Full Time Model

The same way as yesterday you get to your modelling gig – you planned ahead today, started 15 minutes early, because you fully expected the same delay you experienced yesterday and you were absolutely right.

You arrive on set in time, the mood is well, the photographer even smiles at you and your two workmates do too, as always. You hug them all the two women with more enthusiasm and quickly drop your clothes. You enjoyed yesterday’s session immensely and have no problem repeating them.

You even get costumes today – and can’t help but feel a hint of disappointment until you notice how skimpy they are and the photographer informs you about the details of the shoot, simply as they are they won’t stay on for long.

You and the ginger get tiny chain mail bikini style tops - the cold metal rubs against your nipple roughly and you feel them get hard – hand chin mail loin cloths, the muscular black woman a faux fur bikini and a spear. It’s for some kind of fantasy cosplay nerd website – you frequented that type quite a lot as a man – and you're playing two white female warriors defeated by the black wild barbarian.

You play-act several scenes of mock fighting in which you two lose against the black woman, in the course of battle, your skimpy chain mail falls and a the end of which you kneel naked and submissive at her feet to shoot a long line of photos of submission to the superior black warrior, who, of course also drops her fur bikini and dominates you naked.

All soft-core, again – the photographer makes multiple photos that won't be able to go into the official set again, but that one remains free of actual sexual stuff. Which doesn't stop you from getting hot and bothered – as so your two colleagues you very well notice – and as soon as the photographer calls an end to this shoot you three are practically all over each other.

You three are well familiar with with each other by now know each other's bodies and minds, favours and dislikes. Your lesbian threesome is exhausting, but also strangely refreshing. You experience multiple orgasms in the your short break time orgy – as do the other girls – and you only ever barley muse about how tired ans wasted you were after just one measly orgasm as a man – sex as a woman is a lot more satisfying and deep and you don't even consider it an injustice any more but just enjoy it. The thought that you still want to become a man again lingering in the back of your head is besoming more and more something that bothers you instead of looking froward to it… The jewel on your chest sends a warm tingling through you at the thought.

You three untangle after a while - you see the photographer put away his camera – you’re not even bothered any more that he’s regularly taking pictures of your break time activities.

“What’s the next shoot, boss?”

He’s looking at you.

”The other two have a simple non-nude ad shoot, but you have an appointment with your agent.”

You frown.

“I have a what?”

“Sent me a text up a few minutes ago. He'll be here any time with a new job offer. Didn't want to… interrupt your break time to tell you.”

He winks at you and you blush a little. Not much, you find it more amusing to have this professional audience around at your lesbian orgies.

“A job? I’m only in this for two days and nothing of me has been published…”

“He’s quite convinced you have a huge career ahead of you, Lexi. And he can be quite industrious for girls he likes...”

You feel sour knees shaking. You've been getting used to this small, a little provincial photo studio with some small gigs and hadn't expected anything more to come of this job before becoming a man again would make an end to all of this. Which.. would… be a real shame you have to admit. Another job, possibly bigger, with more attention and fame could make it even harder to give all this up…

Before you can think about it to much, the door at the far end of the studio opens and your agent comes in smiling, with a man and a woman in tow, busily chatting.

“And here we are. There she is, the rising star in person!”

He hugs and kisses your mouth – you smile at him kindly. You actually begin to like him. He's a pathetic little pervert, but apart from his weird urges, he’s nice and courteous. And you're beginning to fully appreciate men who are open and frank about lusting after your new body. You can take that as a compliment, as pretty much ALL men you meet eye you the same way. And not subtlety either. Men are pigs, you’re starting to like those who stand up to it more. You certainly weren’t one of those as man, you were more the closeted perv. What a jerk.

The other two persons actually are more like your agent – they eye up your naked body intensely before talking a word, the woman no less than the guy. They're obviously in the business so you guess it’s professional behaviour. You smile at them kindly. Not feeling one bit ashamed for being the only one in this little circle naked. You got used to parading your body, enjoy it even.

“Lexi Jordan.”

“That your real name, girl?” the man asks. He’s tall, the biggest person in the room, a lot over 1.80m. Deep black skin, buzz cut, quite muscular, dressed in tight black jeans and shirt, a single thick gold chain around his neck.

