My Part-Time Modeling Experience - Chapter 8 (Original Version)

The next day, I slept until almost noon before waking up to find Kevin gone. On the table were milk, fried eggs, and bread, along with a note filled with tender words of love. I knew that from today onwards, I would begin a new life…
After yesterday's passionate and heartfelt communication, my mindset has changed. I no longer feel that exposing my body is a shameful act. Instead, I have decided to follow my heart and let nature take its course, no longer hiding myself but boldly showing off my figure without caring about other people's thoughts and attitudes.
After calling my boss to ask for half a day off, I slowly enjoyed Kevin's lovingly prepared breakfast, took a shower, and feeling refreshed, opened my wardrobe to prepare my clothes for the afternoon's work. Since I've decided to enjoy life, of course I have to make some changes, especially since modeling agencies are full of hot girls and revealing outfits that are nothing new; I certainly can't fall behind! Of course, I still need to wear underwear, after all, it's for work! I carefully selected a set of black lace underwear; the entire bra cup, except for a few lace patterns in the center, was made of transparent mesh, and the shoulder straps were also very thin.
The panties are sheer lace mesh panties in the same color family. On a side note, many women who have worn thongs know that they tend to dig into the skin after a while, no matter how soft the fabric, and eventually cause chafing and pain. Therefore, I rarely wear thongs out; I prefer not to wear any or only pantyhose that don't require underwear. These panties are completely sheer and seamless in the back, with only some lace at the front, making them both sexy and comfortable.
After getting my lingerie sorted, I chose a white silk blouse. Imagine the sheer white blouse reflecting the thin straps of my black bra, and if you look closely, you can even see the lace detailing on the chest – isn't that sexy? I paired it with a red pencil skirt, not too short, about 15 centimeters above the knee, but with a slit in the back that went all the way up to my hips. Because the skirt was a bodycon design, there was no risk of wardrobe malfunction. I found a pair of ultra-thin, invisible black stockings, put them on, and then added a pair of red high heels before confidently heading out.
I originally planned to take a taxi, but then I suddenly remembered the time I was sexually assaulted to the point of orgasm by a high school student on the bus, so I inexplicably decided to take the subway to the company. As it turned out, the subway was very empty after the morning rush hour, so I could only find a seat and text with Kevin to kill time.
When I glanced up casually, I noticed a middle-aged man sitting opposite me. He turned his head away awkwardly, seemingly because his gaze had been fixed on my crotch… Although I wasn't entirely sure, a strange thrill of being spied on still welled up inside me. I decided to test him, so I subtly shifted my buttocks forward slightly, pressing my skirt against my body. The stockings and the skirt's lining were slippery, easily causing the skirt to ride up quite a bit above my thighs. Pretending to be a little tired, I adjusted my posture, naturally spreading my legs slightly. I then glanced at the man opposite me, pretending to look at my phone. Sure enough, his eyes were fixed on my exposed thighs, encased in sheer black stockings, as if trying to see right through me, peering into the shadows beneath my skirt.
I knew the skirt itself wasn't short, and the bodycon design meant my legs couldn't spread too wide. Plus, with the protection of black stockings, this guy's efforts were probably futile, but his impatient manner was quite funny. I secretly decided to give him a little compensation. I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my shirt and pretended to accidentally drop my phone. Then, I bent down to pick it up from under the seat. The third button of my shirt was already slightly below my nipples, and from his angle, he could probably see my entire chest. Even though I was wearing a bra, it was just a completely transparent layer of mesh…
The middle-aged man was clearly shocked by the sudden benefit, and stood there bewildered, staring at the beautiful woman's high breasts and unfathomable cleavage.
The small satisfaction of revealing my true feelings made up for the boredom of the subway ride. I then told Kevin the story I had just heard, and Kevin quickly replied: "You little rascal, you're being playful again. Come to my photography studio after get off work today, I'll take you on some exciting adventures..."
I quickly pressed him for details about what was fun, but this rascal stubbornly refused to tell me.
When I arrived at the company, Xiao Li greeted me warmly: "Hello, Sister Xiaoqian!" But her eyes were secretly glancing at my chest, which made me realize that I hadn't buttoned up my shirt yet... Since it wasn't buttoned up, I'll give you a little treat!
After I greeted him, I told him, "Come with me to the archives to find some documents."
Xiao Li readily agreed. We chatted and laughed all the way to the archives. I told Xiao Li that I was wearing a skirt and it was inconvenient for me to wear it. Could you help me find the two highest rows on that shelf? I'll look for the three rows below. I'll treat you to milk tea this afternoon!
