Gil's First Few Steps To Fame

[TheSuitedOwl]

If Gil could see Isabella's nervousness she wasn't showing it. As the French marketer would fidget with the small camera in her hands taking a bit longer than usual before she would finally be ready and look around the ring with a hint of uncertainty. "Anywhere Amour?... like here?" Isabella asked. Pointing to a corner before she would wait for a sign of approval. Then after a taking a seat on the floor she would wait for Gil to do her thing.

Whatever that was though Isabella could probably guess if she wasn't t so caught up in her head. Trying her best to psychic herself up so that her not only her work but Gil's performance didn't suffer. After all she already agreed and if nothing else a professional that wanted nothing but to she Gil succeed in this business.

[Arista]

Isabella had been nothing short of a champion today, doing everything she could to make Gil look good, and now, she was about go above and beyond for it, and maybe she would even be living out a dream of some of Gil's more hardcore fans...!

"...That's perfect, now, let's get to it, then...!" Gil gave a thumbs-up, closing the distance between both her and the French-woman, before what, to anyone else was a most predictable turn of events, turning around and thrusting her hips backwards into Isabella's face...! "...Here it is, the POV...!" She giggled, a slight rosy tint gracing her cheeks! "...Hopefully you don't mind the... View for a little while...!" Gil rotated her hips from one side to the other, being soft and gentle with things, but still managing to bury a good portion of Isabella's features within her butt...!

[TheSuitedOwl]

Maybe if Isabella had more of her head screwed on straight. She could have faired far much better for the obvious. Sadly though she was flustered, distracted, and mostly disappointed with herself. Yet despite that she would nonetheless remain determine to finish their photoshoot with Gil. After all what kind of business leader would she be if she didn't give her 1000% for her clients?! A bad one that's what and as such once Isabella would take her cornered seat. Gil would take her's in the form of Isabella! Easily burying the French woman's face between her two thicc sweaty asscheeks. Who would silently groan as her head would follow along to Gil's bouncing rhythm. Living the dream as some of her fans would say! while the go pro strapped to her head would continue to record and capture every delicious tantalizing moment that every Gil super fan out there would ever want!

[Arista]

It was definitely a position many would be envious of, but one many would be able to get as close of a look as possible of thanks to Isabella's hard-work and dedication...! "...How are you holding-up back there? Having a good time?" Gil peered her head over her should to get a look at not only the camera, but also the woman behind, or more accurately, under it...!

Gil gave a good whirl at it, knowing this would be something people wanted, she needed to keep it going for a good moment, but finally, after maybe a little too long, or not long enough, depending on Isabella's taste, Gil would eventually pull-forward. "...How was that? Pretty good, right?" Gil giggled, looking back, resting her fists on her hips. "...Here, let me help you...!" Gil then offered a hand to the kind French-woman...!

[TheSuitedOwl]

Isabella couldn't say she hated it. Gil's behind certainly had its charm but she definitely should have charged an extra percentile on her cut of the profits. This was definitely going to get her some unwanted attention within the company. Even if Gil was front and center of the whole thing. Isabella could just feel it.
Nevertheless she couldn't feel more proud of the work.

This video on top of the prints, calendar, and all the other promotion material they were going to produce was easily going to make a nifty profit for Gil and the company. Her job was done and nothing brought that home better than the jubilant smile Gil would grace her. Once the petite superstar had pulled away and offered a hand to help her to get up.

Now whether that was because she enjoyed having Isabella's head shoved between her derriere or because she was genuinely happy for the time and work they spent together. Was best left alone for the french woman. Her client was happy, she hoped, and she was happy. "Merci mon chéri!" Isabella answered. Then blushed as she took Gil's hand to help herself up. "I mean. Thank you sweetie." She clarified quicky. Untying the GoPro around her head.

[Arista]

"...Of course...!" Gil helped the French-woman up and then folded her hands behind her back, taking a small step backward. She had an absolute blast with this, and had gained an even greater appreciation for the media-side of L.A.W, even though she already greatly appreciated much of the work they did...! She had an absolute blast, and with someone like Isabella helping her through the whole thing, she was sure this would turn out wonderfully...!

"...So, I guess that's all, huh...?" Gil brushed her thighs and and dusted off her hands. "...Is there anything else I can do? If not now, I can help out with something else later, here, I'll give you my number...!" Gil then did so, spitting out her number. "...Don't hesitate to call, I'd love to see more of what you do, I had a blast here today...!"

[TheSuitedOwl]

With the GoPro safely tucked away in her pocket. Isabella would smile brightly her pearly whites shining through. As she would nod her head in agreement. They were for the most part done, Isabella still had a few things to do. Nothing Gil or her photographer had to worry about just some boring paperwork and meetings. Nevertheless Isabella would appreciate Gil's offer it wasn't actually all that common for busy future super stars to waste their time on marketing. That was her job! After all she worked for Gil not the other way around.

"Oh Merci! Thank you Gil! I'll be happy to do more with you! I'll certainly call, I got a few idea we can try. Maybe even hang out later but alas for now..." Isabella said. Smilling as she tapped the GoPro in her pocket. "Au Revoir Gil!" Isabella bid farwell. Hugging Gil for however long she allowed before she would finally jump out the ring, gather her things, and record Gil's number from earlier. Then happily waved goodbye to her new, dare she say, friend as she left with her cameraman.

Unfortunately distracting her long enough that she would walk head first into the door with a loud BANG! Throwing her back with a curse before she would open it and wave another goodbye to her client as she slipped through. Ignoring as best as she could The rancourous laughter of her cameraman who watched on with amusement.

The End