Casey pressed herself into the hard bus seat, hoping the discomfort of the chair would do something to dispel the butterflies in the pit of her stomach. It was no use, as the nervousness crept back after a few calm but fleeting seconds. This is my job, I've done this a million times before, she told herself, over and over. But it seemed nothing she thought would settle her nerves.
It was not like she'd never done photo shoots before. As a professional model she had graced many a teen magazine fashion spread in her younger years. But a girl's pre-pubescent body only lasts so long, and it wasn't long before the work seemed to thin out and stop altogether, as Casey's thin frame developed breasts, hips, and filled out. No longer the scrawny, bony catwalk model of her youth. Casey's agency had dropped her, labeling her "too fat for the catwalk." And, although her body was close to perfect - small but perky 10B breasts, a thin waist and slim yet curvy hips and legs - her self-confidence and esteem had been shattered.
She was just past her twenty-first birthday. She had been shopping with her friends, when a man claiming to be a talent scout approached them. Casey had been skeptical, but her friends, envying the glamour Casey had experienced during her modeling, were keen to arrange a meeting with the man. Spurred by her friends' enthusiasm, Casey too agreed to an office visit later in the week, doubting very much that anything would eventuate.
So naturally, Casey was shell-shocked when not only did the man turn out to be Mr B. Gunner, the manager of "Sapphires" prestigious models agency, but that he was willing to sign her up, there and then, and offer her first modeling job in close to five years. The only catch was, given Casey's body shape; she was an unsuitable clothes model. Gunner explained that although her days as a clotheshorse were long gone, she would make good money and establish a long career if she were to model her body.
Being currently unemployed, Casey readily agreed, needing the money desperately. Gunner arranged for her to do a lingerie spread for Australia's FHM magazine. She had been enthusiastic about salvaging her modeling career, but as she sat on the bus, heading for the shoot, apprehension clutched at her. She still wrongly considered herself too fat to model, and she was being eaten away by self-doubt.
It was her stop, and with shaky legs, Casey left the bus and walked the two blocks to the warehouse where the shoot was taking place. The moment she hesitantly pushed on the mirrored door it swung open to reveal an annoyed-looking woman holding a make-up brush. "You're late." she snapped, before ushering Casey into the dressing room. Everything happened so fast. Casey was told to undress behind a screen and put on a robe, then she sat on the only chair whilst the woman raced through her hair and make-up.
The woman left, to be replaced by a young man dragging a clothing rack. "Hi dah-ling," he drawled in a homosexual accent, putting Casey at ease. At least he wouldn't be staring at her. "We're running behind sweetie. Would you mind putting this on?" He handed her a skimpy black bra and panties set, and discreetly turned his back while Casey changed. He then whisked her away, out on the room and onto the set.
As she stood staring at the sets, which consisted of a white background set and a four poster bed, a handsome young man holding a camera approached her. "Hi, I'm Justin, I'm the photographer. You must be Casey?" he asked. Casey nodded. Justin smiled. "Nervous? Sapphires said this was your first lingerie shoot."
"You don't think I'm too fat?" Casey blurted out. Justin opened her robe and appraised her critically. "Well, you're breasts are a bit small, but they're a nice shape so it doesn't matter. You're definitely not fat my dear." he remarked. "Why don't you take that off," he suggested, indicating the robe, "and hop over here." He pointed to the plain white set.
Casey, relaxed by his reassuring comments, disrobed and walked over to the set. She could feel Justin's eyes on her bare ass in the g-string and blushed under her make-up. Justin described numerous provocative poses she was to imitate, and caused her to laugh the times they were too complicated and he was forced to demonstrate. For the next two hours she modeled numerous bras, g-strings and bikinis, until the make-up artist and clothes manager informed them that they had to be at another shoot across town.
"Are you right to finish up here?" the make-up artist demanded impatiently. "Sure, we can handle it. If she needs any touch-ups we'll do it on the photos." Justin assured to the retreating figures.
"Alone at last." Casey commented innocently. Although as soon as she had said it she knew her intentions weren't completely innocent. The way Justin looked at her body aroused her, as she obviously did him. She was beginning to love the power she had over him. Because although he was in control of the shoot, she found she could bat her eyelids and get her own way in a flash. It was intoxicating.
Justin grinned. "Indeed. Look, Rick left a few more changes for you, why don't you go pick something you feel comfortable in and we'll move to the bed set. "Sure." Casey disappeared into the change room, and emerged wearing a tiny, transparent red lace g-string and matching bra. Her hard nipples strained against the thin material, leaving very little to Justin's imagination. She took gleeful note of the double take he did as he noticed this, and smiled sweetly. "Is this ok?" she asked innocently, determined to have some fun with the tall, gorgeous photographer. "Perfect." Justin managed to blurt out, busying himself with changing his film. When he looked up again he almost dropped the camera. Casey had positioned herself on the corner of the bed, legs wrapped around the bedpost. She had removed the bra, and let her long dark hair fall over her perfectly formed breasts. "How about now?" she purred seductively. Enjoying for the first time the lust in a man's eyes, without feeling fat and mistaking it for disgust. When Justin was too amazed to reply, she pushed further. "Aren't you going to screw me?" She asked. This snapped Justin out of his trance. "What?"
