A Model Used (Closed)

[DeepBlue89]

Sophomore year in community college in New York city. Yeah, I really fitted in with the majority of twenty-something year olds in the Big Apple. I didn't really know what to do with my life; I wasn't interested in working in a big corporate building like most young hopefuls, nor was I interested in academia or research. Quite frankly, I didn't know anything about my life...which was a bit of a burden being so far away from my small hometown in Illinois. I had some money, thankfully, in my bank account. Unfortunately, that was running out so I needed a job of some sorts. I've had a few jobs since I've got here - I was a waitress for a while, a telemarketer for two weeks and even a barista for just a few days. It wasn't until I took a look at my Instagram profile that I noticed that what my true calling might be modeling, of all things.

I mean, I had the looks for it. I was a leggy twenty-one year old brunette. I was fit and shaped for it; perky 38C cup breasts and rose and fell with each breath I took, shapely hips, fit thighs...though most men were appealed by my plump round ass. Still, whatever - I had over one thousand followers and I had barely but a handful of selfies.

Now, I wasn't stupid - I knew that I had to be careful. New York was filled with scam artists and con men. So I did my research and came across a man named Tommy McArthur who, according to ModelsInNY.com, was a five out of five star man who could get anyone's modeling career going. He required his potential models to have some experience which I pretty much lacked altogether. Still, I wasn't one to give up, so I sent him this email.

...​

Hey Tommy!

I'm a twenty year old model in the city and I'm looking for some work. Unfortunately, I'm not too experienced but I'm sure that I've got what it takes. Enclosed with this email is a candid that I've taken to show you what I'm capable of. If you're interested in my work, let me know and I'll be more than happy to get to shooting with you.

Toodles,
Amy Smith

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Yeah, that photo was something that I took with my cellphone, a timer and a thong but hopefully, I would get a response from him by the end of the day. Meanwhile, I wasn't going to put all my eggs in one basket. I was going to keep going with my research and find someone else, just in case. It wasn't as if I was going to get a reply in ten minutes. I was an optimist, but I wasn't an idiot.

 

[StFornicate]

My eyes practically bugged out of my head when I got the email from Amy Smith. I got a lot of emails from aspiring models, but often they thought a little too much of themselves and weren't nearly as attractive as they pretended to be. But this one... I could tell right away she hadn't even used Photoshop on the pic she sent!

I quickly did some research, and it wasn't too difficult to find her on social media. Instagram had some nice selfies she had posted, and I was more than convinced. She would be mine, all mine. She seemed like a sweet girl, innocent and naive and friendly, quite ripe for what I was cooking up for her...

Much later that evening, I sent her a reply, which read:

Hello Amy. Thank you for your interest in shooting with me. My schedule is quite packed for the next few weeks, but I just had a model fail to show up this evening. I'm in a bit of a bind. I have a room all set up tonight at the Southtown Hotel, paid for and everything, and no model to shoot! If you are available tonight, I would love to shoot you, and I will pay you $200 for your time and the photos.

Sincerely,
Tommy McArthur

 

[DeepBlue89]

I was minding my own business, going through Google and finding more photographers that could potentially kick start my modeling career. That is, until my cell phone interrupted the silence in my one bedroom apartment with a loud notification. I got a new email. Wait...really?

I hurried up and closed the window I had opened up with Google Chrome and jumped right into my inbox. One new message from Tommy!

Hello Amy. Thank you for your interest in shooting with me. My schedule is quite packed for the next few weeks, but I just had a model fail to show up this evening. I'm in a bit of a bind. I have a room all set up tonight at the Southtown Hotel, paid for and everything, and no model to shoot! If you are available tonight, I would love to shoot you, and I will pay you $200 for your time and the photos.

Sincerely,
Tommy McArthur
​

Tonight?

I glanced to the bottom right of my computer and saw that it was already 11 PM. I bit my bottom lip nervously, since it was pretty late but this could have been one of the biggest opportunities in my life. So, for the first time in a long while I felt myself getting excited as I wrote back:

"Hey Tommy!

