"I can't do this"

The buttons on your blouse are half undone and there is nothing more revealing than some of your dresses, but your mind goes past how many guys could be jerking off over pictures of you and on to the actual people. What if its a friend or family member, a younger cousin. Your mind swims forward to how would people react to you if they know you've done an erotic photo shoot. He did say 'perhaps some toys'. You could always claim they aren't you, but the doubt will always be there.

"I can't do this."

The words jumped out of your mouth, your eyes dart around the room and you grab the arm of the sofa behind you for support. Tyrone lowers the camera and says quite bluntly.

"Are you alright? Some nerves are expected just take a minute and think."

"Thanks, but I know I can't do this. It'll be the same before every picture. Hell, I'm frightening of showing you my bra. I originally thought this was for swimsuits or bikinis or something which would have me a lot more exposed. This just isn't me."

"No problem girl. It's not a business for everybody. At least you realised it early on. Get yourself sorted and let's move on forward. You've got my email address if you change your mind, about either some soft photos or something a little more robust. I mean what I said, you're gorgeous and have a natural sexiness that just exudes on to film."

You take a deep breath and do up your blouse as Tyrone deletes the image he has of you and the first few seconds of video he had when you walked in. You stand and walk towards the door, causing Tyrone to bound over with an outstretched hand for a handshake, which you give him. He wishes you luck with that large smile of his and you leave the room with your dignity intact.