A flattering opportunity

Some girls talk about that they want to be taller or shorter, thinner or more voluptous, have bigger breasts or smaller waists. Well, I guess I some times complain too, but not today. Maybe it’s because someone called Jeannie wrote to me on Facebook. I could see that this Jeannie is a friend of one of the girls I went to primary school with some years back.

Jeannie wrote that she had seen my picture on Facebook and was wondering whether I would be interested in doing some photo shoots for a fashion catalogue where she is working.

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I was so flattered by the email that I immediately answered yes and before I had thought too much about it, I had already agreed on the time and place with Jeannie. I live in Berlin and Jeannie wanted me to take the regional train south towards Mittenwalde, then someone would pick me up at the station.

That evening, I looked in the mirror after I had been in the shower. I really liked what I saw. Me, a model! It was such a confidence booster. I flicked through some catalogues that night and realized that most of the models in this particular catalogue were advertising underwear. Only then did I think of the fact that Jeannie might also expect me to prance around in my underwear. The thought put a rush through my tummy. All that attention on me.

That night I couldn’t keep my hands away from myself.

The next day after work, I took the train and couldn’t sit still. I was so nervous and excited at the same time. I couldn’t believe I was doing something like this.

When I arrived at the station, a man recognized me and took me to his car in the parking lot. We drove for about 20 minutes without talking much, until we came to a small modernized farm. I got out of the car and the driver pointed towards the front door. I knocked on the door and Jeannie opened the door.

“Dina, there you are! So good to meet you!” Jeannie said and invited me inside. “This is Yrsa, she will do your make-up”.

I want with Yrsa to the make-up studio where there was a table in front of a mirror as well as a shower cabin. “Go ahead and take a quick shower so your skin can be ready for the make-up” Yrsa instructed me. “Dina, right?” she asked. I nodded. “OK Dina, use some of this cleansing cream, but just don’t use too much, it’s quite expensive”. I nodded again.

Once I was done in the shower, I came out to find Yrsa still waiting for me. She handed me a towel and I dried myself a bit. “Where are my clothes?” I blurted out, when I saw my clothes were no longer where I left it. “I put that in a bag for you. You’re going to wear the clothes for the photo shoot next, right after we’re done with the make-up” Yrsa explained. “Please have a sit over there in front of the mirror”.

I sat down and she did my make-up. She was really fast and was done with my face quite quickly. She then continued on to put primer and concealer on my neck, my arms, she continued over my breasts, my tummy and the rest of my body. When she got to my … well … crotch area, I twitched. “Don’t move” she just said and continued, till my entire body had make-up on it. “You have the bikini line handled I guess” I said with a nervous laughter. I guess this was going to be an underwear shoot after all, considering how thorough she was being.

image“OK, here’s your clothes for the first session” she said. It was certainly not what I expected. It was a blue shirt, a denim jacket and some purple stretch pants of some sort. “Sure” I just said and put it on. After putting them on, I looked in the mirror and thought I looked really good, despite the casual outfit. I thought to myself that they would do the underwear shots later on, otherwise it wouldn’t have made sense to fix up my bikini line so thoroughly.

When I came out from the bathroom, everyone else was ready, just waiting for me. I got a bit embarrassed for keeping them all waiting. There were a photographer, an assistant and of course Jeannie, who greeted me as I came out. “Whoa, Dina, you look great. You’re the best looking girl in all of Mittenwalde right now, do you know that?” she laughed. I smiled, flattered about the compliment.

“And don’t worry about the cost for the make-up and the cream.” Jeannie assured me “We’ll take it out of your pay and you won’t notice it at all”.

Whoa – right at that moment I realized that I hadn’t really discussed anything about payment with her. I was happy that she had at least thought of that and I did feel reassured after she mentioned the pay, although paying for my own make-up was not really something I felt was fair. Anyway, this was probably not a good time to discuss it, so I ended up keeping quiet and just nodding along.

“Go to the balcony, we need to view in your background.” Jeannie instructed me. I went to the balcony and turned towards the camera. I noticed Jeannie sat down and stared on her phone, probably on Facebook. Meanwhile, the photographer gave me some pointers.

“Put your hair out over the jacket.”

“Make a pout with your mouth.”

“These are low-rise pants, please adjust them”.

I tried to adjust them and he kept saying “Good, a little lower.” “Good, a little lower, though”.

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“Now let’s try without the jacket.” he said and his assistant came out to fetch my jacket. I looked behind me briefly and saw the wonderful view from the balcony. It was quite a nice setting.