I'm so glad to hear from you. It just so happens that I'm free for some photos tonight. If you are still available, I could meet you at the Southtown Hotel in about twenty minutes. Reply to me as soon as you can and let me know if I should bring anything specific to wear.

Thanks again,
Amy Smith"​

Now all I could do is wait. I'd give him about fifteen minutes or so.

 

[StFornicate]

Tommy's email dinged on his smartphone. The forty-three year old man took a look at the message from Amy Smith and promptly responded.

"Thank you! Yes, please come right away," he wrote. "Wear something tight, form-fitting, and black. I look forward to working with you." He hit send and the email was away. He looked around the motel room. Everything was prepared. Red silk sheets covered the bed, sheets were draped around the bed to conceal the ugly wallpaper, lights were ready to flash... And of course, the props.

An array of handcuffs, chains, leather bindings, even a ball gag were concealed in Tommy's backpack. There was also a sack of weed and an eight-ball of coke, as well as an overabundance of alcohol. He poured himself a drink and smoked a joint as he waited patiently for his prey to arrive.

Of course, there had never been another model that cancelled on him tonight. All just part of the ruse... He rubbed his beer-belly and scratched his balding head as he puffed on the joint. Tonight was going to be a very, very good night...

 

[DeepBlue89]

And almost instantaneously after I sent that email, I received one back. "God damn it this guy works fast..." I thought to myself when skepticism sank in. Just who were those reviews from? I was basing everything involving my decision on that and I didn't know how legitimate it was. Still, it was a reputable website and nothing like Craigslist, heaven forbid. I shrugged off my worries as I read:

"Thank you! Yes, please come right away. Wear something tight, form-fitting, and black. I look forward to working with you." ​

Form fitting? I didn't know what he expected me to wear, so I assumed that (judging from the other photos of different models) that I was expected to wear lingerie or something along those lines...only I didn't own any article of clothing like that. So, I stuck with wearing a black top (which was large enough at the neck so that one of my shoulders were bare), tight booty shorts (which encased perfectly both plump cheeks separately) and three inch heels. I gave myself a quick look at the mirror, brushed my hair and got into my car.

The drive was easy and I was at the motel before I knew it. I was expecting something more grandiose but settled with what was in front of my eyes. I nervously opened the car door and walked inside. I eyed the neon light saying Southtown Hotel...though the o seemed to be buzzing off.

Now...what room was he at again?

 

[StFornicate]

With the twenty minute mark, my joint finished, and Amy Smith's arrival imminent, I snorted a big fat line of cocaine to get myself properly riled up, in anticipation of course. The high was, of course, exquisite as always and I stepped outside the room, not caring about the pile of coke on the bedside table.

I headed out to wait for her. The motel was cheap, and the rooms opened out onto the parking lot. There was a truck stop very close, and several truckers seemed to be milling about, as well as a couple of cheap call girls roaming the place. I headed down to the lobby area, and when I opened the door, there she was...

Her outfit, from behind, was quite similar to the picture she had sent me. Just perfect. I stood there and soaked in her amazing curves, eyeing her greedily up and down, until she turned around.

"Amy Smith?" I asked, a lascivious smile across my face. "Nice to meet you. I'm Tommy McArthur." I approached her, confidently, my eyes looking her up and down. "Yes, you'll do quite well. Even more enticing in the flesh. Your pictures don't do you justice... but I'll be trying to rectify that," I said, coming up next to her and sliding an arm around behind her. "Come on, let's get started, hmm?"

 

[DeepBlue89]

So, I waited her for a little bit and grew more accustomed to my surroundings. Well, accustomed is a big word here; it was more along the lines of me just bearing with the lobby. Something about this didn't feel right...not the photography session, mind you. I'm talking more about this place in general; the truckers and women walking up and about gave me an overall uneasy vibe.

I was lost in my thoughts, so much so that I was caught completely off-guard by a voice from behind me.

