"I want to be a model, and I want to succeed."

They stayed on at the café, as he outlined what Sarah had to do. Because she didn't have any experience, she would have to undergo training and a series of tests. And because she was still only 18 years of age, he told her that she would only be contracted part time for now as she slowly worked her way round the circuit, making a name for herself. He intended only to expose her full time into the modeling world a year or two from now if she excelled at all her training and tests. Until then, it was imperative that she do everything he said, for failure to do so would see an instant cancellation of her contract.

He also told her that from time to time, he would require her to "meet" certain very well-connected clients in venues such as this who will help pave her way to eventual success. Every "service" that she got paid for, she could keep a very generous 50%, with the other 50% going to him for brokering the deal and for helping her find her way to success.

When his briefing was over, Sarah looked at her watch. It was only 4pm -- only had hour has passed. It certainly felt longer than that, so much had transpired within 60mins. Or perhaps it was the 3 vodkas that he had made her drink in the last half hour that had made time slowed down. She knew she was taking in more **** than she was used to, but she didn't want to seem weak by rejecting them.

"Do you have any more questions?" he asked, interrupting her thoughts once again.

"Not at this point I guess," Sarah replied, hesitantly.

"Are you still in and willing to do anything it takes?"

"Yes."

"Good. Then you are ready for your first test."

"First test? So... soon? I have not prepared anything..."