Modeling Money- Part 1

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Getting off the train, I checked my phone again to make sure that I was in the right place. I was about an hour north of the city, and the air was crisp with the first hints of real spring in the air. We’d had our false spring already, but the flowers were now announcing that it was time to leave winter behind, and I had to get started as well.

I was a model. Well, I guess you could say I was an aspiring model, but really, what was the difference? Real models weren’t booked every single day of the year, so if they and I were both in between jobs, then that made us equal. Well, almost equal- they had full portfolios to take to castings, and I did not.

That’s what brought me up here- I was meeting with a photographer to do a day full of photo shoots. He had a studio set up at his estate, and models could hire him to take photos just for their books. I’d seen his work in magazines before, and I knew that he would be perfect for me. I’d saved up money, and there was an envelope of cash in my backpack ready to give to him.

Heading out of the train station, I decided to walk the one mile to his house through the small town that looked just like the set of Gilmore Girls. There were cute restaurants and a bookstore, and there were no neon signs or giant parking lots in front of megastores. The town faded into houses in a few blocks, and as I turned the corner following the map on my phone, I saw an almost empty street with a gated driveway at the end. Heading that way, I pressed the intercom button on the gate, and I released the breath that I didn’t realize that I’d been holding as a person, a real person, answered.

“Hey Ryan, come on in. There’s a garage on the right side of the house, and the side door right by my car is open. We can start inside.”

As the gate opened, I headed down a tan gravel driveway that just sounded expensive to walk on towards his beautiful house. Mansion? Estate?

It was an old Colonial, two floors with dormer windows that looked out on the manicured garden. There was honest to goodness ivy on the left side of the house, and in the garage, I walked past a car more expensive than my apartment to head inside.

“I’m in the kitchen!”

Following the sound of his voice, I found Craig Hollis standing there with two cups of lemonade and a tray of fruit in front of him on the counter. His hair was mostly gray, and his button-down linen shirt looked so casual and secretly expensive. He had a five o’clock shadow at around noon, and an easy smile that showed off his impossibly white teeth. He was gorgeous in a way that took my breath away.

A little awestruck, I tried to act normal, snacking and sipping with him as he laid out the concepts for the four shoots that we would do today. There would be two shoots in front of backdrops where I would do some basic poses, a shoot in his living room for some dynamic shots, and then we would head outside to his pool for physique shots. One afternoon of work would look like four, and my portfolio would finally be ready to show at Fashion Week.

“Let’s begin!”

In one of his spare bedrooms upstairs, he’d turned it into a studio with colored backdrops on two walls, clothing racks on another, and then the last wall was solid windows to bring in natural light. He instructed me to change into the first provided outfit, and I spent a few too many seconds looking at the designer label on the shirt as I changed in the bathroom next door.  

“You ready?”

As ready as I’m going to be.

The next few minutes passed in a blur, as he worked at a pace that proved that he was a seasoned professional.

“Hey Ryan, I’m about to start organizing photos in between outfits, so you can just change by the racks if you want.”

Nodding my head, I started pulling off my shirt and hanging it back up with my back turned towards him. He was sitting at a small desk in between the backdrops with just a laptop and an extra monitor, and he didn’t turn at all as I took my pants off.

I’d been on casting calls before in my underwear, so this was all normal protocol, but it still felt intimate here in his house. It just felt like there was a tension in the air, and I just realized as I was standing there almost naked that his husband wasn’t here or even a maid who was the one who probably set out the fruit tray earlier.

“Ready to go?”

He turned around before I could answer, and I just shook my head as I got dressed. He seemed innocent and unfazed, and he just turned away again to change some settings on his camera before I stepped in front of him once more.

This happened twice more- he’d find some reason to look back or keep chatting with me as I took off my clothes. Before I put on the last outfit, he asked if I wanted to do some shots in just my underwear.

“Um, yeah, I guess. Is it okay that I’m wearing my own underwear?”

Looking down, I saw the black boxer briefs that I was wearing- nondescript and cheaper than everything else in the room.

“Aw, you’re right. Let me grab you something from the collection.”

There was a dresser under one of the windows, and he opened the top drawer to reveal piles of underwear in three different baskets. Grabbing a pair at random from the basket of my size, he threw it over to me and headed back to his camera.

As I unfurled the jockstrap, I wondered if he’d really chosen this at random or on purpose, but I knew that I wasn’t going to question him. Slipping out of my own underwear, I stood naked there, feeling chills pop up on my arms that weren’t because of the temperature. I’d never shown my ass like this in a shoot- I’d actually only done one underwear shoot before, and those black briefs covered way more skin than these did.

Thankfully, Craig didn’t turn around this time, and I was able to pull up the jockstrap over my thighs. Tucking my cock into the basket and pulling the straps right below my athletic ass, I stepped in front of the lens.

“Oh, definitely didn’t mean to grab that pair- are you okay? I can get another pair.”

“No, I, uh- these are perfect.”

“Let’s take some photos then.”

There was that genuine smile again, and I melted like a sap.

Continuing my posing, I let him direct me until it was time for me to turn around.

“Go ahead and prop one foot up and flex for me.” Doing as I was told, I faced my ass towards him and thankfully didn’t have to see his reaction. “Perfect, Ryan. That is a nice pair of glutes right there.”

He took about twenty more photos of me facing away from him, and finally, we were done upstairs.   

“Can’t wait to print these for you- you look amazing!”

Blushing, I was feeling confident as he sent praise my way. It was pretty generic- I wasn’t deluded enough to think I was some ingénue ready to take New York City by storm, but he promised that I definitely had enough potential to walk in a few shows and earn back the money I was paying him.

“Oh speaking of that, did I already get the cash from you?”

“No sir, sorry, I mean Craig, it’s still downstairs in my bag. Should I go grab it now?”

“Sure, I’ll grab my cash box, and I’ll meet you downstairs in the kitchen. Pick out a speedo as well here first.”

Leaving the room, I was left alone with a rack of dozens of speedos, and I just grabbed a random one in my size before heading downstairs wearing it. It felt weird to be away from my clothes, standing in his kitchen wearing nothing but a skimpy speedo that seemed smaller on my body than it had on the hanger.

He walked in from his office holding a small metal box, and I grabbed the envelope out of my bag that I had checked about fifty times before I left the train station.

“You know Ryan, I think I have a way to save you some money.”

Oh fuck, had I blown it? Was he ending the session early and sending me home?

“I’m filming a campaign next month, and I think you might be perfect for it. If you let me use some test shots from this session, I can waive the fee and let you keep your money. Sound good?”

Oh my god! Be normal- don’t act poor!

“Oh wow, thank you for the opportunity. I, yes- I would love that.”

Smiling, he put the cashbox down on the counter and let me put my money safely back in my bag.

“Perfect- the shoot is for a new cologne from Prevanti, and they’re doing an Olympic theme. It will be fully nude, so you can go ahead and drop that speedo and meet me outside.”

And without another word, he disappeared through the doors to his garden, and I was left there in shock wondering what I’d just agreed to.