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How
I became a model?
Experiences
of modeling
By Sarah Jackson
| I am a 19 year old student studying law
at a university. I had made a few friends but because they were
studying other subjects, which required less studies, they found jobs in
the city to supplement their income from parents or allowances. My
parents were wonderful - they paid my rent in a student house, paid
money into my online
bank account, because as they said, they didn't want my
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 One evening my friends persuaded me to go to a club, near the
downtown. They dressed themselves up to kill, or as they termed it
to be 'on the pull', and I did my best with a little black blouse and a
black skirt which ended up about 5 cm (2 inches) above my knees because
I liked to wear stockings and
suspender belt which was cooler than
tights. I also wore a red and black corset inside.
At the club the wine flowed and the music was good. While most of
my friends found men to dance and go home
with, I was wondering what I
should do - flirt with someone, chat up a bloke perhaps. As I
contemplated these thoughts, someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and there was a man about mid 40's, dressed in
a smart suit, and wore an expensive aftershave, which I could not
miss. He explained that he was a photographer who went regularly
to night clubs with a view to meeting new faces for photo shoots, and
that after studying me for a while, he thought that I had 'what it
takes" to be a model. I
also found that his name was Harry.
I thought to myself that it must be one of the oldest
pickup lines in
history, but he then handed me his business card. I made the excuse that
I needed the ladies room and while I was in there I used my mobile phone
to call the telephone number on the card. I got the answering machine
which confirmed at least that the card was not a fake.
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I went back to him at the bar told him I wanted to know more. He
suggested we move to a quieter spot outside and I asked him what other credentials he
had to prove who he said he was. He explained that his albums were in
his car which was parked some way away and he would go and get them or I
could walk with him. I went back into the club and told my friends that
I was leaving the club with a man, gave one of the girls his card, told
her not to lose it under any circumstances, and walked with the man to
his car. There was never any pressure put on me to get into the car - he
opened the back of the car, got out a large photo album, handed it to me
and told me to look for myself. There were many photos of girls in the album, some were fully clothed
and some were in bikinis or swimsuits
- all were tasteful and not suggestive in any way. I now thought
it was a good time to bring up the subject of money, "Will you pay
me, or do I have to pay you?" He said, "Neither at this
stage, because I will first take a few shots of you and if you
want to go for a portfolio you will get a payment from the model
agencies that I would show your photos to. I thought to
myself, "What have I got to lose?" |
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I was keen and he guessed that and he suggested we went to his studio
there and then, and that I could bring a friend with me if I was in any
way concerned, that would be fine. Nobody could spare the time and so
the two of us drove to his studio.On way to being a model
He showed me into a very clean and tastefully decorated dressing room
where I could freshen up while he would make some coffee. I emerged some
ten minutes later, ready for the sample photographs. He turned on
some lights and invited me to sit on a stool. There were some white
umbrellas on stands around the room and when he pressed the trigger on
the camera, the lamps inside the umbrellas flashed.
I had heard that some photographers could charm a girl out of her
clothes by just talking to her and I could feel this happening to me. I
carefully raised my skirt a few inches to let him see my long slim legs,
covered by sheer stockings
and finished with 75 mm heeled black shoes
in a way to show him that I was relaxed with him and I could feel a kind
of excitement at the way he would compliment me each time he asked me to
either raise my head, look down, or turn my eyes. (Related
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At this point he said that he wanted to show me the initial prints to
see if I was happy with them. They were very good and I told him
so. He said that with the other camera the definition would
be ten times better and added "Did I want to
have more photos
taken?" I said yes and he he then wheeled in another larger
camera. He then explained that normally he would have an assistant to
position me on the stool or couch, but would I mind if he could
just place his hands on my shoulders to turn me into the position he
wanted. I had no objections. He held me gently but carefully
and turned me to, I think, to get the best profile for my front. I took a deep breath
to enlarge my chest an extra inch or so and he took about ten shots of me. He asked me to raise
my skirt a little to show off more of my legs.
I did as I was told. He then suggested that I undid the top button of
blouse to show my
cleavage; once
again I did exactly as I was told. I couldn't believe I was so keen to show
off my body to a complete stranger, but I kept saying to myself that
I could stop this whenever I wanted, and at all times I was in control.
He asked me that he would like to
take photos of me in a
bikini,
and as he had a small stock of girls' clothes in the
wardrobe - perhaps
there was something in there that might fit me. I went to have a look
tried on some of the swimwear
but there was nothing. Still dressed in my body suit, stockings
and suspenders, I found a satin robe which I slipped on, and went back
into the studio again. Harry quietly said, "Never mind!
Just sit on the couch with the satin robe for the moment."
I perched on the couch, he came over, undid the top of the robe to
reveal the neck, pulled the
robe away to reveal a
stockinged leg with suspender, went back to his
camera and started taking more photos of me. I felt so excited and
confident,
because I suddenly realized that there might be many men who will look
at these photos and get excited over them too.
Harry came back. I wondered what was going to happen next. I was putty
in his hands. He slipped the robe off my other shoulder - it now slipped to my
waist. He turned my face to his and said, "OK?" I nodded silently.
He remarked about the prettiness of my bodysuit, and he kissed
my shoulder, my neck and my lips with such gentleness that it was hard
to describe. I then felt his hand cradle my front, and he gave it
a gentle squeeze. It was wonderful.
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