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It was my first photo shoot as a teen-fashion model; I finally landed my first job! But my photographer, he had his own ideas of having casting couch phone sex with me, unbeknownst to me, little naive, innocent Ariel. My mom dropped me off at the studio and promised she would be back soon; she had a few errands to run in the city. Mom was confident that I would be safe with Antoine, a world renown French photographer who was photographing many beautiful fashion models for the last several decades. Antoine greeted me immediately before his assistant could even say, “Welcome to Antoine’s private studio.” He doted much attention over me as if I was his Princess Ariel! He sternly told his assistant to hold all calls and appointments; he sounded a little harsh, but, oh well. I walked into a refreshingly crisp, white room and noticed the hanging rack full of imported designer clothes. I smiled ear to ear in excitement and anticipation. I’ve never worn, much less touched, such expensive outfits before! Kindly, Antoine encouraged me to search through the many selections I had to choose from, and he instructed me to pick out any six outfits that I would like to model. In a quiet, secretive voice, he leaned in and whispered to me, followed by a quick wink, “As a bonus, you can keep whichever ones you model, beautiful girl.” I squealed in delight and gave him a big huge bear hug! Was this all a dream?

I chose six drop-dead gorgeous outfits that were imported in from all over the world; the top designer names and the best fabric money could buy. I picked out items that I knew would make all of my girlfriends at home so envious. I knew that I was about to become the center of attention once I returned to my small, rural hometown. Boys will be begging me for an ounce of my time once they see how famous I have become! Just like a professional model, I listened to Antoine’s instructions and posed just the way he told me to. Flirty, innocent stances…this job is way too easy!

As we wrapped up the last set of photos in that session, Antoine approached me with a different kind of smirk on his face and an unrecognizable gleam in his eye. He stood very close to me; I could feel the humidity of his breath hovering above my perky breasts, which were quite exposed in this designer shirt. He quietly asked me, “Do you like all of these clothes?” Excited as I was, I exclaimed, “Oh, yes, Antoine! I love these clothes and can’t wait to show all my friends!” His smirk enlarged; a dark chuckle emerged from deep within him. I felt as if I was just a tiny little mouse and he was a big mean cat who just cornered his prey. I sheepishly took a step back away from him, but quickly his hand darted out and grabbed me by my petite hip; he yanked me towards his body until I was directly against his slightly feverish figure.

In an intense, shallow voice, he tells me, “These clothes are all yours, but for a price, mon petit chou. You see, my pretty princess, nothing comes for free in this industry; there is a price for everything. Sometimes it is your money; sometimes it is your soul; and sometimes it’s as minimal as your body. Now, ma bonne petite fille, listen to Antoine and remove your dress completely.”

I stood there in horror. I’ve never undressed for any other man before, much less another boy. I was still a virgin! But Antoine insisted that this is how the professional models do it, and if I wanted to be paid and keep those most beautiful designer clothes, there were sacrifices that were expected of a model. As I began to disrobe, shame filled my dark brown eyes. I looked down as the dress slowly slipped towards the floor, and then, a flash of reality came over me. Suddenly, I had a moment of understanding that this is just part of the job, and I am a professional model. I will do what is expected of me and whatever it takes to get where I want to go. I looked Antoine strongly into his piercing blue eyes, completely released my dress to the soles of my brand new designer Jimmy Choo stiletto heels, and I relinquished my young, untainted, creamy-flesh to his mercy under full knowledge that this was the price that had to be paid to get.

Can you expose my naive, young mind to the expectations of business through casting couch fantasy phone sex? Then show me what you’ve got and pick up your phone to call me, Ariel, at 1 888 474 6769

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