One Day’s Work

Bethany Taylor couldn’t believe her luck. The eighteen-year-old had been wanting to break into modeling and even decided to forego college to pursue her dream. She naively thought it would be a slam dunk for her – a 5’4” natural blonde, lithe but with perky C-cups and a cute ass. Instead, despite contacting every modelling agency she could find there had been no interest. Until now.

A modeling agency responded to one of Bethany’s emailed headshots with an amazing offer. $5,000 for one day of work. The email said she would be doing a “tasteful bikini shoot” and was offering not only to pay Bethany, but to fly her first class to Los Angeles and put her up in a hotel. Bethany jumped at the chance and was on her way to the studio in a heartbeat.

She first thought something might be up when the taxi dropped her off at the studio. Bethany was expecting a glamorous agency high-rise; instead, she was left at a dingy warehouse seemingly on the outskirts of town. Undeterred, she rang the buzzer at the front door and waited. The door swung open and a middle-aged woman with a headset and clipboard waved Bethany in without saying a word. The door close behind her, and in her excitement Bethany didn’t notice the sound of a lock.

The woman led her into a sparsely appointed office – really just a desk with a laptop and a chair for Bethany – and sat down, taking off her headset.

“Okay, so you’re Bethany Taylor? Great, thanks for coming down. This will be the easiest five grand you ever make. And who knows, maybe it will lead to more work for you. I’m Rose,” the woman added. The spoke quickly, keeping her eyes on her laptop. She slid a stack of paperwork to Bethany and a pen. “Just have some forms for you to sign, very standard. Can’t start til you sign and we’re on a tight schedule, so if you could hurry.” Bethany grabbed the papers and, without reading them, signed everywhere she was told. Rose didn’t look at her once, and just grabbed the papers back once they were signed.

“Great, let’s go.” And then they were off, Rose leading Bethany through another door and out into the warehouse. The space was expansive, and cold. Looking around, Bethany noticed a lot of equipment but more than that she and Rose were the only women. There were over a dozen men milling around – photographers and assistants, she assumed. Rose tapped Bethany on the shoulder and handed her a plastic hanger with a skimpy bikini on it.

“You’re shaved, right?” Bethany stammered that she was. Rose gave her a small smile. “Good – get this on.” Bethany looked around.

“Where?” she said meekly. Rose looked at her, annoyed.

“Here. Come on, we’re all professionals.” With that, Rose’s headset squawked and she hurried away, leaving Bethany in a room of strange men to get undressed.

“I can do this,” Bethany thought to herself, setting down her bag. The men didn’t seem to notice her, so she quickly disrobed and got into the bikini. It was even more revealing than Bethany first realized – the top was too small for her and made her breasts bulge out lewdly on the sides, and the bottom was a thong. Once she had it on, a man in a headset waved her over to what she assumed was the set. It was just a white backdrop under some photography lights.

“Hi, ok, I’m Jim. Let’s get you on your knees, spread out, and cup your tits, look at the camera. Great.” He was speaking so quickly, Bethany barely had time to process what was happening. But she did as she was told and took the position, kneeling in front of the man and holding her breasts in her hands. Bright lights started flashing and Bethany felt practically blinded. “Tighter,” Jim barked. “Really grab them. And spread your legs more. Good, look at the camera. Look sexy.” Bethany tried to follow his instructions as the lights continued to flash. Suddenly, two men appeared in front of her. It took Bethany a moment to realize they were naked and were stroking themselves in her direction. She stumbled back, away from the men and screamed.

“Ok, cut, what the fuck is the problem here?” Jim shouted from beyond the lights. He charged up to Bethany. “What are you doing?!” he demanded.

“There’s-they’re-what are they doing?” she stammered. The two masturbating men had not ceased their stroking. Jim glared at her.

“Look, you signed the release. This is a facial shoot. All you have to do is kneel there, look pretty, and get paid. You wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t signed the contract, and if you want to back out now, fine, but you’re going to owe the studio for the flight, the hotel, and the $5k.” Bethany stared at him. There was no way she could pay back all that money. “This is for a private collection for some rich guy, no one is ever going to see this but him. You want to be a model, right? This is how everyone starts. You’re not special. So are we doing this?” Bethany nodded, numb. Jim said nothing and stalked back beyond the lights. “Let’s go!” he shouted, and the men advanced on Bethany.

She tried not to shake as she resumed her kneeling pose. The two men loomed over her, pumping their hard cocks and leering at her. They looked huge – either because of her situation or because they really were, she couldn’t be sure.