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[My Part-Time Modeling Experience] (March 4th) Author: marxian 

Author: marxian
Word count: 4705


(3)

"Xiaoqian, you did a great job! Next, please have the photographers below come up and practice."
As soon as Kevin finished speaking, a tall, thin man wearing glasses jumped onto the photography platform.

Kevin said to me and the tall, thin man, "Jack, you can direct the model to pose.
" The tall, thin man Jack is said to be the best photographer in our company, mainly shooting some private
portrait photos. Just now, he was the one who lewdly looked at me changing clothes in the mirror from a convoluted angle. As soon as he came up, he
said to me, "Xiaoqian, wait a moment, I'll go find you an outfit that can highlight your leg shape." After saying that
, he turned around and went behind the screen without waiting for my consent. After a while, he came out and excitedly handed me a small paper bag,
saying, "This is a swimsuit. Please take off the inner lining and only wear the clothes in the bag to avoid affecting the effect."

I went behind the screen and opened the paper bag. Inside was a light pink one-piece swimsuit, a pair of black
stockings , and a pair of red high heels.

After the photoshoot, I was slightly controlled by my exhibitionist desires. I noticed the spotlight
was following my silhouette even as I walked behind the screen. With light filtering through the thin screen while it
was , my silhouette was even clearer.

Pretending not to notice, I slowly removed my clothes inside. Instead of immediately putting on new clothes, I
looked at myself in the mirror from left to right before starting to put on the swimsuit Jack had given me.

The stockings were unusual; the waistband was significantly longer than usual, without any hem or padding, making
the entire pair a seamless design. This must be the legendary seamless stockings.

I deliberately struck a seductive pose and pulled the stockings up tightly, making my entire genital area cling to
them , with some even digging into my crotch.

I pulled the stockings up past my navel, just level with the bottom of my breasts. Although the black color made
the pubic hair less noticeable, the absence of leggings meant
the entire . I picked up the swimsuit again; it was a one-piece with a very high slit,
a t-back, and a very low neckline. The armpit openings were
several times larger than normal swimsuits, leaving only about 4 or 5 centimeters of fabric connecting the sides. There were no padding in the chest area;
the fabric was a slightly elastic thread, slightly thinner than mesh. Once on,
my nipples were very prominent, their outline clearly visible under the bright light. The crotch area was very tight, only
about 2 centimeters at its narrowest point, barely covering my vulva. I had to adjust it several times to hide the pubic hair.
Fortunately there were stockings underneath, practically transparent, which at least provided some psychological reassurance.

After slipping into those red patent leather pointed stilettos, the 12cm heels forced me to straighten
my back and tighten my buttocks to avoid falling. My already slender legs looked even more prominent, making everyone's noses bleed.

Just as Jack said, the dress did accentuate my leg shape, but it went beyond sexy
and became somewhat lewd. My legs trembled as I staggered out from behind the screen. Silence returned outside. Ha!
Men are indeed lustful; even Kevin's gaze towards me changed… Jack had
someone bring in a window at some point, ordered me to lie down on it, and took a few pictures of me in a side-lying position. Then he made me
lie on my back, legs straight, arms wrapped around my thighs, and lifted up. This position further exposed my vulva, tightly covered by 2cm of fabric
through sheer stockings, to everyone.

I could feel the floodgates of my private parts starting to overflow; my juices were slowly flowing out. Just then, Jack,
under the pretext of adjusting my posture, ran up and placed his palm on the inside of my thigh, saying, "Open your legs a little wider, it's
sexy." Before I could react, he withdrew his hand, but in that instant, he intentionally or
unintentionally brushed the edge of his palm against my private parts, causing me to tremble involuntarily. Click, click, and before I knew it
, two other photographers had come up on stage. The four cameras drew closer and closer to me, and I
could clearly see the wetness on my genitals through my reflection in the mirror. I pretended not to notice and continued to pose provocatively, constantly changing into
various sexy (no, more like lewd) poses, letting the four high-definition cameras continuously record my sexy
figure. Jack pulled out several bottles of mineral water from somewhere and poured them over me without saying a word, saying,
"Let's pour some water on the model's swimsuit, it'll give it a more beachy feel." The swimsuit, which was already somewhat hazy and
semi-transparent, became completely see-through after being soaked in water, clinging tightly to my body.

