[My Part-Time Modeling Experience] (January 2nd) Author: marxian

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My Part-Time Modeling Experience (1)

My name is Xiaoqian, I am 166 cm tall and weigh 95 kg. I am not a beauty, but my features are quite delicate. My bust
size is not particularly impressive, but it is very perky. I am most satisfied with my legs, which are straight and long.

I just graduated from university this year. When I was in school, I worked part-time as a magazine model. Because I was afraid that my classmates
would find out, I did not show my face in some of the revealing photos. Actually, I have a slight exhibitionist
fetish deep down.

Under the photographer's lens and the studio lights, I would get excited, especially when the photographer asked
me to wear revealing clothes or pose in some seductive ways. I would involuntarily feel hot all over and even weak in the legs
. I would feel a little electric shock deep in my vagina. I really enjoy this feeling. Anyway, that's
all for my self-introduction.

Why do I need to introduce myself first? It's because after I started working, I chose to work for a modeling
agency. Because the girls in the agency all dress quite sexily, I can
wear sexy clothes that I wouldn't dare to wear in school without attracting attention. This is my third day back at work. As usual, I put on light makeup, opened my wardrobe, and chose
a pure white lace bra. I bought this bra back in school but never dared to wear it because the entire
cup is made of only a thin layer of mesh with some lace patterns. Even without close inspection, you can see
the shape of my breasts and my two erect, rosy nipples. The matching panties are made of the same material, with only a layer of mesh on the buttocks,
making my entire bottom clearly visible. There are some lace patterns in the front, barely covering the cleft of my private parts,
while the sparse pubic hair is boldly exposed through the thin mesh. Looking at
myself in the mirror, both innocent and somewhat wanton, I nodded in satisfaction. Today, the company has arranged for a few of us female employees to temporarily act as
greeters to receive a somewhat famous photographer named Kevin for a visit. My inner exhibitionist desire
led me to choose this special lingerie, hoping for some unexpected little incidents. That's just my
personality —I like to expose myself but don't want to make any particularly elaborate plans, which would seem pretentious. I love unexpected
, unplanned surprises. Then I unpacked a new pair of pantyhose and slowly slipped them onto my legs. I should
especially mention these pantyhose; the crotch area wasn't padded, there was only a thin
seam. (Models know these stockings don't have a hem, so no matter how short the skirt or
how high the slit in the cheongsam, there's no risk of the hem showing). These are ultra-thin, airy stockings; once worn,
aside from a slightly hazy sheen, the almost-fitting body and the lack of padded crotch make it feel like I wasn't wearing any stockings at all.
Thanks to the double protection of the sheer fabric and the stockings, although I could still vaguely see my pubic area, it wasn't
very noticeable. Then I chose a more formal black business suit to wear, and instantly my wanton self
disappeared, replaced by the appearance of a stylish professional. Except for the slightly sheer shirt and low neckline, I looked like
a youthful and energetic office lady! Hehe, this is my favorite outfit. It's all about being slutty on the inside but not easily betrayed
by others . I slipped on a pair of shiny black patent leather high heels and confidently headed out to work.

Because the skirt was a bit short (I had it altered after buying it, from 5cm above the knee to 20cm),
I didn't take the subway today; taking a taxi would be safer, to avoid being groped. When I arrived at
the company , my supervisor, Linda, grabbed me and told me to quickly change. The visit, originally scheduled for the afternoon
, had suddenly been changed to the morning. I could only grab the outfit and run to the dressing room without even looking at it closely. I was
a little . Just then, Linda came in with the outfit.

Linda said, "Because of the sudden change of time, the professional model we originally booked couldn't reschedule,
so a few of us will have to temporarily fill in. Oh, and you need to take off your underwear; this outfit needs to be paired with a professional inner
layer." She then handed me a small bag. Okay! Since I was already there, I quickly took off my clothes and opened the small
bag. It turned out to be a pair of professional model leggings. The entire pair of underwear
consisted of only a triangular piece of fabric and a few thin threads. The fabric wasn't even half the size of my palm. It took me a while to finally manage to hide all the pubic hair
inside, but there was a small tuft sticking out at the top, which was unavoidable.

The dress was backless, so I couldn't wear a bra. The slit on the back almost reached above my buttocks,
and the slit on the right thigh went all the way to my waist. Wearing it made me incredibly sexy. Looking at
myself , I felt weak again. Without the bra and nipple covers, my breasts,
rubbing against the thin fabric with the rhythm of my high heels hitting the ground, quickly became erect. If you looked
closely , you could see small nipples. I hurried to the front desk and waited for a short while before today's
VIP arrived...

