Despite it being quite early, it was already hot. That's why the café's outdoor seating area was almost full. Couples having breakfast, coworkers taking a coffee before going to work, some dressed in business attire who, with a newspaper in one hand and a cup in the other, talked on their hands-free phones as if they didn't care that others could hear their conversation. Amidst all the people, there was a red-haired girl sitting alone at a table. The girl was stirring her coffee and alternating her gaze between her phone and the people around her. No doubt she was waiting for someone, and no doubt that person was running late.
Sara opened WhatsApp for the umpteenth time and went to the conversation with her friend Nuria. Her last message read, I'll be there soon. It had already been 15 minutes since then. When thinking about what to write back, a loud noise, like someone falling into a chair, startled her. Looking up, she found herself face to face with her friend's hazel-eyed gaze.
- Sorry for the delay, you wouldn't believe how hard it was to park.
- You could have warned me; my coffee has probably gone cold by now.
- Well, that's what happens when you ask without me, now if you want I'll buy you another one.
Nuria lifted her hand to try to get the attention of the waitress who was walking between the tables. It wasn't like Nuria needed to do much to draw attention; her 1.85-meter height already did that for her. She maintained a slender and athletic build, with a well-proportioned body that, although she only stood out due to her height, knew how to show off everything she had. Her brown hair reaching down to her shoulders framed a face with stylized features and fine lips that were always smiling, as if that was her natural position.
It cost Sara not to compare herself to her. She was the opposite of Nuria, yes. Her 1.55-meter height couldn't compete with Nuria's, but she was very proud of her body. Her broad hips and generous breasts attracted almost more glances than her friend. Additionally, her natural red hair that fell to the middle of her back made her seem exotic and wild.
Once the waitress took their order, Nuria turned towards her friend again.
- And so? How are things going at home?
- Well, everything is just as black.
- Haven't you found anything yet?
- No, Pedro has an interview today, so I'm crossing my fingers, but I haven't found anything. We'll see if I make it to the exams, they're in five months.
- Well, five months will pass quickly. You'll probably get it and start teaching.
- I doubt it very much. If we don't find something, in two months we'll have to start looking for a cheaper place, or we'll go back to the village directly.
- That bad is it? - she said, her smile fading slightly.
The waitress arrived with Nuria's coffee, Sara hadn't ordered another one after all. The interruption gave Sara a moment to think. Yes, things were really that bad. She and her partner, Pedro, had moved to the city from their hometown looking for better job opportunities and to distance themselves a bit from both families, which had never fully accepted each other's partners.
Things had gone moderately well in the city, they had part-time jobs and even graduated from university, but then came the crisis and they lost their jobs. With the savings they had set aside, they had been surviving, trying to find work and get through the situation, but it was getting unsustainable.
- Yes, it's pretty bad.
- I'm going to the gym with you because I already paid for it...
- You could have told me, you could help us a bit with the bills and...
- No. - Sara cut her off mid-sentence. - We're very... good friends, but we've gotten ourselves into this one alone. Besides, I don't know when I could return it to you.
- That's why you don't have to worry about it, but good, if it's not with money, at least let me give you this.
Nuria pulled out a white card from her purse and handed it to Sara. As Sara took it, she read what was written on it. R&M Models. Modeling Agency. She recognized the name immediately, since Nuria had talked about her work as a model for them many times. Being a model wasn't something Sara had ever thought of before, so she looked at her friend and raised an eyebrow.
- Give them a chance, friend. They work with models for everything that might be needed by a model. From clothes, lingerie, artistic posing, and even for film extras.
- I don't know. I don't see myself as a model. - She said with some hesitation while taking the card and putting it in her purse.
- Trust me. Call them and they'll definitely give you a job somewhere. You won't lose anything by trying.
- That's true. - She said with a slight sigh. - Come on, finish your coffee, we're going to be late at the gym.
At 12 in the morning, Sara arrived at her house. Although she could have seemed chubby at first glance, especially due to her wide hips and generous breasts, her gym routine kept her in shape and made her not tired from all the exercise or having to climb the stairs to get to the fourth-floor apartment where she lived.
The house was small, with a direct entrance into the living room, which was almost entirely occupied by a sofa, a coffee table, a TV, and a table for four people. From the living room, you entered a small kitchen, where it would have been tight for both of them to move around at the same time, a small balcony where they had the washing machine and hung their clothes, and a hallway.
One of the rooms was used as storage, although it was now almost empty since they had sold many things. They had talked more than once about renting out the room to have some income, but the house was already quite small for the two of them, let alone if they brought in a third person. Besides, Pedro didn't really like the idea of bringing a stranger into their home.
Sara went to the kitchen and opened the fridge, which was alarmingly empty. With what little she had, she managed to start making something minimally edible. When she was doing that, she heard the door opening.
I'm home, said Pedro as he entered.
In the kitchen, darling.
Pedro arrived at the kitchen door and leaned against the frame. Sara was cutting potatoes with her back to him. He loved this view of hers from behind, with a skirt that barely reached mid-thigh and red hair falling in waves down her back. At other times, this simple view would have made him smile and think impure thoughts, but right now he wasn't in the mood for it. Sara turned around and nothing more than looking at him in the eyes already knew the answer to the question she hadn't formulated yet.
- Haven't they caught you, haven't they?
- No, it didn't go very well that's said.
Sara approached him and wrapped her arms around him. She stood on tiptoes and planted a light kiss on his lips.
- Well, nothing bad will happen. Something will come out in the end.
Sara went back with what she had and Pedro enjoyed the view of her ass for a few more moments before going to take a shower. Once he was clean and had prepared dinner, they sat down at the dining table. Pedro told him in detail how his interview had gone and when Sara was about to talk about her day, she remembered the card Nuria had given her.
- Nuria gave me her agent's number. Well, the agency's.
Pedro stopped dead in his tracks, with his fork halfway between his mouth and the plate.
- She told me to call them, that maybe they could get me a job as a model. - In Sara's voice, her insecurity was reflected, even more so seeing that Pedro wasn't saying anything or moving.
- That's fantastic! - Pedro exclaimed, dropping his fork on the plate and drawing a big smile. - Have you called yet?
