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TAWOG Quickiez!	By : xXDasXGoochXx Category: +1 through F > Amazing World of Gumball, The Views: 33341 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Episode 6: The Shoot
Gumball fiddled with the zoom of his brand new camera; it was a Canon brand, EOS Rebel. His mother had immediately gotten it for him when he had told her he was actually interested in being good at something. He hadn't really questioned why his mom would spend over eight hundred dollars on a camera. She had simply stated that he was to become a winner; the very best at it. She hadn't even bothered to ask him what he would be photographing. He would have lied if she did.
He had immediately wanted a new camera after discovering he could sell the pictures he had taken of Anais weeks ago for large amounts of money. Hell, Mr. Fitzgerald had given him three hundred for just ten pictures! Gumball placed the camera back into its small, hard-backed suit case. Rubbing his hands together and giggling he looked to his pet goldfish, Darwin. The orange colored fish swam in slow circles, his glassy half-lidded eyes focused intently on Gumball. Gumball locked eyes with it, feeling slightly unnerved as if it were judging him.
The ringing of his cell phone made him jump slightly. Quickly pulling it out of his pocket, he smiled as the caller's name flashed across his screen.
"Hello Rachel, I take it your accepting my offer?"
"…yeah…uh…I am…I do!"
Gumball could have laughed out loud at the mixture of apprehensiveness, desperation, and embarrassment in the teenager's voice. Although he couldn't really blame her; if word got out she was doing something like this for money…Her high school life would be that much more difficult.
"Good," answered Gumball. He checked to make sure all of his supplies were there; his camera, an ample amount of film, the fee, and a pocket knife he had gotten for cheap from the janitor at his school.
"Meet me at the location on the note."
"Ok…"
"Rachel?"
"Y-yes?"
"Don't sound so…unprofessional…I am paying you after all. Unles-"
"-NO! Uh, I mean, I'm sorry, I really need this…"
Gumball shook his head, the girl sounded close to tears. He almost, almost, felt bad.
"Fine, see you in one hour. Don't be late." With that said, Gumball hung up. Pocketing his phone, he placed all his supplies in his backpack. Flinging it on one shoulder, he exited his room and closed the door behind him. Stopping first by is sister's room; he popped his head in the door.
"Hey little sister, I'm heading out for a couple of hours."
Anais looked up from her tea party, an annoyed look on her pink, bunny face.
"Whatever, mom and dad went grocery shopping, so be back before six."
She turned back to her tea party without acknowledging Gumball was still there. Gumball smiled nervously; "Still mad?" his answer was a teapot to the forehead.
Rubbing his assaulted forehead, Gumball descended the stairs and left his home. Checking his phone for the time, he began his journey with a casual pace. Gumball waved to Mr. Robertson, who sat lounging on his porch swing. The aging man waved back, a knowing smile on his face.
"Off to work, Gumball?" he asked, Gumball nodded, pointing to his back pack.
"Yes sir, I should have some new merchandise by tomorrow. Rates may change though, new girl and all."
Mr. Robertson nodded, scratching his stomach.
"I did enjoy last month's issue. Will you be using her again anytime soon?"
Gumball knew for a fact that the only way he'd get her again is with a bribe ten times better. He doubted with the decrease in Ms. Daizy popularity, the same bribe would work. Gumball shrugged and continued walking.
"Who knows? Mr. Robertson, we'll both find out, won't we?"
XXDXGXX
Gumball sighed in relief as he stood in front of his destination. Located a mile off the main road of the small town of Elmore, it had once been a Blockbuster videos store. Since blockbusters decline and eventual bankruptcy, the store had been cleared out and forgotten. The windows were vandalized and darkened with black spray paint, making it impossible see within, or from the inside. The front door was boarded off, most likely by the owner in a failed attempt to seal it off. Gumball, walked around the back way, stepping over broken beer bottles and condom wrappings most likely left by the same teenagers who had vandalized the windows.
Coming to a stop at the backdoor he smiled at his genius. He had gotten Mr. Fitzgerald to disassemble the bolt lock, and replace it with a new one for which he had a key for. In return, Mr. Fitzgerald would have a discount for Gumballs choice of work. Unlocking the door, Gumball stepped in the pitch black building, the sunlight from the opened door cut through the darkness for a few feet, but left the rest of the building in a deep dark. He flipped on a switch next to the door; slowly, the replaced light bulbs flickered on, exterminating the darkness and revealing his studio; a large queen sized bed with white sheets took up the center of the room. A stand for his camera stood a few feet from the foot of the bed. A small video camera sat on its stand next to it. Gumball frowned; it could hardly be called a studio. He lacked proper lighting and equipment but this would have to do for now.
