Epilogue - Model citizen

The $500 lets you do a little more than you previously planned, nothing overly wild but things like upgrading your car to a convertible for your road trip from LA to San Francisco. It let you relax a little more and enjoy yourself a little more, and you even found yourself believing what Tyrone said about being gorgeous. Eventually your trip ended and you returned to Britain half expecting to be greeted off the plane by somebody that recognised you from the photos but they didn't. Days passed to weeks and months and nobody said a thing.

You started your new job and initially it was all fun, new and exciting but after a couple of months thinks started to slow down. One Friday evening you'd gone out for some post work drinks but got back in at a reasonable hour and decided to try to find the photos yourself. The first thing which you quickly found was that there was just so much porn on the internet that even trying to find the photos was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. You opened the ten back on your PC and compared them to the other pictures you'd found and even you had to admit, they stood up against them.

It scratched away in the back of your mind over the weekend and the following week to look for some agencies or photographers and see if you could do some more. Eventually it became an itch you had to scratch. You started by finding them. That seemed to quell it for a while but eventually you sent your portfolio to one of them and then the rest. You expected that to be the last of it. To receive a 'thanks but no thanks' reply. But all three agencies were interested in working with you.

You were jubilant. Shocked and amazed but having professionals your pick out models say that they would like to work with you was a confidence boost like no other. You knew you were intelligent, you had the qualifications and training to prove that but you'd always felt like an ugly duckling and now you'd just been shown that you were a swan.

You spoke with the agencies in turn over what you were willing and not willing to do, prices for shoots, contracts and rights. You think they were a little taken back by your business acumen, but eventually things were agreed. You went for coffee with photographers, discussed the shoots and bought various items of clothing which they'd suggested. Finally you booked a week off work and went into the studios.

You basically spent the week naked. Hundreds if not thousands of pictures taken. You understood what Tyrone said about taking lots and sorting them out later now. You had a girl do your make-up, giving you hints and tips for the real world and although it was tiring it was exciting. You also made more in that week than you normally did in a month. You knew that you wouldn't be able to do it every week like this but it was nice.

You carried on doing odd shoots here and there, but you found yourself more confident and assertive and quickly got promoted. Eventually you had a meeting with the HR Director and company solicitor over the 'photos'. By then you'd done dozens of shoots for the agencies and various ones for individuals or other agencies. You knew before the meeting that legally they couldn't do anything but expected them to try to make your life difficult. On the contrary they said that what you do in your own time is none of their concern and if any employee makes any sort of lewd comment because of your side job to report it immediately.

You were continually getting requests from hardcore agencies to do something with them or agents to work exclusively with them, but you turned them down time after time, representing yourself and only doing what you were comfortable with. You sent an email with a link to a collection of your work to Tyrone with a thank-you note. He replied and you found yourself taking often to him as a friend.

Being a softcore porn model gave you a confidence boost to push forward with your life, it presenting new adventures as you worked with agents across Europe and the world. You wonder what sort of person you'd have become without it and occasionally wonder what would have happened if you'd gone further into hardcore. But it's not as if you can reply your life is it?

The End