"Amy Smith?" the man behind me asked. I stood there, completely dumbfounded until the balding man in front of me seemed familiar. Right! That was Tommy.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Tommy McArthur." he continued, without giving me time to say so much as a word "Yes, you'll do quite well. Even more enticing in the flesh. Your pictures don't do you justice... but I'll be trying to rectify that,"

His hand came up from behind me and slid around my hip, almost possessively.

"Come on, let's get started, hmm?"

"Sure." I said, confidently. That is what photographers looked for, right? Whatever image I conjured up in my head, I was willing to play the part "Just how long is this going to take? Not that I'm impatient or anything..."

 

[StFornicate]

I stopped short at her question. We had just stepped outside and I was leading her on up to my room. I turned and glared at her.

"If you're in such a hurry, you're not the model I thought you were," I said. I started getting upset, pacing in front of her, releasing my hold on her. "True art, real art takes time. If you're not willing to take the time... Then you're not worth my time. Or money," I spat on the sidewalk, turned, and started to walk away, smirking as soon as my back was to her.

I knew she wouldn't let me get far.

 

[DeepBlue89]

"If you're in such a hurry, you're not the model I thought you were. True art, real art takes time. If you're not willing to take the time... Then you're not worth my time. Or money." he said, as his tone grew increasingly upset towards my comment. I was legitimately scared that he was leaving, so much so that I practically ran up and grabbed his arm.

"W-Wait!" I exclaimed nervously, with just a hint of urgency. "I didn't mean it like that! You have me for as long as it takes, really!"

 

[StFornicate]

"Good girl," I replied, though the disdainful look did not disappear from my face. I had noticed some of the truckers across the way eyeing us, particularly her. She had curves to die for, and her firm round ass was on a lovely display due to the booty shorts she had chosen to wear.

Cat-calls were quickly forthcoming, even a wolf-whistle or two. I grabbed her arm and pulled her along quickly, which only served to exacerbate the shouting. "Right over here," I said, getting to the door. I slid my key card in and out and practically pushed her inside, grabbing her firm ass when I did.

"Whoops, sorry about that," I said with a smirk, shutting the door and locking it behind us. My camera was on the table nearby, and I grabbed it.

"Now, let's see what we can do here," I said, raising it up and snapping a couple quick pictures. I frowned. "Make up. Your make up sucks. There's a mirror over there. Fix it. You're not here to waste my time, are you?"

 

[DeepBlue89]

"Good girl,"

Ugh, did he really have to reply with that? Anyway, I wasn't going to picky right now; whether I wanted to take photos or not, I did not want to spend one more second out here with all those passing truckers looking at me that way. Of course, my outfit was somewhat to blame...

Tommy seemed to want to get out of here quickly. So much so that he practically gripped onto my arm like a hawk and pulled me along his way to the door. The truckers were shouting and I did not like it one bit...

"Right over here," he said, opening the door quickly and shoving me in. Well, if by 'shoving' me in you'd mean grab a handful of my ass.

"Whoops, sorry about that," he then apologized as he went for his camera. He toyed around with it, before continuing "Now, let's see what we can do here,"

He even took it upon himself to take a few quick pictures of me. But...

"Make up. Your make up sucks. There's a mirror over there. Fix it. You're not here to waste my time, are you?"

"Y-Yeah, sure." I said, quickly intimidated by his demeanor. I glanced around the room and found the mirror. Thankfully, in my purse, I had some makeup for on the go. Too bad the light here sucked - if I wasn't so nervous, I'd ask him to turn up the lights but instead found myself leaning over the desk and trying to get some eyeshadow on...

 

[StFornicate]

Perfect. As she bent over doing her make-up, my eyes went straight to that amazing ass in those tiny tight little shorts. I could very clearly envision her just like that, except with my dick stuffed up inside her.

"That's it," I said, snapping another picture or three, taking the opportunity to capture her bent over like that. In fact, I was able to position myself to get an absolutely marvelous view down her top in the mirror, the loose shirt hanging down and letting me spy all over goods.

"Now wiggle that butt for me," I said, stepping back, my camera still on her, my eyes roaming her sexy body.

