Letter of Offer

“NO WAY AHHHHHHHH!”

My heart thumps in fear as my eyes shoot open, I kick the blankets off my body, every worst possible scenario running through my head. I’m dizzy from getting up this fast, but I can’t help it; she just screamed so loud. I trip as the blanket catches my ankle, but I save it, adrenaline pumping through my veins. I slam open the door connecting the bedroom to the rest of the dorm room and look around rapidly. Vi stares at me from the couch, dressed, phone in hand, halfway between a smile and her own fear from the sound of the bedroom door being smashed open.

“Are you okay???” I ask, stepping towards her.
Her eyes are wide open as we stare at each other, her eyes slowly inch downwards, and she points a finger at me. “Little softy peepee..”

I look down at my flaccid cock, then back up at her, finger still pointing. The back down again.

I turn around.

“HAHAH, I’M FINE, SORRY FOR WAKING YOU, PUT SOME CLOTHES ON AND I’LL TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENED!” She calls as I slam the bedroom door again.

I let myself fall face-first into the bed and close my eyes forlornly. The sound of my heartbeat echoes in my ears, yeah, no chance I’m going back to sleep. I pull on some track pants and an old shirt and open the door again, softly this time. I don’t know what the university’s policy on damage is, and I’d rather avoid having staff come in to inspect and they realise that Sai doesn’t use the dorm at all.

“So, what did you see that made you scream like you were getting murdered?”
She smiles and grabs my shirt excitedly, “Look!”
I grab the phone and read through the text on the screen. It’s an email from… Oh shit.
I look up at her. “Holy shit, babe!”
“I KNOW!”
“Is this real?”
“Yeah!! It’s his email.”
I look down again. An email from Blake. The photographer… So much was going on, I had forgotten about Vi and her modelling.

“I honestly gave up…” Vi says into my ear as she looks at the phone screen with me. “It had been a while since, I assumed it was over.” She squeals in excitement.
I read through the email again. Very formal, very to the point. Blake is formally offering Vi a modelling job. Part-time, but he guarantees at least one session a month. Attached is a formal letter of offer as well as a document where Vi has to choose what range of content she’s comfortable doing. I open the PDF.

“Huh. I guess he does shoot adult content.” Vi muses as she reads the document. “Oh wow, I can choose between photo and video.” She nibbles on my shoulder. “Should I circle adult video, babe?”
I hesitate and she gasps.
“Seriously!?” She laughs and leans back into the couch.
I shake my head. “No don’t, I don’t think we’re ready for that yet.”
“Yet?” She shakes her head and swipes her phone back smoothly.
“What are you actually going to choose for now?”
SHe takes a second to properly read through the options.

“I think I’ll go as far as promotional adult content.”

She turns the phone to me and points out a disclaimer.
Adult promotional content refers to imagery and sets that may / may not be used on adult content websites. Modelling with same/opposite sex is possible. PLEASE NOTE: Not pornography.

“That’s still… kinda vague, no?”
She pouts and takes the phone back. “A little bit. But Blake was really nice and respectful last time so it should be okay. You okay with that?”
I put my hands up, my brain says this is a major step to take and to be careful. My heart and cock say yes. “If you’re good with it, so am I.”

She smiles and nods.

A few minutes pass and she looks up from her phone.
“Alright, babe. I signed the letter and filled out the checklist.” She’s positively beaming. “I cannot wait for my next shoot!”
I smile and join in with her excitement, and a small pocket of tension appears in the back of my head, picturing the things to come.