If It Seems Too Good To Be True · Part 1

If It Seems Too Good To Be True · Part 1 (1/3)
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“…No?” I asked quizzically.

“No, I have nothing I can offer you at the moment, and to be frank the only real reason I even agreed to see you was as a favor to your friend Cindy.”

In a quiet pleading tone I asked. “But… but there must be something, anything? My scholarship program fell through this year and I really need the money or they'll drop me from the school… please?”

Irma, the shrewd looking talent agent sat across from me huffing and narrowing her eyes at me.

"Look Ms. Smith it may not be hard for me to find modeling work for girls like your friend Cindy, she has a sultry look most advertising agency's kill for, but with a girl like you…" Irma said trailing off.

The girl Irma was referring to was a student at the university I attended. She, a couple others and I met occasionally to study in a group at the campus library. Cindy was a tall blonde who honestly looked like she'd come straight out of a beer commercial and was putting herself through college doing modeling. She was the bubbly sort of girl who made friends wherever she went and despite my normal routine of keeping to myself, Cindy always seemed to go out of her way to talk to me during our study sessions.

She had been sitting next to me in the library the day I received a phone call from scholarship committee, which is how my kinda-sorta friend learned about my situation, after enough prodding from Cindy I explained the dilemma I was in and Cindy who was always too happy to help said that as long as I kept an open mind she knew a quick way I could earn some easy cash. Out of any real options I jumped at the opportunity, Cindy told me she’d get in touch with her agent and with any luck I’d get a quick, easy job to help stave off bill collectors long enough to either work out some kind of financial aid or find a reliable part time job.

Now under Irma's discerning gaze however, I was starting to doubt myself and whether I’d be able to handle this or not. I was aware of my attractiveness, I knew that I didn't have men flocking to me, but mostly figured that was more due to the very conservative way I normally dressed and my tendency to isolate myself away from most people. Standing at a height of 5'4" with my naturally red hair and weighing approximately 142 lbs, complemented by moderately sized C-cup breasts, I did manage to attract the attention of boys without much effort; however, my shyness often hindered me.

After staring at me for a few seconds Irma's face relaxed, giving me a more gentle smile as she spoke. “Look you are pretty I admit, it's just you have a very innocent kind of beauty and most places just aren't looking for that.”

Smelling a chance I queried “Most?”

Smirking, Irma huffed. “Alright I do know one photographer, he runs his own website doing specialty pin ups and the like. I'm just not sure a girl like you would be up to…”

“I'll DO IT!” I practically exploded.

“Hold on now.” Irma held a hand up. “I can’t just snap my fingers and boom you’ve got the job, besides like most photographers, Dominic likes to meet potential models before he commits to anything.” I nodded meekly at this.

Picking up her phone Irma started a rapid flurry of taps before looking back up at me. "Do you have time to meet him tonight?"

"Actually… I'm supposed to go out to a club tonight with a few of my friends" I said dejectedly.

What was I going to do, I knew I was supposed to go out with my roommate Bunny and some of her friends tonight. She’d been trying to get me to go out to a new club with her for weeks and wasn’t likely to take too kindly to me blowing her off yet again. Bunny was a pistol and had been the yin to my yang ever since we were first paired to room together at the university campus. I had grown really fond of the dark haired tattooed girl who for some reason seemed to have made it her personal mission to drag me out of my very comfortable isolated bubble and I didn’t want to disappoint her yet again.

Biting my lip I considered canceling, but I didn’t want to disappoint Bunny yet again, maybe if I explained why I needed to cancel she’d… “Perfect! I'll give him a call and have him meet you there, he won't take long I can assure you.” She said matter of factly, “Just give me the details of when and where you'll be, I'll call you to let you know when he's there, sound good?”

“Umm…okay.” I retrieved a pen from my purse and scribbled the details of where we were supposed to meet tonight. After handing the napkin to Irma, I thanked her before heading out the door with a smile and for the first time in days a little hope everything would turn out okay.

‘Time to go home and get ready!’ “Lacie you home!?” Bunny’s voice echoed through the apartment. “You better be getting ready girl, because if I have to drag you out to the bar tonight I will!”

“I’m in here, Bunny,” I said from my bedroom, which is where she found me… in a world surrounded by piles of clothes and indecisiveness.

“Hey, how did…the…interview…go…what’s ahh…what’s going on in here?” Bunny asked as she stared at the chaos that was currently my room, the look on her face was one of confusion. I hadn’t given her too many details about the job I was applying for and I was certain if I had I’d never hear the end of it.

Smiling up at her I answered. “It went well, I might have a chance if I pass my final interview. I was just trying to decide what to wear tonight…I really wanna look nice but I could use some help…”

With a widening grin that made me nervous, Bunny said. “I thought you’d never ask.”