Gumball went through the process of readying his set; placing new film in his camera as well as a fresh memory card in his camcorder. He stepped back to admire his work; everything was perfect. All it needed now was a model. Gumball checked his phone for the time again. Frowning, he noticed Rachel was five minutes late. This was unacceptable. Well, Gumball would use this against her. Gumball smiled evilly to himself; perfect.
A loud and rushed knock brought Gumballs attention to the door. The smile melted off his face to be replaced with a practiced annoyed one. Gumball crossed the room and opened the door. He raised an eyebrow as he took in the sight in front of him.
Rachel looked as if she had run all the way there. She was sweating, her rainbow colored, curly locks were matted with sweat against her forehead. Her blue colored face was red, giving further evidence to his presumption. Gumball crinkled his nose at her choice of wear; grey sweat pants and a black spaghetti strap tank top. He noticed a small synch bag on her bag and deduced that her change of clothes were in there.
"I'm sorry…I'm late…my bike chain broke and I had to run all the way here!" panted Rachel, as she bent over to try to catch her breath.
Gumball sighed and shook his head. Turning and walking back into the studio he signaled her to follow.
"Excuses, excuses Rachel…My time is very important. Time is Money after all."
Rachel quickly followed, looking around in awe at the studio. She had hung out with the upper classmen out front before but had no idea what was in here! A snapping of fingers brought her attention back to Gumball, an unhappy look on his face. She noticed his eyes were on her clothes and she grimaced.
"Uh, sorry about the clothes," she took of the synch bag and held it up. "I brought a change of clothes?" she said chuckling lamely. Gumballs frown didn't leave.
"There is a bathroom through there," he said pointing to the door behind and to the left of her. "Hurry up and get changed, before I change my mind about this entire thing. There are other girls you know."
Rachel's eyes widened and a fearful look appeared on her face. "Please! No! I need the money!"
She moved quickly for the bathroom. Gumball watched with mirth in his eyes as she closed the door behind her. A few seconds later e could hear the sound of running water. Shaking his head at the simplicity of it all, he waited for her to come out. A few moments later Rachel came out, this time Gumball approved.
Her hair looked much better; she had removed her headband and replaced it with a loose pony tail. Her clothes consisted of a small and tight, cotton orange sports bra. This improved the sight of her slightly below average breasts. It also showed off her toned and tight blue stomach. The white tennis skirt was short and firm fitting, showing off her long legs and forming hips. Gumball placed a hand on his chin as he circled her. He checked for any mistakes, ignoring the embarrassed blush on Rachel's face. Gumball squatted behind her and lifted the back of her skirt, happily noticing she wore no underwear. Rachel jumped slightly at the actions, earning an annoyed look sent her direction.
Standing back up straight, Gumball took his position back in front of her. He pointed to the front of her skirt. "You did shave as per my instructions?"
Rachel nodded slowly, lifting her skirt to reveal a hairless pubis. Gumball took notice of the slight plumpness of her labia, what was left of her 'baby fat'.
"Good, we can begin then." He motioned for her to sit o the bed. As he fiddled with the camera, Rachel sat nervous and fidgety on the edge of the bed. Gumball noticed this and sighed in annoyance.
"Relax; my customers will not appreciate a nervous girl. If you want to be paid for your work, it must be good work." When she nodded and visibly relaxed, he went back to his camera. Finishing, he moved to the camcorder. Focusing it, he began recording.
"I'm going to be recording this shoot and asking some questions okay?"
"Okay."
Gumball went back to the camera, "Smile"
*click, click, click*
"What's your name?"
"Rachel."
"How old are you, Rachel?"
"I'm fifteen."
"Good, can you scoot back away from the edge please?"
She nodded and did so; Gumball gave her the thumbs up and took a few more pictures.
"Do you like sports, Rachel?"
"Yes."
"What kinds?"
"Um, basketball, tennis, soccer, sports where I can sweat." Gumball looked at her, his eyebrow rose in interest. She had a sly smile on her face. She was learning.
"You like to sweat? That's nice; can you lean back for me?"
"Like this?" she asked leaning back on her elbows, one foot was brought up on the bed, bringing her skirt up and revealing her hairless mound. Gumball nodded and quickly took more pictures.
"Perfect."
