alongside her. Or, maybe even better, she thought, if I got him to sit on my lap as we talked.

“We’re trying to expand? Hire even more girls?” Shanette offered, “That’d bring them in. They’d want the job just to see him.”

“Imagine how many clients we could get into the Evolution clinics in the new wing?” Stephanie suggested. She was being moved to the physical training department as a manager, and would be excited to be busy. Nothing helps motivate a girl to get big in the gym better than seeing a four-foot-eight twerp of a man walk in.

Suddenly, the door to the main hallway opened up, and Aubrey stepped in. She’d been asked to be in the photoshoot but had declined out of shyness. Something about the look on her face made everyone stop, and turn towards her.

“Um, guys,” she announced, her voice shaking with worry, “A bunch of men in suits just came in. They have a bunch of papers. They say they’re lawyers..."

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thanks to ElephantPorn for the images of our team in the group photo, and RiF for editing work