“Dear.” Sara asked as she returned home. Her husband came back quite late, because work was hard. Even though her husband worked in a big company, he didn’t even get a promotion in the past five years he was there. “-I might have a job opportunity.”
Her husband was tired and nodded. “Oh. Really? Where? “
“It’s a photography studio.” Sara didn’t know whether she wanted to say she was going to be a model. But she was so desperate for work.
“Oh. Okay.” James said, stretching. He was already in his pajamas and got ready to sleep.
“I’ll have to take some photos, is that okay?” Sara didn’t want to elaborate too much.
“Is that pay okay?” Her husband thought a photography studio probably would just be doing family photos, graduation photos and stuff like that.
Sara thought about whether to say it per session, or say whether it’s a full monthly amount. “About $750 a month.”
The fact that the pay was low didn’t even make him think it was anything wrong. “I see. If you think it’s okay, go for it.”
Sara gulped. “Really? You won’t say no?”
Her husband was too tired to think and so, agreed. He immediately got into bed. “Yeah. The money will help. I’m going to have to call the landlord and negotiate for periodic payments of those arrears.”
Sara stewed, as she sat next to her sleeping husband.
***
“Hello maam. You’re back again.” Sara was surprised how near the studio was. It was just around the corner, she just had to take a different exit from their Sunlight apartment. “Are you interested to sign on as a model?”
Sara’s immediate suspicion was fraud. “Oh. Uhm… what are the payment terms?”
“We pay upfront when you turn up for every shoot. If you don’t perform, or we don’t like your performance, we just won’t call you back. That’s a risk we take.” The minion said as she took out a form. “Can you fill up the form?”
Sara looked at the form and immediately her eyebrows raised. She read the questionnaire, and was immediately bewildered after the first segment.
“-what kind of questions are these?”
“We are a modelling and photography agency. We want to know what our models like and dislike, so that we can better match them to jobs.” The minion answered with a perfect straight face. “We also need to know your sizes to tailor our clothes to you.”
Convinced, she answered as if she was on a trance. It was the effect of Edmund’s magic. The questionnaire’s first segment was her details, her banking details, and address. That was fine. The next part was about her measurements, height, breast size, and all that. The last part was on her dislikes, her likes, her fetishes, and her favorite types. Naturally, the details went to Edmund immediately.
Sara Hudson, Age 27
Likes : Sweet food, tasty food, fancy holidays, pampering, praises and compliments, Looking beautiful and good. Enjoys sensual touches and long kisses.
Fears : Getting fat. Not being able to have children. Getting old. Being unable to contribute to the family.
Sexual preferences : Vanilla, gentle giant, big, frequent sex, the feeling of being filled up. Passionate kisses. Sensitive touches
Fetish : [locked], [locked], [locked]
Corruption Tier : 0
Edmund laughed. She was totally a basic housewife, but then, that was just his luck.
***
“Right this way, Mister Greenhat will see you now. I’ll go retrieve the matching swimsuits for you to test out. You can also check your bank account whether your $150 has been paid to you.” The minion said as she walked away.
“-mister Greenhat?” That sounded familiar, as Sara checked her phone’s banking app. She saw the $150 come in, and felt her heart skip a beat. It was nice to earn money for a change, and suddenly, she felt like she was contributing to the family!
The actual photography area was well lit, and filled with props. There was a sandy beach area, a small jacuzzi and a mini-indoor pool. There were spotlights everywhere, and there was also a changing area. “Oh, come this way. Let me lead you to the changing room for girls.”
The minion took out ten different swimsuits, and they all looked like larger versions of her school swimsuits, only in different colors and patterns. They were all one-piece swimsuits that covered her body quite well, and by all accounts, very modest. “I think these should fit you. They are all L sized.”
“L?” Sara asked, suddenly feeling a little frustrated that she was an L-sized. “-My size should be M!”
“Is it?” The female minion asked, and took out a measuring tape. She walked over and started measuring. “Hmmm. You might be right. It might be a little squeezy though. The cut of our designs are a little biased to smaller bodies.”
Sara refused to accept she was an L-sized. “I’ll try the M-sized one.”
“Got it.”
Sara changed and found them a little tight. But she hated admitting she was getting fat more, and so, stuck with her M-sized swimsuit and walked out. They were very modest that covered her neck, and also extended around her thighs.
It made her feel like she was in school.
“Greetings, Miss Sara Hudson. We meet again.” Edmund said, smiling. Edmund wore a holiday-styled shirt that he left unbuttoned, beach shorts, and had a massive camera in his hand filled with equipment.
Sara stared. It was a face she seen but didn’t recognize very well. After all, the only time they met was when he came to collect rent. “Oh. Mister- Landlord?”
“Yes. Welcome to my studio. This is one of my businesses.” Edmund said. “Glad you could join us for your photoshoot.”
He offered his hand for a handshake. Sara froze, not sure how to react. Ultimately, she extended her own and they shook hands. His hand was so big and strong. “Ah. Nice to meet you.”
“Good. Let’s get to work. Assistant, can you help her?”
“Got it.”
The work was hard. She would have to pose unmoving, and the female minion would frequently step in to help adjust her pose or posture.
“Adjust her hand a little, Turn her to the side.” Edmund said to the minion. Sara tried to listen in and follow.
“Ah good! Stop!” Edmund said as the camera clicked and the light flashed. After the first morning session of one hour, she would have to change into the next swimsuit, and repeat.
And repeat. Changing swimsuits, and then more flashes of light. It made her feel a little dizzy. The minion would frequently help her move, and adjust her poses.
It made her sweat like mad, and she was amazed at how tiring it was. Her swimsuit, being tight, also just made it more difficult for her to get in and out of her swimsuits, because her sweat just made her skin stick to the swimsuits. The minion was also very busy, she ran in and out to help with setup and stuff.
Eventually though, it was time for lunch. She was already through her sixth swimsuit. There were four more swimsuits for the second half of the day.
The minion smiled at the exhausted Sara. “Good job, Sara. I’ll go buy lunch and drinks. You’ll be able to change by yourself?”
Sara nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”
“Good.”
Sara changed into a T-shirt and shorts. She was feeling sweaty as hell-
“Want a towel?” Edmund walked over and offered. Sara looked at the towel, considered her sweaty she was, and nodded.
She wiped herself with the towel. The towel had a pleasant smell.
“You did well for your first time.” Edmund praised.
Sara paused, somehow feeling a little giddy. “-really?”
“Yeah. Want to see some of the photos we took?”
Sara nodded. “Sure.”
Edmund took out a laptop, and then adjusted his chair next to her. He sat next to her, their thighs touching, and began showing her photos. “Look. You look great here- and here. You’re really beautiful and you’ve got great potential in this field. Do you want to be a full time model?”
Sara blushed. “-ah. I don’t really want that-”
She wasn’t sure if her husband would accept that. Edmund smiled, and pointed. “The edited photos will look something like this.” The photos then cropped her face out, showing only her body. “Look good?”
Sara wasn’t sure why, but the idea of cropping her face away annoyed her. “-do- do all models crop their face out?”
“Well, no. But we generally crop it because we’re trying to sell swimsuits. It’s easier to sell when people can place their own face on the photos.”
Sara had a look of realization. “Oh.”
By now, they were sitting next to each other, their thighs were touching as Edmund keep showing photos. Sara didn’t resist or notice how close they were, because her eyes were focused on the photos.
Edmund smiled.
“Anyway, Good job. Keep it up later.”
