Mary sipped her coffee as she sat at the breakfast table. She was reading the newspaper, finding out what happened last night. As usual there was nothing very interesting, and she moved to the "Help Wanted" advertisements. She had been looking for work since she lost her job, last week. She had been working as a waitress, but the business wasn't doing as well as it could so they cut back.
She had just graduated from high school, and although she wasn't overly intelligent she did end up with a 3.5 grade average. She had been a cheerleader in high school, had a steady boyfriend, and good looks. She was 5'6" tall, 36C-23-35, shoulder length blonde hair, and she was very photogenic. She had done some modeling during high school for the local department store. That's why she had come to New York. The thought of being able to earn her living letting people look at her excited her. She thought "What a trip it would be, just being paid to look good." She knew that in the beginning it might be difficult but she wouldn't mind.
She lived with another girl in a very small one bedroom apartment. They had been sleeping together but only platonically. She had no desires to have sex with a woman.
Her roommate was named Janna, she was a very pretty black girl, about 5'7" 36D-24-37, long black hair, dark skin with no signs of blemishes, and a very pronounced butt. Mary really liked her and they got along great. Janna was employed as a waitress in another restaurant and she always wore her dresses mid thigh. Janna too wanted to find a job modeling or acting. She had been here for almost a year and so far nothing.
Janna and Mary had become good friends, they talked about their ambitions, their desires and men, of course. Janna and Mary had an agreement when they wanted to use the apartment. It had worked fine so far. Janna had used the apartment a couple of times, but Mary still was keeping herself for her boyfriend back home. They often would go out and if they could get by with it, would go to a bar where they were able to drink, many places would not allow them to, but they had found a couple of places that didn't ask.
Mary's thought's went back to the classifieds and she started looking again. She scanned over the ads, then went to the theatrical section and started looking. The typical ads for modeling agencies, casting calls, etc. She had already dropped her portfolio off at a number of agencies and the told her they would get back to her. She still hadn't heard from them though.
She did notice something new, an ad for models at an agency she had never heard of before. It looked like it was probably for adult modeling. She had decided not to do that when she arrived in New York, but times were getting tough and she didn't think she would mind posing nude. Many actresses today, and many models had started that way or were still doing it. Look at Naomi Campbell, Elle McPherson, Christy Brinkley, even Gwyneth Paltrow. She didn't consider any of them whores, so she thought that she might call the number. She left the paper open and circled the number in red. The name of the agency "The Woody Agency for Modeling".
She scooted off to take a quick shower before she called. As she stood in the shower, she thought of the name of the modeling agency and she giggled. "They can't be serious, do they know how stupid that name sounds. Oh well, at least she could call and if they wanted go and meet with them, but what a dumb name. Sounded like a B-movie."
She dried off and powdered and did her makeup. She brushed her hair and put on some perfume. She put on her bikini panties and her short satin night shirt and went into the breakfast nook to make the call.
She called the number and was told by the secretary that she would need a portfolio, references and she would need to make an appointment to speak with an agent. Mary asked if she could make an appointment. She thought "Maybe I've been mistaken about this company. The seem legit." The receptionist made her an appointment for 1:00 that afternoon. When she hung up the phone, she picked up the mess in the breakfast nook, washed her cup straightened up the rest of the apartment and picked out her clothes.
She picked out a blue shirtdress, and a blue pair of short heels. Her panties were already blue so that way it all matched. She dressed and looked at herself in the mirror. "Not a bad look, Mary, not bad at all." She got one of her portfolio's out of her file cabinet and the called Janna. She told Janna about the agency and her appointment that afternoon. Janna wished her luck and Mary hung up.
Mary took a cab to the address that she had and when she was dropped off, she paid the cab driver. When she entered the office, the receptionist greeted her and told her to wait a few minutes that Mr. Wood was busy, but would be right with her. Mary sat down and picked up a magazine while she waited. In a few minutes, the receptionist said "Mr. Wood will see you now." She led Mary down the hall to an office and she was greeted by an older man, balding and in a sports jacket and slacks. He had a white shirt and he was in good shape. Mary figured him to be in his late 40's or early 50's.
"Hello, I'm Gerald Wood."
"Mary McKay"
They shook hands and he said, "Have a seat, do you bring a portfolio with you?"
She smiled as she handed him the portfolio, and then she sat down and crossed her legs.
"Very nice, Mary, very photogenic it seems. Did you do your own makeup or have it done?"
"I did my own Mr. Wood."
"Gerald, please"
"Okay Gerald."
"Mary we're looking for women, as yourself, young, blonde and blue-eyed. I would like to look over the photos for a while and get back to you. Have you had any experience modeling?"
Mary explained about the work she had done for the local department store, but she said that was all she had done.
Gerald thought about it and said, "Actually that's okay, we're just starting and I won't be able to pay what the other agencies are paying. Does that end our conversation, Mary?"
"No, I am interested. What type of modeling are you doing? Runway, photo, catalogue?"
"Well we do a variety, Mary. We also do some nude work, tasteful of course."
This sounded like a good opportunity and she became excited by it.
"We've gotten a lot of calls this morning, but I have to weed the models out. You wouldn't believe the number of women, who actually think that I would hire them. Crack addicts, street walkers and the like."