You nod.

"May want to think about a pseudonym if you want to stay in the business.”

The woman snickers.

“Not every branch of the business requires the same privacy as yours. You may want to wait if she’s willing to go that far before changing her name.”

She's white, dark blonde short hair, hardly taller than you and you lost abut five centimetres with your transformation. Slim, hardly any breasts at all, her face has a little bit of male hardness to it, she almost looks a little androgynous. She’s dressed a lot more ostentatious than her male counterpart, but what might be considered fancy male clothes. Striped pants, a red silk shirt with ruffles, multiple rings, but no make up. Her whole get up shifts between masculine female and feminine man, which is probably the idea.

Your agent introduces them to you – none of their names mean anything you you, but they both sound fake, stereotypically French, genderless; and stereotypically Black – talking about pseudonyms.

“I took the liberty to show around your pictures in the business and these two were very impressed.”

The black guy just eyes you hear but the Frenchwoman interject.

“Well. She’s pretty, enough for the job for sure – even more so in real life, Mademoiselle, your pictured don't do you justice...”

You nod appreciatively and feel a slight blush.

”… but we all now beautiful girls are a dime a dozen. My time is precious and I'm sure so is that of my – colleague…”

She speaks the word with a strange undertone that does not express professional courtesy.

“You got us here with the promise of her being a unique talent, which is quite a bold claim for someone who's in the business for…”

Se looks at you inquisitively.

“Three days, Ma’am.”

“It’s ‘Sir’.”

“Sorry?”

"You will address me as ‘Sir’ when you talk to me and "he/him" when you talk about me. I may have the parts of a woman, but I identify as a man!”

“I… see. Sir. Sorry.”

Your head spins. You’re almost as confused about her… his gender as you are about your own.

“No worries, if you don’t forget it, I’m not mad about that mistake. Now...”

He snickers and the black man laughs and looks at you.

“By inviting him…”

His undertone for the Frenchwo… man is not any more sympathetic than the other way around.

“...and me to this little audition is pretty weird, to isn’t it. You don't usually offer us the same clients at the same time, we have – quite different demands.”

The Frenchmen snickers.

“C’est vrai. Usually he gets my hand me downs!”

“You’re kidding me right? I employ professionals with a work ethics, your pampered fashion dollies who wouldn’t make it longer than a week in My shoots!”

“Gentlemen, please.”

Your agents interrupts.

“I assure you nobody gets anybody's discarded goods from me. You both have special needs and demands, that I always serve, do I not!”

They both nod reluctantly.

“Right, the good thing about this new star is that I am absolutely certain she has what it takes in both of your businesses. She’s HIGHLY talented, in all kinds of performances, eager to work and…”

He winks at you.

“Very adaptable, resilient and highly sexual. I'd say she has the mind of a man, in some respects - she instinctually knows EXACTLY how to pose and present herself for the male gaze.”

You blush, more because of the way they talk about you like you're not even there than about the highly intimate praise. You can’t say that you mind though, it is all very flattering. And true. Probably especially that male gaze thing. You have no respect left for the man you used to be - he was a pathetic pig, but apparently that comes in handy. For so are them men you want to gaze at your pictures. And you sure know what they want to see from experience.

“But I have to admit I haven‘t really checked with the young lady what her plans for the future careerer are. Usually I give the girls more time to settle in, this is all going a bit fast, am I right, Lexi.”

You can only nod.

“Which is why you tow are her to – give her some options.”

He looks at you.

“OK, Lexi I know this is a little overwhelming, but his is the moment that will likely determine your future. I could have just invited one of these two gentlemen and set a career path for you, but I really believe you're talented for both and should make your own choice. Why don't you tell her what you have to offer gentlemen.”

The Frenchman starts without waiting for the black dude.

“I represent a famous French fashion house and we're looking for catwalk models for our next fashion show. Paris first, tomorrow. You’ll have to prove yourself as you have no experience in that field, right?”

You nod.

“If you prove to be as good as your agents thinks, London and Milan will be next month and from there on we shall see.”

Your mouth hangs open.

“Tomorrow? You want me to model your clothes in Paris – tomorrow?”