- No, not yet. I just remembered I had it. - Sara visibly relaxed at seeing her boyfriend's joy.
- You should call. If she works as a model, you must be able to too with your body.
Her boyfriend always knew what to say to cheer her up. Seeing that he was supporting her in this, she decided to call the agency that same afternoon.
After two rings, they picked up the phone and a woman's voice emerged from the other end.
- R&M models, good afternoon. How can I help you?
- Good afternoon. A friend gave me your number for me to call and see if you can offer me any work as a model.
- Very well, what field is she interested in?
- Eh... I don't know very well. My friend had told me that you worked with models for almost any job.
- That's true, but according to... Interested, I can arrange a meeting with an agent or another one for you. - Well, to be honest, I hadn't thought about it. - Don't worry, I can organize a general meeting and see where it fits better, but the schedule is a bit tighter right now. Sara's heart sank a little when she heard those last words. Not everything had to be as nice as it seemed, surely they would give her an appointment for inside a month or two. - I have a free slot available in three days. At 11 am. Does that date work for you? - Yes, of course! - exclaimed Sara while joy and illusion returned to her body. - Fine. Tell me your full name and mobile number and we'll confirm the meeting. Sara finished giving him the data so he could register it on the system and screamed with joy when she hung up the call. Pedro entered the living room alarmed and Sara launched herself at his shoulders, planting a kiss on his lips with force and fervor that hadn't been done in a long time.
The offices of R&M models were on the fifth floor of a central building. Sara had decided to take the bus so as not to have parking problems. Besides, there was a stop right next to the building, so she wouldn't have to walk too far. She had left with time to spare in case the bus was delayed or she got stuck in traffic, due to which she arrived almost 20 minutes before the scheduled hour.
She had put on high heels for the interview, which accentuated her figure and short stature, a black skirt with a slight flair that reached her thigh, and a pink top with short sleeves that left her shoulders bare. Due to the size of her breasts, not wearing a bra wasn't an option, or she would be drawing too much attention on the street and she didn't like it when perverts stared at her. So she wore a simple but not very modest white lingerie set with no straps.
Upon entering the office, she found a small reception area. On both sides of the door were armchairs that seemed quite comfortable. Along the other three walls were five doors, one labeled bathrooms, and a pair of abstract paintings. The center of the reception was dominated by a counter, behind which sat a blonde girl who looked up from her computer screen to greet her.
Good morning, can I help you with anything?
Eh... Yes. I have an appointment.
The blue eyes hidden behind glasses scanned her from top to bottom. Sara was used to men staring at her on the street or at parties, but the way this girl looked at her intimidated her much more than any other gaze before. Her nerves and thoughts that she didn't belong there intensified inside her.
Tell me your name, she asked.
Sara.
She replied, reaching the counter.
Well, I'm Penélope, she said while started typing on the computer. - Nice to meet you. - Likewise. After a time that seemed too long and uncomfortable to Sara, Penélope found her date on the computer. - You have an appointment at 11 am with Mr. Alejandro. You arrived a little early. - Yes, I've been lucky and didn't get stuck in traffic or anything. - You did well coming early, parking is impossible around here. - Yes, that's why I came by bus. - Quick girl. - she said with a slight smile, which surprisingly relaxed Sara a bit. - Mr. Alejandro is currently busy with another girl, you can wait for him here in the chairs. Do you want a coffee or a glass of water? - No, thank you very much. I'll sit down. Sara sat down on one of the sofas and took out her phone. There were still 15 minutes until 11 am, so she decided to keep reading to pass the time. Every now and then she looked at Penélope, who was busy with the computer and didn't seem to be paying much attention. At 10 minutes to 11, the door on the left wall opened and a very tall, blonde girl with a high ponytail came out of the room. Her legs seemed like kilometers long and were wrapped in tight jeans. She wore sandals with straps that had only two centimeters of heel. On top she was wearing a white midriff-baring top that seemed to be about to burst trying to contain her breasts. It wasn't that she had many breasts, Sara looked at hers own comparing them and possibly she had more, but the top was so tight that Sara would have sworn she was at least two sizes too small for it. The girl was so thin that her hip bones were visible. - How are you, how's it going Anabel? - asked Penélope as she saw her come out. Anabel walked past Sara without even looking at her and approached the counter. She leaned against it, leaving her ass in pump towards Sara without any kind of repair. Sara's nerves were growing at each second that passed. If that, or her friend, was the type of girls who usually hired, she didn't have a single chance. She started thinking she was too short, had a few extra pounds, wasn't as pretty. When her self-esteem almost hit rock bottom and was about to get up and leave, the two girls interrupted their conversation.
- Sara. - said Penélope, calling out to her attention.
- You can go through that door now. - she said, pointing towards the door Anabel had just left through.
- Mu... Many thanks. - replied, her voice breaking with nerves.
Sara got up and went towards the door indicated. When she was crossing it, she heard from behind how Anabel asked Penélope: New girl? The response, although obvious, was lost as she closed the door behind herself.
The office she entered was quite large. On the wall opposite the one she had entered were two window seats with views of the park in front of the building, while the other walls were occupied by photographs of women in various states of dress, from fully clothed to completely naked. To one side of the room there was a black L-shaped sofa, and on the other side a wooden desk with two chairs in front and one behind, occupied by a man of middle age.
Alejandro barely looked thirty years old, although he was already forty-two, and wore an executive blue marine suit. He was perfectly shaven and had short hair that was quite formal. When Sara entered the room, Pedro got up and pointed to the chairs in front of the desk with one hand, as if inviting her to take a seat.
- Good morning, please sit down.
- Good morning. - replied Sara while sitting down.
- Sara, isn't it?
- Yes.
