chapter 3: the deal part 3

“Well first, we’re going to trade jobs. You’ll have my desk job in accounting from now on, and i'll take your salesman job.”
“O-Oh, Okay.” Lucy said feigning some sort of sadness. Truth be told, This sounded good to Lucy. She hated her salesman job, walking around and asking customers if they needed help, all of which acted as if they knew more about everything. If Cindy viewed this as a punishment of some kind, she was sorely mistaken.
“Good! Also, i'm working on making some clothes with some fabric i bought, and i need a model. So you're going to be said model and i'll have to get your measurements and have you try things on”
Lucy didn’t mind this one either.. Well if it meant keeping her secret, she could handle cindy measuring her, and trying on some outfits at least every once in a while.

“Finally, and the best part of our deal, I’m going to take complete control of your diet!~” Cindy tells Lucy excitedly, who squints back at her in confusion. “Like, buying me food? The company covers that already, I thought..”
“The company does. But the only difference is now I’ll be deciding what you eat” Cindy responds matter of factly.
Lucy chuckles, and retorts, “so what? Are you gonna make me only eat gross foods and make me wither away as punishment??” With a cheeky grin, still laughing.
“No actually,. I’m going to get you great food. I’ll be looking to leave this place in around 5 months or so, and until I leave, you are not allowed to look for a new job or try to leave your job under any circumstances. Then once I leave, our deal is over, and your secret will be safe”

Lucy looked puzzled but nodded. “Yea okay. I’ll give you ‘control’ of my diet… At work.”
Cindy nodded back with a smile. Now let me get your measurements, I have an idea for a top and leggings!” She says pulling out a tape measure and a scale and measuring Lucy’s body and jotting it all down. Lucy was 5, 5 but she was fairly tiny compared to the 5, 8 Cindy. Where Lucy had an average bust and no ass, Cindy had a rather modest chest and a butt to match it, the weight seeming to only go where she'd want it to. Lucy could understand how having a voluptuous body like that could make it difficult making clothes for people who may not meet her exact size. Legitimizing the lie Cindy told her to get her measurements. In reality, Cindy didn't know anything about sewing or fabric or any of that, but planned on learning in time, and it would excuse Cindy getting plenty of measurements as the time went on.

Unaware of the deeper significance of this, Lucy laughed and played along, striking poses and feeling completely at ease that her secret was safe. Unaware these measurements would be in all actuality, documenting Lucy's gain