A couple hours later It was around 6:30, Bunny and I were sitting in a corner booth of the new nightclub with a few of her friends. I had spent a majority of the evening staying away from the dance floor while nursing a drink and just listening to conversation. I may have been my typical wallflower self, but at least for once I certainly didn't look it.

I wanted, no, needed, to impress this Dominic Irma mentioned, and was dressing to impress tonight. Bunny had been surprisingly helpful in picking out my outfit, for a girl who always wears way too much black, she was surprisingly helpful in picking out an outfit. I was decked out in a denim mini skirt, a red V-neck blouse, denim half jacket and a pair of red 4 inch strappy wedge sandals. My long red hair was tied in a high ponytail which accented my silver hoop earrings quite nicely. I went light on the make up, just some mascara and pink lip gloss.

As I sat there In my current outfit I couldn’t help but feel like a spotlight was following me everywhere I went and even alcohol was doing little to calm my nerves. I was about to finish the last of my drink when my phone buzzed making me jump, checking my phone I saw I’d gotten a text from Irma, apparently Dominic was waiting for me at the bar and I should look for a bearded man wearing a red baseball cap. It seemed a little cliché to me, but in a sea of strange faces, loud music and flashing strobe lights I wasn’t about to criticize.

After downing the rest of my drink I let the others know I was getting another and headed towards the bar area. Thankfully Bunny was too busy making out with her boyfriend to notice or I was certain she would have followed me to the bar. I was extra glad for that as I had to navigate around a few catcallers and grabby hands. I loved Bunny like a sister, but I also knew if she had come with me she would most likely have caused a scene. I eventually spotted Dominic and approached him from behind. Taking a deep breath I reached forward tapping his shoulder while raising my voice just loud enough to be heard over the crowd and music.

"Are you Dominic?" When the man turned around my insides fluttered, the man looked more like a war photographer than the creepy womanizer I had been expecting. He was a fairly tan man, dark brown eyes, he had short black hair, a short full faced beard and was well muscled but not overly so.

“Are you Lacie?” I nodded and he continued “Excellent, I’m going to refresh my drink and then we can find a quieter place to talk.” Nodding my head I followed suit ordering another cocktail myself and followed Dominic through the dense crowd to a table in the better lit area of the club. As I sat down I could not help notice Dominic looking me up and down.

“Well Irma was right about you as you definitely have the right look, but I still need to make sure you're the right fit. So I would like to ask some questions about you, who you are as a person, where you're from, what specifically led you to my doorstep that sort of thing.”

I nodded a quiet “Okay.”

“Alright let's get started, so where are you?” …That's really how the next twenty minutes went, with him asking questions and me doing my best to answer without looking foolish. Dominic had been very professional and polite while letting me speak at my own pace.

Finally Dominic asked me “Irma did note and I have to agree here that you are quite reserved. Which is great for my shoot but I do need to know, are you sure you can handle this type of shoot?”

Doing my best to hide my nerves I said “I am very committed to doing this, I can handle it. I admit I can be very self conscious especially around a lot of people, but Irma said you shoot solo so I think I'll be just fine.”

Dominic smiled and held out his hand which I shook. “Good I'm glad to hear it, now before we end this little meeting I will need your measurements and shoe size, sound good?”

I nodded an affirmative and was about to ask for more details, Dominic beat me to the punch however, “I had a last minute cancelation tomorrow if your interested, I can book you tomorrow morning around nine thirty?” After I nodded a yes Dominic continued “Excellent, Irma will likely send a car to pick you up tomorrow morning to take you to my studio. Now If you'd like to bring somebody along with you during the shoot and can’t find anybody on short notice I’m pretty sure Irma will be happy to oblige.”

“That sounds wonderful, thank you.”

“Perfect, now about your measurements.”

After exchanging details we went our separate ways, and I headed back to my table to tell everyone that I was heading home for the night. After catching a cab I called Irma, she had just gotten off the phone with Dominic and was excited to talk details. She told me she was impressed at Dominic's interest in me for a shoot tomorrow and when I expressed my nervous excitement did indeed offer to accompany me.

She also told me that I didn't need to worry too much about how I dressed tomorrow morning, just to do my hair and makeup. When I asked Irma where I should meet her tomorrow, she told me she would have a car come pick me up and that she would meet me there.

