Keep your normal hours

“Suit yourself, just make sure you finish by Friday,” Ms. Martin tells you.

Thankfully you are able to work faster the rest of the week. Come Thursday morning, you only have one room left.

You are just finishing up in the last room around 11 AM, when an older lady, maybe in her early 50s, walks in and starts adjusting some lighting equipment and quickly snaps a few photos of the white background.

“Why aren’t you dress?” she asks looking over at you.

You look down at yourself in slacks and a button-up shirt, before looking back at her with confusion written all over your face.

She rolls her eyes, “damn, you models are dense. Go get the underwear on!”

“I’m sorry, I think there is some confusion. I’m just here setting up the new security equipment.” You reply.

Then the door opens and in steps a female model in a white robe. The second you see her you recognize her as the Norwegian fashion model Sylvie. You’d seen her on TV, magazines, and even billboards before, but up close, she is even more stunning.

“What, you mean to tell me I don’t have a male model yet!” photographer yells, “Ms. Martin promised me a replacement.”

Then looking over at Sylvie she barks, “Well, let’s at least get started with you.”

To which Sylvie drops her robe revealing she has on nothing but a white bra and matching panties.

Sylvie is even more breathtaking up close. Her body is perfection, slender legs a mile long, naturally blonde hair, with an ass that could easily rival the most famous bottoms of all time. She has a look of annoyance on her face as she poses for Jane.

Jane looks back at you obviously drooling at the site of Sylvie and in a very curt tone says, “Do you mind?”

“I’m sorry, I’ll go.” you stutter out, while trying to pack up your things, “Ms. Martin told me not to be in here when you are anyways.”

“It’s fine, kiddo. Just do what you need to do and try not to drool too much.” The photographer says in a much littler tone this time, with a playful smirk before returning her attention back to her camera.

You **** yourself to focus on the task at hand, your hands moving almost of their own accord as you finish connecting the last few cables and you pull up your laptop to ensure everything is working. Despite your best efforts though, your gaze keeps finding its way back to Sylvie’s perfect form.

“Where is that meat head?” the photographer groans in annoyance. “Someone go find Ms. Martin and tell her I need a male model, now!”

You sit there awkwardly for a moment before she looks directly at you and says, “that someone is you.”

Nervously, you fly out of the room. You quickly find Ms. Martin who seems busy with a million other things, and you fill her in on the missing model.

She looks you up and down and asks, “have you ever wanted to do some modeling?”

You shake your head nervously, trying not to betray how much you’re actually enjoying this unexpected turn of events. “No ma’am, never crossed my mind.” You manage to stutter out.

She gives you a quick once over, assessing your build before nodding in approval. “Well, we’ll make it worth your time.”

You stand there in disbelief for a moment before finally mustering up enough courage to speak again. “Umm... what exactly am I supposed to do?” You ask with trepidation, half-expecting her to chuckle at your expense.

However, Ms. Martin simply smiles back at you and says, “Jane, the photographer, will show you the ropes.” and she returns her attention back to the millions of other things in front of her.