"Ok, honey, I'm heading to my appointment. I'll be back soon."
Sarah felt a nervous flutter in her stomach. She'd always been told she could be a model, but now she was about to go to her first test shoot with an agent. It all started the previous week when she and her husband Dan were walking downtown and someone gave her a flier for the agency. She laughed and was about to toss it like usual, but Dan gave her so much encouragement she held onto it, just for fun. The next day, there it was on the table and she was about to throw it away; after all, fun was fun, but she just didn't feel like the modeling type. Dan walked by, though, and gave her a surprise: he had already set up an appointment for her. He knew she'd be too shy to do it herself, but he knew she would be great if she gave it a try. His faith in her was just the push she needed, and she decided she would go.
"Good luck sweety! Have fun," he called. "But not too much fun!" he added, jokingly.
She laughed and kissed him goodbye. Surely it wouldn't be too much fun; she was certain they would be all business at a professional modeling agency.
Sarah drove to the address on the flier, trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach. She wasn't sure what to wear, so she'd just done her makeup and put on a cute dress like she was getting ready for a date. When she got there she almost turned around; the place was nothing but a gray door in a concrete wall on one end of a strip mall. But no, she'd come all the way out here, and she was going through with it! She opened the door and found a mostly empty studio with some lights, a few chairs, and a sofa against one wall. A long-haired man was working on some lights in the corner.
"Hey, you must be Sarah," he said, looking up. "I'm Ted. You're a few minutes early. Have some coffee there if you want, make yourself comfortable."
"Thanks."
Sarah was too nervous for coffee. She wandered over to the sofa and sat down while Ted finished adjusting the lights. He came over and gave her a long look. She tried not to squirm, and looked right back at him. He was the kind of guy she might have been interested in, when she was young and wild; not now that she was a respectably married woman! The way he looked her over, though, eyes moving right down her body from head to toe, almost made her blush. She smoothed her dress over her lap, now kind of wishing it reached a bit farther; it was barely mid-thigh with her legs crossed.
"So it's your first time modeling?" he asked. She just nodded. "Don't worry, you'll do fine. You've got a great face. Let's take a few shots to get started. Why don't you stand here?"
She stood under the lights and posed as he took pictures. Facing forward, looking over her shoulder. She was getting more comfortable as they worked, having fun responding to the instructions he gave. Occasionally he would use his hands to guide her into the pose he wanted, a little push from his palm on the small of her back, a finger lifting her chin. He adjusted her position with fingertips on her hips and she found herself getting a little turned on.
"Everything ok so far?" he asked. "Are you comfortable?"
