Lacy shows off for the camera.

"Look at that bod, you're incredible, girl," said Jack. "That's good shit. We don't have a good angle on you over there, though. Come back around here, why don't you?"

Lacy was in that special place between thirsty and dick drunk that guaranteed she wouldn't think twice about anything the agent behind the desk suggested. She kicked the panties out away from her feet and stepped back the way she came. There was another camera behind Jack. It was a more expensive looking one mounted on a tripod. Nate had his camera trained on her from the side. *Ass and tits,* she thought. Seen from every angle.

Not that they could see her tits properly yet. She was still wearing her bra. Her silly fuck-brain told her it was time for that to change. Without even being asked, Lacy reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra. It fell down onto the floor and she felt free.

"You look great," Jack said.

Nancy was behind her. Her fingers trailed down Lacy's back and the prospective model shivered. Just a reminder that she wasn't alone.

"Thank you," Lacy said, and she meant it. Was this how modeling could make her feel all the time?