It was just like any other day at work, at least until he came into the store. I watched him walk in and scope out the customers and my co-workers until finally his eyes met mine and he smiled. He was extremely attractive but something about the way he smiled at me creeped me out and thrilled me at the same time. Then he was walking towards me.
"Hi can I help you find something?"
He snickered and said "Yes you can doll. I'm looking for models for a photoshoot I'm doing. You're perfect, this could be your big break."
I couldn't believe what was happening. He wanted me for a photoshoot? Being only 5'1 I never thought I could be a model. Real models were always so much taller than me. And most models certainly didn't have size 36DD breasts and a curvy waist.
"Umm, sure... what would I have to do?"
He gave me another award winning smile and said, "Don't worry about a thing darling, just come to my studio tomorrow around 9pm." He handed me his business card and said, "Here's the address. See you tomorrow love."
The next day I spent all day pampering myself. I wanted to make sure I was completely shaved and waxed because I still had no idea what I was going to be required to wear. Finally I was satisfied - I looked damn good.
I arrived at the studio around 9pm like he said. The street was quiet and completely empty. I wondered again what the photoshoot was for and what I'd be doing. I rang the buzzer and the door clicked open. I walked inside and felt a rush of nervousness. He was standing next to his camera. I had a few moments of self doubt, but when he smiled at me, all that went away. I saw in his eyes that he had big plans for me. Fame and fortune flashed into my mind; I definitly didn't mind what I saw.
"You look gorgeous, absolutely perfect," he said in that way that was slightly unsettling but charming.
I finally relaxed and took in my surroundings. The camera was facing a white backdrop. I turned around to get a better look and noticed there was a velvet couch in front of it. There was something protruding from one of the cushions and while I was trying to figure out what it was, I felt him come up behind me and stroke my hair, then he placed his hands on my shoulders and turned me around to face him.
I bit my lip and stuttered, "Wha... Did you want me to change or should I just wear this?"
I was dressed to kill in black stilettos, a mini skirt, and a tight-fitting lacy tank top. I don't know why but I even made sure I put on my best matching lace bra and thong. They were black with pink bows accenting them. It seemed like a good idea at the time but now it felt silly with him staring me down.
He stepped closer to me and almost whispered in a calm, determined voice, "Actually love, just go ahead and take your clothes off. This is a lingerie shoot."
Without thinking twice I took off my tanktop, then unzipped my skirt and bent down to step out of it. I was about to take off my shoes but he stopped me and told me to leave them on. I stood there awkwardly while he eyed me up and down.