“Please adjust her pants a little” the photographer said to his assistant. He carefully adjusted my pants till they were pretty much as low as they could be.

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It felt as if my pants were almost falling down, but I looked down and could see the tight pants were held in place. The photographer told me to turn to the side, lift my left arm, hold up my cheek and lots of other small instructions.

“OK, let’s take 5 minutes” the photographer said.

That got the attention of Jeannie who looked up from her phone. “Ahh, coffee break – and picture time!” she said and invited me over “Dina, come over here and look at some of the pictures”.

When I looked at the pictures I liked them very much, but some of the pictures near the end caught my attention. My pubic hair was visible on several of the pictures!

I had to comment on it, but I didn’t want to seem unprofessional.

“Whoa … we can’t use those, can we?” I asked and pointed to one of the pictures where my pubic hair was visible.

“Sure we can, those are low-riders, they need to be worn quite low” Jeannie explained. “Yes, but my … my … pubic hair” I finally said and pointed to it.

“If you have a problem with pubic hair, then why didn’t you shave it off before?” Jeannie asked. A fair question, now that I thought about it. There was really nothing wrong with that picture, except my pubic hair was visible. I was embarrassed that I hadn’t thought of that earlier. I messed up the photoshoot.

“In the next round, your shirt will be lifted up” Jeannie then said. I didn’t know what to make of it at first. “Lifted up … like …” I gestured my shirt being lifted up so my breasts would be visible. “Sure, breasts are completely normal in the world of fashion” Jeannie said and referred to a pile of pictures of fashion shows. Sure enough, many of them had transparent tops or lose fitting clothes, allowing people to see their breasts.

“Oh” I said. “But … can we do some more where I keep my shirt on instead?” I asked. “No, this is how the photoshoot is planned. Of course, if you want to, you can abort the photoshoot. That’s your right. You just have to cover the expenses, of course, it’s not free to have a camera team here”.

“Right, but I guess it’s pretty normal to show your breasts in fashion” I said, almost parroting what Jeannie had said. I guess I was convincing myself of finding it normal. I just couldn’t deal with having to abort the photoshoot in the middle of it.

“Ready again. Dina to the set!” The photographer yelled and the assistant came to fetch me. They put me in exactly the same situation, but this time the assistant lifted up my shirt a little.

I put my arms across, probably a natural reaction because I wasn’t really comfortable in this situation.

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Fortunately it was over pretty soon and I could put my clothes back on. “That’s it?” I asked Jeannie. “It?” she asked “We have 3 more scenes left” she laughed “so don’t get comfortable. You’re on again in 5”

Jeannie was having a gin and tonic from a red cup and she offered me one. “It’ll do you good” she said. “Sure” I said and she handed me one. It was kind of strong, but still good. I was also a little thirsty, so that helped. “You’re up” Jeannie said, “Finish your drink”. I gulped up the rest of the drink, which gave a rush through my body, then I followed Jeannie to the next scene.

I was supposed to sit on a couch in this scene. Once it started, I moved around as the photographer instructed me and anded up sitting on my knees with my butt in the air. “Please adjust her pants” he instructed his assistant and the assistant came to the couch and slowly started to pull my pants down to the position where they were before – but this time he continued. “Wait!” I said when my whole butt was out. “Jeannie, can I just talk to you” I asked with my butt still in the air.

Jeannie came to me. “What? Not while we’re shooting!” she said. “No, but I’m really not comfortable with this. Is he going to take my pants all the way off or what?”

“No!” Jeannie said. “Just a little more down. Your butt will be seen, but only in the same way that it would be on the beach.”

“But … in the beach I wear a swimsuit” I said. Jeannie smiled back at me. “Do you have a g-string bikini bottom at home?” I nodded. “Then this is going to be the same!” she explained “The g-string also reveals your butt cheeks, and you can almost not see the string anyway since it’s hidden in your butt crack. Well, this is going to be the same, what you can’t see with a bikini g-string, you still can’t see when you’re NOT wearing it”.

I could picture it – I had seen pictures of myself in a g-string and the only hint from behind that I was wearing it, was the lining above. On my butt it was completely invisible. “Are you sure?” I asked her. Jeannie nodded “Yes, don’t worry, it’ll be just like a g-string – but now we really have to continue, people are waiting”

I nodded and Jeannie left. The assistant came back and started pulling my pants down again. I didn’t stop him this time, even though he pulled my pants all the way down to the middle of my thighs. I remembered what Jeannie had said.

