... an offer...

You chuckle.

“I don’t think I’m interested in anything you little pervert have to offer to a… woman like me!”

He grins.

“I’m only an amateur pervert, I do have a job, you know.”

He takes a business card form his shorts and hands it to you.

You frown.

“Is that supposed to be a joke?”

He shakes his head awkwardly.

“You're telling me you are a modelling agent? YOU?”

“Yep.”

“You professionally organize the photo-shoots of professional models?”

"Mhm."

"And in you spare-time you take pervy sneak pics of normal women in the park with your phone ?”

He chuckles.

"If you put it like that, it sounds a bit weird. I like the thrill of the hunt more than the pictures, to be honest. Don't get me wrong, willing subjects like you are - nice, but it’s more about not getting caught. It’s a hobby!”

You take out your own phone and check the web-site mentioned on the card. It seems legit. His agency is referenced by a lot of other professional sites and even mentioned by models - even some you know, and as much as you loved seeing models as a man, you never cared much about remembering names.

“Assuming this is real, you want to offer me...?”

“Have you ever modelled?”

You laugh. Harder than necessary, it’s a legit question given your new, quite stunning body.

”Nope.”

“What a waste. But you must have thought about it?”

You can honestly say you have not ever considered becoming a model.

“No.”

“Really? Well, now's your chance. I don't have to tell you how beautiful you are, but you're also pretty good in front of a camera. Quite a natural, not spoiled by extensive training, one could believe think you’ve never even watched that show on TV. As a matter of fact you move a little as if you were acting purely form the perceptive of a watcher. A male viewer if I may say so."

Again you laugh.

“I get it…”

“Just the kind of girl we’re looking for!”

“You’re offering me a modelling gig?”

“I can take you to a shooting right now. Highly professional, but we're actually missing a model.”

You raise an eyebrow

“Nude?”

“No. Lingerie and bathing suits. Well. This one. Not saying we wouldn't have nude gigs for you if you don’t mind….”

You flip the card through your fingers.

"No shady business?”

“I know it’s not the first impression I made, but I’m non-creepy professional. At work. You can stop any time you want.”