- I'm Alejandro. - he said, shaking her hand. - According to Penélope, you were recommended by one of our girls, although you don't have a clear idea of what area you want to work in, right? - That's it, my friend Nuria gave me your business card. She told me that you work with many types of brands and models. - Nuria? A tall girl, brown hair, thin? - Yes. - Good. If you come recommended by her, we can definitely make room for you, but your chances of getting a modeling job aren't very high. Sara froze when she heard him say that. She hadn't expected such a direct response. - I'll be completely honest with you. You're too short for runway modeling, but maybe I have something for you as a flight attendant in conventions, lingerie model, swimwear, bikinis. We could even open up more opportunities. Have you ever thought about erotic modeling? - I... - Sara had to take a few seconds to respond. - No, I hadn't thought about it. - Although you don't have height, you have a good body, well-proportioned. That's something we can work with. Let's see, stand up for a moment and turn around yourself. Sara stood up from the chair, a little nervous. Alejandro looked her up and down as she turned. She was used to the looks boys gave her already outside on the street, at the beach, at the gym, etc. But the scrutiny he subjected her to in this moment made her more nervous than any other in her life. - It's not bad. Yes, I think I could find you work in any of those areas. - Exactly what is erotic modeling? - Completely naked or suggestive poses, solo or accompanied. Advertisements for different brands of adult products. - he replied with a neutral tone, as if reciting a shopping list. - I don't know if I could undress in front of a camera. - Are you shy? Are you uncomfortable with your own body or something like that? - No. It's just that I have a boyfriend and I don't know how he would take it. - Ahmmm, I see. We often have this problem, don't worry about it. In this job She can go as far as she wants. If it doesn't bother her, we can start by taking some photos for your portfolio, sending them to a couple of event organizing companies, the clothing brands we work with, and talking to your boyfriend about being an adult content model. When you've decided, let us know if we expand or not your portfolio.
Alejandro was so understanding about his negative response that it calmed Sara down a bit. She wasn't shy and was very proud of her body. She had gone many times with Pedro to nude beaches, so she didn't have an excessive problem with being seen naked, but one thing was posing for a camera in a nude beach where everyone was naked, and another was posing for a camera.
- That's perfect, I think.
Alejandro got up from his seat and took a camera out of a drawer on the desk. He gestured to the door they had entered through. As he left the office, Penelope was alone at the reception. She looked up as soon as she heard the door open, but when she saw Alejandro leaving with the camera in hand, she went back to her tasks.
Alejandro guided Sara to another room. This one was a photography studio. A white screen hung from the ceiling to the floor, and there were tripods and lights in front of it. On one side of the room, there was a black armchair, and in a corner, an improvised changing screen made of a screen. Sara left her purse on the sofa and stood where Alejandro indicated, facing the white screen, while he finished preparing the lights and all the material he needed.
- Can I put some music on if it helps you relax?
Umm, okay.
Alejandro turned on a mini-cassette player that was in a corner, which Sara hadn't noticed before, and the room was soon filled with pop music at a moderate volume. He stood in front of her, camera in hand.
- Are you ready? Sara nodded her head as the only response. - Okay. Stay standing. arms to the sides and look at the camera.
The sound of the flash was like a starting pistol. Alejandro directed her in different poses, from the side, sitting on his ankles, sitting with her arms wrapped around her legs, and many more. Sara lost count of how many photos she had taken, as well as how much time she had been posing. After one photo, where she was lying on her stomach with her legs flexed and her heels almost at her butt, Alejandro lowered the camera and told her to get up.
- Alright, we've got enough. Get up and take off your clothes. - he said while reviewing the photos he had taken.
Sara froze in place, still unsure if she had heard correctly when Alejandro looked up from the camera.
- Is something wrong?
- Hmm... I thought we agreed that I would talk to my boyfriend about the erotic photographs.
- Yes, of course.
- Hmm... You asked me... - she said while slowly getting up and speaking more softly. - to take off my clothes.
- Sorry, I didn't mean all your clothes. I need you to stay in underwear for the lingerie and swimwear marks.
- Ahh, sorry. I hadn't understood. Sorry, sorry so much.
- Don't worry about it. When you're ready, stay in underwear. You can take off your clothes behind the screen if you want. - he said pointing it out.
Sara was almost going to run behind the screen to take off her clothes, but she thought it could be the moment to show that she wasn't ashamed. Standing there, she started undressing until she was left with a small thong and a bra that did its best to contain her incredible pair of breasts. Alejandro barely paid attention to her, which relaxed her a bit while he reviewed the camera and other equipment.
- Very well, let's do the same poses again. On your feet, arms at your sides.
The session lasted much less time since Sara had just done the same poses and didn't need as many instructions as before. In the last photos, Sara began to feel a tingling sensation in her groin area. Taking advantage of a position change, she passed her hand over the thong and noticed it was slightly wet. She had never considered herself an exhibitionist, although she did like the looks some guys gave her on the street or at the beach. At this moment, she didn't want to give it much importance, not with Alejandro in front of her, and only hoped he wouldn't notice.
- Perfect, we're done here. - said after the last flash from the camera. - Get dressed and Penélope will finish collecting the data we need from you. As soon as we have any job offers, we'll call you. Do you have any questions?
- No, no. Thank you very much.
Alejandro turned around and left her alone in the room. Sara began to get dressed, and a few minutes later, Penélope entered with a measuring tape and a portfolio in her hands. With quick and expert hands, she took all the measurements, more than the three typical ones expected of Sara. She was writing everything down in the portfolio, as well as the personal information needed, and when she had it all, she accompanied her to the door.
The sound of the television flooded the living room. Sara was sitting on the sofa, reclined against a headrest and her legs were up on it, not paying attention to the TV or the beer that had been opened and was now on the coffee table, making a puddle of water from condensation. Sara was lost in thought, replaying one session after another of the photos she had taken. She had been uncomfortable and nervous at first, but then it started to appeal to her. Feeling the attention of the camera pose after pose had awakened something very deep inside her, something too similar to excitement.
Sara passed her hand over her leg, almost unconsciously, and was surprised to find how hot her groin area was. When she touched herself, she noticed that she was wet and a small shiver ran down her spine as her clitoris rubbed against the fabric of her underwear.
She got up and walked quickly to close the curtains in the living room, not wanting anyone to see her at that moment. She took off her pants and sat back down like before. She started to caress herself slowly over the thong. How wet she was reminded her that after taking the photos, she had seen a small stain of humidity on it. I hope Alejandro didn't notice, she thought, still caressing herself, which excited her even more.
