Yeah, for sure!

You log into your email.

Junk... Junk... Junk...

... something about testing medications?...

OH! email from Sindy Rodgers!

*Hello,

we really liked your resume. We would like to meet you right away, I would be willing to start the modeling first thing in the morning at 1242 Ballard Ave. Second floor about 9 AM. If you can't make it please message me back, if not I assume we'll see you in the morning.

Please be clean and hairless, as it's professional, Thank you.

Sincerely, Sindy Rodgers*

WOW! that was easy. You guess the lack of experience didn't really matter.

Hairless? You suppose it makes sense for a model... kinda like a swimmer or something???

You do some pushups to try to get in the modeling mood. A snack of crackers and water (God you need some $$$) and you head to bed, you have a very early morning.

*Beep *Beep *Beep!

"Ugggggg.....!", you roll out of bed groggy, and still tired. Slowly walking to the bathroom you relive your bladder, brush your teeth, and shower. After washing your hair you remember the hairless thing. How hairless? like, all of it?

You grab your razor and shaving cream, you should have enough since you rarely shave. You never really had a great beard or anything. Somehow you don't cut yourself, proudly, you rinse off and hop outta the shower.

It feels so strange to have zero hair below your eyebrows. Cold! you quickly dry off and get dressed. Walking will take you around 30 minutes, so you better head out.

*30ish Minutes Later*

*Knock Knock Knock*

You pound at the door in this weird building. It looks like an abandoned warehouse, but there is a sign for the job on the door and some cars out front. It's taking a bit for anyone to answer the door, your only 10 minutes early.

The door finally opens. A stearn woman is in the doorway looking you up and down...

"Who are you? What do you want?", she asks as if your bothering her.

"I'm John, Sindy Rodgers emailed me yesterday about modeling?", you say looking as confused as her.

"I'm Sindy, but I didn't hire anyone named John, or any men for that matter! What the Hell are you talking about? Is this a joke?", the now angry woman pulls out her phone.

"I'm... I.... I.... don't know? I really need this job, I really did get a email from you", you stutter, this lady is scary.

"Oh jesus!", she scrolls through her phone. "Your John Doe, right?".

You nod, not sure what's going on.

"You idiot! you sent a resume alright! A resume for someone named Jess!!!", she puts her phone away and sighs.

What is she talking about, you put your resume into the attachment... OH SHIT... you had Jess's resume on your computer. You helped her tweek it a long time ago and must have forgot to delete it.

Sindy is now looking you up and down.

"I'm sorry mam. I screwed up... I'll go, I'm so sorry!", you turn and start to walk away. How could you be so stupid?

You feel her pull you back by the arm. "Take your shirt off kid!"

"What?!", you spin around to face her.

"Take off your shirt, Now!", she demands, she is not asking you.

You take your shirt off and stand there as she stares. Her finger traces your chest and smiles.

"Kid, I need a model and I think you can still work. I don't want to say you owe me for being so stupid... but... If you do EXACTLY as I say, I'll give you the job. That do you say?", her finger playing around your hairless nipple.

"Ummm.....", You NEED the money, your already here, why not?

She looks you in the eyes, almost looking right through you!, "EXACTLY AS I SAY!"