Chapter 13

“If I’m tied up in various positions, and you are taking the photos, that sounds appealing, and if you end up fucking me, I can go along with that because that’s for us. So, I guess it depends on what the scene entails. I would have to have a look and see if I’m agreeable. Is that okay?”

“The good news, kid, there is very little of the erotic work that involves bondage or sex. You may be topless or wearing skimpy clothes playing out a particular scene, or you may have what looks like your clothes being ripped off, but you’re not. It’s a set-up for a photo. Or you’re wearing sexy lingerie lying on a bed, or it may be topless or naked shots out in the bush or rolling around on a beach. There are a multitude of other shots that I can take that are erotic but not sexual. It depends on what the client’s brief is. So there will be almost no sex, except for maybe Prince S. And to you six weeks ago, I was testing you, and you responded how I thought you would. Again, if you don’t like a scene, well, you don’t do it. It’s that simple. I’m not going to force you to do anything. What do you say?”

“I like the sound of that. Okay, I’ll stay on for a bit and see how things go, and I look forward to doing more erotic work. From my first experience, I enjoyed it and liked it, and of course, I like the money.”

“Good girl. Now let me find out what S wants.”

“But Arty, I’m not getting onto his plane. No way! Never. I might be young, but I’m not stupid. He might sound nice, but he wants to fuck me. That’s plain to see. And once I’m out there, there’s no way of knowing if I could ever get home.”

Arty agreed and said he’d inform Prince S that I was flattered but had declined to meet him.

It had been six weeks since I last heard from Arty. Umph, so much for being his favourite girl. Cheeky bastard, I thought we had a good relationship. It’s the middle of winter, and what work will I get now? It’s too cold to do anything. I freeze my tits off when I play netball. Yeah, great. So much for being a photo shoot model.

I know, I know. Arty told me to be patient, but my generation doesn’t do patience, and we don’t want to wait when we want something. We want it now, not in two years, not like the oldies they were used to.

My phone rang. “Arty, Arty, I love you. It’s so nice of you to call. Do you have work for me? Or are we going on a date?”

“Hi, Kid. You always sound excited and joke around when I call. Maybe I should call you more often? But I’m calling about work and possibly a special night together.”

“Yeah, why don’t you call me more often? I miss you. So, what have you got for me, and what’s this special night? I’m intrigued.”

“I have some good news and a good news idea.”

“Oh, great. Let’s hear it.”

“The company that you did the teen clothing shoot for has advised me that next summer’s swimwear has arrived, and they would like you and Isabelle to do the photo shoot for them.”