*Author's note: this offering of, let's be honest, great literature, is a work of fiction and fantasy, not a blueprint for real life.*
It had been three months since Carly had been fired from the police force for, basically NO REASON. Some would say, "Carly you shot a civilian, he was unarmed, even other cops think you were wrong..." He didn't DIE, good grief. She had taken a plea deal to serve only probation, but got a criminal record and was fired from the force with no severance and no pension after being put on unpaid leave. I'm only twenty-three, she thought afterwards, it's so unfair.
She moved out of her nice apartment into shared accommodation with women her age, and started looking for work. The criminal record and notoriety from the incident kept her out of any good jobs she applied to. A diner hired her as a waitress and the manager told all the staff to let her be anonymous so she could have a second chance without angry people looking for her there.
Carly felt the diner was beneath her. She especially thought her co-workers were beneath her. Bitterness at her situation made her forget she was lucky to be there. One day when the manager told her to be nicer to the other women (male employees lusted after Carly and never complained), and be a better waitress in general, Carly quit in a rage.
Quitting put Carly in a terrible position. She was even less likely to get another job. Her credit card was maxed out and delinquent and she had high-interest payday loan debt too. There was also rent, cheap as it was. She needed money soon, and more money than her next diner cheque would have paid, anyway.
One of her room-mates, Brenda, had suggested modelling to Carly early on, on account of Carly's bust. Carly had big breasts for a small frame, and men stared. They also stared at her ass, which defied her fitness regimen to remain round while standing proudly out atop gorgeous legs. She was too short to be a runway model but her figure made men act stupid around her. There WERE fitter women, but Carly was simply blessed. Brenda also noted Carly's unique look: ethnically Carly was a bit of everything. She had delightful long, thick, brown, curly hair down to her hips (she'd kept it bound up tightly behind her head on duty as a cop). She had a big, wide sexy mouth with big lips underneath a blunt nose and hazel eyes. Though not a standard beauty for any culture, Carly was very beautiful to most men. Carly had doubted the modelling idea at first, thinking it too high-profile.
Now Carly was desperate. When she spoke to Brenda about getting fired, Brenda enthusiastically announced that she had already inquired on Carly's behalf in spite of Carly's doubts. A photographer Brenda knew had made a standing offer to do a lingerie shoot. The photographer's name was Lawrence. "He's a great guy."
"How much would I get paid?" asked Carly, rubbing her thumb and fingers together comically and making a pouty face.
"Lawrence said $800 for the day, a short day"
Carly got serious. "That sounds really good, I'm kinda surprised."
"Yeah, I don't know what the usual rates are, but I want to be clear: You'll be wearing tiny lingerie, so expect to be one degree from naked. Also you'd be posing sexy, it's not for an underwear catalogue, it's for horny people. Are you worried about your reputation?" The reputation question was put semi-sarcastically.
"Hahahaha no. I like horny people, I'll do it"
Carly contacted the studio and spoke to Lawrence's assistant, Margaret. Margaret said that the job was hers on the strength of past social media photos and Brenda's assurance that Carly was just as gorgeous in person.
"What should I do to prepare?"
"We do ask that you go get waxed first. And send us your measurements. Other than that just take care of yourself, be well rested and not hung over for the shoot. We'll reimburse the waxing."
"That's so nice. But how much wax? I mean, I don't want to spend too much of your money..."
"Go nuts, the studio will pay. In fact, I'm going to ask you to go to a salon we have an account with. You can just tell them to call me and you won't have to use your card. They do massages too after the waxing, get one."
Carly went to the salon and, since she had permission to be greedy, got everything waxed. Everything. A joint smoked before the appointment took the edge off the sensations. She even had them wax the backs of her hands. She told them to wax her palms too and they looked at her, confused, until she giggled and they laughed too. If somebody is tidying up around your asshole the least you can do is make them laugh, stoned Carly thought. She usually kept a narrow landing strip of hair above her clit, but waxing zeal put an end to that. After the massage she felt renewed, more positive than since before the on-duty shooting.
The studio was in the garment district, on the top floor of a charming old warehouse/sweatshop building with big service elevators. The dirty hallway was a bit disconcerting but once through the studio entrance Carly felt comfortable in the clean waiting area with cute old leather furniture and abundant big potted plants. A middle-aged handsome man and a young woman appeared and introduced themselves as Lawrence and Margaret.
Margaret did Carly's hair and makeup within earshot of the doorbell and phone ringtone. Lawrence had explained that the shoot was for wall graphics and promotional material for a chain of sex shops. He answered the few questions Carly had and had her sign a contract and model release. Now Margaret was putting makeup on Carly's face and chest that Carly thought looked a bit peculiar. "It will work with the lighting." There was little to do with Carly's hair since her curls just were what they were but some hairspray made it extra shiny.
"Here's your wardrobe, Carly!" said Margaret after make-up, and chuckled, "don't worry I'll turn the heat up." Carly went into the appointed room to change. She got nude and checked herself in the mirror, "Yeah, I should get paid for this bod," before examining the work uniform. White g-string bottoms, silk, narrow in front, high over the hips, and composed of just one layer of thin fabric with fine seams at the edges. They fit comfortably and snugly despite a lack of spandex. The top was also white, and composed of a tight spiderweb of strings going up around the back of the neck from the front, connecting in the back below the shoulder blades and reaching down over her ribs exposing her flesh everywhere except where two triangles of silk with no lining barely supported her breasts and reached just high enough to cover her medium-size nipples. Plenty of each round breast spilled out either side of the silk cups. A short white silk robe made the ensemble somewhat decent if she closed it but the most fun element to Carly was a pair of white thigh high boots that were made of tight spandex above the ankle and sported medium-thick, 6 inch heels on the PVC shoe element.
