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Summertime Modeling For An iPhone

... highschool. Anything we do, you tell them it was with another guy in highschool, okay?”

“Okay,” she nodded.

“It’s very important, because if someone finds out, it is considered a breach of contract. That means you may have to pay back all the money you earn and more. In serious cases you could even go to jail. But you’re a smart girl, you won’t tell, right?”

She shook her head vigorously. “No, I won’t tell anyone.”

I winked. “I knew I picked a good girl.” She smiled at this. I picked up the pen and handed it to her, indicating where she should sign. I watched her write down ‘Alyssa Clayton.’ I picked the pen up after and signed it illegibly.

“Alright, let’s get started. You ready to make some money?” She nodded vigorously. I stuffed the paper into my glove department and opened the trunk. I grabbed a blanket and a stand for my phone. “There’s a good spot over here, I think.” I led the way back a little further from the car and into a small hilltop. I placed the blanket on the ground and set up the stand for my phone. It was a cheap but reliable stand. More importantly it helped make everything look official.

“Let’s start with you standing,” I said. “Go ahead and take off your sandals and step on the blanket.

She stood at the center smiling while I walked around taking pictures from various angles. Her hair fell down to the middle of her back. Aside from soft brown eyes, she had a small, but cute, nose and thin lips. Despite barely reaching five feet, she ...

... seemed to have long legs, if only because the rest of her body was short combined with her petite frame. Once behind her I instructed her to bend over and touch her toes. I took several pictures of her ass that way. It wasn’t a huge ass or anything, but given her short shorts, it stood out pretty well. I could already feel my mouth salivating, but had to approach this just right.

I walked around in front of her. “Alright, put your hands in the air,” I instructed. I put the phone on the stand and pressed record. I walked over and positioned her arms slightly above her head. I grabbed the hem of her shirt and in one quick motion slipped it up over her head.

She immediately covered her chest with only a bra on. “What are you doing?” She gasped.

“You’re a model. Part of modeling is acting surprised, so I had to surprise you. I‘M sorry but it looks better for the demo,” I explained, admiring her chest. She had larger breasts than I thought. They had to be some decent size B cups if not C. “But I promise, no more surprises.”

“Oh, okay,” she responded, unsure.

“I am sorry, but I have to get the best demo for you so you can make lots of money. Every model goes through it, you’re not the only one, I promise.”

Just like ripping a bandaid off, she was more relaxed.

“Now I need you to lower your arms to your side for me. Then you’ll need to take your shorts off too.”

She gave me a long curious look. “This is normal?”

I nodded. “Of course, you’re a model. You’ll ...