Bangkok Part II

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“Took you long enough!”

Alex chuckled, pulled her sweater over her chest to expose her bra, and sighed. “You did tell me to take the long way… More buzz that way? Couldn’t have chosen a more… Cloudy day? The sun is scorching.” She wasn’t sweating just yet but started to feel the heat as she walked from the train station to this specific alleyway. She placed one hand over her chest and one hand down towards the thong she wore. Two fingers slid across her crotch area and simulated a spreading motion. “Still not sweaty yet, though, so it should still work.” She said with a wink at the end.

“Mmm, many people with their phones out?” the familiar voice asked, their smile could be heard as they spoke.

“Oh PLENTY.”

“Good.” They chuckled and placed their hands on their hips. “That means we can get started.” After a few seconds, they noticed the rabbit boy standing there staring. “Hey! You! You want to make some cash?”

The bunny boy, confused, blinked rapidly and pointed to himself. “M-Me?”

“I-I have to go to class…” the bunny boy said as he looked at Alex’s manager. He took his eyes off of the raccoon for a moment to look at the tigress who stood just a few feet away from him with her nearly bare buttocks turned in his direction. He stared, like any man would, for a few seconds before he peeled his eyes up only to be met with the tigress looking at him over her shoulder. It took him less than a second to realize that he was looking at pop-sensation Alex Marx the Spot. Her name slipped his mind for a good minute or two though as the only thing he could think about was her ass that he had just had an eyeful of. “I am running late,” he added as he gestured to his wrist, which was completely lacking a watch.

The raccoon manager rolled her eyes and walked up to the bunny boy, grabbed him by his hoodie, and led him over to stand beside the tigress. “I am going to give you 100 dollars,” she pulled a roll of thick paper towels out from inside the black jacket that she had on and placed it into his hands. “You’re going to use this to dab at her sweat so it doesn’t show up on camera when we start shooting. We’ll only be a few minutes here, but if you stay with us all day, I’ll give you 500.” The thought of getting 500 dollars to help with a shoot had the bunny reconsidering everything. He could really use that money to get himself that shiny new Sony console. With little to no hesitation at all, he shrugged his shoulders, “Okay, I-I’ll help.” He then nodded.

The ringtail smiled wide and clapped her hands together, she then started taking steps backward toward the photographer that she had hired for the job; a very relaxed-looking bird dude wearing a dark-blue hoodie and a pair of light grey sweatpants. The dark circles under his eyes were unfortunately very well defined due to him having white feathers. He was awake though! He just fit the eternally tired photographer stereotype incredibly well. With his camera in his hand and ready to start shooting, he raised his brows at the raccoon as she backed up toward him.

“Are we ready?” he asked.

“Yep! We’re good to go, once we’re done here, we can move to the next one, we need to be in and out of here before the buzz on Twitter ends.” Alex’s manager said with a confident tone. She glanced at her phone and quickly refreshed the trending tab; the tigress popstar’s name was still at the very top with over 30K tweets and counting. Once she backed up to be standing right beside the bird with the camera, she started her directing duties for the shoot right away. “Alright Alex, you got the goods, now do what we talked about and show them off, girl.” She grinned.

Alex grinned, too, and gestured for the bunny boy to help manage the sweat that was rolling off of her forehead. He was quick to dab up the sweat on her face and once it looked clear to him, he backed away from her to allow her the space she needed to strike her poses. Once the rabbit boy left the frame, the camera started snapping and the sound of the shutter clicking over and over echoed all over. The striped feline started to walk toward the camera as the bird moved around and captured photos of her.

“That’s it, girl, now stand still, look at the camera, and smile, we want somewhere you look like you KNOW people are watching.”

Alex stopped and looked straight into the camera with a very slight coy smile.

‘Snap, snap, snap,’

The bird took a moment to pull his eyes away from the camera’s viewfinder and smiled as he looked at the pictures that he took so far on the small screen that his camera came with. He then moved the camera to bring it in front of Alex’s manager. Alex’s manager pulled her sunglasses off to get a better look and out of habit, she put the left temple tip in between her teeth and started to chew on it. She didn’t seem to care that they were Versace shades, either. When she first started looking at the pictures, her eyebrows were furrowed, but as the photographer cycled through the massive set that he had taken so far, her furrowed brows relaxed and her occupied mouth formed a smile. She went silent for a few seconds as her eyes slowly shifted from the camera’s screen to the tigress who stood idly by in front, ready to do more poses. While they weren’t taking any pictures, the bunny boy resumed his duties using the paper towels to quickly absorb the sweat from the tigress before she appeared soaked in any of the photos. He was a tad hesitant when it came to dabbing up the sweat around her breasts and her lower abdominal area but when Alex noticed this, she grabbed his wrists and guided his hands for him.

“Don’t be shy or the sweat will seep into the clothes and that will make it hell for the editors,” Alex mumbled as she directed his hand with the paper towel right onto her cleavage.

“Y-Yes ma’am.” The rabbit boy replied sheepishly as he cleaned up the sweat building up under Alex’s bra and just above the elastics of her thong. It didn’t help that he was close enough to smell her. Her sweat smelled surprisingly good.