“Highly unusual, you're right, but I owe your agent a favour or two. He did help me out of more than one tight spots by providing me models on a short notice, so I’m willing to take the risk and fly you to Paris. If you want.”

You’re speechless and overwhelmed. Giving the black man the chance to make you his offer.

“Or you skip on all that chichi glamour fashion doll nonsense and get a job for a real hot blooded woman.”

You look at him questioningly.

“I’m a love movie producer. Not Hollywood, real movies for real men.”

It takes a second for the penny to drop.

“Porn?”

“Indeed.”

He grins broadly.

“I know this might not be the career you imagined when you accepted this gig, but your agent showed him some of the photos that were shot behind he scenes with the other girls…”

He grins at them.

“Those… weren't meant for the public…”, you stammer.

"Don't worry, baby. I’m not the public, won't show them to anyone. They stay in my private stash."

You blush., He‘s not even trying to pretend he won't keep your sex pictures.

“You have some potential, girl. Of course it’s not the same thing if a woman just has fun in private with a camera pointing at her of if you do a professional porn shoot, but I know my business I can see you have what it takes. You’re… special, I can see. I couldn't put my finger on it, but your agent has a point. You're ALL woman, sensual and feminine, but you have a way to – act and present yourself that makes me think you have more insight into what a man would want to see from an act like the one you performed than most girls. Even when you didn't act for the camera your poses and moves were… like there's man in the back of your head giving stage directions.”

You seriously blush now. You don't really like the idea that you profit from the creepy porn habits of your former self. You felt more livid, sensual and sexual as a woman than you ever have as a man. But you're also aware that the urges that drive you and your willingness to expose yourself are way above what the average woman would openly admit to have. You have come to believe you’re not more sexual than almost other women, but it may be that your masculine side, as much as you hate to admit it, that allows you to let it out.

The black guy chuckles.

"No need to blush, I love it. I'd really love to see what you could become with some professional guidance. I know it sounds corny, but I think you can be one of the greatest porn-stars ever. I'm not saying that light heartedly.”

You are at the two men open mouthed – then at your agent. Are they for real? Of course you've been thinking about walking the catwalk since you got this job, but that felt like a lifetime away from frolicking around with two hot girls while some due takes pictures for ads or websites – parading around in front of a crowd of people on a stage.

And the other dude – porn. They can’t be serious, you didn't even know your agent also works for porn producers - you feel totally run over. You can’t make porn? Can you? Maybe it’s not that much different from the backstage photos you let the photographer take without objection. You love sex – more than you could have ever imagined since you’re in this body. You can’t deny you love showing this hot body off. And if… when you're a man again, all this will have to set itself straight, right? It's just another adventure….

“You both just want to hire me on the spot?”

Suddenly the two men grin an your agent looks a little sheepish.

“Weelll… obviously the two gentlemen would be taking a great risk to hire a newbie like you, Lexi. You’d have to – prove your – work ethics and determination, first.”

You look at the lecherous grins – despite being polar opposites physically and in attitude, the two men are what they are. Men. And as all men, easy to read and quite simple in their plots and schemes. Even the ones born in a woman's body. You sigh. Men think they’re so clever and yet are so simple to see through. One tug at the right lever and they give you all you want. Do you want it, though? And if yes, what?

[Lock In Event – this choice determines the ending of the Model Ark. Should you pursue one of these careers, they’re full time and the Model Ark will be your only plot on Friday and determine your fate should you not turn back into a man on Sunday.

If you’re still following one of the day time job threads and already made a lock in decision there, choosing a model career overrules it. If you have made a daytime career choice and reject both model careers, your daytime decision remains valid.

If you’re still following one of the Strip Club threads, you will get one last chance in that one to change your mind again and lock in a final event from that plot thread overruling all others. If not, this is your last choice that has an effect on your career. (There will be skippable events on the weekend before you face the old woman again, giving you a chance to change your score some more, but they will not affect the potential endings determined by your choices today.)

Note: It is not required to chose any final career or side hustle path to reach an ending, Should you decide to be indecisive and refuse all choices offered to you today, you’ll be transferred to your old cubicle job on Friday and face your fate from that point, keeping the experiences and points you’ve earned.]