Anything for money (1) - Sex Stories

Anything for money (1)

He had needed money to buy food, and this modeling gig had promised 10 dollars an hour. Ever since his parents kicked him out, he had been struggling for money and food, being unable to survive on the high school lunches.

Now, he found himself looking at about 10 cameras, each manned by a photographer, and who Simon had presumed to be the manager, Steve.

Unsure of how to position himself, Simon awkwardly stood in his new outfit, while the team aimed their cameras toward him. One stepped forward, and, grabbing his thigh, moved him to be facing outward with more confidence. After several photos for taken, a new set of underwear, shorts, and pants were brought forward. Confused, Simon looked at them inquisitively.

“Here’s next. Go ahead and get changed.”

Simon looked around hopefully, but the eyes of the photographers all stayed on him, making it apparent what he was expected to do.

“Yep, right here, this is how it’s done everywhere.”

Unsure of whether this was true, Simon carefully pulled off his shirt, revealing a tight stomach and thin but not skinny arms and chest. With the onlookers’ gazes penetrating, he slowly lowered his shorts and slid them off his ankles until he was just in his underwear.

Steve gave him a look than shut down Simon’s last hope, and so it was in front of plenty cameras and more than twice as many eyes that the teen latched his fingers into his waistband and slid his underwear off. Now displaying his youthful body in all its might, ...

... he quickly reached for the new clothes, but not before several photos were taken of his boyish cheeks and hardening member.

Now adorned in a pair of tight-fitting shorts and tee, Simon posed proudly for the cameras, eager to make a good impact. Steve smiled, admiring the outline of the boy’s junk through his shorts.

After the photographers dropped their lenses, Simon relaxed, looking up inquisitively.

“How much will I make from this?” He asked pleadingly. He remembered what they told him about when he agreed to start, but was hoping by some miracle the number might increase for some reason or another.

“About 10 bucks per shoot”, Steve answered, knowing this number meant only a minuscule amount of the money paid to him by the clothing companies would be carried on to the model teen.

Simon sighed, dejected.

“Is there any way to make more money, like doing more outfits or something?”

“We only get a couple outfits each time.” Steve responded, goading the teen into asking again.

“There really isn’t anything else I can do?” Simon asked.

“Well as a teen like yourself, lots of people find your body attractive. So far you’ve just been a clothing model, but there’s other ways to display yourself that can really rake in some profits.” Steve replied.

“Like what?” Simon said, his naivety showing.

“There’s plenty of people that would love to see your entire body, with no clothes.”

Simon stood, eyes agape, thinking through Steve’s words.

“If you strip ...