As Xiao Li agreed, he nimbly climbed up the escalator, while I helped him hold the legs of the escalator from below. He looked down and asked, "Sister Xiaoqian, what is the name of the file you are looking for?"
I looked up and replied, "It's the agreement between the company and XXX magazine for sending models. It was around the 5th of last month." I held onto the escalator with both hands, my breasts naturally pressing together higher, and this position resulted in my neckline being completely open. Of course, I knew how devastating this position and angle would be to an inexperienced young man like Xiao Li, but outwardly I pretended not to know I was exposing myself, chatting with him while pushing the escalator wheels, enjoying the slight pleasure of exposure…
Before I knew it, the afternoon had passed. Full of anticipation, I rushed to Kevin's studio. After a passionate kiss, I asked curiously, "What exciting thing do you want to do?"
Kevin said with a serious face, "As your agent, I've arranged a photoshoot for you. The photographers are four amateur photography enthusiasts. The subject matter is stockings and sexy lingerie. We'll provide some props and costumes related to the subject matter. The photographer may bring some of their own clothes. You'll choose four outfits for the shoot. The entire shoot will last two hours, and the fee is 15,000 yuan..."
I started getting excited halfway through Kevin's story; sure enough, opening up to each other brought us closer. This kind of activity satisfied our individual interests and even made us a little extra money—why not?
The two then discussed outfit choices. Kevin strongly insisted that I choose a completely sheer, all-over sheer pantyhose bodysuit, and I blushed and my heart raced as I agreed. I personally preferred the high-slit swimsuit I wore during the first shoot, and Kevin liked it too, of course. Kevin also chose a completely sheer mesh evening gown that wasn't included in the second shoot, plus a semi-sheer top and a very short sailor suit, and a 70cm long, stretchy, tight-fitting bodycon dress. For underwear, of course, I wore small, thin, and sheer leggings, and also prepared small nude-colored nipple covers and C-string panties. This way, I could be daringly revealing without being too revealing…
The pre-arranged shooting date arrived quickly. Since the shoot was at a hotel, Kevin diligently installed the necessary lighting equipment in the car. I didn't wear a bra so I wouldn't have time to remove any bra lines before the shoot. That day, I wore a white chiffon dress, having deliberately cut off the petticoat, making the entire dress appear very sheer in the sunlight. The top was also made of the same white chiffon fabric, and my breasts were clearly visible through the thin fabric. Since we were traveling with Kevin's car and not on the street, I didn't wear any outerwear to cover myself…
Seeing my outfit, Kevin got distracted on the way, touching my thigh while driving, which made me feel a slow, warm flow from my private parts even before we reached the hotel. When we got to the hotel, I realized I'd overlooked a detail: I had to wear this see-through chiffon dress with the lining cut off all the way from the parking lot to room 1311, where the photoshoot was taking place, in broad daylight…
There was no other way when things came to it, so I could only hug Kevin's arms to try and cover my nipples. Coincidentally, a car drove up in front of us, its bright headlights shining directly on my semi-transparent chiffon dress. Experienced girls know that semi-transparent dresses are generally safe in dim lighting, but I don't need to elaborate on what happens under bright light... I felt like the light was X-rays illuminating my entire body. Accompanied by the driver's surprised and astonished expression, I fled into the elevator in a disheveled state.
Kevin smiled mischievously, and I could clearly feel the warm current gradually gathering in my private parts. I couldn't help but pinch Kevin's genitals in a fit of resentment, and the firm touch made my heart race again.
After finally reaching the door of room 1311, Kevin raised his wrist and muttered, "I'm 20 minutes late," before gently knocking on the door.
When the door opened, the four photographers, who had been waiting for a long time, were all astonished by my semi-transparent clothing. Their eyes widened, and they were speechless...
I awkwardly broke the ice by introducing myself, and they quickly followed suit. Let me briefly introduce the four of them: A: Hua Zai, the organizer of this event, a rather refined-looking guy in a clean denim t-shirt. B: Hua Zai's friend, A Yong, wearing loose beach shorts and flip-flops, shirtless, chewing betel nut, his lecherous gaze openly scanning me up and down, a noticeable bulge in his crotch. C: Another friend of Hua Zai, Xiao Tian, seemed a bit nervous, glancing at me every now and then, a handsome young man, surprisingly still a high school student. D: A Jian, a friend Hua Zai found online to make up the group, in his forties with a large belly, smiling innocently.
After the introduction, A-Yong complained, "How come we're almost half an hour late? Don't you know our time is precious too?"
