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| “I don’t care how you get it, I want the eight hundred you owe me by Friday or
I’ll throw you out on the street,” Keith said, turning and slamming the front
door to the flat behind him.
Dawn stood stunned and looking at the spot where her landlord had been
standing. Tears filled her eyes as the sound of the slamming door reverberated
around her head. She was more than two months behind with the rent and having
lost her job over a month ago she’d not found a new one since. As it was Monday,
Dawn figured it would be virtually impossible to raise the eight hundred Keith
was demanding.
Tears streaming down her pretty cheeks, Dawn sobbed her way back into her
living room and picked up the local paper, determined to make one more attempt
to find some kind of employment.
Dawn was an attractive, twenty one year old; a brunette with shoulder-length
hair, five six in height and with 36-C breasts. She had pale areolas and rosy
nipples and she was a victim of the recession, like so many of her friends who’d
worked as temps in the London bank that had almost gone bust.
Flicking through the local paper she came across the adult adverts section and
was about to turn the page when an advert at the bottom caught her eye.
“Models wanted.
Test Shoots Taking Place Now.
Good Money For Those Who Pass.”
Under the advert was a phone number. Now, Dawn had never considered modelling
before, as she had never considered herself particularly attractive but she
wasn’t a prude, and she was desperate enough to do almost anything, so she
picked up her mobile phone and dialled the number.
“Hello, Adam’s Modelling Agency,” the female voice said a few seconds later.
“How can I help you?”
“I’m calling about the advert in the Gazette,” said Dawn hesitantly.
“What about it?”
“I need some work and I was hoping I could do a test shoot to see if I’d be any
good for whatever you are looking for,” Dawn said hopefully.
“How old are you, dearie,” said the voice.
“Twenty one, why?”
“Oh, we just don’t deal with kids. Can you be here at four this afternoon? Adam
has a space to do a test shoot if you can make it. Next one is…” she paused for
a moment, “Wednesday at two.”
“Where are you?” Dawn asked cautiously and wrote down the address as it was
read to her. “I can get to you for four. Do I need to bring anything?”
“Your passport or drivers licence – and a utility bill from the last few
months,” said the female voice as though she was weary from having repeated the
same information so many times.
“Fine – and what exactly are you looking for at the moment?”
“Adult models, dearie. Soft-core, hard-core and other options if you are so
inclined. It’s all we do. See you at four.”
The phone went dead and Dawn paced round her small flat, wondering just what
she was getting into. Dawn had only had a few brief relationships in the past
and did not consider herself to be the most sexually experienced person on the
planet, but what she had experienced in those brief relationships had confirmed
that she did like sex but she had no idea what the woman meant by soft-core or
hard-core and her mind boggled at what the other options might mean.
As it had been an advert in the adult section of the paper, she had a fairly
good that the photographer would expect her to at least pose naked, but she had
no idea just what a life-changing experience she was about to endure.
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