Date: Wed, 18 Feb 2004 01:23:33 +0000
From: Robert Allen <mmm_nice@hotmail.com>
Subject: First Time Modeling Job

Standard disclaimer - if you're not legal age, what are you doing here?
m/m/f

     Jason missed the 4:15 bus and had an hour to kill before the next one
showed up.  Since it was raining hard - crappy Vancouver weather - he went
in the Student Union Building where he could nurse his Starbucks coffee in
relative comfort.

     It was the $25 an hour that caught his attention before he read the
rest of the ad "Modeling agency looking for college students for p/t work.
No experience necessary.  M/F.  Call 555-1277 for information".

     "No way", he thought, "that's for fruitcakes."

     Finishing his coffee, Jason tossed the empty container in the trash
can and hurried out to catch the bus.  He flashed his bus pass at the
driver and got the last empty seat.  The bus aisle filled up with other
college students before pulling away from the curb. "Like sardines" Jason
thought.

     Nothing like a crowded bus to put your brain on autopilot while you
waited for your stop.  Once off the bus, Jason fumbled for his key and
unlocked the front door of the apartment building.  Before heading up the
stairs, he picked up his mail and scanned through the envelopes on the way
up to the third floor.

     "Good news doesn't come in a window envelope," he thought when he saw
two letters addressed to him.  The rest of the mail was for his roommate,
Eric.

     The cat meowed a welcome as closed the door behind him.  Tossing his
bag on the floor he opened the first envelope.  "Bad news for sure,
Casper," Jason said to his cat, "they turned down my student loan."
Opening the second envelope, he read the balance on his bank statement.
"Only $876.21 left for two months isn't going to feed us for long, Casper."

     Starving hungry, he warmed up a plate of leftovers in the microwave
and devoured it.  All the while, he was worried about his financial health.
He desperately needed to finish this school year.  His grades were good and
he had been accepted into his final year of studies.  Half the students on
campus were in the same situation as him so part time jobs were scarce.
Nobody quit their job at this time of the year.  The one thing his mind
kept going back to was the modeling ad he saw at the Student Union Building
this afternoon.

     "What have I got to lose," he asked himself as he dialed the number.
"Hello, Johnson Modeling Agency," answered a cheery voice. "Terry speaking,
how can I help you?"

     "Um, I'm calling about that modeling job you advertised," mumbled
Jason.  "You're looking for college students."

     "Oh yes, the catalogue job," said Terry.  "We had a no-show tonight.
We've got a wardrobe for a five foot ten, 165 pound guy and the
photographer is booked and paid for and I've got a deadline I have to
meet."

     "Well, I'm 165 pounds and I am five foot nine inches with a 32 inch
waist.  Straight brown hair, and I am tanned." answered Jason.  "I did some
acting in school so I don't get stage fright."

     "Look, I'm in a jam so I'm prepared to take a chance."  Terry said
with a tone of desperation in his voice.  "Can you be here in an hour?  If
it works out, there's about three hours work tonight.  If it doesn't work
out, I'll give you an hour for your effort."  "I need the money so okay, I
can be there."  answered Jason.

     Armed with the address for Johnson Modeling Agency and with
butterflies in his stomach, Jason caught the bus.  He spoke into the
intercom at the agency's door and was buzzed into the lobby.  Terry met him
at the door and introduced himself.  "Come back to the change area and let
me have a look at you."

     On the way to the change area, Terry explained that they were doing
the last session for a summer wear catalogue he was producing for a major
retailer.  "Our young adult wear is the last thing left to finish up," he
explained.  "Here's the change area - I need you to shuck down to your
underwear and let me see.  We've got a picky client."

     Feeling somewhat self-conscious standing in front of a total stranger
with only his white briefs on, he turned around as Terry instructed.
Satisfied, Terry said, "you'll do fine - it's obvious you keep yourself in
shape."  As he was showing Jason the wardrobe selection, three other people
about his own age walked in, chatting among themselves.  Jason was so
embarrassed, standing there dressed only in his briefs.  He grabbed a shirt
off his wardrobe rack and tried to casually hold it in front of himself.

     "Jason, I'd like you to meet the rest of the models for tonight's
shoot," Terry said, introducing the Cindy, Carmen and Peter.  "You four are
up next so get ready.  Peter can show you the ropes, Jason."  With that,
Terry left for the stage.

     The girls turned and went to their own wardrobe racks and started
changing.  "Don't be embarrassed Jason," explained Peter, "In the modeling
business, we change in one room because it's quicker and time is money.  We
also need to check each other over before we go on stage to make sure
everything is in ship shape.  In an hour from now, you won't even know
anybody's in the room with you, you will have changed outfits so many
times."

