It's a photo-shoot, and you're the... well, you're not quite sure just yet

"Come on in and get comfortable while we finish setting things up."

Craning my neck I look past him, and spot a few other people sitting around inside. Curious about what's going on, and re-assured by the fact that they seemed pretty normal I started to edge my way in.

"Hey, what's your name?" I asked, realizing that he'd never said. He blinked, looking surprised and then sheepish.

"Sorry. Can't believe I forgot. I'm Dick Bigg. Two G's"

"What?"

"Dick Bigg. Two G's," he repeated, like it was important somehow.

"Seriously?" I asked before I could help myself. Was Dick really a name? Was it common in my parent's generation?

"Yup. I guess you've heard of me. Maybe seen my work?"

"Uh..." would it help my job chances if I said yes? Erring on the side of caution you decided to butter him up. "Absolutely! I mean, I love your work, it's the best ever! I think about it all the time." Too much? Deciding to pull back on the enthusiasm I slinked in past him and over to the others.

"We're just waiting for a couple more... Oh wait, here they are. I guess we can start setting up," he said, and you turned back to him, spotting a pair of women and a man, each carrying some bags and...

"Are those lights for cameras?"

"Absolutely!"Dick beamed like I was a student who surpassed expectations.

"Ohh, I'm going to enjoy doing you," one of the women cooed, eying me intently.

"Uh..." was all I could say as she reached out, turning my head this way and that.

"I'm Sue. The clothes are great, but I can make you look even better," she continued, and dragged me to the bathroom. I looked back at Dick for help - or a clue as to what she was talking about - but he was busy pointing at various places within the room.

"Alright, let's strip you," the woman said, fully regaining my attention. Before my hands could leap to the defense of my clothes her hands were all over my face. It took me a long confused moment to realize that she was wiping away the light traces of make-up that I'd put on at home. Realizing that the bag she'd put on the counter was actually a giant make-up kit I relaxed, relishing the idea that a professional make-up artist was giving me a make-over for free.

"Normally we'd think of doing hair but we're going low-cost on this one and Dick loves the school girl look so I'm betting he'll want you the way you are. Well, maybe with one change..."

With me admiring myself in the mirror I didn't have a chance of stopping her as she reached forward and pulled open my blouse.

"Hey!" I finally protested, but she had already yanked the shirt down and unsnapped my bra.

"A girl your age doesn't really need a bra anyway, and you'll look so do-able without it," she grinned.

"I can... wait... stop..." you protested faintly as she finished tugging off your shirt and then your bra.

"Oh don't worry. It's not like we haven't all seen tits before. Besides, this'll increase the chances that Dick will want you. Impress him today and he'll use you a lot."

"He will? He'll use me?"

"All the time."

"All the time? That's great!" I exclaimed, then frowned, realizing I wasn't quite sure what we were talking about. By that time Sue had my shirt back on, but this time it was knotted together below my breasts, cradling them upward like my bra would have. It was embarrassing to see how clearly my nipples stood out, especially since they'd mysteriously gone stiff.

"C'mon," Sue tugged me out of the bathroom, moving too fast for me to grab my bra, which was on the edge of the counter by the garbage can. "Daphne," she called out to another woman who was inspecting some cameras. "Here's the talent."

"Hmm?" Daphne looked up at me. Unlike Sue, who was kind of frumpy, Daphne was a stunning woman, probably in her early thirties, and I immediately realized the cameras must have been for her. "Oh yes, you're the girl Stephy was saying would love to be used. I understand you share an art class."

"Ohhh," I said, finally understanding what was going on. "Yeah, she's awesome at it."

"From what I hear you enjoy the class," Daphne said, walking around me, her eyes looking at me like she was inspecting me.

"Well.... yeah. I mean, I'm not as good as her. She loves every aspect of it and she's really good at it. Me, I do it more for fun."

I decided not to mention that I also wasn't very good at it. In fact, I'd had to go to my teacher to ask for extra credit. His response was to ask me to model for the class. It was a win-win for everyone, really. I got a slight nudge up in grades and he didn't have to blow his budget on models once the class got past making pictures of vases. It got a little awkward when he asked me to wear different outfits. They seemed to get smaller and smaller with each class until the last class I had was just me with my hands over my breasts and not a stitch of clothes. I think it might have had an influence on my desire to show off my body. Stephy had a theory that the days I was modelling were the days the principal was out for medical tests. Rumor had it that he had some serious illness and I think some of the teachers might have been taking advantage of it.

"Understandable. You're young and sexy, why not have lots and lots of fun whenever you can."

"Uh, right. So am I...?" you motioned at the camera, assuming they wanted you to operate the camera.

"Oh, I think Dick is ready to say a few things. Come along," Daphne pulled me away from the camera and into the bright section of the room that the lights lit up.

"Alright everyone, the last of the crew just arrived and are waiting outside the door. You all saw the script, such as it is. We're not going to do much revision on this, since it's meant to look rough anyway. Daphne, is she ready?"

"Ready and eager for anything," Daphne assured him. I wished she hadn't, since I didn't feel comfortable with the idea that I'd be working the cameras for some photo-shoot, but maybe they meant for me to operate the cameras. Or give Daphne water when she felt thirsty.

Dick turned to me, and I really hoped he'd finally give me some instructions that'd be easy to follow.

"Lie on the bed for the moment," he said instead.

"Lie down....?" I repeated.

"That's right. Lie down. I'll give you instructions in a moment."

Blinking in confusion, but assuming that he meant he'd give me a script, or at least some sort of job assignment, I lay in the bed. Maybe they wanted to calibrate the lights or cameras with me as a stand-in for the model?

"Action!" Dick exclaimed, and I stared at him in shock. Was I the model?

Just as that occurred to me the door opened and in walked...