This is a continuation of the story about Merna. Really need to read part 1 to know characters.
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Merna's first modeling job
I awoke very excited about my first day modeling but there was nothing in my closet that fit my image of a model. I had either conservative business attire or old knock around clothes. I decided when my finances were less tenuous I would start shopping for a wardrobe. So, I chose my standard business attire. This did not give me a sense of being a model.
At the hair salon, a very talkative stylist was waiting for me with instructions from the Bound Sisters. She really wanted to do a lot more with my hair but I was adamant that nothing more should be done than Greta's instruction.
As I walked into the Bound Sisters building, Greta and Charles greeted me.
"Are you ready for the day?" Charles asked.
"Absolutely, I am very excited," I said enthusiastically. "But anxious to find out if I can really do this."
"You will do fine," said Greta. "By the way, you can dress casually on the days you model for us. Not sure Bertha told you, but many times the client will give you an outfit as part of the deal."
"Good," I smiled. "I need to upgrade my wardrobe when I can afford it."
"The studio is in the basement," Greta said leading Charles and I to the stairs going to the basement. When she got to the bottom of the stairs, there was a door locked with a keypad that required a series of numbers to enter. "The combination is 9154. We want to keep this area secure for these sessions with no gawkers."
As we entered, I noticed no outside light but the room was very bright as Charles explained, "The Bound Sisters spent a lot of money on this studio. It is one of my favorites. We can control backdrops and lighting very easily. You will also notice the floor is a very soft rubberized surface. I have to wear kneepads in other studios. They very generously allow me to use it for my own sessions."
A very young girl came from behind a partition. She had dark hair with an average figure and was not unattractive but certainly not pretty. Charles introduced us, "Merna, this is Marsha my assistant. She will take care of you today doing touch up, dressing, and organize both of us. If you need any thing let Marsha know."
I shook Marsha's hand as Marsha said, "Nice to meet you. It will sound like I am telling you what to do today but I am really assisting you. Charles said this is new for you and I want to do everything I can to make this a successful day for you."
"So good to meet you Marsha," I said. "I have no idea what I am doing so anything you can tell me is appreciated."
"We will start with these dresses," Marsha said as pointing to a rolling rack. "The dressing room is behind this partition. I will take care of any hair or makeup needs and assist you presenting the dress. When we are ready, then I turn you over to Charles. If you need a bathroom break it is over there. There is a small refrigerator in the break room that has water and soft drinks. If we eat here make sure to use the break room. Ready?"
Greta interrupted, "I will be checking in throughout the day to see how it is going. Mainly to make certain that Charles understands what the customer wants. But if you need anything from Bertha or myself let me know. We really do care that this works for you. I will be taking you and Charles to lunch at the Summit. It will be a working lunch. One of the dresses needs a backdrop like the Summit. Mostly, have fun." The Summit was a private club down town used by business people. I had heard about it but only knew it was at the top of one of the building close to here.
"I am ready," I said to Marsha. "And thanks again Greta."
Around a wall partition was a large dressing area with mirrors everywhere, tables and very comfortable chairs and couch. "Sometimes there are delays, you can come here and relax if you wish. Some of the models nap here. You are going to be surprised how tiring it is. My first advice is stay in shape not just for looks but stamina. Ok, remove your clothes and we will get you ready."
I removed my pants suit leaving on bra and panties to Marsha frowning saying, "Oh those will never do. Most of the dresses will be worn without panties, as we do not want panty lines. Of course we could Photoshop but easier not. The bra you wear will be matched to the dress with some without bra. Does that make you uncomfortable?"
"Not at all," I said as I removed my panties and bra. Marsha then did exactly what Charles and Greta did cupping both tits in her hand, but Marsha stared at the breast.
"Ok, I know," Marsha said as opening a door with many bras and picked one out. She did not say anything but put the bra on me not really letting me help. I found it strangely erotic to have this young girl placing a bra on me. It had a lot of support underneath but was very thin and almost invisible above the areola. The strap could barely be seen, making no indention in the skin. I looked in the mirror and I thought it looked sexy.
"Can I ask you how old you are?" I asked Marsha.
"I am 21," Marsha said. "I have been Charles assistant for 2 years. Are you uncomfortable with me?"
"Oh, I find this different but pleasant," I said. "And quite the opposite. I appreciate your help."
She handed me the first dress and it seem unexceptional to me, just a simple sweater dress. I did understand the bra and lack of panties. Either of the ones I wore would have been seen.
Marsha had me sit in front of the dressing table that had great light and mirror so I could see what she was doing. She touches up my hair saying, "You have beautiful hair. Mine is thin straight with a brown color where yours is a lovely warm auburn red. I imagine the body and color are natural."
"Yes it is," I said.
Marsha then touched up my lipstick saying, "You are going to be one of my easier clients. You are ready for Charles."
"Beautiful," Charles said before he started instructed me through a series of poises. Greta came in and observed for a while, whispered something to Charles and left.
"Greta is happy with what we are doing," Charles said smiling. "We will go to lunch at 12:30."
After several dresses that morning Charles said to Marsha, "Ok time to get Merna ready for lunch."
I followed Marsha to the dressing room where I again removed all but the bra. It was clear to me that we were moving faster as I understood the routine. "Remove the bra also," Marsha instructed. "The dress you will wear to lunch has built in support. Luckily you do not really need much. Great boob job by the way."
"Thank you," I said happily. Marsha then helped me put on an evening club dress. It was red with a wide black belt with a big fake diamond horseshoe under and between my breasts. It had a gather that exposed cleavage all the way to the bottom of my breasts. The support in the dress also pushed the breasts in to maximize cleavage. It felt very secure however making me comfortable that no oops moment would occur. The buckle also pulled the dress hemline up in front causing it to be V shaped between my legs. Without the gather the dress would strike me mid thigh, which it did in back. But in front it was almost exposing my pussy.
