I'll give Mao what she wants

I may have gotten myself into a stupid situation this one time, but in general, I know a deal when I see one. Mao was going to have some indecent photographs of me either way... I figured I might as well get money and pants out of the deal. One way would mean the existence of those photographs and also streaking through the streets of Tokyo. The other would still result in the photos, but at least I would walk out of here with something decent to wear. The girl may look impish, but in this case, she was offering me an opportunity with some real value.

I sighed, then nodded my head. I submitted to being her nude model for a while.

"Oh yeah, super! You're not gonna regret it. Now, just head into the back, strip down, and strike a tasteful pose! I'll be right behind you. You'll follow some simple directions, I take a few snappies, then you're right on your way again!" The photographer grinned, showing a very special enthusiasm for her favorite type of subject.

I wished she'd just stop trying to sell me on the idea... The more she talked up the positives, the more I felt like I was being tricked into something...

As I entered the woman's private photography room, I saw why she wanted to keep this one shut off from her studio where she offered tasteful services like bride and groom photographs. All around me were dicks... photos of dicks, rather. I didn't recognize any of the futanari in them, but I had to imagine many of them were my new co-workers, as ODD was just down the street and provided one of the few public sources of on-hire futanari. Whether those on-hire agents were meant to solve mysteries-- like it says on the tag-- or act as human dogs for perverts was apparently a matter that only I had been left in the dark on before I signed on.

Only a small portion of the subjects in these photos were clothed, and rarely completely; on average, they were completely nude. These ranged from tasteful nude photographs like something you'd see in a museum... to lusty ones like you'd see in magazines... to ones so dirty that you'd probably clear your browser's search history after you looked at them. I shivered, wondering which type I was in for. Did Mao choose them, or did the models? Most of these girls looked a lot more confident than me... and most of them looked a lot better endowed, too. I wondered if the futa photographer was the type who cared about length...

I made my way through these to the one photograph-free spot in the room: a raised pedestal for the model, surrounded by low, white lights in an otherwise dark alcove set into the wall. Rather than wallpaper there, she'd put a sort of black felt, present in most of her photographs... presumably, it was to make the place comfortable for models who needed to recline or place their hands upon the wall. Or their faces... there were some pretty weird poses in there. I felt extremely uncomfortable as I ascended the podium, plopped my bare butt onto the surface (wondering too late if Mao sanitized it regularly), then shifted my legs awkwardly back and forth. I probably looked like a nervous grade-schooler, in terms of both stature and how enthusiastic I felt about having my picture taken.

While I waited for Mao, I attempted to cheer myself up. Sure, I hadn't made it as a mystery writer... I hadn't found a true detective job... nobody would write a novel about what I was doing today... but I was, potentially, about to be paid extremely handsomely by someone who apparently found me an attractive enough subject for a photograph! That was something to be excited about, right? I imagined what my mom's face would look like if I told her I'd managed to land a modeling job... the old bat would probably break out laughing, which would just make it all the more satisfying to rub the money in her face! Yeah! I'm turning a new leaf! Now begins the life of Katsumi Hojo, confident futanari nude model!

...

I clutched both hands over my face and shook my head rapidly, red as a beet. I'm never going to be able to admit to anybody I did this! Am I even going to do this?! It's not too late to run back out and start streaking!

As if sensing my desire to run, Mao peeked her head back in, grinning cordially. "Katsumiii! You've got to loosen up!" Those were her first words upon seeing my panicked, knees-together sitting pose. I'd taken off my bikini top and collar, as well as the silly gloves and boots that came with the outfit, but the puppy hood was still clutched tightly in both hands, resting over my lap. I couldn't make myself go completely nude! Even now, my arms were positioned vertically across my chest, hiding the frankly insignificant mounds of my breasts. "Although this pose is kind of cute too." She snapped a few preliminary pics for good measure. "Those glasses have definitely gotta come off though. Where do you even buy glasses with big swirls like that?"

I snapped that they were prescription... Then I whimpered quietly, telling her I didn't think I could lose the hood. It was just too embarrassing.

The photographer placed one hand on the hip of her long t-shirt and approached, wearing a sympathetic smile. "You're not the only one who's entered into my studio thinking that, Katsumi. Fortunately for you, I have a little technique that I find always helps people feel more comfortable when it's time for nude photography."

That sounded promising... Although, I have to admit, I couldn't help picturing some creepy guy in a porno telling his subject that a massage would take their tension away, just before pounding her with his over-long porn cock.