 

[DeepBlue89]

"That's it,"

I casually glanced back and saw that he had begun the photo shoot without me realizing it. I suppose that it was okay; I mean, the whole "fix your makeup" was a set up, but he was the professional here right? I went along with it and may have even smiled, knowing that I was in more than capable hands.

"Now wiggle that butt for me,"

I found that request odd but went along with it. I wiggled my backside to him and even went as far as moving my hips back and forth.

 

[StFornicate]

There was a familiar rush of blood to my loins as I watched her wiggle that ass and give me a little smirk. Good. She was getting comfortable, enjoying herself even.

"That's just perfect," I said, continuing to take pictures. I got several nice ones, utilizing her reflection in the mirror to great effect.

"Now, over here, kneel on the bed," I ordered her. My growing stiffy was probably obvious in my mesh gym shorts, and I freely adjusted myself right in front of her when she turned around.

 

[DeepBlue89]

"That's just perfect,"

Well, looks like I was doing a good job. Quite frankly, after getting into it, I didn't feel nervous anymore. I think that I was beginning to even enjoy this; I mean, it's hard not to feel pretty great during a photoshoot - my body was so great that it was going to be plastered all over the world. I wondered just what these photos were going to accomplish and in my head I had this idea that I was going to go far. Very far.

And judging from my photographer here adjusting his pants, my beliefs weren't farfetched at all.

"Now, over here, kneel on the bed,"

"Okay." I replied obediently, heading over the bed and kneeling, exposing more of my ass before turning my head back to see him from the corner of my eye.

"Like this?"

 

[StFornicate]

"That's... Just... Perfect..." I said, my camera snapping away at her, getting every luscious angle and view I could find. Her body moved sensuously, naturally, and watching her was like a potent drug.

"Now, yes, like that, bend over a bit more," I said, moving around the bed to get a view down her loose-fitting shirt. "And look up at me. Perfect. Yes, bat those eyelashes, just like that, give me that sexy, half-drunk face..." I said, the camera shuttering rapidly.

 

[DeepBlue89]

"That's... Just... Perfect..."

I moved my hips a tad when he uttered though words slowly and took a few shots. Well it looks like I was working some magic here and had to keep it going. I smiled, or might have even grinned at the sight of him being so fixated and knew that this was going somewhere...

"Now, yes, like that, bend over a bit more,"
"Okay, like this?" I said as I bent over more and he took a few shots.

"And look up at me. Perfect. Yes, bat those eyelashes, just like that, give me that sexy, half-drunk face..."

I looked at him, trying to make facial expressions of being half-asleep and on another planet, just as someone under the influence would. I gave a slight devilish smile as I did so, just to give it more of a seductive effect...

 

[StFornicate]

She truly was an amazing model. She had big things in front of her, for sure.

Like my cock.

I pulled a pair of handcuffs off the table behind me. "Now, let's take it to the next level," I said. "You're an amazing model, doll." I handed her the handcuffs.

"Just twirl them around in your fingers, give me that naughty come-hither look," I encouraged her. My cock was stiff in my shorts, and I made no attempt to hide the obvious erection.

 

[DeepBlue89]

"Now, let's take it to the next level. You're an amazing model, doll."

I remained in my pose, almost horrified the instance I saw him pull out a pair of handcuffs. I froze there, much like a doe in headlights, until he explained himself while he handed me the handcuffs.

"Just twirl them around in your fingers, give me that naughty come-hither look,"

I suppose that I could do that. With the handcuffs hanging onto my index finger, I spun the contraption around a few times and gave a sly smile to the camera just for good measure. I even, somehow, managed to not look at my dear photographer's erection straining the very fabric of his pants.

 

[StFornicate]

She was quite obedient. Doing exactly what I told her, in spite of the flashes of nervousness I saw in her eyes.

"Yes, yes, like that. Now, I want you to snap one of those cuffs around your wrist, and put the other up in your mouth. Bite down on a bit." I moved around behind her. "Look over your shoulder at me. Yep. Perfect."

I snapped away, getting several yummy shots. "Now, with your other hand, slip two fingers under the band of those shorts, and pull down, just a couple inches..." I suggested, my eyes glued to her pert, round ass...