     Over Peter's shoulder, Jason could see Cindy and Carmen changing into
their first outfit and wondered how he could ever ignore them.  Peter took
his street clothes off and pulled on the first outfit.  "One other thing
Jason, no underwear lines.  You'll need to wear a thong.  Didn't Terry tell
you?"

     "No," blushed Jason, "he didn't."

     "Not to worry, there are some in the top drawer over there.  Get one
on and let's hurry.  Terry gets ticked off if we waste his time."

     Jason turned his back to the rest of them as he slid his own white
briefs down.  He felt a familiar tingling in his crotch and, worried that
he would get a hard-on, quickly pulled on the thong.  He had never worn a
thong before - it felt like he was had nothing on.  He had to adjust his
semi-hard dick so it would not show under the shorts and muscle shirt that
was his first outfit. Glancing around, he saw that none of the others even
noticed him change.  Maybe Peter was right and he would get used to it;
they seemed not to notice each other.

     They stepped on stage and within a few minutes, all four of the models
were back changing into their next outfits.  For the first time, Jason
noticed what the others were wearing.  Thongs were the common piece of
clothing for each of them.  The girls were wearing small sports bras.
Glancing down at Peter's thong, he wondered how he managed to get out of
the change room without any noticeable swelling of his cock.  No time to
think more about it - they went back on stage.

     It seemed like about a hundred changes of clothes later when Terry
came back into the change room with the models.  "The photographer wants to
redo one set from last night because the pictures didn't turn out.  It's
the bathing suit set."  With that, Terry handed each of them a bathing
suit.

     Jason looked down at the white speedo in his hands and groaned.  Never
had he ever worn anything like this in public.  Skater shorts were more his
style.  Remembering his bank balance though, he reluctantly stripped his
clothes off and pulled the speedo on over his thong.

     Turning around, Jason saw Peter just stepping into his speedo.  As he
stood to pull it up, Jason couldn't help but notice his soft four inch
uncut cock and dark bush.  Adjusting himself, Peter smiled and said,
"Thong's gotta come off, Jason."

     Blushing, Jason slid the speedo off, pulling his thong with it.
Standing there untangling the two pieces of clothing, he kept thinking, "my
mother is watching, my mother is watching," to try to distract himself from
what he was feeling between his legs.  Pulling the speedo on, he had to
tuck his half-hard cock between his balls so it wouldn't show.

     "Put your dick off to one side, not down between your balls," advised
Peter, "it doesn't look right."

     Jason he could feel his cock stiffening even more as he shifted it
over.  "So much for my mother watching me," he said.

     "What"

     "Oh, nothing.  I'm trying to distract myself, that's all."

     On stage nobody seemed to notice the extra bulge in Jason's bathing
suit and the first pose shielded his half hard cock from the camera.

     The next pose had Carmen kneeling right in front of him.  "You, in the
white bathing suit - stand closer to the girl in front of you," the
photographer said, pointing at Jason.

     Standing closer, Jason could feel his cock twitch as it made contact
with Carmen's back.  She leaned back into him slightly and he could feel
his cock expand even more.  By the time the pose was over, he had a raging
hard-on.

     "That won't do," the photographer said, looking at Jason's crotch
after they broke the pose.

     "Everybody take a ten minute break and then be back on stage ready for
our final poses."  Terry announced in annoyed voice.

     Blushing, Jason headed back to the change room with the other three
models following after.  They all burst into the change room at about the
same time and he caught sight of himself in the mirror.  Through the white
nylon fabric, he could see every detail of his hard cock as it strained to
break loose from the confines of the speedo.  There was a wet spot where
pre-cum had leaked through the fabric.

     Carmen was the first to break the silence.  "Great.  That's why we are
redoing this whole bathing suit shoot.  You know why the other guy didn't
show up tonight?  Yeah, you guessed right.  Same problem you've got right
now, Jason.  You guys are all the same. The agency is going to lose the
contract if we don't complete the shoot tonight."

     At that point, Jason could care less about the agency or its contract.
He picked up his street clothes and turned to get dressed.

     "Jason, wait," pleaded Peter, "this job means too much for all of us
to have you walk out."

     "I don't care!" Jason responded, angry and embarrassed.

     "Please, Jason"

     One thing about being angry, he thought, was that you shriveled up and
he could feel himself shrinking.  Remembering his bank statement, Jason
reconsidered.
  "Let's give it another try and turned to go back to the stage."

