Cindy took a deep breath. She was about to walk into a room of strangers wearing just a thong and high heels. Just three months before she had only been naked for one boy...her mind raced through how much had changed so quickly.
Cindy had left her home in Wisconsin in May, only 2 months after her eighteenth birthday. She was sad to leave her the only real boyfriend she had had, but she was focussed on her dream of becoming a reporter and knew NYC was where she could make it big. She had received top marks for English all through school, and had been the head reporter and editor of her high school paper.
When Cindy arrived, quickly discovered that her high school degree meant little and she would have to start at the bottom to work her way up. She worked as an intern at a small company that sold advertising on blogs, but she quickly found that the stipend she was paid was not nearly enough to get by. He parents had paid for her share of the rent for through the summer (she shared an apartment with three other girls), but food, transportation...everything was so expensive her in the city.
Cindy knew she was a pretty girl, so she thought perhaps she could do a little modeling to help pay some bills. Scandinavian by descent, Cindy had milky smooth white skin, large breasts, a firm young bottom, and her blonde hair naturally caught guys' attention. She was often compared to a young Carrie Underwood.
Cindy tried a couple of modeling jobs she found on Craigslist. The first went all right. A man in his early forties wanted to take pictured of her feet. Cindy thought this was rater strange, but he told her she had perfect little feet. As she lay back on the couch, lifted her legs and wiggled her toes for the camera, she could see that just looking at her feet was making him hard, but he was a gentleman throughout. The $60 he paid her ($10 more than promised) was much needed to get food for the week.
The second job as not as easy. The ad had said the modeling it would be for bathing suits. When Cindy arrived at the apartment she met a boy who was in his early twenties. Somehow she felt more uncomfortable with a guy much closer to her age paying for her to pose for him, and when he told her to just strip down and pose in her lingerie, she balked. When the boy promised to pay her twice the $50 that was advertised, she decided that her panties were not much more revealing than a bathing suit, and after taking the money, she took off her jeans and t shirt, and stood before him in her beige bra and pink panties. She saw in the mirror that her panties were rather small, and she pulled them to better cover an ass cheek that was almost completely exposed, then decided there was not much use.
The boy told her to pose in sexual ways, similar to Sports Illustrated Swimsuit edition. She had to push her breasts together to accentuate her ample cleavage, give a pouting come hither look. The boy told her he wanted some good shots of her ass and told her to bend over the table. Cindy felt very exposed as she followed his instructions, but the boy wanted more. He walked over and pushed her back down, then patted her ass, direction her to raise it even higher. She felt the material of her panties pulling against her, and wondered just what she was exposing as he took picture after picture. She felt very uncomfortable, but also a little aroused as he kneeled just behind her, taking a close up of her ass that she was pushing out for him.
Suddenly he stopped and told her she better get dressed before his parents got back. He thanked her for coming and asked her to come again in a few days. Cindy pulled on her clothes with some urgency. When she got out to the lobby of the apartment, she felt like the people entering must all know what she had been doing. She still felt naked. On the bus back to her place she asked if she should even consider another modeling gig, even though she was grateful to have some cash.
The next morning, Cindy slept in late behind the curtains of her makeshift 'room' in the apartment she shared. She heard her roommates leave for their jobs and reminded herself she needed to find a proper one.
Cindy forced herself to get out of bed, then took her old laptop out on the kitchen table and began searching the ads. Every one seemed to want a college degree or to pay the minimum. She cursed quietly to herself, and switched to Craigslist, taking another look at the modeling gigs that were offered. Many offered only pictures for compensation, others were clearly just covers for guys wanting sex. She stopped on one ad that made it clear what he wanted. He was looking for a college girl, 18-21 who would pose naked for him. No sex. Cindy thought to herself that she had done nearly the same for the boy yesterday, but this ad promised $200 just for posing. Still, she couldn't possibly pose completely nude, could she?
Cindy felt a little aroused again, and also a little dirty. She decided to take a shower and clear her mind, and walked a few feet to the bathroom, closing the door. Cindy felt refreshed by the shower and was determined to find a proper job, but when she opened the bathroom door she saw Barry, the boyfriend of one of her roommates at the kitchen table looking at her computer.
"Hey Cindy" Barry said eyeing her up and down.