She pushed Alejandro out of her thoughts and tried to focus only on the camera. She started to imagine herself in front of it, slowly taking off her clothes and, flash after flash, it was immortalizing the deepest part of her being. She put her hand under the thong and started to masturbate, passing her fingers between her lips and massaging her clitoris. She imagined herself on all fours with the camera right behind, focusing on her pussy. Passing one hand between her legs, trying to cover what she could, then opening her lips with her fingers, leaving herself even more exposed.
A noise at the door made her come out of her reverie. A leap and went towards her as she was opening up. Pedro entered the reception room thinking about his things and when he looked up, he found Sara coming towards him with only a shirt and a thong that was moving and leaving half of her pussy in the air. With a slam, she closed the door, almost at the same moment she was rushing towards him. She grabbed his chest and, with the momentum, pushed him against the wall. Quickly, their mouths met and Sara gave him the wildest and most violent kiss he had ever received in all their years of relationship.
- What's wrong, sweetheart? - Pedro asked when they finally separated.
- I'm hot, baby. I need you here. - she replied, leading his hand to her pussy.
Pedro immediately noticed it was wet and hot like few times before. He wondered for a few seconds what had excited her so much, but the next kiss took all questions out of his mind.
- Stop, stop for a moment. I just arrived and need to shower.
- You can shower later.
Sara dragged him into the living room and pushed him against the sofa. Like a wild animal, she pounced on him and started struggling with his belt and pants. He helped her undress him and soon had both his pants and boxers down around his ankles. Sara gave him a deep kiss while climbing onto him. With her feet on the sofa and holding onto his neck with one hand, she positioned herself right above his cock, which was already fully erect. Holding onto him with one hand, she let herself fall, taking all of his cock in one stroke.
Pedro didn't have an enormous cock like those seen in the most explicit porn videos, but his 15 centimeters had always been more than enough to take her to orgasm. He started riding him while interchanging moans with kissing her. Sara was going at such a fast pace that Pedro's cock would come out of her when she climbed too high. When this happened, she would re-embed herself and... He dedicated to making waves forward and backward with my hips. This made Pedro's cock give in the exact place that she liked most. - I'm going to come! - Pedro warned when they had been at it for a while, having such intense sex. - Wait... - she said, moaning in his ear by her side. - Not yet... I'm almost there... Let's come together. Pedro did everything he could to try to hold on, but she didn't slow down or stop the moans at any moment and he ended up coming inside her. Shot after shot of semen flooded her and that warmth triggered her orgasm. Small convulsions ran all over her body and she lost strength, lying on top of him as she recovered. - Wow! - was all Pedro could express. When Sara had recovered a bit, she looked at him and Pedro saw in them all the love and adoration he felt for her. He leaned forward to give her another kiss, but she leaned back, moving away from him and putting her finger on his lips. - Ah, ah. You smell terrible. Go take a shower while I clean up this mess. Pedro just smiled at that comment. Sara got up, removing herself from on top of him, and with the same thong she had on, cleaned up a bit of her pussy and cum coming out of her. Then she picked up all the clothes scattered around and took them to wash. He got up and went to the shower, he'd ask her later what it was all about.
Once both were showered and clean, they sat down to eat
- How did the interview go? That's why you're in such good humor?
- Yes, exactly because of that.
Although he wasn't lying, he didn't want to tell her how much she had gotten excited about the whole photo thing. He quickly explained how it went with Alejandro, what types of jobs he was going to try to find for him and the photos he took. Pedro felt a small stab of nerves when Sara told him how she had stayed in underwear in front of him and posed for his camera, but he didn't interrupt her and let her continue talking. Sara left the part about erotic photographs until the end.
For a few moments, she thought about not saying anything and forgetting about it, but if they didn't come up with anything and had to seriously consider that option, it would be better to talk about it sooner rather than later.
- He also mentioned the possibility of working as an erotic model. - he said slowly, looking at him, evaluating his reaction.
- As an erotic model? - he said, leaving his fork halfway between his mouth and the plate.
- Yes.
- And what does that exactly consist of?
- Well, artistic nudes, promotion of art boots for adults, videos... I was masturbating alone. He told me no, that we should talk about it first at least.
- I don't know...
- Yeah, but if nothing works out, maybe we should start thinking seriously about it.
- Sara saw the doubt starting to cross Pedro's eyes.
- Besides, he said I could go as far as I wanted, that I wouldn't have to work with other models.
- Honestly... I don't know what to tell you. You've really caught me off guard with this. - Pedro said with genuine surprise in his voice. Sara didn't think he was angry or annoyed with the idea, just surprised.
Look, we can think about it calmly, without rushing. We'll give ourselves a week or two and see if anything comes up. Besides, it wouldn't be the first time I'd undressed in front of more people. ahead, we're going to nude beaches. - Yes, but it's not exactly the same. - I know. - Well, let me think about it for a few days. Sara regretted having said that a little bit. The rest of the meal was a bit awkward.
A week later nothing had changed for them. They were still unable to find work and the bank account was getting emptier by the day. Sara hadn't received a single call from the agency. Alejandro had told her that she wouldn't get many modeling jobs and it seemed he wasn't wrong. On the same Tuesday, seven days after their uncomfortable conversation, they were both sitting on the sofa.
Sara was nervous and looked at Pedro out of the corner of her eye while pretending to be interested in what was being shown on TV. She picked up her phone trying to distract herself, but nothing worked. During these days, Pedro and she had barely spoken and each passing day had brought more tension into the air.
- Darling.
Pedro's voice startled her and she turned to look at him. As always, she could read his face like an open book. Pedro was nervous and restless and she wasn't far behind.
- Yes?
- It's been a week since we last talked about it and... things are only getting worse. I think... if you want to try modeling erotic content... I won't object.
- Are you sure?
- Yes. It's not something that excites me, but we need the money.
- That's true. Plus, I'll only pose naked if I'm alone, without anyone else. Just photos or videos, it's not a big deal. - she said more to convince herself than him.
- I'm worried about what they might do with that material.
- Don't think about it either, baby.
