Thread: The Darkest Lure of Modeling (Mykhaila & Rea)

Renee was certain her cheeks were just as dark as her hair right now, and there was nothing she could do about it. Try as she might, she couldn't will her excitement and embarrassment away, and it was only getting worse as the woman complimented her. Renee had never considered herself a sex kitten, but there was nothing wrong with that, especially when innocence came with it. Sex sold, she knew that. Renee had no intention of slutting herself out to the world, but, she also knew the more skin someone were to reveal, the more money they made. The girl had every intention of making as much money as possible, while still maintaining respect for herself. And if she had to be an innocent sex kitten, so be it. I'm glad you understand, she said, taking a seat on the provided chair, after placing her belongings where the woman pointed. This challenge made her a little nervous, but months of studying America's Next Top Model, and researching tips, gave her a little advantage. Some of it would come with experience, but she knew how to subtely change her facial expressions. The twitch of her lips, a slight raise of the brow, a tilt in a certain angle. It was to smile with the eyes, not the mouth, that was the greatest advice she had been given. Expression came primarily from the eyes, because it was the first spot anyone were to look at. Renee did remarkably well for an amateur. The dress given to her was beautiful, and she couldn't wait to change into it. Renee thanked her quietly before slipping behind the screen, realizing that the sheet for it was thin, which meant her shadow could be seen, without any real details, as if someone were to look at her through an opaque shower curtain. There was a brief pause as she began to lift up her shirt, but really, what to be worried about? They were both women, and it wasn't like she had never undressed in someone else's presence before. Renee wasn't extremely active in athletics, but she enjoyed volleyball, and in physical education classes, it was required to change into gym clothes. In the locker room, in front of others. And besides, she would be expected to change in seconds behind the screen of shows, of shoots, with the other models. Time to suck it up, pretty girl, get on with it. Her clothing was removed, remaining in only her light blue lace panties, that were shaped like small shorts, with the bottom half of her buttocks showing. Her curves were modest, a thin waist with palmful sized breasts, soft pink areola in the center slightly firmed by the cool temperature of the room. The dress was shimmied down her torso, the top section carefully held up in place with one hand, while the other attempted to reach for the clasps that would keep it closed around her bodice. The top few, and bottom few, were able to be reached, but the ones in the middle were unable to be closed. Smiling softly, she stepped out from behind the station. One hand held up the top of the dress, while the other lifted the hair off her neck. Could you get the last ones for me? I can't reach them, she asked. Her skin was pale, pleasantly so, milky but flawed with freckles going across her shoulders and back, if that could be called a flaw. Some people liked the small brown dots, giving her a childlike view, adding to her innocence. The real flaw laid in the small curved scar, an inch in length, on her left shoulder blade, but it could be easily hidden with makeup if required.