Joy brings nothing along to the warehouse

You consider running back in to grab some more clothes, but shrug it off. They've probably got whatever they want you to model with there.

You get about halfway through the warehouse district when you pass by a construction site. Three or four of the workers start whistling and catcalling at you in your tight jeans and flimsy top.

"Show us what's under that shirt, hun!" One calls out. You stop walking and think for a second. You were planning on having an exciting day. Maybe after this modelling stuff you'll have the cash for something more exciting, but might as well have some fun now, too, right?

You turn toward the men and look up and down the street. It's expectedly empty down on this back road, but it makes for a good show for the guys. You pull the bottom of your flowing white top to the bottom of your tits and stop with a start.

"Oh, darn it guys, I forgot to wear a bra today! I don't have anything on under my shirt to show you!" You shout to the guys, shrugging apologetically and turning back down the road to much louder cat calls. Some fun can be free, but now it's time to make some money.

You walk up to building 3 and see a sign at the door. This must be the right place. You walk into what seems like a deserted building. "Hello?"

A side door pops open and a big black man comes out. "Hello there, I'm Mr. Jackson, are you here for the modelling?" He offers a heavy hand to you, and you take it.

"Uh, yes, definitely. I really need the money. Your ad said something about extra work too, right? Any experience required? Photography stuff or something?" You smile sweetly up at the giant.

"Indeed? Well, come on in. I'll need a copy of your ID, and I have some papers for you to sign, you know, modelling release kind of stuff." You follow him into the side door and pull out your ID from school.

"Um, well, this doesn't have a birthday... do you have a license?" He hands it back to you.

"Oh, sure, sorry!" You hand him your license as he motions for you to sit down.

"Great! I'll go make a photocopy of this and if you'll just sign these forms, we can get started!" He disappears out another door after handing you some paperwork. You don't have a pen and hurriedly scan the room for one.

You open a drawer on the desk and find that it's full of sex toys. Your eyes widen and you bite your lp. You probably weren't supposed to look through his things. You slide it shut quickly and try another drawer. More sex toys. What's up with this guy?

You see a pen in this one, too, and grab it. Not wanting to look like an idiot who spent the whole time he was gone rooting through his things looking for a pen, you quickly sign the papers and put it back, closing the drawer. He walks in as you sit down.

"Ah, you signed the papers, here's your ID back..." He takes the papers from you and slides them into a manila folder, which he labels with your name. "Shall we get started? Maybe I can show you some of the extra work we have for nice young girls such as yourself? Or do you want to start on some basics with our inventory?" He grins widely at you and you smile faintly back.