Kevin could only smile apologetically and apologize for the traffic. Andy Lau, however, seemed unforgiving, saying he should have left earlier if there was traffic…
Seeing that the atmosphere was getting a bit awkward, I said in a sweet voice, "Alright, alright, gentlemen, it was my fault. How about this, I'll give you one more outfit for free as an apology, instead of the four outfits we agreed on today..."
Everyone nodded in agreement. Next, they discussed the costumes for the shoot. Of the costumes Kevin and I prepared, only the all-over transparent sheer stocking bodysuit and the high-cut swimsuit were selected. The other three sets were taken out by A-Yong from his big bag. I didn't look closely and he said it was a nightgown from an anime cosplay and a police uniform.
Then I went to change my clothes. Kevin said he'd go downstairs to a coffee shop to sit for a while and would come back up in two hours. After saying that, he winked at me and closed the door before leaving. I understood and secretly turned on the voice recorder hidden in my handbag. This was something we had agreed on beforehand: it would allow him to monitor the situation, protect me, and also allow me to enjoy the thrill of my girlfriend being humiliated. In addition, the four photographers would be less hesitant to act without him on set, and I could tease them more boldly, hehe.
After Kevin left, I picked up the policewoman's uniform and went into the bathroom to change. That's when I realized it was a double room for couples, and the bathroom walls were made of frosted glass. It seemed like my changing was going to be completely exposed. Luckily, there should be some privacy in the important areas, I reassured myself, but my mind was already set on enjoying the next two hours...
With a determined heart, I turned on all the lights in the bathroom, including the heater bulb. This created a stark contrast between the inside and outside, making it impossible for me to see what the four people outside were doing. I felt like a stripper on a stage. I deliberately maintained an alluring posture with my hips lifted and chest out, slowly unzipping my chiffon dress. I lifted the neckline and let the dress slowly slide down my body, gradually revealing my high breasts, flat stomach, mysterious triangle area, pert buttocks, and long thighs. Finally, the dress slowly slid to the floor. I gracefully stepped over the dress in my high heels and walked to the mirror to study the policewoman's uniform.
I knew perfectly well that every movement and every curve of my body was being observed by the four people outside through the semi-transparent frosted glass. Their gaze returned to the uniform: a white silk shirt with epaulettes on the shoulders and several ribbons hanging from the short sleeves—quite pretty, though slightly sheer. The shirt had no buttons, only extra fabric at the hem for ties. The skirt was an extremely short, form-fitting pencil skirt; calling it pencil-fitting wasn't quite accurate, as it barely covered my buttocks, almost completely exposing them. I also wore a pair of sheer, flesh-colored pantyhose with a single stripe at the crotch. I carefully applied my nipple covers and put on the sheer mesh pantyhose, then deliberately projected the slow, alluring motion of putting on the stockings onto the outside world.
After quickly putting on her top and skirt, she casually tied a knot with the fabric at the corner of her clothes, put on a pair of 14cm patent leather black high heels, and walked out with unsteady steps.
As expected, I was greeted by four blank faces and a frozen atmosphere. I was actually quite nervous, after all, it was the first time I had planned to flirt with someone. I took a deep breath to keep my voice from trembling, turned halfway around on the spot, and asked in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Is this okay?"
Andy Lau was the first to react and say "okay." Then I started to improvise and strike poses as I pleased. First, I sat on the sofa and let my skirt ride up to the upper part of my hips. I crossed my legs, leaned over, and gave the camera a flirty wink. Then, without pulling the skirt down any further, I stood up straight. At this point, my private parts were only covered by transparent mesh leggings and even more transparent flesh-colored stockings. Luckily, I chose black leggings, so my pubic hair wasn't too noticeable.
But at this moment, I could clearly feel their breathing becoming heavier, and the camera was getting closer and closer to me. I turned over and lay face down on the back of the sofa, my right leg kneeling on the sofa cushion, my left leg straight with my toes touching the ground, and my thighs slightly apart. Click, click, the sound of camera shutters rang out behind me. Since I couldn't see what was happening behind me, I could vaguely feel their hot breath on my private parts.
I lay down on the bed again, pressing my waist down and lifting my chest. The cool air brushing against my breasts stimulated my nipples, causing them to instantly become erect. Then, A-Yong directed me to make several sexually suggestive movements, touching my breasts and genitals. They all got aroused, and I was feeling incredibly nervous and itchy. Luckily, the alarm I had set went off, and it was time to shoot the first outfit. I wondered if I would be unable to resist rubbing my clitoris in front of them if things continued like this…

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