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While I felt very exposed, it was also very hot to think of all these people looking at me while I model for them. I never really thought of myself as that beautiful. That felt really great. I was almost feeling high and I could also feel I was getting really wet down there. I hoped they didn’t notice, but the more horny I got, the less I cared whether they noticed. It just made me hornier to think of it.

The assistant came back and helped me adjust my pose. He was very thorough in changing the position of my legs and ass. He put my legs a little further apart and in this position I couldn’t help but wonder what exactly the camera saw. I reminded myself of the g-string and also didn’t want to break up the photoshoot again.

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“Good, stay just like that” the photographer said “we’re almost done with this scene. Arch a little more” he said.

“Lunch time!” he said and everyone quickly left the room, except me and the assistant. “Nervous?” he asked. I laughed nervously “Yes, a little, I’ve never done this before”. He smiled. “

“Let me help you. Just stay there.” He grabbed me ass and let his own pants ´fall to the ground. I think the reason I didn’t do anything was a combination of nervousness, being a bit tipsy, being accustomed to take instructions and, not least, that I was very horny. Before I could keep track of all of those emotions, he was pushing his penis into me.

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I was so wet and so ready for it. I tried not to make any sounds because I figured the rest of the people were in the next room, but even so I couldn’t help but let out a gasp when he filled me up.

I fucked me and it was a heavenly feeling. It really did help me against my nervousness, I didn’t think of that at all now.

I looked back at him and I noticed what I should have probably known from a camera guy’s assistant – that he was holding a little handheld camera and filming it.

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At that point I didn’t care, I just didn’t want him to stop fucking me, it felt so good. “Fuck me” I whispered. “Still nervous?” he asked and I shook my head and smiled. “Good” he said. He fucked me a bit more but then, just when it was getting really good, he stopped! He pulled out and put his pants back on and left. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t catch my breath, I was still just lying there without my pants, horny as hell.

The camera team came back in and found me bottomless on the couch. “How was your break?” Jeannie asked. I just nodded, still out of breath. “The next scene is a sex scene” Jeannie said and it seemed she was ready for a reaction from me that didn’t come. I just nodded. “Uhm, so you’re ready for that?” I nodded again. I just needed a cock right now to fill me up.

“OK, I guess we’re good to go!” Jeannie said to the rest of the team. The photographer snapped a few pictures while the assistant took off what little clothes I had left. Then he finally continued what he had started and put his cock back where it belongs.

Out of some sort of weird sense of modesty, I held my hands up in front of my breasts while he was fucking me.

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Before I couldn’t make a sound, but now that everyone was here, I let lose and the sounds made me even more horny. I felt like being on a high rollercoaster, first on top, then when coming down I felt the rush in my stomach, but instead of reaching the bottom, it just kept going further and further, further down, the feeling of pleasure exploded in me, spreading out to me legs and toes and up to my breasts. “Hhhhghggmmmm” I tried but couldn’t hide that I had orgasmed.

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The camera team took a break, but I hardly noticed it because I was lying on the couch, exhausted after the orgasm.

“Need a drink?” Jeannie asked and handed me another red cup. “Thanks” I said and drank the gin and tonic. A little too fast, maybe, because I was thirsty again and probably should have found some water instead.

“Great job today” Jeannie said. “After deducting the expenses, you now have $120 in your account. Well done.”

“My account?”

“Oh yes” Jeannie said “You’ll have an account with us here, so you always know how much money you have coming to you”.

“Oh”. So they kept it in some kind of account for me. “Can I get it in cash instead, maybe?” I asked. “Oh if you want to cash out there is a little $10 fee, so I recommend keeping it in your account until you have a little more” she said.

I would really rather want it in cash, so I didn’t care that much about the fee. “That’s OK, I’d like to cash out”.

“Fine, that’s your choice. We don’t have the cash now, but how it works is that before a photoshoot you have to let us know that you want to cash out after the photoshoot, then we can have it ready for you” Jeannie explained.

“Oh … but if I don’t want another photoshoot, then what?” I asked.

“Don’t worry, we’ll hold on to your money until you cash out. We only cash out while doing a photoshoot, so be sure to remember to tell us to cash out before you do your last photoshoot. It’s too late when you’re already doing the photoshoot” Jeannie explained “That’s just how we do it”.

I couldn’t argue against that, unfair but inpenetrable, logic. At this point I honestly didn’t know if I were going to just let them keep the money or whether I wanted to do another photoshoot. I would have to think about this.

Dear reader, help me out, who is the model in these pictures?

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