The tigress put her hands on her hips and redirected her attention to her manager who hadn’t said anything about the pictures she had a look at yet. With a raised brow and a shrug of her shoulders, the tigress prodded. “Well? How do they look? Please for the love of god don’t tell me I’m mid-blink in all of them.”

“We are going to fucking break the internet with this, nay DESTROY the internet. Goodbye Instagram Egg, hello Alex Marx the fucking Spot.”

“Yeah, right, that'll get deleted off the platform for violating Metaverse guidelines,” the tigress snapped her fingers in a very sassy manner. “Like that.”

“Not before millions of people see it and the tabloids take the bait, Alex. Trust me on this, I have this whole marketing thing worked out to perfection.”

The tigress made a face that showed she was casting a bit of doubt on the raccoon’s master plan, but then she realized that she hadn’t failed her so far. She was her manager for a reason; she was very damn good at her job.

As the day went by, they took photos in different spots in the business district of Bangkok known as Silom. More specifically in the Chong Nonsi area where office buildings were plenty and street-level was basically a ghost town when it wasn’t rush hour and everyone was in their offices working. They had lunch at a local street food joint, took some more pictures as they walked around, and before they knew it, it was approaching rush hour, which meant the Golden Hour was approaching, too, a fact they kept being reminded of by the feathered photographer. The squad of four walked along the sidewalk like a boyband walking onto their stage performance; laughing and giggling about things that happened throughout the day.

“Haha, come on, you KNOW you would have done the sweat dabbing for free if I just told you what you were going to be doing.” The raccoon poked fun at the bunny who she had caught sniffing Alex as he went in to clear up the sweat on her stomach during the photoshoot.

“I was not sniffing the sweat! I was BREATHING! Something we ALL DO.” He defended himself. Spending an entire day with the tigress and her friends made him lose a lot of his shyness.

“Uh-huh, and it’s completely normal for your nose to wiggle and dance like you’re rapidly breathing in and out. Sure, Dylan, Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuure.” The bunny did not look pleased when the raccoon called him out on it further, but his cheeks were red, a small sign of admittance to his inhalation guilt. As the four walked along the street, the bird photographer was pointing his camera around and shooting the tigress and friends as they strolled along. After a minute of that, they walked by an old-timey-looking streetlight. Neither Alex, Dylan, nor her manager stopped to look at it, but their birdy boy photographer did. The trio continued walking without him for a couple feet before they realized he was gone and turned around to see what had happened.

“Hey, Quinn?” said the raccoon. “You coming? We have a nightclub to get to, remember? They’re only giving us an hour and we have to be there before the Friday partying crowd shows up.”

“Yeah, I know, I think I found a really cool angle.” The avian looked into the viewfinder of his camera, snapped a few photos, and pulled back to look at them. With a satisfied grin on his face, he looked over at the trio and gestured to Alex. “Alex, c’mere.”

Alex click-clacked her way over to the bird in her heels and smiled at him. “Yeah?”

“I want you to stand against the street lamp, put one of your feet up against it, and I’m going to take a picture. You can see that really cool Mahanakorn building from here…” Quinn chirped. Alex gave him a nod and made her way over to the old-timey lamp post. She carefully leaned her back up against it, lifted her right foot up, and pressed her high-heeled shoe against the base of the lamp post. She then pulled her red sweater up to show off the black bra that she had on underneath and looked directly into the camera.

‘Snap, snap, snap,’ Quinn took a few photos, looked at them, and then looked at Alex.

“I want you to look away from the camera, off to the side, then we’ll have the perfect picture.”

Alex did exactly that and glanced over toward the entrance of the 7-Eleven that they were all standing outside of. Her tail swished left and right very slowly, occasionally coming into contact with the free hand that she had by her side. When it did, she combed her fingers through the white fluffy tip and smiled.

‘Snap, snap, snap,’ the bird took a few more photos, even capturing some as a local bus line went by. As he pressed the shutter button one last time, the lights on the lamp post switched on as the clock struck 6 PM sharp. He pulled away from the viewfinder and looked at his camera’s screen again. This time he went quiet and showed almost no reaction whatsoever until he cycled over to the latest picture in the set. “Holy shit, I told you this was a good angle.” He chirped again as he turned the camera around to let Alex have a look. Alex pulled herself away from the lamp post and got in closer to the camera. A smile slowly stretched across her lips and she nodded. “Yeah, that is pretty good.”

Alex’s raccoon manager quickly skipped over to have a look at the pictures herself, too. And when she saw them, her jaw nearly dropped to the ground. “And these aren’t even Lightroom-ed!! I bet if we show these to that building’s management there, they will be willing to pay us to use these, too.”

“Oh, so I’m doing building advertisements now too?” Alex chuckled and shook her head. “What happened to advocating for products and services I believe in?” she teased.

The raccoon rolled her eyes, “I was just joking, Alex, but have you seen that building?” Alex turned to look at the futuristic building in the distance and shrugged her shoulders. “It looks like something I’d build in Minecraft.” The skyscraper known as the “Mahanakorn” building looked like any other skyscraper, just with a bunch of chunks and blocks taken out of it. In a similar fashion to a Minecraft building that had been partially blown up by Creepers or TNT.

Her manager began to cackle, “I’ve seen you play that game; you absolutely cannot build that.” She wasn’t wrong, Alex was pretty bad at Minecraft.

To be continued

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Art by Red3Engine