Luna the Model

Running on an ever-dwindling supply of clothes, Luna continued her search for a job.

But unfortunately, her reputation seemed to proceed her. She tried once to get a job at a local bookstore but got turned down because the manager recognized her from a video one of her by now numerous escapades. Which not only resulted in an extremely awkward job interview, but also drove home just how much her life was spiraling out of control. People she had never even met already knew that she was a perverted freak. It was frankly a miracle that her parents didn't know yet. Even then, Luna knew that it would be just a matter of time before they found out too. Part of her was scared; the rest was horny. She had reached several orgasms just thinking about all the ways it could go wrong.

One day at school Luna was stopped by her "friend," Emma, who claimed to have a friend that worked at a clothing store that was hiring and offered to recommend Luna for the position. Emma was the one who invited Luna out to the movies with a few other girls, a night with ended in Luna being stripped (as if there was ever any doubt) in the theatre and having to streak out to a car, in which she was then taken to a party.

Weary that this generosity came at a price, Luna thanked her "friend" and accepted the help. A few days later, Luna heard back that she got the job and that she started that Saturday.

"Saturday?!" Luna said. "But... but... I mean, I didn't even interview..."

"Oh, don't worry," Emma said. "It's not a normal salesperson job, it's a modeling job. All you had to do was send in a photo of yourself to make sure you are attractive enough."

Surprised, Luna thanked her "friend," and later that week she got a phone call confirming the time she was supposed to come in.

Luna was happy she had finally landed a job, and was looking forward to receiving some money and getting new clothes. But something kept nagging her. It was something Emma had said: She said that it was required for her to turn in a photo, and that she had already done so. But Luna realized she had no idea what that photo was. Was it a something casual? Was it a yearbook photo? Or was it one of the full-frontal ones of her fingering her pussy before an audience of onlookers like a depraved slut?

It very well could have been the last one, but Luna couldn't be sure. All that Luna did know was that she had a modeling job on Saturday, and she should plan for all possibilities.