With a little excitement, I wanted to see Kevin's expression when he saw my outfit. But to my surprise,
Kevin, wearing dark sunglasses, just glanced at me briefly before turning and
walking towards the boss's office without looking back. Seriously?! Am I really that unattractive? I couldn't help but purse my lips.
Just then, Kevin's assistant passed by me again. This assistant was dressed sloppily, with curly
hair, a scruffy beard, and an unkempt appearance. His small, shifty eyes
sized up Linda and me. I frowned in disgust and carefully took a half-step back. Unexpectedly, the heel of my high heel stepped on my
long skirt, and I immediately lost my balance and was about to fall backward. I couldn't help but scream
. At that moment, the lewd assistant stepped forward and grabbed my waist. I immediately fell into his
arms . Only then did I feel my lower abdomen pressed tightly against his thigh through two thin layers of fabric.
His fingers were also pressed tightly against the lower edge of my braless breasts. I froze for a second before regaining my balance. His
hand withdrew smoothly, but before it went away, it seemed to move upward a little unintentionally. My breasts
trembled again, and I clearly felt his lower body quiver. I blushed and said thank you. At that moment, Kevin
turned to look at me, his expression pausing. Only then did I realize that the slit on my right thigh had fully opened due to
the movement, and the morning sunlight streamed through the door, shining directly onto my entire right leg, even
briefly revealing my leggings to Kevin's eyes. I don't know if it was just my imagination or what,
I seemed to see his burning gaze behind Kevin's sunglasses.

For a moment, I felt the thrill of exposing myself again… "Are you alright?" Kevin asked
me softly, his voice very pleasant. "I'm fine," I replied softly, a little afraid to meet his eyes. I adjusted
my skirt , regaining my composure. Kevin turned around immediately, "That's good." Whew… I breathed a
sigh of relief and continued greeting the other guests.

Half an hour later, Xiao Li ran over and winked at me, saying, "Xiao Qian, the boss wants you to go to his office now
." I agreed and headed towards the office. My woman's intuition told me that Xiao
Li was staring directly at my exposed back. Xiao Li was an intern who joined the company at the same time as me,
a very sunny guy. I didn't mind letting him have some ice cream, so I walked with a cat-like gait, deliberately making my heels
tap on the marble floor as I slowly made my way to the boss's office. After knocking on the door, I entered the
office the boss, Kevin, and his assistant inside. The boss greeted Kevin with a smile, "
Coming, coming! This is Xiaoqian, our new employee. She's currently in charge of managing the photographers' and models' schedules."
He then said to me, "Kevin wants you to temporarily model for
a . Is that okay?" I hesitated for a moment, "But I haven't had any professional training. Is
that alright?" Kevin smiled and said, "I'm looking for a non-professional model to demonstrate how to pose
. You're great, no problem!" I could only nod in agreement. The boss had Kevin's assistant
take me to get my makeup done and clothes prepared, and I followed him. In the instant I turned around, I didn't notice the boss and
Kevin exchanging a wicked smile...

(2)

Upon entering the dressing room, the lewd assistant surprisingly didn't show any lewdness. Instead,
he politely introduced me to a chubby makeup artist and told her that I wasn't a professional model and Kevin
needed me to temporarily assist with a demonstration photoshoot. The makeup artist readily agreed, and then the assistant left. After
the makeup artist got up and closed the door, she asked me to take off all my clothes, saying that she needed to apply foundation to my body.
I won't go into the details of the makeup process that followed, but I witnessed the makeup process of a professional photography model. It was extremely troublesome. I had to apply foundation,
use a hot water bottle to remove the marks from my underwear, use a special ointment to remove hair, and even
trim .

After all that, I looked at myself in the mirror and was so surprised that I couldn't believe the effect was so good.
Her body was flawless, her breasts perky and firm, and thanks to the cool air conditioning, two rosy nipples
subtly protruded above and in the center of her breasts. Her trimmed pubic hair flowed smoothly down her lower abdomen, forming a pretty little
triangle , and her collarbone, shaded, looked exceptionally sexy.

I sincerely thanked the makeup artist and, wearing a bathrobe, headed towards the photography studio. Inside, the lights and sets were already
prepared , making the entire studio as bright as day. Besides Kevin, the boss, and his assistant,
three photographers were waiting to observe. Kevin smiled and nodded at me when he saw me,
instantly easing much of my nervousness.

