Summertime Modeling For An iPhone - Sex Stories

Summertime Modeling For An iPhone

... my phone loosely in my hand. As we passed I continued looking at my phone, keeping track of her in my peripheral. I let go of my phone and made a clumsy attempt at grabbing it, causing it to crash into her leg. She jumped up in surprise letting out a small noise.

“I’m so sorry,” I blurted out quickly.

She paused for a moment and her brown eyes looked me up and down as if assessing me. However, she never met my eyes. “It’s okay,” she replied demurely.

I leaned down and picked up my phone, inspecting it for damage. Then I held out my hand. “I’m Jason,” I told her.

She blushed as she took my hand. “I’m Alyssa.”

“Really?” I asked, feigning surprise. “That’s a really pretty name.”

“Thank you,” she said quietly.

“This phone is extremely important,” I said, dusting it off. “If it broke I’d be in so much trouble. I’d lose so much money.”

“Is it expensive?” She asked, tilting her head to one side.

“Well it is, but the contents are far more important,” I explained. “But it’s my work phone for modeling.”

“You’re a model?” She asked inquisitively. Her eyes glazed over me appreciatively.

“Not quite,” I chuckled. “I am more of a manager and represent models. I help them land jobs and make lots of money. Have you ever modeled?”

“No,” she giggled. “You have to be 18 to model.”

I shook my head. “People often think that, but it’s not true. I have many models under 18. How old are you?”

I’m definitely not 18. I’m going to Tulsa high school this fall,” ...

... She replied proudly.

“Really?” I replied. “To model you only need to be 10 years old,” I claimed.

“Oh I didn’t know that,” she said.

“Most models today started when they were under 18,” I explained. “It’s honestly very simple. You make a demo shot of pictures and videos. Then they’re sent out and if a company likes what they see, they’ll contact the manager, like me, and then I’ll reach out to the model and get them a good deal.”

“That sounds really easy,” she said. “I thought it was harder.”

I smiled. “The hard part is looking good enough to model. Would you want to model?”

“I’m not sure…” She said, looking away.

“Look at it this way. What is something you want to buy, more than anything?”

“She hesitated a moment and pulled a phone out of her pocket. It was a cheap generic one. “I wanted to get an iPhone, but my parents won’t buy me one.”

“Well, what if you could buy your own things instead?”

“That’d be great,” she smiled. “I’d like that.”

“If you do a demo, you get paid $50 immediately. Once a company wants you, they usually pay a little over $1,000. Sometimes they even pay more. If we did a quick demo, you could buy your own iPhone in no time.”

“That sounds really good, but I don’t know if I should.” She hesitated.

“Do you not want the money or be famous?” I asked, sounding concerned.

“I do, but I’d have to ask my mom. I’m not sure if she’d be okay with it.”

I shook my head. “As long as you’re at least ten years old, you don’t ...