- And in the meantime, I'll keep looking for work. This is just a bad streak we're going through, we'll get out of this together. - Pedro said as he approached her and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips.
Sara searched the agenda until she found the agency's number. She looked up at Pedro, seeking his consent once more. He nodded silently with his head. Sara pressed the call button and took the phone to her ear.
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Sara opened WhatsApp for the umpteenth time and went to the conversation with her friend Nuria. Her last message read, I'll be there soon. It had already been 15 minutes since then. When thinking about what to write back, a loud noise, like someone falling into a chair, startled her. Looking up, she found herself face to face with her friend's hazel-eyed gaze.
- Sorry for the delay, you wouldn't believe how hard it was to park.
- You could have warned me; my coffee has probably gone cold by now.
- Well, that's what happens when you ask without me, now if you want I'll buy you another one.
Nuria lifted her hand to try to get the attention of the waitress who was walking between the tables. It wasn't like Nuria needed to do much to draw attention; her 1.85-meter height already did that for her. She maintained a slender and athletic build, with a well-proportioned body that, although she only stood out due to her height, knew how to show off everything she had. Her brown hair reaching down to her shoulders framed a face with stylized features and fine lips that were always smiling, as if that was her natural position.
It cost Sara not to compare herself to her. She was the opposite of Nuria, yes. Her 1.55-meter height couldn't compete with Nuria's, but she was very proud of her body. Her broad hips and generous breasts attracted almost more glances than her friend. Additionally, her natural red hair that fell to the middle of her back made her seem exotic and wild.
Once the waitress took their order, Nuria turned towards her friend again.
- And so? How are things going at home?
- Well, everything is just as black.
- Haven't you found anything yet?
- No, Pedro has an interview today, so I'm crossing my fingers, but I haven't found anything. We'll see if I make it to the exams, they're in five months.
- Well, five months will pass quickly. You'll probably get it and start teaching.
- I doubt it very much. If we don't find something, in two months we'll have to start looking for a cheaper place, or we'll go back to the village directly.
- That bad is it? - she said, her smile fading slightly.
The waitress arrived with Nuria's coffee, Sara hadn't ordered another one after all. The interruption gave Sara a moment to think. Yes, things were really that bad. She and her partner, Pedro, had moved to the city from their hometown looking for better job opportunities and to distance themselves a bit from both families, which had never fully accepted each other's partners.
Things had gone moderately well in the city, they had part-time jobs and even graduated from university, but then came the crisis and they lost their jobs. With the savings they had set aside, they had been surviving, trying to find work and get through the situation, but it was getting unsustainable.
- Yes, it's pretty bad.
- I'm going to the gym with you because I already paid for it...
- You could have told me, you could help us a bit with the bills and...
- No. - Sara cut her off mid-sentence. - We're very... good friends, but we've gotten ourselves into this one alone. Besides, I don't know when I could return it to you.
- That's why you don't have to worry about it, but good, if it's not with money, at least let me give you this.
Nuria pulled out a white card from her purse and handed it to Sara. As Sara took it, she read what was written on it. R&M Models. Modeling Agency. She recognized the name immediately, since Nuria had talked about her work as a model for them many times. Being a model wasn't something Sara had ever thought of before, so she looked at her friend and raised an eyebrow.
- Give them a chance, friend. They work with models for everything that might be needed by a model. From clothes, lingerie, artistic posing, and even for film extras.
- I don't know. I don't see myself as a model. - She said with some hesitation while taking the card and putting it in her purse.
- Trust me. Call them and they'll definitely give you a job somewhere. You won't lose anything by trying.
- That's true. - She said with a slight sigh. - Come on, finish your coffee, we're going to be late at the gym.
At 12 in the morning, Sara arrived at her house. Although she could have seemed chubby at first glance, especially due to her wide hips and generous breasts, her gym routine kept her in shape and made her not tired from all the exercise or having to climb the stairs to get to the fourth-floor apartment where she lived.
The house was small, with a direct entrance into the living room, which was almost entirely occupied by a sofa, a coffee table, a TV, and a table for four people. From the living room, you entered a small kitchen, where it would have been tight for both of them to move around at the same time, a small balcony where they had the washing machine and hung their clothes, and a hallway.
One of the rooms was used as storage, although it was now almost empty since they had sold many things. They had talked more than once about renting out the room to have some income, but the house was already quite small for the two of them, let alone if they brought in a third person. Besides, Pedro didn't really like the idea of bringing a stranger into their home.
Sara went to the kitchen and opened the fridge, which was alarmingly empty. With what little she had, she managed to start making something minimally edible. When she was doing that, she heard the door opening.
I'm home, said Pedro as he entered.
In the kitchen, darling.
Pedro arrived at the kitchen door and leaned against the frame. Sara was cutting potatoes with her back to him. He loved this view of hers from behind, with a skirt that barely reached mid-thigh and red hair falling in waves down her back. At other times, this simple view would have made him smile and think impure thoughts, but right now he wasn't in the mood for it. Sara turned around and nothing more than looking at him in the eyes already knew the answer to the question she hadn't formulated yet.
- Haven't they caught you, haven't they?
- No, it didn't go very well that's said.
Sara approached him and wrapped her arms around him. She stood on tiptoes and planted a light kiss on his lips.
- Well, nothing bad will happen. Something will come out in the end.
Sara went back with what she had and Pedro enjoyed the view of her ass for a few more moments before going to take a shower. Once he was clean and had prepared dinner, they sat down at the dining table. Pedro told him in detail how his interview had gone and when Sara was about to talk about her day, she remembered the card Nuria had given her.
- Nuria gave me her agent's number. Well, the agency's.
Pedro stopped dead in his tracks, with his fork halfway between his mouth and the plate.
- She told me to call them, that maybe they could get me a job as a model. - In Sara's voice, her insecurity was reflected, even more so seeing that Pedro wasn't saying anything or moving.
- That's fantastic! - Pedro exclaimed, dropping his fork on the plate and drawing a big smile. - Have you called yet?
- No, not yet. I just remembered I had it. - Sara visibly relaxed at seeing her boyfriend's joy.
- You should call. If she works as a model, you must be able to too with your body.