Kevin said to his assistant, "Xiaoqian doesn't have any professional modeling experience. Let's take a few photos of her in
everyday clothes to liven things up. Take Xiaoqian to pick out a few outfits." The assistant immediately smiled and led
me to the clothes racks behind the screen, saying, "Pick a few yourself. These are basic base layers. Unless Kevin
has other requests, all the clothes will come with these." She handed me a paper bag.
I took the bag and looked curiously at the clothes racks, which were filled with beautiful garments.

The racks were divided into several sections, mostly displaying ordinary dresses. I
glanced , not daring to look too closely; they were filled with sexy lingerie, various stockings, and robes. There was also a rack full
of sexy swimwear. In front of the assistant, I walked seriously to the racks with ordinary clothes, pretending
to pick out some . The assistant quickly told me to hurry and then slipped behind the screen.

I casually brushed my hand over the rows of clothes; the fabrics all felt wonderful. I couldn't help but think that being a model
must be pretty good—getting to wear so many beautiful clothes and take so many gorgeous photos for free every day…

Thinking this, a sailor uniform caught my eye. It reminded me of
my school uniform from my early days. Back then, the school uniforms were of poor quality; the white shirts were almost transparent in the sunlight. As a young girl just starting to develop, I loved going braless
, my two little breasts peeking out from under the sun, enjoying the admiring glances from the boys in my class.
Unfortunately, this didn't last long. My mother seemed to have noticed, so the boys' "privilege" only lasted for less than two
weeks … I picked up the sailor uniform and examined it closely. I noticed the fabric was a thin silk.
Having done some part-time modeling before, I knew that while these kinds of clothes seemed relatively safe at first glance, they became quite revealing under the slightly infrared light of
a photo studio , especially if the clothes were loose. The light shining through the fabric
would reveal everything underneath.

I immediately imagined the scene – the perfect opportunity for exposure. Everyone would think it was an accidental
flash , but I would enjoy the thrill of exposing my body. Thinking about it made my face flush,
and my hands holding the clothes trembled slightly. A fierce internal struggle ensued: should I choose this outfit? Just then,
Kevin asked from behind the screen, "Xiaoqian, is there a problem?" I snapped out of my reverie and hurriedly replied, "No
problem, almost done."

I grabbed the basic underwear set and started putting it on. The bra was a lace bra in the same color scheme as my sailor uniform.
The design was very daring, entirely made of mesh and lace, and of excellent quality. It had
a fantastic lifting effect, seemingly instantly increasing my cup size, revealing a deep cleavage as the buttons were fastened.
The panties were also a white thong, almost like the leggings I'd worn before – pitifully small. I
knew these were specially designed for professional models to avoid any embarrassing marks in the photos. The only
difference is that the leggings I wore before were flesh-colored cotton, while these are made of completely sheer mesh.

After hurriedly putting them on, I realized the neckline was a bit low, about 15 centimeters below my collarbone
, and it was also a bit loose for my figure, making the neckline appear even wider, revealing
a deep cleavage when I bent over.

Although the skirt and top are a one-piece dress, they have boat-shaped slits in both the front and back, which...
Only the sides of the skirt and the fabric of the top were visible, revealing my navel and lower back, making me look both cute and sexy.

The skirt was a bit short, about 15 centimeters above the knee. After I got dressed and went outside, I found that
the noisy studio had suddenly become quiet. Everyone was staring at me. Looking in the mirrors around me, I realized that the
dress was indeed quite sexy. Because the skirt was quite large and short, it felt
like it could be blown up by a gust of wind at any moment. And because I was standing on the photography platform, I was
about I felt like they could see the other half of my thighs covered by the skirt if they looked up.
At this moment, Kevin frowned as he looked at me, paused for a few seconds, and said, "Ken, go find her a pair of
flesh-colored stockings to match the short skirt, and also find a pair of white high heels." "Okay!" The assistant responded
and went behind the screen. A moment later, he returned with the stockings and high heels. It turned out that the lewd assistant was named Ken
. I took the stockings and shoes and walked behind the screen, found a chair, and started putting on the stockings. Halfway through, I
looked up saw through a gap in the edge of the screen that its reflection was visible in the mirrors around the studio.