My breasts, including the nipples, were completely exposed to everyone, and the
dark clinging to my lower abdomen. Looking at the bulging crotches of the four photographers, and then at
myself in the mirror, looking almost naked, my lust was completely ignited. I deliberately pulled one shoulder strap to the side,
my right breast free from the swimsuit's restraints and exposed to everyone. I bit my lower lip, squinted, tilted my head back
, and used two fingers of my left hand to cover the exposed nipple, striking an exceptionally seductive pose. Instantly, I used up
a large amount of film. Then I knelt on the bed, lowered my waist, spread my legs, and
raised them high, exposing my most private parts to everyone! I felt shameless; my private parts were exposed to
everyone , my vaginal fluids already soaking my stockings and swimsuit at the base of my thighs, and I was still enjoying the pleasure.

Jack even demanded that I stand on one leg with the other raised high on the edge of the bed,
spreading . Blinded by lust, I complied without hesitation. The two-hour shoot ended quickly.

The photographers seemed reluctant to stop, while I felt as if I'd just finished a vigorous workout, my body limp. The mixture of
mineral water , sweat, and vaginal fluid made me feel like I'd been pulled from water.

Whether it was the effect of lust or the stuffy studio, my cheeks were flushed. Kevin,
understanding draped a bathrobe over me and said, "Xiaoqian, this is the first time I've met a model with such great potential.
It's a shame you're not a professional model. Would you like to become my personal model?" Without hesitation, I
nodded . This was exactly the profession I had always dreamed of…

(4)

For several weeks after the last shoot, I kept reminiscing about the process. It was as if a crack had been opened
in I found myself increasingly enjoying the thrill of exposure, and I gradually changed my habits when going out.
My wardrobe has been accumulating more and more sexy dresses and tank tops.

It's a weekend morning, the sun is shining brightly outside, and I, an early riser, realize that another exciting day has begun
. I carefully dressed in front of the vanity mirror, struggling for a while before mustering the courage to go braless and wear a
semi-transparent linen t-shirt, over which I layered a thin knitted cardigan, and on the bottom, a pair of newly removed nude
stockings. These stockings have a diamond-shaped opaque cotton crotch, so I didn't even need underwear; the cotton crotch barely
covered my pubic hair, which peeked playfully through the ultra-thin stockings. I chose a white chiffon
skirt and put it on, hesitating for a moment before removing the lining. Standing in front of the mirror, I was very
satisfied with the effect.

Through the light, I could vaguely see the skin tone of my legs reflected on the skirt fabric, but it was just a hazy shadow,
not too much. The light, thin chiffon fabric gently brushed against my thighs and buttocks, which were encased in stockings
, sending shivers down my spine
. With each step, the hem of my skirt swayed, and I felt as if I were wearing nothing at all. To avoid being recognized, I put on large sunglasses and slipped on white pointed-toe stilettos before heading out.

I wandered aimlessly through the streets, enjoying the warm sunlight on my skin. A
gentle breeze constantly reminded me that I was going commando. I wondered if passersby noticed this
seemingly innocent girl with a wanton heart. My breasts, unrestrained by a bra,
heaved . The thin, loose linen t-shirt couldn't contain their rhythmic movement.
A boy who looked like a high school student walked towards me, staring intently at my chest as if he'd discovered something
amazing. I realized he must have discovered my secret. Seeing his still-growing, unshaven face, I
couldn't help but think of teasing him. I walked up to him, pretending I didn't know the way, and asked him how to get to XX University.
Unexpectedly, this young man wasn't a high school student, but rather a freshman at the university. He was quite polite
, telling me it was a long way and that he happened to be going to the school anyway, so he could show me the way
. He then led me to the bus stop across the street. Okay… since it's such a coincidence, I'll go with you. I followed him leisurely, and
soon the bus pulled into the station. We boarded and found seats near the door, chatting idly. I
noticed his eyes kept drifting towards my chest, as if he wanted to look but didn't dare. Apparently, because I was holding onto the handrail,
my cardigan was completely open, and my linen t-shirt clung to my body, making my nipples
quite noticeable… I rolled my eyes at him, pretending to be angry, and said, "What are you looking at? You little devil!"

He touched his nose, a little embarrassed, and whispered, "Sister, you're so pretty, and you're dressed so sexy..."
I felt a sweet warmth in my heart. I wasn't really angry, so I playfully slapped his head and said, "No way!"
After this little tiff, we seemed a bit more familiar and less reserved than before.

