Underwear.

A day after signing the contract, Marlene insisted on bringing the group over to her house. She had the sample clothes shipped there and she had a studio with camera equipment they could practice with. She really pulled out all the stops to start off this agency.

Miguel's clothes had finally come out of the dryer and after a momentary struggle of getting Miguel to put them on, they all proceeded up the street to Marlene's residence. Luke had mostly been trying to avoid Miguel with little to no success. Ultimately, Luke just had to accept his presence within his home. Ellie and Jackson stayed at the share house for some behind the scenes work. Though Luke suspected Jackson was mainly trying to keep his wife away from the tempting Miguel. During the short walk, Miguel wanted to hold on to Luke's hand but was completely refused. Miguel seemed confused about Luke's reaction but Max walked up to the handsome man and started asking about his career as a model to distract Miguel from the rejection. Though they only had a short conversation, this seemed to cheer Miguel up.

Entering Marlene's house Luke quickly repressed the trauma of his humiliating dance in his undies which then led to being seen naked by all the people on the block. He scurried hastily to Marlene's studio just so he could be in a room that didn't dredge up embarrassing memories.

The studio was on the second floor of the house, it was a spacious area with a single window, mirrors along the side of the wall, and ballet polls across them. There was filming equipment in the corner of the room, a rectangular table with chairs in the middle, a backdrop installed in the ceiling, and a Japanese style screen propped up along the wall opposite to the mirrored one. "Whoa, quite a set up you got here." Luke couldn't help but be impressed as everyone filtered in.

"The outfits you will be trying on are behind the screen over there." Marlene was quick to get things started. Luke circled behind the screen with a picture of a cherry blossom tree on it. Behind the screen he noticed a small box perched on a stool. I guess the outfits must be in there? Thought Luke. He removed the lid and his cheeks immediately turned pink at what he saw.

"Hey! Wait just a goddamned minute! What the hell is this?!" Luke picked up a pair of brightly colored briefs from the box; one of many that were in there. Several pairs of briefs that were in many different colors and patterns.

In response to Luke's high-volume reaction, both Max and Miguel moved the screen to the opposite wall to get a better look at what was making their friend so upset. "Hey man, what's the problem?" asked Max setting down the screen to reveal an angry-looking holding up a pair of briefs with a smiley face pattern on them.

"I'll tell you what's the problem! There is nothing but underwear in this box! And they look like ridiculous kid's underwear. Do you really expect me to try them on?" Luke waved around the garment.

"Yes, of course, these are the products sent by our client. We need you to try them all on so we can set up a portfolio for you." Sienna spoke as she set up a camera on her tripod.

Luke pointed at Miguel, "Why don't you have him do it? He's the more experienced model ain't he?"

"Miguel already has a portfolio. Plus, none of that underwear is even in Miguel's size." Taylor explained as she carried around some folders and spread them out over the table.

"If he's not doing anything, neither am I." Luke folded his arms indignantly. He might have looked a bit more intimidating if he still was carrying the underwear.

Marlene rolled her eyes, "So you're saying if Miguel was doing something for the agency, you will try to measure up to it as well?"

"Sure." Luke nodded. He felt like he was being singled out. Like he was going to be the only one who was going to be embarrassed again. He expected Miguel would just try on some modest outfits or just do some poses for the camera and Luke would have no problem matching that.

Marlene faced Miguel, who was watching Luke with an enamored expression this entire time. Marlene spoke something in Spanish and Miguel nodded excitedly. Marlene then asked Taylor to fetch an iPod docking station which she then set up on the corner of the table. Luke watched on curiously as Miguel walked to the center of the room before Sienna and Max who was setting up and additional camera right next to her for filming. Taylor then pressed a button on the dock and music started playing. Miguel reacted to this by striking some seductive poses before the cameras.

As flashes continued to go off Miguel shrugged off his leather jacket and tossed it to the side. Miguel flexed his biceps and smiled endearingly at Luke as Max kept recording. Miguel then pulled off his black tank top spinning it around like a helicopter above his head and kicked off his boots. Bare-chested before his audience, he toed out of his socks as he spun around rhythmically to the music, displaying his hardened back muscles to the cameras. He did a few more poses then spun back around unfastening his belt, whipping it right off his waist. Flashes continued going off as Miguel preened before the camera before his undid his fly, letting his pants fall to the floor right before he kicked them away. Miguel was now wearing nothing but a pair of tight black bikini briefs in front of Max's and Sienna's cameras. The two of them clicked away as Miguel danced around provocatively trailing his hands all over his body while biting his lower lip. Miguel turned around once again hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear. Luke stared open-mouthed at the uninhibited performance of the strange man as Miguel shot him a wink and pulled down his briefs, giving the nonstop cameras an unobstructed view of his ass. Now totally naked, Miguel kicked his underwear towards the rest of his clothing then spun back around to give his crew the full frontal. The girls whistled and hollered over the music and Miguel grinned and waved in response to their approving gaze. Sienna snapped away while Miguel continued to dance and pose, he spun around to slap his ass allowing his flaccid cock to sway around, he then spun back around one final time running his hands through his hair like he was in a shampoo commercial. Miguel blew kisses, stretched his muscles, and placed his fists on top of his hips with his legs spread apart as the song came to an end.

There was a lot of clapping and cheering as a naked Miguel bowed gratefully towards his appreciative spectators. Luke merely stood there the whole time utterly transfixed by Miguel's performance. Clearly he underestimated the degree of Miguel's shamelessness. To think he would put on an entire show like that before a camera! Ironically, Luke couldn't help but feel some **** respect for Miguel, for this was truly the professionalism of a seasoned model.

"Alright Luke, your turn." Marlene spoke up.

"Huh?" Luke snapped out of his daze.

"You said you would measure up to whatever Miguel did for the agency right? Well he just stripped, posed, and danced around naked while being filmed and photographed without a single complaint didn't he?"

Luke felt a chill down his spine as the full meaning of Marlene's words sunk in. "I...but..."

"'But', not only did you say you would do it but you also seemed to be forgetting you signed a contract. Allowing me full autonomy on what you have to wear while working for Marrick Agencies. So that's twice now that you said you would go through with this now. Do you really think you could duck out?"

Luke had just realized he had dug his own grave. He already agreed to this, there was no getting out of it. "So w-what are you going to have me do exactly?" Luke asked nervously. Considering the level of performance Miguel just put on, there was a lot Marlene could have him do.

Luke turned to Miguel for askance but he was just cheerily collecting his clothes while humming the song he was dancing to earlier. It seemed unlikely he was going to prevent Luke from being embarrassed.

Marlene grinned ambitiously, "Glad you've come to your senses Hanes. Here's how we should start out..."