Her boyfriend always knew what to say to cheer her up. Seeing that he was supporting her in this, she decided to call the agency that same afternoon.
After two rings, they picked up the phone and a woman's voice emerged from the other end.
- R&M models, good afternoon. How can I help you?
- Good afternoon. A friend gave me your number for me to call and see if you can offer me any work as a model.
- Very well, what field is she interested in?
- Eh... I don't know very well. My friend had told me that you worked with models for almost any job.
- That's true, but according to... Interested, I can arrange a meeting with an agent or another one for you. - Well, to be honest, I hadn't thought about it. - Don't worry, I can organize a general meeting and see where it fits better, but the schedule is a bit tighter right now. Sara's heart sank a little when she heard those last words. Not everything had to be as nice as it seemed, surely they would give her an appointment for inside a month or two. - I have a free slot available in three days. At 11 am. Does that date work for you? - Yes, of course! - exclaimed Sara while joy and illusion returned to her body. - Fine. Tell me your full name and mobile number and we'll confirm the meeting. Sara finished giving him the data so he could register it on the system and screamed with joy when she hung up the call. Pedro entered the living room alarmed and Sara launched herself at his shoulders, planting a kiss on his lips with force and fervor that hadn't been done in a long time.
The offices of R&M models were on the fifth floor of a central building. Sara had decided to take the bus so as not to have parking problems. Besides, there was a stop right next to the building, so she wouldn't have to walk too far. She had left with time to spare in case the bus was delayed or she got stuck in traffic, due to which she arrived almost 20 minutes before the scheduled hour.
She had put on high heels for the interview, which accentuated her figure and short stature, a black skirt with a slight flair that reached her thigh, and a pink top with short sleeves that left her shoulders bare. Due to the size of her breasts, not wearing a bra wasn't an option, or she would be drawing too much attention on the street and she didn't like it when perverts stared at her. So she wore a simple but not very modest white lingerie set with no straps.
Upon entering the office, she found a small reception area. On both sides of the door were armchairs that seemed quite comfortable. Along the other three walls were five doors, one labeled bathrooms, and a pair of abstract paintings. The center of the reception was dominated by a counter, behind which sat a blonde girl who looked up from her computer screen to greet her.
Good morning, can I help you with anything?
Eh... Yes. I have an appointment.
The blue eyes hidden behind glasses scanned her from top to bottom. Sara was used to men staring at her on the street or at parties, but the way this girl looked at her intimidated her much more than any other gaze before. Her nerves and thoughts that she didn't belong there intensified inside her.
Tell me your name, she asked.
Sara.
She replied, reaching the counter.
Well, I'm Penélope, she said while started typing on the computer. - Nice to meet you. - Likewise. After a time that seemed too long and uncomfortable to Sara, Penélope found her date on the computer. - You have an appointment at 11 am with Mr. Alejandro. You arrived a little early. - Yes, I've been lucky and didn't get stuck in traffic or anything. - You did well coming early, parking is impossible around here. - Yes, that's why I came by bus. - Quick girl. - she said with a slight smile, which surprisingly relaxed Sara a bit. - Mr. Alejandro is currently busy with another girl, you can wait for him here in the chairs. Do you want a coffee or a glass of water? - No, thank you very much. I'll sit down. Sara sat down on one of the sofas and took out her phone. There were still 15 minutes until 11 am, so she decided to keep reading to pass the time. Every now and then she looked at Penélope, who was busy with the computer and didn't seem to be paying much attention. At 10 minutes to 11, the door on the left wall opened and a very tall, blonde girl with a high ponytail came out of the room. Her legs seemed like kilometers long and were wrapped in tight jeans. She wore sandals with straps that had only two centimeters of heel. On top she was wearing a white midriff-baring top that seemed to be about to burst trying to contain her breasts. It wasn't that she had many breasts, Sara looked at hers own comparing them and possibly she had more, but the top was so tight that Sara would have sworn she was at least two sizes too small for it. The girl was so thin that her hip bones were visible. - How are you, how's it going Anabel? - asked Penélope as she saw her come out. Anabel walked past Sara without even looking at her and approached the counter. She leaned against it, leaving her ass in pump towards Sara without any kind of repair. Sara's nerves were growing at each second that passed. If that, or her friend, was the type of girls who usually hired, she didn't have a single chance. She started thinking she was too short, had a few extra pounds, wasn't as pretty. When her self-esteem almost hit rock bottom and was about to get up and leave, the two girls interrupted their conversation.
- Sara. - said Penélope, calling out to her attention.
- You can go through that door now. - she said, pointing towards the door Anabel had just left through.
- Mu... Many thanks. - replied, her voice breaking with nerves.
Sara got up and went towards the door indicated. When she was crossing it, she heard from behind how Anabel asked Penélope: New girl? The response, although obvious, was lost as she closed the door behind herself.
The office she entered was quite large. On the wall opposite the one she had entered were two window seats with views of the park in front of the building, while the other walls were occupied by photographs of women in various states of dress, from fully clothed to completely naked. To one side of the room there was a black L-shaped sofa, and on the other side a wooden desk with two chairs in front and one behind, occupied by a man of middle age.
Alejandro barely looked thirty years old, although he was already forty-two, and wore an executive blue marine suit. He was perfectly shaven and had short hair that was quite formal. When Sara entered the room, Pedro got up and pointed to the chairs in front of the desk with one hand, as if inviting her to take a seat.
- Good morning, please sit down.
- Good morning. - replied Sara while sitting down.
- Sara, isn't it?
- Yes.
