A simple summer shoot with Caroline

When the weather got nice in New York City, Danny's business always picked up. Every spring, there seemed to be countless young men and women looking to launch into some effort of a modeling career. Of course, most of them didn't understand that it required talent, and that most people who thought they looked the part actually didn't.

That said, there were plenty of people who had potential, and Danny was pretty good at sifting through prospects to find candidates who he thought he could connect with. Today was one of those days. He had a table in his living room piled high with folks submitting their selfies, pleading letters saying look how cute I am, don't you want to take my picture or some even thinking that they were doing Danny a favor by being willing to be photographed. There were always even a few who suggested that Danny should pay them for the privilege of shooting.

Danny threw of a lot of mail in the trash. He was quick to filter the incoming samples. Today, as he brushed picture after picture into the garbage, he stopped on one. Caroline.

There were lots of girls who sent beautiful pictures, some of whom were likely to already be successful models. But Danny liked looking for stories in pictures, especially when the stories had mystery to them. Caroline's samples were amateur photos, but she had a natural appeal, a connection with the camera, and she exuded an aura of confident, self-ownership, and incredible sex appeal.