The photo shoot continued like that, Gumball asking questions while at the same time asking her to get in several different positions. Eventually he got her to do a small strip tease for him; capturing every movement as she stripped. He had her touch herself, fondle her breasts, and pinch her hard nipples. She played with her hairless pussy; rubbing her clit and slowly finger herself. Gumball had watched with a hidden mirth as she got into it. At some points she had forgotten he was even recording and simply masturbated. Moaning, and thrusting her hips up to meet her slim fingers. He had her flip over, leaning on her chest to hold her cheeks apart and reveal her anus. He watched as she had played with it, she had licked her moist fingers and fingered herself slowly.
As his phone buzzed in his pocket signaling an hour had passed, Gumball stopped the camcorder.
"Well, Rachel. That was really good."
Rachel smiled and sat up; grabbing her shirt, she made to get dressed.
"You don't think were finished yet, do you?"
Gumball slowly unzipped his pants, letting them pool at his feet. The tent in his trousers told her everything. She blushed and began stammering.
"B-but that wasn't the-"
Gumball stopped, an annoyed look making its appearance once again.
"Fine." Pulling his trousers back on, Gumball took out his wallet and pulled out a few bills. He through them at the foot of the bed and watched in disgust as she scrambled for them; Rachel counted it out quickly.
"T-this is only one-fifty! You promised three hundred!"
"I took off for being late. You should be happy you're even getting that." He said with his hands on his hips. "Hurry up and get dressed, I have other things to do today."
Rachel looked close to tears, her body shaking a little as she held it in.
"Wait…I'll do it! Please… I just need…" in a flash Gumball was atop her, his smaller size giving away his strength. He held her chin with one hand, the other her slowly unbuttoned himself.
"What do you even need this money for anyway?" he hissed, as he began nibbling on her collarbone. Rachel gave a cry but did not struggle in fear of his implied promise not to pay her in full.
"It's m-my mother! My parents got divorced and her shopping addiction brings debt collectors! If I don't get the money somehow, we'll lose our home!"
Gumball shook his head. "That is a sad story. Please believe me when I say I wish I could care. Really, I do."
He let go of her chin to squeeze her breast. Sucking on the right one, he pinched the lefts nipple. Rachel gave a cry as gumballs other hand played with her clit.
"But, you see. I just can't see myself caring for that..." He leaned back on his knees, lifting her legs up until they rested between his arm pits. He lined himself up with her moist entrance.
"Not in the LEAST!" on his last words, he thrust fully inside of her. Rachel screamed as her hymen was roughly broken. The pain caused her muscles to lock down on Gumballs intrusive member. Gumball's thrusts were strong and uncaring; Rachel's screams of pain became moans of pleasure as she was roughly fucked. On the inside, Rachel was cursing and hating herself, she felt sick, was she some slut now? Did she have no respect for herself? Rachel's moans hitched in her throat as she reached orgasm. She wrapped her arms around his neck; her long legs wrapping themselves around his waist and thrusting forward and upwards to meet his pace. No, she concluded, as her brain became fuzzy from the pleasure. She didn't.
As Gumball reached his limit, his thrusts became wild and erratic.
"I'm cumming…"
Rachel's eyes widened as his words brought her back.
"No! Not inside!"
Gumball thrust one final time before cumming deep inside her. Rachel gasped as she felt the hot liquid fill her womb. Gumball collapsed on top of her as his energy left him. Below him, Rachel quietly sobbed; her hands covering her face.
"You asshole, I told you not to cum inside!"
Gumball slid out of her. Quickly getting up and retrieving his camera, he took a couple up close pictures of his splooge seeping out of her slightly parted slit.
"Get over it." he said uncaringly. "If you're not on birth control at fifteen, you shouldn't be having sex."
Rachel sat up quickly, an angry look on her face.
"I didn't want to you bastard! You made me do it!" Gumball zipped his pants up and threw a glare her way.
"I didn't make you do anything. You wanted the money right?"
Rachel held her face in her hands as her sobs grew. Slowly, she got up and ran to the bathroom to get dressed. Somewhere deep, and I mean really deep, in Gumballs cold heart he felt a pang of guilt. Sighing, he reached into his wallet and removed three hundred and fifty dollars. When she exited the bathroom again, this time dressed in sweats and her black shirt. He handed it to her. She glared at him first, and then counted it.
"Y-you gave me extra?"
Gumball shrugged, a Cheshire grin slowly growing.
"Yeah, abortions are expensive aren't they?"
Episode End!
A/N: WELL! That took a lot out of me. Hopefully this one was a lot better than the last ones of mine. Review and tell me what you think!
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