Jellybean, not her real name of course, but her "influencer" name, had been made Instagram and TikTok videos for about five years. She had gained a rather substantial following, and the subsequent sponsors caused her to get a producer/agent to keep her on schedule and promote her work. However, her fans were mainly of the 12 to 16 year old girl group and 13 year old boys, and now at 22, her fanbase, as well as her sponsors, had been dwindling. In reality, the cost of making her videos had lately been exceeding the revenue they generated. Trying to break even and recoup his losses, her producer talked her into making a new groundbreaking video, where she would be portraying a singing and dancing doll. She would be miniaturized and alternate between performing around a full-size swimming pool, a Barbie Doll pool, and on a table of props and some interactions with normal size humans. The shoot was set up and Jellybean was taken to the Microbiophysiology lab and shrunk to 5 inches tall. Her producer brought her to the set and the camera crew and the other actors started shooting the scenes for the video.
Two men were sitting in the stands surrounding the pool. One was the producer, and the other was an investor. As they were watching the shoot through the monitors, they began to talk.
Conversation......
Investor: She's really cute, even cuter at that tiny size.
Producer: She is, but she needs a lot more than cuteness in this business to keep cash coming in. I just can't keep losing money on these videos.
Her fans just aren't staying around anymore. She's just too old for this genre.
Investor: Did you discuss this with her?
Producer: Of course, but she won't listen. She still thinks the next video,or the one after that, will bring her fans back around. Unfortunately, she
doesn't have the talent to be a real actress or singer. She's washed up, but she won't accept it. And she knows about some of the dealings
I've had to do just to keep her going this long and I can't afford her making a big stink if I terminate our business contract.
Investor: So that's why you called me.
Producer: Yes. Did you wire the money? The amount we agreed on?
Investor: I did. You can check your Cayman Island bank account to verify.
Producer: I don't need to. I've always been able to count on you when I needed you.
The video shoot was wrapping up. The producer released the crew and the other actors. He scooped Jellybean in his hand and carried her up the seats where the other man was still sitting. He deposited her into his waiting hand. He just gazed at the cute tiny girl who was lying on her belly across the palm of his hand. He could feel the warmth of her skin and it sent pleasurable shivers down his spine as she wriggled her body into a comfortable position, deliberately grinding her pelvis into the skin of his hand. Assuming he was an important person, a new sponsor or director or something, she smiled seductively at him as she propped herself up on her elbows so he could get a good look down her ample cleavage.
The producer spoke up and said, "Jellybean, I want you to meet someone. This is Mr. Johnston. He is going to be a really...........big...... part of your life from now on......."