Always Read The Large PrintFiction submitted by: Mark A.
Having been a reader of your site for a long time now, I decided that I should have a go at writing a piece of fiction. It would seem to be a multi part story, of which I will attempt to continually update; I am sending you, in the trust that you'll publish it on your website. As it is the beginning of a multipart story, I seek any feedback that you or anyone else cares to give me.
Chapter 1 - The Advert
‘Damn’ Janine put down the paper, yet again, there was no jobs that she deemed herself suitable for.
To make it worse, the rent was due in less than two weeks and she had no money to pay it. ‘Shit’ she muttered. ‘There’s got to be something’ She picked up the paper again and flicked through the pages. Moving from the Jobs section she read across to the small ads.
‘Well; even if there’s not a job I might as well see what people are selling. I might find a cheap bargain and sell it for a profit’ that brought a smile to her face. Pretty, with dark brown hair that fell in curls into a ponytail to keep it out of her way. Carrying on reading, that’s where she saw the advert. ‘Wanted, Female model for discreet work; excellent pay’
She read the advert again, Hmm. That could be quite good. I might be able to use this as a springboard for a modelling career. At least it will save me from this crap university course. Excellent pay, Well it probably means topless. I can handle that and it will save me getting kicked out of this house. And if the fella turns out to be schmuck, well I can always leave. It’s not a problem.
With that, she jotted the number down, and went to use the phone.
It took a few rings before the phone was answered.
‘Hello’ came the reply
‘Ah hello, I’m phoning regarding the advert you’ve placed in the paper regarding the modelling job?’
‘Yes, I presume you are interested in the position.. Tell you what, rather than talking this through over the phone, why not come down to my studio tomorrow. We can discuss the position. My name by the way is Sam Townsend. The voice on the line said.
‘Okay’ replied Janine. She took the address and the time she should go to the studio. Put the phone down. ‘Yeah, I’ve got a job!!’ she said to no one in particular.
Morning arrived as Janine got up out of bed. Looking at her bedside clock she knew her housemates would have gone to college already. She got into the shower, and chose her clothes.
‘What to wear?’ she mumbled, not having gone to a model shoot before she had no idea what to wear. Looking through her wardrobe she had plenty to choose from. She settled on a pair of tight fitting jeans that hugged her body well. She picked out a figure hugging t-shirt to match. Looking at herself in the mirror She liked what she saw. The t-shirt showed her breasts off well. Not too big yet good to be handful. The jeans helped accentuate her bum too. Looking like this, the job was already hers, she thought. She applied her make-up grabbed her keys and set off for the address Sam had given her.
Arriving just after 10:30 she glanced at her watch. ‘A little late but it doesn’t matter’ She rang the buzzer on the intercom and waited. Sam’s voice answered.
‘Oh hi, Its Janine Sanderson here, We spoke on the phone yesterday’
With that the door un-latched itself, and Sam answered ‘Please come up, It on the first floor; Second door on the right.’
Janine pushed the door open and walked in. Ahead was the stairs, which she climbed and saw the door Sam had mentioned. As she took a few steps forwards, the door opened and a man stepped out and smiled at her. ‘Janine, hi. I’m Sam, Glad to see you., wont you come in’
In the corner of room, was a large white towelling running vertically up the wall, This she presumed was a photographers work place.
Sam returned and offered her a cup. They started making small talk, whilst Janine was able to settle herself in. ‘Well, he seems alright’ quite friendly in fact’ Janine thought. She was about half way through the cup when the topic of conversation turned to the job.
Janine tried to keep one step of the questions, trying to answer so it would give her the best chance of the job, she didn’t know how many people would also have answered the advert. At the end of the day, It was the money she needed, without it, she was out of her house, probably out of the university course, and most likely back living with her parents. Can’t let that happen, there’s no way I’m moving back in with my parents. At 23, she felt herself to old and used to her own life to go back to her parents.
Her thinking had made her missed a good part of what Sam was saying, she snapped her attention back, and continued listening to Sam.
‘Well, it requires you to sign a contract, and then we can begin shooting in about 2 weeks.’ The money involved is quite rewarding, I shall be paying you 1000 Pounds per month.’
With that, Janine sank back into her thoughts. 1000 Pounds; I can easily afford to pay the rent with that, not to mention have plenty left over. She was now even more determined to have this job.
‘So that would be the preliminaries over with. Would that sound acceptable to you?’ Sam asked. ‘Yes’ was the reply so sudden it caught Sam off guard slightly.
‘Okay then, I’ll just go get the contract for you to sign, then we can begin taking your measurements’
Measurements? Janine thought; ah well, its probably normal for modelling work. After all, they need o know details about the model.
Sam returned with the contract, ‘You may wish to look it over, Its non-negotiable’ handing Janine a pen. She took the pen, reading the first few lines and then looked down the area where shed sign. She quickly signed her name and thought, Yes I’m finally in the money!
Sam took the contract, signed his name where it should go, and gave the bottom half to Janine. She folded it and put it in her jeans pocket. ‘Right lets get you measured’ said Sam, motioning Janine over to the corner, where his equipment was set up. On Sam’s asking, she began to strip. She was slow to do, becoming nervous. What if this was all a ploy to get me here, then rape me. Oh God, what have I done? Then she thought about the money, and the fact this was modelling. She would have to be naked, especially for the money involved. She took her top off first, then her bra. As she did, Sam came over with a measuring tape. And began taking measurements, around her neck. Her bust, her waist; he then continued downwards after Janine had removed the rest of her clothes.
She stood there, eyes closed wondering what she was doing. Here she was in a strange room, with a man she didn’t know, with him measuring every part of her body. She felt his hands over her body. The tape wrapped round on thigh, then the other, She began to worry and was about to protest when the tape ran between her legs, pulled taut and slightly splitting her lips there. She wavered slightly but notice that his hands didn’t venture anywhere near. She relaxed more as Sam moved away, finished making his noted and motioned Janine to get dressed again.
When she finished dressing, she sat with Sam again, another cup of coffee was offered which she accepted. Much more relaxed with him now, they continued to converse with chitchat; They continued talking and Janine brought up the subject of her ‘slight’ financial problems. On hearing of her problems with paying her rent, Janine also realised that if she didn’t have a house, She wouldn’t be able to stay to be able to model for him. Sam too, had realized this and had offered to pay the rent himself. Janine could then pay him back through the money she earned. This agreed, Janine’s worries seemed to disappear until she noticed the time. It was just after 2:00 and she had a lecture at 3:00; she may not have liked her course but her attendance had been poor she had been threatened to be expelled; She couldn’t afford to miss lectures needlessly. She said her thanks to Sam, and said goodbye.
Her money worries over she, happily made her way to university and for once was able to concentrate on the lecture.
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