Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
A beautiful, well-kept woman handed me a business card during an outing at the mall. She said she was a modeling scout and that I had the look everyone was searching for. Of course, I was flattered, but she probably had said the same thing to a dozen other girls that day alone. I thanked her and tried to walk past, but she grabbed my elbow and looked into my eyes.
“Please, just call the number and set up a test shoot.” There was a desperation in her voice that I didn’t understand until she said, “I don’t get paid unless girls show up for the test shoot, and I haven’t had any luck. Please, you don’t have to do more than let them take a few photos and see if they offer you a contract.”
Modeling Isn’t So Hard
After shaking her off, I felt a guilt weighing in my belly. She was so hard-pressed she’d resorted to begging a pretty stranger. The least I could do was waste a few hours to ease her struggle. If roles were reversed, I’d hope someone would do the same for me.
I called the number, and a male voice answered. He was curt and surly but gave me an appointment time in two hours. I was not given much time to get ready, but I figured it was best to get it out of the way so I could stop giving it thought. He mumbled an address I hoped I jotted down correctly and hung up on me. After looking up the address, I showered and dressed in a simple pink dress that flattered my figure and headed into the unknown.
When I got to the address, it was a suit in a strip mall in the shady part of town. I pushed the door open and looked around; headshots of pretty women were taped to the wall. A man about my height with a potbelly came out to greet me, and he sucked his teeth while looking me up and down.
“Finally, a good one.” He rubbed his hands together and told me to follow him into the room he came out of. I saw a plain white backdrop and a few cameras on tripods facing the brightly lit canvas as I entered the room. “Take that dress off and stand on the x.”
Not what I thought This Was
“My dress?” I was horrified. I couldn’t undress in front of his stranger. He looked me up and down while adjusting his obvious erection.
“This is porn, sweetheart, not a cosmo. If you want to get paid, you better do as I say.” I shook my head and covered my chest with my arms.
“This was a mistake. I thought it was a modeling gig.” He leered at me and licked his lips.
“You’ll make me a lot of money with those chocolate fuck me eyes. I’ll double what I normally pay.”
“No,” I repeated, but he grabbed me with a bruising hand and pulled me against him.
“Play nice, or I’ll photoshop your pretty face into every filthy porn I’ve produced.” His threat sent shivers of ice down my spine, and I knew he wasn’t bluffing. I moved toward the white backdrop and slowly pulled my dress over my head. “That’s it. Wouldn’t want anyone to find out about this now would you?”
Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413