supra model • rintarou suna

uncertainty I

"Push your tits up and look sexier. Make these guys break their necks."

The new girl hesitantly looked up at you, nervously adjusting her black bandeau to reveal more cleavage. You placed your left hand on your hip and moved your lips to the side, eyeing her outfit up and down.

"Can you stand up confidently? These guys will just walk all over you if you don't act like you own the place." Your voice became loud and stern, frightening the new girl.

"I'm sorry, I'm just... I'm..." she began to shake, nervously rubbing her arm and diverting eye contact with you.

Suddenly, a firm slap to your bare back jolted your body forward, causing you to lose balance. Alisa Haiba, part time ramen shop co-owner and full time import model, smiled maliciously towards you.

"Don't be so harsh, it's her first time at a car meet."

Her pale blonde hair swung from her left shoulder to the right, dangling along the edges of her back. She kept her posture straight, wearing a red bandeau, black high rise booty shorts and white knee high boots to support the Nekoma Crew for the night. Every import model from your agency aspired to be her, down from her looks to her confidence.

Alisa was not only the most popular and sought-out import model of the underground street racing scene, but also the official representative of the Nekoma Crew's social media presence. Although Alisa was your friend, she was also your superior, which meant during business involving import modeling, she was in charge of all the girls at the meet.

You and Alisa worked for the H. Furudate Modeling Agency, which specialized in photographing cars for events and showcases. It was one of the last import model jobs within Japan after a decline in popularity for car magazines, but it continued to recruit girls from all over the world to pose with the hottest cars on the market. The company had close ties to the underground street racing scene, where most of their revenue and clientele came from.

It wasn't your first time modeling at a car meet, but it was your first time attending one in downtown Tokyo. Alisa mentioned it was going to be the largest car meet yet because of the planned illegal races on the streets between the top five racing gangs, and the resurgence of racing titles between racers. Everyone was betting between two men in particular.

To you, it was all the same—guys showing off their ricer cars without any sort of inner modifications, the teenage kids coming in to disrupt the peace, and the wannabe rappers playing their latest mixtapes to appease the crowds. Nothing really excited you much, other than there were more cute guys around than back at your hometown's car meets.

Loud music played all around the parking lot while more cars rolled in, revving their engines respectively before parking in their designated spots. Crowds gathered quickly, and you soon found Alisa assigning girls to specific areas to model, especially to the Karasuno Killers in the far corner of the car meet. Rumor has it their newest member usurped the best racer in all of Tokyo.

You weren't too much into cars as it wasn't necessarily your forte, despite being around them almost every time you modeled. Your appearance was well known around the community, but your attitude was just as notorious.

In the past, you brought in tons of sales revenue for the agency through your looks, but recently you hadn't been booked or asked for in the past couple of months due to complaints on your service.

In all honesty, you were amongst the top models just right under Alisa. Multiple influencers and magazine companies have personally asked for you to model next to their cars in order to increase their own revenue and sales, drawing in customers alike to see you lay your body across the hood of whatever hot car on the market.