Just then, the bus pulled into another stop, and a huge crowd surged on. I was involuntarily pushed
along Once I was settled, I realized I was standing face-to-face with him, so close that my legs couldn't even touch;
we were standing face-to-face with our legs crossed. "Sister, you smell so good," he whispered, inhaling the perfume on my neck and hair.
My breasts and his chest were pressed tightly together through the thin linen t-shirt and his white shirt.
I felt his youthful yet muscular chest, and heard his slightly heavy breathing in my ear. Those words suddenly echoed in my ears
, and I felt a surge of infatuation. As the car swayed, unable to reach the handrail and afraid of falling in
my high heels , I could only tightly wrap my arms around his waist, bringing my thighs and lower abdomen
close together. Through the thin chiffon, sheer stockings, and his loose beach shorts, I could clearly
feel his body temperature and the changes in his genitals. My heart began to race, and I pretended
to rub against his inner thighs with each sway of the car. Soon, I felt something harder pressing against my lower abdomen.
I instantly became intoxicated, feigning shyness as I shifted back slightly, looking out the window while
firmly against his penis. Seemingly sensing my deliberate act, the young man's hand slowly moved up to my buttocks.
Through the thin chiffon skirt and pantyhose, I felt a pair of large hands trembling slightly as they
gently caressed my buttocks with the rhythm of the car's swaying. Feeling the triple stimulation of my chest, buttocks, and vulva, my juices
began .

I gradually lost my balance, almost collapsing into her arms. Perhaps encouraged by me,
his hand slowly grew unsatisfied with the sensation through the skirt, carefully lifting it and moving slowly towards the base of my
thighs, which were only clad in stockings. My heart was pounding in my throat, my throat trembling,
a feeling of wanting to scream but unable to. Finally, his hand, through the already soaked stockings
, touched my vulva. I could clearly feel him pause for a moment, he must have realized I wasn't wearing any underwear. Suddenly,
as if he had taken an aphrodisiac, he tightly wrapped his left arm around my waist and vigorously rubbed my vulva with his right hand. The sudden,
intense stimulation left my mind blank and I couldn't breathe. My legs involuntarily parted,
and my juices flowed like a flood. My entire body lost its balance, and all my weight pressed down
on the point where my vagina and his erect penis met. Just then, the car went over a pothole in the road, and
the strong impact made my body tense instantly, trembling as if I had been electrocuted. I desperately suppressed
the urge , savoring the pleasure of the sudden climax. Yes, I had actually
been hugging a complete stranger I'd only known for less than an hour on the bus, our private parts pressed tightly together…

I climaxed… Waves of pleasure washed over me, my mind went blank, only my
body convulsed instinctively. My juices had even soaked his pants. I held him tightly, too afraid
to get up . Just then, the bus arrived at the station, and I suddenly jumped off like lightning, leaving him dumbfounded. Perhaps
today's experience will stay with him for a long time… The story of a complete stranger climaxing in public—
not many people would believe it!

My cardigan had disappeared sometime ago. I dragged my weak legs, my inner thighs
soaked with vaginal fluid, glistening in the sunlight. Passing a department store window, I noticed that my chiffon
skirt, which looked normal at home without its lining, appeared incredibly thin under the bright sunlight.
My thighs, from the bottom to the top, were completely visible through the glass window. Looking closely…
The color of my buttocks was clearly visible. Without the cardigan to cover my upper body, the shape of my breasts was fully displayed
through my linen t-shirt. Good heavens, even though I love showing off, I can't
be stared at like this in the street! I quickly went into the department store; the relatively dim lighting made me feel a little more at ease.
I figured I should buy some lingerie, otherwise it would be too much. My pantyhose, soaked with my vaginal fluid, were sticky and
uncomfortable , so I decided to change them too.

I strolled to the lingerie section and picked out a white bra. The lace pattern of the white, transparent bra
was subtly through half of the linen fabric—sexy but not revealing. This was the effect I was quite satisfied with;
being an exhibitionist all the time wasn't my intention. Next, I needed to solve the underwear problem. The strange thing was that the single-layer
chiffon was too transparent under strong light, so I decided to just buy a new skirt. After searching for a while, I settled on a bodycon pencil skirt.
It was short, only about 25 centimeters long, but the fabric was thick and it hugged my hips tightly so I wouldn't have to worry about it blowing up in the wind.
Luckily, I had just bought a thong, so I wasn't worried about panty lines showing through the skirt. I also bought a pair of stockings. After
changing, felt refreshed and walked out of the department store. Just as I was thinking of walking up the stairs to the pedestrian bridge to create some "accidental exposure
," my phone rang. It was a text message from Kevin: "Xiaoqian, I got a
case for fashion sample photography. Do you have time to come to my studio to shoot a few sample photos?" "Sure, no
problem , I'll be right there," I quickly replied, my heart pounding with excitement. Was
something exciting about to happen?

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