“What is the most outrageous thing you’d to get a job?” It was a simple question on the application. I thought for a second, Who would ask this type of question and how they would answer a crude remark like ‘fuck’. I smiled and scribbled in the dirty word, just to see what would happen. About two days later, I got a call from the modeling agency where I had applied and written in the crude word on the job application. “Please come to our candidate interview at eleven o’clock on May 23rd. Please be on time, as we have several candidate interviews lined up. If you have props related to your creative answer on the job application, please be sure to bring them.” I chuckled when I heard the answering machine message. Obviously, they hadn’t read my crude remark. I decided to show up for the interview anyway. I slipped on a casual sundress and pulled my hair back in a pony tail. Although I was a bit on the short side, I felt comfortable about my looks and my charm. A couple of amateur photographer friends had been urging me to sign up for a modeling agency, so after thinking about it for a few weeks, I’d decided to take the plunge. I had worked hard to achieve a mersin escort perfect 36-28-36 figure, working out, running, practicing on a stripper pole (no, I am not a stripper). I ate high-carb, no-fat foods and avoided the colas. Salads were my best friend. I brushed my hair back and checked for make-up smudges in the mirror. I was nervous, but confident. I arrived at the candidate interview processing center fifteen minutes early. There was no one at the reception desk, but a note instructed the entrants to take seat and wait for their name to be called. It was a non-descript office, in a row of otherwise empty office spaces, in a retail center on a decent side of town. The vacant spaces gave me an unsettled feeling. The only sign on the door read “Candidate Interviews”. A closed circuit camera in the corner gave me a sense of security that I otherwise might not of had. At eleven straight up, a side door to the small waiting area opened and a really good looking fellow called out my name. “I’m Jim,” he said as I stepped into a long hallway. As I followed Jim, I noticed he had a very cute butt. Hummm. “I hope you didn’t have any problems mersin escort bayan finding us,” he said, turning a corner and leading us down another long hallway. He was cute, with short dark hair and a statuesque looking body, from what I could tell. We reached an office at the end of the hall and I followed him into the office. “Sorry for the long walk, but they always put me at the end of the hall,” he remarked, taking a seat behind a sparsely-topped desk. A video camera sat on one side of the desk. I figured it was for recording the interviews and security. I took a seat on the couch across from the desk. “I have your application here and am wondering why you wrote what you wrote,” he inquired. I apologized for my crude comment. “I was in a funky mood and shouldn’t have written that,” I remarked. “No need to apologize,” he replied, “we have seen it all.” He looked at the rest of my application before saying anything else. “You know,” he began, “in this profession, you have to take a lot of orders and fulfill a lot of requests; some of them might make you feel uncomfortable.” “I can handle that,” I replied. “So if I told escort mersin you that you had to undress, or that you had a modeling assignment that would require some nudity, would you have an issue with that?” he asked. “No, I don’t think so. I guess that comes with the profession,” I replied. “Okay then,” he replied. “I will have to shoot some stills of you, to take to the producers, before we can put a contract on the table. Would you mind posing for a few photos?” “Sure,” I replied. He took out a small digital camera and asked me to stand. I stood in front of the desk while he snapped several photos. “Turn around,” he instructed. I did as he instructed and he took several more photos. “How much does this job pay?” I asked. “One thousand per session, and up to five for nudity,” he replied. “So, is there a lot of nude stuff,” I inquired. “Some,” he replied. “That’s where the real money is.” I sat back down on the couch. “So are you from Chicago?” he asked. “Yes – south side,” I replied. “Have you modeled before?” he asked. “No – well, yes – but not professionally,” I replied. He looked up from my application. “Can you slip out of the dress?” he asked. “Slip out of what?” I asked. I knew what he said, but was not prepared for the request. “The dress,” he responded, “I have to have some body-type shots for the producers.” I stood up and slipped the straps of my sundress over my tanned shoulders and shimmied out of it.