The next morning I woke up extra early to do my hair and make up. I did my hair and make-up much in the same way as I had the previous night. With the only notable exception being that I wore red lip gloss instead of pink and despite what Irma said last night. I decided that I really wanted to make a good impression, so rather than dressing conservatively like I normally do, I decided to wear a blue flowery sundress that came down to around mid thigh, a blue pair of wedge sandals, a blue choker necklace, my silver hoop earrings and my denim half jacket. I looked at myself in the mirror and despite the dress being shorter than I normally would wear, I thought I looked rather cute. Checking my phone I realized two things, it read 9:22 a.m. and the town car Irma was sending would be here in a few minutes.

Second was I had forgotten in my nervousness to put my phone on the charger last night and it only had 10% battery left. I grabbed my purse, stuffing the nearly dead phone inside and headed out my apartment door. Just as I reached the road a black sedan pulled up and the driver rolled down his passenger window.

“Are you Lacie Smith?”

I answered politely "Yes, that's me."

Unlocking the rear doors the driver motioned back “Whenever you're ready Ms. Smith.” I entered the rear door and soon we were off on our way. The traffic across town was awful until we started to reach the industrial side of town. The ride seemed to take so long that my stomach was swirling in loops as I kept clenching and unclenching my hands.

As the neighborhoods worsened I took quick, deep breaths and very slowly exhaled, and I cleared my mind of vagrant thoughts. The town car finally came to a halt in front of a less run down-looking warehouse on a street filled with abandoned-looking warehouses. Looking at the building I didn’t see any distinct signs or business logos, there was simply an address, plain metal door and intercom on the wall with a small security camera along the ceiling.

I got out and thanked the driver through the window. He looked at me hesitantly as if to say something, but seemed to think better of it, wished me a good day and drove off. I looked around for Irma but there was no one on the street, not even a parked car. I was alone in a strange part of town and starting to get anxious. It was five minutes to nine and there was no sign of Irma anywhere. I was certain she wouldn't have gone in there without me.

Taking out my phone I struggled to see if Irma had left a message since my phone had dimmed itself to save power. Yep she'd texted me all right, she'd texted me at the same time I had been heading down to the car. She was sick from food poisoning she'd gotten while meeting a client for breakfast earlier that morning and wouldn't be able to make it. She was very sorry, but she hoped I would understand.

Sighing I pulled up my contacts to try and call my roommate but right as I hit ‘dial’, my screen went blank then powered down. My anxieties began heating up as I stood there, I was alone in an unfamiliar neighborhood, and no one knew I was here except Irma who was sick and probably figured I'd cancel.

No cabs cruised down here and it was a long walk to the bus stop, if any buses ran down here on Saturdays anyway. Even if the buses were running, riding public transportation on this side of town dressed like I was would be a nightmare. The only sound was of the wind and the darkening skies. I began having visions of Bunny identifying my body for the police and my pulse began to race.

I tried to pull myself together, Dominic was expecting me, and it was against my morals to stand him up. Besides I really couldn't afford to pass this chance up, so taking a deep breath I headed towards the door and hit the intercom.

I waited a minute and buzzed a few more times. Where was Dominic? Not only that but where was his car? Was this some kind of a joke? I had been scared of going into this building by myself, but now I was feeling frustrated at the idea of being stood up myself. After waiting another minute and getting no response, with a sour face I turned from the door and headed back towards the street. It was then I heard a door open and my name get called. Nervously I turned my head around and saw Dominic holding the door open.

He was smiling as he spoke “Glad you could make it, come inside.”

Upset I wanted to berate him for making me wait, but in the end I couldn't do it due to how relieved I was to see a friendly face. Returning a smile I shook his hand warmly and walked into the building. Inside was a small lobby with an empty desk along one wall and an elevator across from it. The room was dimly lit, but most of the light came through the windows running along the ceiling.

After locking the doors and taking my arm, he led me to the old elevator that looked and sounded like it had seen better days. Everything in the building I had seen so far gave me the impression it hadn't been used in years.

I was getting nervous when we got on the elevator. That's when Dominic asked “Where's Irma?” I almost panicked at that.

I wanted to give some excuse that she'd be by later, but not wanting to be caught in a lie.

I simply told him the truth “Irma got sick this morning due to food poisoning and couldn't make it.” Seeing Dominic smile, I asked, “Why are you smiling?”

He quickly said “I'm smiling because that's Irma for you, she really can't help herself sometimes.”

When the elevator reached the bottom floor and opened the silence surrounding us was off putting to say the least. The only sounds that could be heard were our footsteps. Dominic led me down a long corridor and I followed him cautiously wondering if I yelled would anybody hear me. Stopping before an unmarked door near the end of the hallway Dominic unlocked the door and reached his hand around inside to turn on the lights. He ushered me into a huge studio with many different sets, props and backdrops.

