Ann called Tyrone as soon as she got back to her apartment. "Tyrone, I think there must be some mistake, I only got paid $300 for all the work I did today."
"No mistake Ann," said Tyrone. "You're not a $1000 an hour model yet. You've got to build up a resume. You'll get some extra money when your seasonal pictures get published, but that could take months."
"But it wasn't enough to cover my rent."
"Look if you need money, we can do a nude layout. I'll get you the money right away.
"No thanks," said Ann, hanging up.
The phone rang almost immediately. It was her mother. "I'm so proud of my little girl. I knew you had what it takes to make it in the city the moment I saw you on stage at the pageant. How did your first shoot go? I can't wait to see some pictures of you."
Ann managed to get a few words in before hanging up an hour later. She called Tyrone back immediately. "Tyrone, this is Ann again. What exactly would a nude layout entail?"
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Ann came in early again the next day. The same blonde girl, Suzie, did her hair and make up. Which wasn't hard as they were doing a beach scene and Ann's hair was supposed to be wet and dripping like she had just emerged from the water.
She put on a tiny white g-string bikini in the dressing room and then walked over to an enclosed shower. She showered in the bikini, fretting when she clearly saw her nipples through the thin material, but remembering she would be taking it off anyway.
Ann was still dripping when she walked over to the painted beach scene. "Ann were going to take some pictures of you in the bikini first and then your going to take off your top and spring up like you just lost it in a wave. Let me get some shots off your breasts and then cover them with your arms like you've just realized what happened. Understand?"
Ann nodded and posed in the bikini for some shots. "Now take your top off," said Latrell.
"Wait, before I do it, I'd like to know how much I'm getting for this."
Tyrone had been watching from the corner of the room smoking a cigar. He stepped forward and said, "This job pays $500."
"That's it," she said. She had been starting to untie her top, but quit when he told her how much.
"That's it," he said puffing away on the cigar. "Nudes aren't worth that much unless we bring in a male model. Then it would be $1200."
$1200, that would pay off her rent and a good part of her credit card. "I can't do that, my parents would die if they saw me nude with a man."
"Your in luck. The magazine this is for is only distributed on the East coast," said Tyrone.
"I'm confused. What exactly would these pictures be selling if I'm not wearing clothes?"
"Magazines of course," said Tyrone.
"What kind of magazines?"
"We call them pornos," said Tyrone.
'My god,' she thought. 'I almost just posed nude for a porno rag.' "I'm sorry, I can't do this," said Ann heading towards the dressing room to get her clothes.
"The choice is yours Ann, but there's not much else you can do in this city to earn $1200 for one days work," Tyrone called after her.
Ann had almost made it to the dressing room when a hand grabbed her shoulder. "Ann wait," said Latrell spinning her around. "I think you should reconsider."
"I can't do it Latrell. I'm a decent, moral women. Those magazines exploit women."
"Ann, look, I know you need the money and you don't have to worry about these pictures getting out West to your parents.
"I can't Latrell," she said sobbing as tears welled up in her eyes.
"All you have to do is some suggestive poses with a male model. You don't have to actually have sex with him, just pose."
"I can't do it," she said suddenly feeling guilty. Latrell had discovered her after all and gotten her a job.
