Things were getting bad. I was 20 years old and living away for the first time in my life. I was sharing a rented flat with my friend Karen and while we started our adventure in London things were good, we partied hard and had a lot of fun. But money was tight and we were having problems meeting the rent.
Firstly, my name is Sarah, I am 20 years old dark haired, slim figured. My friend Karen was also dark hair but more busty than I am and not to mention more adventurous. She returned home one day and told me she had been approached by a modelling agent who offered a casting session for the London fashion week. She was super excited and as he said she could bring a friend. Her enthusiasm is always infectious and after 10 mins I was imaging cover shoots and catwalks.
The next day we set off as I was having second thoughts I dressed conservatively in jeans and tight fitting t shirt. Karen was dressed to kill in a summer dress.
We arrived at a warehouse in an industrial area that did not have the Milan feel I was expecting. We were greeted by Mark a mature guy who immediately creeped me out. He was leering all over us and making me feel uncomfortable. He was close to six feet tall but had a large pot belly. His face was attractive but he was not in great shape.
He led us through to a studio area where he had a camera and tripod set up. He explained to us the process that he was expected to deliver 10 models for a designer showing in London. The gig was not well paid but would normally lead to more work. He said he was expected to send shots through but as they were to busy to pick through he would normally have the final say on the 10 to go.
Karen was already dreaming of life on a catwalk and was drinking it all in. I have to admit that I was also warming to the idea. He stood us both next to a white back drop and started snapping away with profile shots. Karen started pouting and posing and not sure what to do I started copying her. Mark was making encouraging noises and I started getting into it.
"Some of the clothes will be see through and revealing. Are you comfortable with that?" Mark asked. Karen immediately said we were taking care of the hesitation I was having. I am not a prude by any stretch but the idea of being on a catwalk exposed worried me. "I will need to take some body shots so that the designers are comfortable that you will look good in the clothes".
Karen looked at me and winked and slipped off the summer dress she was wearing. Underneath she had on a black lacy bra with matching shorts. Her 34c breasts were trying to escape the bra with every move.