Celeb Photographer Pt1
Stan entered his boss's office, a tired, almost bored look on his
face. Dale, his boss and editor and chief of Celeberty Nude, was
sitting behind his desk, smoking a Havanah cigar. Stan threw a large
tan envelope on his desk.
"Here you go. Mrs. Supermodel Gloria Chambers bare feet at a beach
party in San Diego. It took me hours to get these shots."
Dale nodded. "How'd they turn out?"
Stan shrugged. "Typical. There half-assed. Just like most of the
others."
"Well, the foot-freaks love 'em. BARE SOLES is our hottest section.
And you make it happen."
Dale threw Stan a white envelope. He opened it to reveal a check. He
looked at it for a moment, then put it in his wallet.
"Not enough?" Dale asked. "I mean, if you need more, we can talk. I
need those pictures. And you get the absolute best."
Stan shook his head. "The money is fine. Its just me. I'm bored as
hell, and tired of taking these types of pictures. And bye the way,
I am one of those foot freaks."
Dale put out his cigar. "Really? You like feet?"
Stan laughed. "You think I do this just for money. I enjoy it. At
least I used to. But if i were buying this magazine, i would be a
little put of by the lack off quality, in depth shots and close
ups."
"These celebs ain't gonna pose. But you do fine. Take a couple of
days off. Get laid. Come back recharged."
"I don't know if it will help much, but i could use an extended
weekend."
Stan turned and left. As he reached the door, Dale called to him.
"You really like feet?"
Stan turned and smiled. "You don't know what you're missing."
As he was headed home, Stan put in a call to Lindsy, his former girl
friend and now just close friend, minus the girl. She still should
be at Maetrix, a lab she worked at that dealt with complex chemical
and physics development.
As it turned out she was there, and she invited him to come pick her
up for an early dinner.
He met her in the lab, where she was hovering over a microscope. She
didn't even notice him come in, and he came up behind her and put
his arms around her waist.
"Damn!" She screamed, whirling around to see Stan. She was a pretty,
thin brunette with an olive complextion and deep, intelligent eyes.
She smiled at Stan, then slugged him in the gut.
"Jerk off. You scared the hell out of me."
Stan smiled. "That was the point. Whatcha doin?"
She smiled. "Making the world a better place. More than I can say
for you. How is the foot picture business going?"
Stan shrugged. "My conscience is clear. That offer still stands.
I'll make your feet famous, beautiful."
"No thanks. I still can't believe what i let you do to them in the
bedroom."
"You know you loved it."
Lindsy smiled again. "Yeah, maybe a little. So you want to really
know what I'm working on?"
"Sure?"
She pointed toward the microscope. "Take a look."
Stan looked through the scope, and saw what appeared to be a very
complex looking machine.
"What is that? How small is it?"
"Its a cardio-regulator-transnuration-nanoprobe. Its about the size
of a redblood cell."
Stan's eyes widened. "A nano probe? You mean you guys actually built
that tiny thing?"
"Thats what is so amazing. We built it, but originally that machine
was about three feet long and a foot wide and weighed over two
hundred pounds. Now its small enough to travel with the blood cells
in the veins and arteries, clearing cloged passages and even
delievering electric shocks to the heart. Of course many thousands
more would be injected into the body."
"Amazing. But what do you mean this thing used ti be big?"
"What I'm about to tell you is priviliged information. You've got to
keep this quiet, okay?"
Stan nodded.
"I shrunk it."
"How?"
"Come with me, I'll show you."
They entered another room that was empty save a large cylinder
hanging from the ceiling and a large table underneath it. On the
wall a large control panel flickered and twitched.
"That is, for all intents and purposes, a shrinking ray. Actually,
its a complex machine that emits a laser focused beam that
essentially reconstructs the very molecular makeup of anything. It
basically lets us take all the air that is between the atoms that
make up matter away as much as we want, allowing for us to shrink
the object. By taking all the air out of something, we also make the
object considerably denser."
Stan laughed. "You're telling me you can shrink anything? No way."
Lindsay smiled. "Get on that table and I'll shrink you down to my
ideal size."
"My ideal size? Sounds like you've put some thought into this. I'll
play along." Stan walked over and laid down on the table, looking up
at the large cylinder. "Hey, this looks like that thing from the
movie Goldfinger."
Lindsy laughed. "I'm just kidding. You're a pest, but making you
microscopic seems a bit harsh."
"Then make me about three inches. You can do that, right. And the
process is reversalable."
Lindsy shook her head. "You don't believe me, do you."
"Of course not. You can't shrink things. That's Sci-fi. Now what
does this thing really do?"
Lindsy walked over to the control panel and punched some buttons. A
screen flashed, ans Stan watched as a countdown initiated.
6-5-4-3-2-1-
A great white light washed over him, and for a moment he was dizzy.
He opened his eyes and sat up on the table. "Cute. I'm blind. Lets
get something to eat."
He swung his legs over to get of the table, and was surprised that
he didn't find it. He looked over, only to see the edge of the table
was nowhere in sight. He was on a surface that streched forever in
all directions, and he stood up, confused.
Then her shadow fell upon him, and at first he was afraid, then he
recognized Lindsy. Except now she was gigantic, like some ancient
Goddess from mythology. She was smiling, and she reached down with
one enormoud hand and scooped him up. Lindst opened her hand and
looked at Stan, who lay curled in her palm.
"Don't be afraid. Its still me."
Stan composed himself and stood up, meeting her gaze. "You're so
huge."
She smiled. "Not really. You're just tiny. Now let me show you
something really cool."
She placed him on the floor and took off her shoes, exposing her
bare, pale feet. Stan looked at them in awe and smiled. If only i
had a camera he thought. Then Lindsy raised one of those incredible
feet and placed it over him. He yelled to her.
"Lindsy, what are you doin?!"
"Just stepping out you, teeny."
Her foot came down with impossible force, leaving stan in smothered
in her sole.
TO BE CONTINUED
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