Absolutely!

I feel a thrill of excitement as I slip into the little black dress, amazed how it stretches over my body, emphasizing my every curve.

If this doesn't get me into the modeling industry, nothing will. I think as I look at myself in the mirror.

When I step from the changing room, I know I must look good. Daniel stops dead in his tracks, his eyebrows raised as he looks at me in the tight little black dress, "Wow," He says, his tone filled with surprise, "I did NOT expect you to come out in THAT," He makes a visible effort to pull his eyes away from me, turning his eyes back to the photo area.

Looking at the new setup, I see that he has set the photography area up with a metallic blue backdrop. When he turns to the nearby props, he drags a white bar stool to the middle of the area, "Take a seat," He says softly, still not returning his gaze to me.

As I move to the bar stool, Daniel pushes what looks like a bar counter on rollers up near the stool.

Daniel steps behind the bar, pulling a cocktail glass from behind the bar and sitting it on the counter top. A second later, he produces a bottle of water that he opens, then pours the cocktail glass about half full before sitting it in front of me. With a smirk, he sticks a little umbrella in the glass, then steps around the bar and picks up his camera again.

When he looks at me again, he pauses, frozen in place for several heartbeats. It takes me a second to realize that I'm sitting on the bench with my knees apart, giving him a clear view of the fact that I'm not wearing any panties.

My eyes go wide, my face blushing crimson as a close my knees again. I bite my lip, my eyes downcast as I fight down my embarrassment.

I can hear Daniel step closer, the tent in his pants painfully obvious as he steps into my view. When my eyes turn upward, I find his face only inches from my own.