I agreed to model for a friends art class and was absolutely humiliated...
When I first moved to this city I was poor and struggling to make ends meet. I had started a new industry at an entry level position, I waited tables on the side and had a lot of bills to pay off. I had just broken up with an ex boyfriend and filled my time with my career. Now I run my own branch.
I appreciated people with the drive to create something new and work hard to do it. I think that's why I felt inclinded to help. (Also, Im kind of going through a sexual exploration since I just got married and feel more open about things. Just last week I got naked after work and almost got caught doing it).
Last night one of my employees, Brad, mentioned to a group as we were packing up, that he created a photography class at night called Booze and Click. Brad is in his 30s and new to the job, but he's a nice guy who works hard. He was panicking because that night he had a ton of new clients/donors coming and this was his chance to get the word out. But his model backed out. He couldn't find a replacement.
As everyone left the office I felt compelled to stop him.
I asked what he needed. He explained that a huge group of adults were coming to practice their boudoir photography skills and drink alcohol. It was fun and informative he said.
But he needed a model to be dressed in lingerie to pose for two hours while he instructed others to take photos.
I asked what happened if he didnt have a model. He said he was fucked. He had spent weeks trying to get donors to this event and needed it to be perfect.
"I'll help." I apparently said. I couldn't believe i said it. But the words came out of my mouth. His jaw dropped.
"I mean, um, if I am, like, what you need." is some form of what I said.
"You would be perfect!" He said. "Are you sure you want to pose like that? Do you have experience?"
I started to answer but he stopped me.
"Sorry, it doesn't matter. You're perfect."
"When is it?" I asked.
"Thirty minutes." he answered.
"Oh. That's soon. Ok let me freshen up and I'll drive over."
The only issue in the back of my mind was because of husband had been out of town for work, I hadn't shaved in awhile. I kept my legs and armpits shaved because it was comfortable...but my privates...it looked like it was the 1970s. But I figured if it was lingerie it would fine.
He left to get ready and I went straight to the photography lab. There were many cars parked in the front already. Brad came to greet me and quickly guided me to the changing room. He showed me a wall of clothing I could wear, explained I would walk out in a robe, take it off, he'd walk me through the poses and then I'd be done. He was so nervous it made me feel more nervous.