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| - | + | “O… okay,” you stutter. | |
| - | + | Gina Rhodes waits patiently, finger to chin. The others in the room all look like fashion types, berets, scarves and tinted glasses, a balding cameraman in a turtle neck with several cameras hanging from his neck for different shots. | |
| - | + | You take your tank top off and drop your short shorts to the floor. You step out of them and stand in your bra and thong, assuming a model-ish pose. | |
| - | + | “Ahem,” Gina Rhodes says, motioning for you to remove ALL of your clothes. | |
| - | + | You hesitate for a moment, looking around the room again. ''These guys are most likely gay, anyway,'' you think to yourself as your reach around and undo your bra. Then you slide your thong off and step out of it as quickly as possible to get this all over with. You instinctively cover yourself with your arms, feeling awkward and a bit chilled. ''Was it this cold when I walked in?'' Goosebumps rise up on your flesh and your nipples could cut glass. | |
| - | + | “Please relax so we can have a look at you,” Gina intones. You fight the awkward feelings off and resume posing, feeling very vulnerable as the eyes in the room roam your naked body up and down. | |
| - | + | “What do you think, gentlemen?” Gina asks. | |
| - | + | “She’s a little bustier than most our models, don’t you think?” asks one of the men. You do notice as you’re looking around that you that your 34C’s are the biggest in the room, at least as far as you can tell with everyone else having their clothes on. | |
| - | + | Gina steps closer to you, tapping her teeth with the nail on her index finger as she examines you. “Yes, she is, but I don’t think that will pose a problem.” | |
| - | + | “Well okay, let’s see her with some of the other models,” comes another voice from the beret crowd. | |
| - | + | “Great idea, but who shall we get to pose her with her?” Gina asks rhetorically as she scans the other prospective models. You’re not quite sure what she’s implying, but you think you know where’s she’s going with this. You’re uncomfortable enough as it posing naked all by yourself, but to have another person right next to you… you think you might start having a panic attack. | |
| + | Who does Gina put up to join you? | ||
*[[Janice, a raven haired beauty and prospective model.]] | *[[Janice, a raven haired beauty and prospective model.]] | ||
*[[Eduardo, one of Gina’s male models present in the room.]] | *[[Eduardo, one of Gina’s male models present in the room.]] | ||
| - | *[[Who cares | + | *[[Who cares? Give me a brown paper bag. I’m outta here!]] |
| + | [[Category: A Job]] | ||
Current revision as of 20:52, 18 July 2008
“O… okay,” you stutter.
Gina Rhodes waits patiently, finger to chin. The others in the room all look like fashion types, berets, scarves and tinted glasses, a balding cameraman in a turtle neck with several cameras hanging from his neck for different shots.
You take your tank top off and drop your short shorts to the floor. You step out of them and stand in your bra and thong, assuming a model-ish pose.
“Ahem,” Gina Rhodes says, motioning for you to remove ALL of your clothes.
You hesitate for a moment, looking around the room again. These guys are most likely gay, anyway, you think to yourself as your reach around and undo your bra. Then you slide your thong off and step out of it as quickly as possible to get this all over with. You instinctively cover yourself with your arms, feeling awkward and a bit chilled. Was it this cold when I walked in? Goosebumps rise up on your flesh and your nipples could cut glass.
“Please relax so we can have a look at you,” Gina intones. You fight the awkward feelings off and resume posing, feeling very vulnerable as the eyes in the room roam your naked body up and down.
“What do you think, gentlemen?” Gina asks.
“She’s a little bustier than most our models, don’t you think?” asks one of the men. You do notice as you’re looking around that you that your 34C’s are the biggest in the room, at least as far as you can tell with everyone else having their clothes on.
Gina steps closer to you, tapping her teeth with the nail on her index finger as she examines you. “Yes, she is, but I don’t think that will pose a problem.”
“Well okay, let’s see her with some of the other models,” comes another voice from the beret crowd.
“Great idea, but who shall we get to pose her with her?” Gina asks rhetorically as she scans the other prospective models. You’re not quite sure what she’s implying, but you think you know where’s she’s going with this. You’re uncomfortable enough as it posing naked all by yourself, but to have another person right next to you… you think you might start having a panic attack.
Who does Gina put up to join you?