- I'm Alejandro. - he said, shaking her hand. - According to Penélope, you were recommended by one of our girls, although you don't have a clear idea of what area you want to work in, right? - That's it, my friend Nuria gave me your business card. She told me that you work with many types of brands and models. - Nuria? A tall girl, brown hair, thin? - Yes. - Good. If you come recommended by her, we can definitely make room for you, but your chances of getting a modeling job aren't very high. Sara froze when she heard him say that. She hadn't expected such a direct response. - I'll be completely honest with you. You're too short for runway modeling, but maybe I have something for you as a flight attendant in conventions, lingerie model, swimwear, bikinis. We could even open up more opportunities. Have you ever thought about erotic modeling? - I... - Sara had to take a few seconds to respond. - No, I hadn't thought about it. - Although you don't have height, you have a good body, well-proportioned. That's something we can work with. Let's see, stand up for a moment and turn around yourself. Sara stood up from the chair, a little nervous. Alejandro looked her up and down as she turned. She was used to the looks boys gave her already outside on the street, at the beach, at the gym, etc. But the scrutiny he subjected her to in this moment made her more nervous than any other in her life. - It's not bad. Yes, I think I could find you work in any of those areas. - Exactly what is erotic modeling? - Completely naked or suggestive poses, solo or accompanied. Advertisements for different brands of adult products. - he replied with a neutral tone, as if reciting a shopping list. - I don't know if I could undress in front of a camera. - Are you shy? Are you uncomfortable with your own body or something like that? - No. It's just that I have a boyfriend and I don't know how he would take it. - Ahmmm, I see. We often have this problem, don't worry about it. In this job She can go as far as she wants. If it doesn't bother her, we can start by taking some photos for your portfolio, sending them to a couple of event organizing companies, the clothing brands we work with, and talking to your boyfriend about being an adult content model. When you've decided, let us know if we expand or not your portfolio.
Alejandro was so understanding about his negative response that it calmed Sara down a bit. She wasn't shy and was very proud of her body. She had gone many times with Pedro to nude beaches, so she didn't have an excessive problem with being seen naked, but one thing was posing for a camera in a nude beach where everyone was naked, and another was posing for a camera.
- That's perfect, I think.
Alejandro got up from his seat and took a camera out of a drawer on the desk. He gestured to the door they had entered through. As he left the office, Penelope was alone at the reception. She looked up as soon as she heard the door open, but when she saw Alejandro leaving with the camera in hand, she went back to her tasks.
Alejandro guided Sara to another room. This one was a photography studio. A white screen hung from the ceiling to the floor, and there were tripods and lights in front of it. On one side of the room, there was a black armchair, and in a corner, an improvised changing screen made of a screen. Sara left her purse on the sofa and stood where Alejandro indicated, facing the white screen, while he finished preparing the lights and all the material he needed.
- Can I put some music on if it helps you relax?
Umm, okay.
Alejandro turned on a mini-cassette player that was in a corner, which Sara hadn't noticed before, and the room was soon filled with pop music at a moderate volume. He stood in front of her, camera in hand.
- Are you ready? Sara nodded her head as the only response. - Okay. Stay standing. arms to the sides and look at the camera.
The sound of the flash was like a starting pistol. Alejandro directed her in different poses, from the side, sitting on his ankles, sitting with her arms wrapped around her legs, and many more. Sara lost count of how many photos she had taken, as well as how much time she had been posing. After one photo, where she was lying on her stomach with her legs flexed and her heels almost at her butt, Alejandro lowered the camera and told her to get up.
- Alright, we've got enough. Get up and take off your clothes. - he said while reviewing the photos he had taken.
Sara froze in place, still unsure if she had heard correctly when Alejandro looked up from the camera.
- Is something wrong?
- Hmm... I thought we agreed that I would talk to my boyfriend about the erotic photographs.
- Yes, of course.
- Hmm... You asked me... - she said while slowly getting up and speaking more softly. - to take off my clothes.
- Sorry, I didn't mean all your clothes. I need you to stay in underwear for the lingerie and swimwear marks.
- Ahh, sorry. I hadn't understood. Sorry, sorry so much.
- Don't worry about it. When you're ready, stay in underwear. You can take off your clothes behind the screen if you want. - he said pointing it out.
Sara was almost going to run behind the screen to take off her clothes, but she thought it could be the moment to show that she wasn't ashamed. Standing there, she started undressing until she was left with a small thong and a bra that did its best to contain her incredible pair of breasts. Alejandro barely paid attention to her, which relaxed her a bit while he reviewed the camera and other equipment.
- Very well, let's do the same poses again. On your feet, arms at your sides.
The session lasted much less time since Sara had just done the same poses and didn't need as many instructions as before. In the last photos, Sara began to feel a tingling sensation in her groin area. Taking advantage of a position change, she passed her hand over the thong and noticed it was slightly wet. She had never considered herself an exhibitionist, although she did like the looks some guys gave her on the street or at the beach. At this moment, she didn't want to give it much importance, not with Alejandro in front of her, and only hoped he wouldn't notice.
- Perfect, we're done here. - said after the last flash from the camera. - Get dressed and Penélope will finish collecting the data we need from you. As soon as we have any job offers, we'll call you. Do you have any questions?
- No, no. Thank you very much.
Alejandro turned around and left her alone in the room. Sara began to get dressed, and a few minutes later, Penélope entered with a measuring tape and a portfolio in her hands. With quick and expert hands, she took all the measurements, more than the three typical ones expected of Sara. She was writing everything down in the portfolio, as well as the personal information needed, and when she had it all, she accompanied her to the door.
The sound of the television flooded the living room. Sara was sitting on the sofa, reclined against a headrest and her legs were up on it, not paying attention to the TV or the beer that had been opened and was now on the coffee table, making a puddle of water from condensation. Sara was lost in thought, replaying one session after another of the photos she had taken. She had been uncomfortable and nervous at first, but then it started to appeal to her. Feeling the attention of the camera pose after pose had awakened something very deep inside her, something too similar to excitement.
Sara passed her hand over her leg, almost unconsciously, and was surprised to find how hot her groin area was. When she touched herself, she noticed that she was wet and a small shiver ran down her spine as her clitoris rubbed against the fabric of her underwear.
She got up and walked quickly to close the curtains in the living room, not wanting anyone to see her at that moment. She took off her pants and sat back down like before. She started to caress herself slowly over the thong. How wet she was reminded her that after taking the photos, she had seen a small stain of humidity on it. I hope Alejandro didn't notice, she thought, still caressing herself, which excited her even more.
She pushed Alejandro out of her thoughts and tried to focus only on the camera. She started to imagine herself in front of it, slowly taking off her clothes and, flash after flash, it was immortalizing the deepest part of her being. She put her hand under the thong and started to masturbate, passing her fingers between her lips and massaging her clitoris. She imagined herself on all fours with the camera right behind, focusing on her pussy. Passing one hand between her legs, trying to cover what she could, then opening her lips with her fingers, leaving herself even more exposed.