Cameras and studio lights on tripods were on the right side of the first room, all facing the far corner where the walls and floor had been covered with large sections of bright fabrics. Near the fabrics was a long table filled with straps and ropes that I supposed he used for making "sets." Alongside the table was a rack of clothes, costumes, and lingerie. Over in the far corner of the large room I spotted his motorcycle leaning against a wall.

I was broken out of my reverie when Dominic spoke. “Before we do anything I'll need you to fill out a few forms and sign a standard contract, then we can start shooting, sound good?”

Still feeling quite nervous I stuttered a quiet okay, before following him over to a lounge area off to the side. As I sat down on a loveseat Dominic handed me a clipboard which contained a dozen or so sheets of paper and a pen.

“The contract contains a standard NDA, release of ownership of your likeness, statement of payment etc, your pay rate will be on sheet 3.” After seeing how much he was planning to pay me, my eyes widened and I foolishly just started signing on the dotted lines. I handed Dominic the clipboard back eager to get started.

Dominic handed me a hangar with some garments on it and told me it was my costume. Then he directed me to the changing room next door, which he said was unlocked. I hooked the hangar over my shoulder and went out. When I got to the dressing room, I flicked on the light switch. The room wasn't very big, there was a stool in front of a decent sized counter and a large vanity mirror. There was a clothes tree next to the stool, and I put the hangar on it. Then I closed the door and slid the small bolt through the catch.

I took down the pieces of costume one by one and spread them on the counter. Together they formed a lovely harem outfit, and I could see it would fit me. I removed all of my clothes including my panties, and hung them on the hangar. Grabbing the first piece of my costume off the counter, I slid the cyan thong up my legs and shimmied a bit as the back wedged between my cheeks.

Next I put on the bustier, the lifting effect added to the decent amount of cleavage I already normally possessed, then I donned the floor-length cyan see through costumed skirt. The skirt was split into two pieces connected to a stretchy fabric belt, the thinner strip of mesh flowed down the front of my waist and hung all the way down to the floor between my legs.

A slightly wider strip flowed down over my rear hanging down to the floor. I tied the fabric strip around my hips, the gap between the two strips meant I would be showing off a lot of leg. Next was a decorative belt of connected pieces of hammered bronze that fit easily around my waist. I knew the jingling sound would now be heard whenever my hips moved.

Next I picked up a see through silk veil and jeweled headpiece, I lifted my ponytail to put on the jeweled headpiece and attached the see through veil across my face. Ready to give this a go, I straightened my posture and walked out the door to face my new career, feeling braver already.

“I'm ready, Dominic,” I announced when I re-entered the studio, gingerly stepping around the cables and gadgets on the floor because of my bare feet.

“You're almost ready Lacie, your costume isn't quite complete though.” Dominic said as he retrieved a shoe box from a nearby table.

Handing me the box, I opened the lid and my eyes widened at what lay inside. A pair of five-inch strappy cyan high heels sparkled back at me, in awe I lifted one of the shoes out of the box. The heels had platform soles with a chunky heel, a wide horizontal strap over the toes and another horizontal strap that would cinch around my ankle. The shoes were gorgeous, they'd also be very hard to walk in.

“These are beautiful Dominic, but they might be a little hard to walk in.” I said admiring the shoes as they shimmered in the light.

Encouraging me Dominic said “Go ahead try them on.”

Taking the heels out of their box I placed them on the floor, before sliding my feet delicately into the shoes. Bending over I buckled the straps tightly around each of my ankles, I then lifted and stretched my leg out while pointing my toes. I couldn't help but admire how beautiful and sexy the shoes looked as I rotated my ankle about. Standing up I took a few test steps to get the feel of the shoes, they actually weren’t too difficult to manage due to the slightly chunky heels.

“Very good, Lacie,” he replied. “Go stand over on the set so I can check the lighting.”

The set Dominic had been pointing to was one of the smaller sets, it had a roller at the back for which different backdrops could be easily changed and currently the backdrop was one of a middle eastern palace. There were small pillows with frilly cords spread out around the small set and along one wall was an opened chest. There was also a large round decorative rug that had been laid out in the center of the room.

I did my best to strut over to the set, with my costume jingling all the way. The rug on the floor was doing a good job deadening the clicking of my heels as I walked to the center of the room. I stood poised in the middle of the rug waiting for directions, looking up from his camera Dominic gave a low, approving whistle, which had me holding my head up a little higher.

Looking into his camera Dominic spoke up “Would you mind striking a pose, I need to check my equipment.”

First I put my hands on my hips with my elbows pointing out, I then bent my left knee outwards while resting my weight on the toe of my high heel. Smiling broadly Dominic told me to hold that pose while he adjusted his lighting. Soon a click sounded and muttered, “beautiful.” told me my picture was now capture

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