Model trains -- not. Well, in a way.
The characters, situations and actions in this story are merely figments of an unusual imagination. So unusual, in fact, that the author doesn't actually exist.
NC<18 -- No characters under the age of 18 are depicted in this story.
This is a copyrighted original work of erotic fiction. All rights reserved.
"YOU SONOFABITCH!!" I screamed. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?!"
Then, "OOOOOWWWWWW," as the leather pads of the blindfold were ripped from my eyes and the light flooded in, shocking my pupils.
"What the FU... Officer. What are you doing here? Can I help you with something?
"Don't touch me!! Don't touch me or anything around me!
"What? How did I end up in this position, you ask? Well, I'll tell you.
"It started when I answered an ad on a website where a man was looking for a model for some photography and video he was planning to use to advertise an invention he wanted to try to sell.
"I needed to make some money since I'm still living with my parents and want to be able to find a place of my own. But with the job situation around here, that's not going to happen anytime soon.
"When I was in high school I dreamed of becoming a model and I auditioned with those traveling talent agents but it turned out I wasn't skinny enough and the bastards never even mentioned contracts.
"So. Anyway. Living at home, no job, wanted to make some money so I answered the ad. But I'm no dummy. I made up a list of questions to ask before I called.
"I called the number in the ad and talked to the guy. He sounded like a nice guy. Friendly. Nice voice. Decent sense of humor.
"I asked my questions and he answered every one. I wrote the answers down and verified everything to make sure I had it down right, then answered his questions.
"He didn't ask anything weird, like 'Do you normally disappear from your home for days at a time before your parents worry?' or crap like that. But then again, would he have asked questions like that if he had plans? Wouldn't that have scared girls off? Maybe. Maybe not. It was, after all, a modeling gig!
"He asked my age, height, weight, measurements, hair color, skin tone, things that made sense to ask a prospective model.
"He finally said it sounded like I was the kind of model he was looking for. Not too tall, not too short, not too skinny, not too heavy. Sounded like I had the "wholesome" look he was looking for.
"We agreed to meet in person before making the final decision so my best friend Sandy and I met him at the food court of the local mall. I figured it'd be best to meet in a public place and take my friend so I didn't get forced out of the mall and into a windowless van, never to be seen again. We even parked in a parking lot a ways away from the food court, then walked around the mall and came in the doors right there so if he was thinking he could grab me or us as we went back out to our car he'd be mistaken.
"So we met and I was pleasantly surprised. He was a little older than Sandy and me and actually not bad looking. The three of us kind of hit it off, and we just sat and talked for a while before we finally discussed what he was willing to pay. It wasn't much, but it would be my first paid modeling job! Once we decided that, he pulled out a really formal looking release that we both filled out, making sure all the details were filled in.
"Once we had both filled it out, he told me to take it with me and bring it when I came for the shoot. Then he said, 'No. In fact, don't bring it to the shoot. I wouldn't feel right asking you sign away the rights to photographs and video of you without you having seen them first.' He also insisted that I bring my friend to the shoot to make sure I felt safe. That was really cool, I thought.
"Where is she? Hold your horses, I'll get to that. And stop trying to tough me or this contraption!
"We discussed schedules and made plans for the three of us to meet here the next day he had off, which was today. Sandy and I waited until he left then quickly walked through the mall, got in the car and drove off.
"A few days later, Sandy and I drove past here to check out the neighborhood and it looked like a pretty nice area. I mean, no graffiti, nobody obviously selling illegal things on street corners. Nice family area.
"Then this morning, just as we got ready to come over here, Sandy got a call from a place where she had submitted a job application asking her if she could come in for an interview. I told her she had to go to that, because she was in the same circumstances as I was. We're actually hoping that between the two of us, we can afford an apartment.
"I called him and, to my surprise, he told me that we needed to cancel the shoot because he didn't want me to come over here by myself and we'd re-schedule for when Sandy was available. I tried to argue with him but he wouldn't hear of it. "But me, being the stubborn bitch that I am, decided I was coming anyway. Now, it may not seem like it, but I'm not a complete idiot! I called Sandy and told her what was up. We made plans that I would call her every hour from just before I came in until I left so she'd know I was still safe. Oh, SHIT!! THAT'S why you're here, isn't it?! Sandy called you and gave you the address?
"Don't touch me!
"So I drove here and knocked on the door. I was sure he was home because there was a car in the driveway, but no one answered. Eventually I knocked again and again 'til he finally answered the door.
"I actually had to step back and look at the house number again because the nervous guy standing there in the open door didn't look that much like the smooth, self-confident guy I met a week ago.
"He asked me what I was doing here as he leaned past me and looked around the neighborhood, up and down the street and stuff. Then he told me he had actually been relieved that issues had come up because he had changed his mind.
"He didn't want to use me as a model after all. He said he couldn't pay me what he promised, because when I called he skipped going to the ATM, but he'd see what he had to pay me for my time for having come over anyway since the shoot was off. He just kept babbling. He was sweating and shaking and I thought he was going to faint or have a heart attack or something.
"I told him it was OK, that I just needed to be able to call Sandy in an hour and asked if he was OK.
"I was worried for him so I pushed my way past him and into his house. Did I mention I can be a stubborn bitch sometimes?
"Anyway, I avoided his hands when he tried to grab me to push me back out the door, went into the kitchen and poured him a glass of water. He was still shaking so I pushed him down onto the sofa.
"He went back to babbling about how sorry he was, he never should have invited me over here, he was so embarrassed about what he had been planning to do with me...
"Dude!! Seriously, stop trying to touch me!! And don't touch this thing either!
"So anyway, while he was shaking and babbling on the sofa I started looking around to see if I could figure out what was going on. I didn't see anybody in any of the bedrooms, the bathroom or the kitchen or dining room. I don't think he even realized I was walking around 'cuz he was still babbling and had covered his eyes with both hands.