     "Terry will kick us off stage if you go out there like that," Carmen
nagged, pointing at Jason's crotch.  "You have a big wet splotch on your
speedo.  Peel it off and I will wash it and use the blow dryer on it."

     She pointed at Peter and cruelly sneered, "you're no better - you
can't control your animal instincts either.  Give me your speedo too 'cause
you've leaked through!"  Jason and Cindy followed Carmen's gaze.  Peter was
sporting a full-fledged hard-on too and pre-cum was very noticeably leaking
through the red fabric.

     Obediently, Peter hooked his thumbs on the waistband of his speedo and
tugged down.  First to appear was his dark brown pubic hair.  The last to
spring free was his hard cock and it snapped up and slapped his stomach
with an audible 'thwack'.  The tip of a crimson mushroom head poked out
from under his foreskin, glistening with pre- cum.

     Carmen bent down and retrieved Peter's the speedo from off the floor.

     Jason just stood, mouth open.  Never before in his life had he ever
seen another guy with a hard-on.  He could feel that he was fully erect
again when Carmen turned to him, commanding, "Hurry up! Get yours off too!"

     There was a second 'thwap' as Jason's hard cock hit his belly when he
peeled his cum-stained speedo off. Carmen snatched it out of his hands and,
flicking her hair over her shoulder, left for the bathroom.

     "Don't mind her, she's a first class man hater," Cindy said licking
her lips and purred, "but I like what I see."  With that, she gently
reached forward and grasped Jason's hard cock and then reached for Peter's
too.

     Without any resistance, she pushed the two guys backwards towards the
sofa behind them.  "Sit here," she said when their legs touched the edge of
the sofa, and gave them a gentle shove backwards, not letting go of them.

     Jason and Peter landed sided by side on the sofa, with Cindy quickly
kneeling in front of them.  With the tip of her tongue, she slowly circled
the tip of Peter's mushroom head, licking up the pre-cum.  Jason couldn't
keep his eyes off of what was happening to Peter.

     Cindy shifted her head and over to the end of Jason's throbbing
hard-on, gave it a couple of quick strokes and slid her lips over his
engorged head, tonguing the most sensitive under-side.  Knowing that he
wouldn't last long, she lifted her head off and began slowly stroking both
cocks in unison.

     Jason could hear Peter's breathing became ragged. Taking his eyes off
Cindy stroking his own cock, he looked over just in time to see Peter erupt
shot after shot of thick white cum all over his stomach and chest.  That
sent Jason over the edge and he could feel his own balls tighten up as he
shot streams of hot cum over his torso.

     "You animals," growled Carmen coming back from the bathroom with two
speedos in her hands. "Get yourselves cleaned up so you can tuck your horny
little dicks back into these speedos and get back on stage."

     Cindy pushed herself up onto her feet.  "See what I said?" and reached
a couple of t-shirts and tossed one to each of the cum covered guys on the
sofa.

     Jason and Peter wiped the cum off their chests, stomachs and off their
softening dicks under Carmen's scrutinizing eye.  Finished cleaning up,
they took their speedos out of Carmen's hands and slid them on, standing up
to pull them all the way up.

     "At least you look presentable now," Carmen said looking down at Peter
and Jason's softened cocks. "Let's go before Terry has a fit."

     Cindy ran a brush through her tussled hair and got to the stage just
in time for this last set of poses.

     "Looks better," commented the photographer, looking at Jason.

     Back in the change room after the last set, Carmen's attitude cast a
pall over the rest of them so they changed back into their street clothes
in silence.  When they were finishing up, Terry came in with four envelopes
containing crisp bills, one for each model.

     "Thanks for your help this evening, I know we got some great shots and
our client will be happy with the results," Terry announced.  "Jason and
Peter, I'd you to stay behind for a few minutes - I need to talk to you."

     Cindy winked at both of the guys on her way out and sensually licked
her lips.  Carmen just glared at all of them and stomped out of the room.

     After Cindy left, Terry commented on the black cloud over Carmen's
head.  "Anyway guys, I want to thank you for a super job tonight.  I have a
client - a manufacturer's rep - who is interested in a private showing of
his merchandise for some of his customers.  The line of clothing is erotic
wear in time for the Valentine's Day market.  Interested?"

     Jason was the first to speak up, "It isn't some kind of a strip show,
is it?"

     "No, it isn't.  This rep has a line of mens products you would see in
an Adults Only shop.  This isn't a sex show."

     "What kind of pay?" was Peter's question.

     "Fifty dollars and hour and ten percent commission on all sales."

     "Count me in," said Peter.

     "Me too."

***************

Comments?  What kind of toys should Peter and Jason model?

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