My entire shadow, through the bright light and the thin white fabric of the screen, was completely visible
to . I even saw a photographer peering through the mirror towards the gap in the screen's reflection.
It turned out that although the screen blocked everyone's direct view, the studio's unique
location, with its floor-to-ceiling mirrors on all four walls, allowed for some angles to reveal what was behind it. Good heavens! Did that mean I was completely exposed
while ?

A jolt of electricity shot from my feet to my head, my body went limp, and I almost couldn't sit up. A
faint . What a fantastic opportunity for exposure! I couldn't help but feel excited.

Hmph! I couldn't let you get away with this so quickly. I shifted my chair, hiding myself
where the mirror couldn't reflect my body, and turned my entire side towards the people outside the screen. (Since you can see, of course I have to
show off my best side!)

I lifted one leg, stood on tiptoe, and slowly put on my stockings. I could almost hear
heavy breathing outside. At that moment, I was mesmerized… The stockings were ultra-transparent, airy stockings. What was special was that
the entire stocking was seamlessly designed 360 degrees, without a single seam. The completely transparent
design was like a second skin on my legs, making my skin tone even out and whiter. At the same time, the stockings
provided almost no coverage. Feeling the transparent wrapping against my lower abdomen, the dark forest
reflected coated with a hazy sheen, appearing even more mysterious.
I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down, and then stepped out from behind the screen in my 12-centimeter pointed stilettos. The elongating effect of the high heels made
my already long and straight legs look even more alluring, and I was quite confident in them.
Looking at the three photographers watching from below, their eyes practically practically devouring me, I felt a mix of nervousness and anticipation
. Seemingly sensing my nervousness, Kevin smiled and softly said, "Don't be nervous,
Xiaoqian . Try a few poses you usually use for photos." I nodded gratefully and casually struck a few
poses in front of the camera.

Having had some experience as a part-time model before, my nervousness
gradually dissipated with the clicks of the shutter. As I relaxed more and more, Kevin praised my talent and then gave
the other photographers pointers on how to guide models who were unprofessional or nervous.
He then turned to the camera behind me and directed me to pose with one knee on a chair, arms supporting myself on the back, and
the other leg stretched back as far as possible, on tiptoe. "Come on, Xiaoqian, that's very good. Lift your hips up
a bit more, press your waist down, yes! Open your legs wider, relax, very good!

Tighten your back leg, tilt your head back, let your hair fall down..." I tried my best
to pose according to Kevin's instructions, turning my head halfway to show my profile to the camera. In the instant I turned my head, I noticed in the bright mirror
that due to the pose, part of my short skirt had ridden up to my waist. The already short skirt now barely covered
the bottom of my buttocks. Plus, the photographers watching were standing below the stage, and from this angle, they might even be able to see up my skirt
.

I became more and more excited as the photos were taken, and I felt my lower body getting slightly wet. Next, Kevin told me
to turn around, bend over, and bring my arms together to make my cleavage even more alluring. I even
caught a glimpse of Kevin's eyes flashing with a wicked light, and his hands were still adjusting the bulge in his crotch!

"Alright, take a break!" Kevin's command interrupted the rising pleasure within me.
Just as I was feeling annoyed, Kevin said to his assistant, "Kenn, go get a sofa,
turn off the stage lights, and shine a spotlight on Xiaoqian!" The
stage lights were quickly and efficiently switched off, and a bright yellow spotlight was turned on and shone on me. Because of the lighting, I couldn't see the expressions of anyone
in the audience , which actually made me feel more relaxed. After the sofa was brought over,
Kevin had me lie on my side on it, with one leg bent at the knee and the other leg resting on
the ground. In this position, my thighs were almost at a 60-degree angle, and my short skirt
was almost pulled up to the middle of my buttocks because I was sitting on the low sofa. I was facing Kevin's camera, and Kevin
was less than a meter in front of me, snapping photos. I could hardly control my emotions, and my whole body trembled
slightly . I felt the mesh panties were already soaked with my own vaginal fluid. I gradually
felt short of breath, and fine beads of sweat appeared on my forehead.

Thankfully, the sofa armrests below the stage shouldn't see my embarrassing state, I
tried to convince myself… Then Kevin made me repeat the position I'd been in on the chair back, but this time he
required me to kneel on the sofa cushions, legs spread, body leaning forward against the backrest. Looking in the mirror, I
realized my thighs were almost entirely exposed to Kevin's camera and everyone's gaze. It seemed that just
a little higher and I could see the thin line of my thong—completely unprotected and even more tempting.

I could no longer control my lust, and I let out a soft, suppressed moan…

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