Go clean yourself up

You practically stumble out of the room, still trying to catch your breath as you make a beeline for the restroom. Once inside, you collapse against the cold tile wall, panting heavily, trying to catch your breath before cleaning yourself up.

Once you’ve composed yourself somewhat, you finally manage to gather the willpower to leave the bathroom and face whatever Jane has planned for you next. “I-I’m sorry,” you stutter out a meek apology as you approach her nervously.

Jane rolls her eyes but doesn’t say anything, gesturing towards the curtain where you can put on the clean pair of briefs, she has for you. Much to your surprise these ones are even thinner, and under the studio lights have a pink tint to them. You quickly change and head back into the studio feeling slightly more relaxed, but still highly embarrassed. You try to apologize to Sylvie, but before you can Jane yells out, “Alright, now get back in position.”

You obediently return to your spot behind the white background, trying not to think about Sylvie’s ass or how good it would feel to have her wiggle against you again. The shoot goes relatively smoothly after that, and before you know it, Jane calls a wrap for the day. Before you are able to get dressed again, th door opens and in walks Ms. Martin.

Your heart races as she walks over to you. You are still in nothing but those impossibly tight and thin briefs, with a very obvious bulge.

“I heard you did good today,” she says nonchalantly, not even raising an eyebrow at the state of disarray you’re in. “But that doesn’t excuse you other work. Make sure you get everything up and run by the end of the day tomorrow.”

You nod in agreement, still trying to process everything that has happened today. She grabs Jane and they walk out of the studio together. You quickly get dressed, then look around for Sylvie to apologize for what happened earlier, but she is already gone.

You finally pack up your things, and head out, hoping tomorrow will be much calmer. As you make your way down the deserted hallway towards the elevator though, a familiar voice calls out behind you.

“John! Hey, John!”

You turn around and are greeted by Jane’s stern face. “Oh, hi Ms. Jane,” you stammer nervously. “Is there something I can help with?”

“No, no dear boy,” she says, her voice taking on a slightly softer tone than usual. “I just wanted to say thank you for being such a good sport today. And please, just call me Jane.”

You’re taken aback by her sudden change of demeanor. “Oh, I hope I wasn’t too much trouble,” you stammer out, trying to play it cool even though your heart is still racing.

“Trust me, when it comes to dealing with models, what happened today is a cake walk for me. I appreciate you being a good sport.” She reaches into her bag and pulls out a business card, handing it over to you with a smile. “If you ever think about modeling again... or if you just need someone to talk to...” she trails off suggestively, before turning away and disappearing around the corner.

You stand there for a moment, completely dumbfounded by what just happened. Finally, you look down at the card in your trembling hand: Jane - Top Model Agency.