Chapter 7

We walked together, and Arty put his arm over my shoulder. “You did a great job today, kid. I’m so proud of how quickly you are picking things up. You sounded a little down when I told you about the pay earlier, but that’s the going rate. It doesn’t matter if you are an established model or one starting out like you. That’s it. Full stop.”

We got to the office door. Arty opened it, beckoning me to go first, and as I walked past him, he gave me a couple of gentle taps on my bum. Mmmm, one perk of the job for the photographer is he gets to play with the models, I thought.

“Caitlyn, come and sit on the couch with me. I have an offer to put to you.”

I immediately thought of Jacob and his warning not to trust Arty. Was he going to proposition me or suggest I have sex with him to pay off my debt? I’ll admit the thought never crossed my mind when I said I would pay it off. My heart beat faster. Was I about to be asked to put out if I wanted to continue as a photographic model? I thought.

I sat down, and Arty sat close next to me. He picked up my hand and kissed the back of it. Uh-oh. Next, his hand will be on my knee, sliding up my skirt to rip my panties off and fuck me on his casting couch, I thought.

He held my hand as he spoke. “Caitlyn, I have many rich, overseas clients, and one of them reached out to me last week and asked if I would do an erotic set of photos for him. And he asked to see three of my models. They had to look young and have, shall we say, big boobs? I sent him three portfolios that met his requirements.”

My heart was racing, my palms were sweaty, and relief and trepidation gripped me. Wow, what a relief that Arty wasn’t about to jump my bones and apprehension of what may come next.

“He selected you for the role. Now, let me tell you what it entails. Then you can let me know if you want to do it. I saw how interested you were in the erotic art section of my gallery, so I hope you will accept the offer that I have put forward, but please, you are under no obligation to do so.’

“The scene involves the model wearing a black G-string. Her hands cuffed together and attached to a chain above her head. I would have a control to raise and lower the chain. The model would have to be clean-shaven, and wearing high-heeled shoes, making it difficult to keep her balance as I sexually stimulate her by using my fingers and an electric wand, causing her to climax many times. Also, during the scene, I would cut off her g-string, place a ball gag in her mouth and attach nipple clamps to her nipples.”