A noise at the door made her come out of her reverie. A leap and went towards her as she was opening up. Pedro entered the reception room thinking about his things and when he looked up, he found Sara coming towards him with only a shirt and a thong that was moving and leaving half of her pussy in the air. With a slam, she closed the door, almost at the same moment she was rushing towards him. She grabbed his chest and, with the momentum, pushed him against the wall. Quickly, their mouths met and Sara gave him the wildest and most violent kiss he had ever received in all their years of relationship.
- What's wrong, sweetheart? - Pedro asked when they finally separated.
- I'm hot, baby. I need you here. - she replied, leading his hand to her pussy.
Pedro immediately noticed it was wet and hot like few times before. He wondered for a few seconds what had excited her so much, but the next kiss took all questions out of his mind.
- Stop, stop for a moment. I just arrived and need to shower.
- You can shower later.
Sara dragged him into the living room and pushed him against the sofa. Like a wild animal, she pounced on him and started struggling with his belt and pants. He helped her undress him and soon had both his pants and boxers down around his ankles. Sara gave him a deep kiss while climbing onto him. With her feet on the sofa and holding onto his neck with one hand, she positioned herself right above his cock, which was already fully erect. Holding onto him with one hand, she let herself fall, taking all of his cock in one stroke.
Pedro didn't have an enormous cock like those seen in the most explicit porn videos, but his 15 centimeters had always been more than enough to take her to orgasm. He started riding him while interchanging moans with kissing her. Sara was going at such a fast pace that Pedro's cock would come out of her when she climbed too high. When this happened, she would re-embed herself and... He dedicated to making waves forward and backward with my hips. This made Pedro's cock give in the exact place that she liked most. - I'm going to come! - Pedro warned when they had been at it for a while, having such intense sex. - Wait... - she said, moaning in his ear by her side. - Not yet... I'm almost there... Let's come together. Pedro did everything he could to try to hold on, but she didn't slow down or stop the moans at any moment and he ended up coming inside her. Shot after shot of semen flooded her and that warmth triggered her orgasm. Small convulsions ran all over her body and she lost strength, lying on top of him as she recovered. - Wow! - was all Pedro could express. When Sara had recovered a bit, she looked at him and Pedro saw in them all the love and adoration he felt for her. He leaned forward to give her another kiss, but she leaned back, moving away from him and putting her finger on his lips. - Ah, ah. You smell terrible. Go take a shower while I clean up this mess. Pedro just smiled at that comment. Sara got up, removing herself from on top of him, and with the same thong she had on, cleaned up a bit of her pussy and cum coming out of her. Then she picked up all the clothes scattered around and took them to wash. He got up and went to the shower, he'd ask her later what it was all about.
Once both were showered and clean, they sat down to eat
- How did the interview go? That's why you're in such good humor?
- Yes, exactly because of that.
Although he wasn't lying, he didn't want to tell her how much she had gotten excited about the whole photo thing. He quickly explained how it went with Alejandro, what types of jobs he was going to try to find for him and the photos he took. Pedro felt a small stab of nerves when Sara told him how she had stayed in underwear in front of him and posed for his camera, but he didn't interrupt her and let her continue talking. Sara left the part about erotic photographs until the end.
For a few moments, she thought about not saying anything and forgetting about it, but if they didn't come up with anything and had to seriously consider that option, it would be better to talk about it sooner rather than later.
- He also mentioned the possibility of working as an erotic model. - he said slowly, looking at him, evaluating his reaction.
- As an erotic model? - he said, leaving his fork halfway between his mouth and the plate.
- Yes.
- And what does that exactly consist of?
- Well, artistic nudes, promotion of art boots for adults, videos... I was masturbating alone. He told me no, that we should talk about it first at least.
- I don't know...
- Yeah, but if nothing works out, maybe we should start thinking seriously about it.
- Sara saw the doubt starting to cross Pedro's eyes.
- Besides, he said I could go as far as I wanted, that I wouldn't have to work with other models.
- Honestly... I don't know what to tell you. You've really caught me off guard with this. - Pedro said with genuine surprise in his voice. Sara didn't think he was angry or annoyed with the idea, just surprised.
Look, we can think about it calmly, without rushing. We'll give ourselves a week or two and see if anything comes up. Besides, it wouldn't be the first time I'd undressed in front of more people. ahead, we're going to nude beaches. - Yes, but it's not exactly the same. - I know. - Well, let me think about it for a few days. Sara regretted having said that a little bit. The rest of the meal was a bit awkward.
A week later nothing had changed for them. They were still unable to find work and the bank account was getting emptier by the day. Sara hadn't received a single call from the agency. Alejandro had told her that she wouldn't get many modeling jobs and it seemed he wasn't wrong. On the same Tuesday, seven days after their uncomfortable conversation, they were both sitting on the sofa.
Sara was nervous and looked at Pedro out of the corner of her eye while pretending to be interested in what was being shown on TV. She picked up her phone trying to distract herself, but nothing worked. During these days, Pedro and she had barely spoken and each passing day had brought more tension into the air.
- Darling.
Pedro's voice startled her and she turned to look at him. As always, she could read his face like an open book. Pedro was nervous and restless and she wasn't far behind.
- Yes?
- It's been a week since we last talked about it and... things are only getting worse. I think... if you want to try modeling erotic content... I won't object.
- Are you sure?
- Yes. It's not something that excites me, but we need the money.
- That's true. Plus, I'll only pose naked if I'm alone, without anyone else. Just photos or videos, it's not a big deal. - she said more to convince herself than him.
- I'm worried about what they might do with that material.
- Don't think about it either, baby.
- And in the meantime, I'll keep looking for work. This is just a bad streak we're going through, we'll get out of this together. - Pedro said as he approached her and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips.
Sara searched the agenda until she found the agency's number. She looked up at Pedro, seeking his consent once more. He nodded silently with his head. Sara pressed the call button and took the phone to her ear.
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