The Model's Secret: Part 2/2

I definitely had fun with this flashback post, and I wrote this one a little longer than normal. Let me know what you think, and VIP members, head over to the server to see the last few photos that inspired me originally years ago. 

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It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that Charlie had probably found out everything that his husband had been doing behind his back with Tony. The photo shoot had been a clue, but this email was a giant red flag waving in his inbox.

Tony had sat down at his desk after breakfast to go through the random offers that he usually deleted, and right there at the top of his screen was one from his agent marked as Important.

Hey Tony,

I had a last-minute meeting pop up today, so I won’t be able to meet with you about the proofs that I got from Pablo late last night. I saw so many good ones so I forwarded back that he could pick any of them for his site.

That was the first bad sign- Charlie was the rare agent that actually valued what Tony thought. Now, he just gave a random photographer that he’d barely talked to full reins with his nude photos that he hadn’t even seen before. It only got worse though as he kept reading.

I also got an exclusive offer to have you mingle around with some other models at an industry party tonight for Pablo. It’s an exclusive invite, and it comes with a hefty paycheck. You’ll need to be wearing the same outfit though that you ended up in for the shoot yesterday. Once you get to the gate, you can get naked and then drive up to his house. His people will take over from there, but I’ll be there to make sure that everything is okay. I think there are about a dozen other models who will be doing the same thing.

I already had my phone out to call him when the second email came through to my inbox- it was a screenshot of what Pablo was offering. The sum was big enough to look like a mistake, but five minutes later, I got the direct deposit notification. I still didn’t know if I’d be able to deliver once I got to the gate tonight, but I’d be putting aside my morals to try.

Replying back to Charlie, he just gave me a thumbs up emoji as a response. I tried to go about my day as if it were normal, but I kept thinking of that feeling of being exposed yesterday which had me too distracted at the gym. I knew that I couldn’t shower there in the locker room, so I just packed up my duffel bag and headed back home to get ready.

The rest of the afternoon somehow flew by, and I was soon getting ready for the party. I didn’t have much to do- I just threw on jeans and a t-shirt since no one except security would be seeing them anyway. I did add a nice watch and cologne since that’s all I’d be taking in with me. I also packed nice shoes just in case.

Forty minutes later, right as the sun had finally descended below the trees surrounding Pablo’s estate, I was pulled up to the gate. He lived in the middle of nowhere, and I really thought that Charlie was fucking with me until the gate appeared at the front of a gravel driveway. Not the gravel driveway I was used to, but the sandstone pebbles that delicately crunched under your tires.

“Name?”

There was a lone security guard standing in the small alcove beside the gate, and he stepped out of the shadows with his clipboard in hand.

“Tony Serrano”

He flipped to the second page and then the third which made it set in how many people were truly going to be here tonight.

“Would you maybe be under a different name?”

“I’m here at the request of Charlie Donaldson if that helps.”

He didn’t even need to scan through the list to find Charlie’s name.

“Ah, you’re the model then- I’ve been waiting for you.”

He was practically licking his lips as he turned around to get a basket out of his stand behind him, and he just stood there waiting as I got of the car. There was really no way to keep stalling because I definitely didn’t want to still be standing here if another car pulled up behind me. Peeling off my shirt and unbuttoning my jeans, I quickly took those and my shoes off and handed them over to him.

“I’ve been instructed to take everything sir- your underwear and socks as well.”

“I was hoping you wouldn’t say that, but…”

I tried to think of some way to finish that sentence, but I just let it hang in the air as I reached for the last bits of covering that I had left. Then, for the second time in two days, I was naked again in front of a stranger. He definitely did not have the same poker face that Pablo had put on yesterday, and he ogled my body before turning around to shelve my clothes for safe keeping.

“I’ll see you after the party, sir.”

There was an inflection to that last word that tried to melt me, and I just silently got back into my car and shifted into gear as the gates opened before me. There was a long winding driveway through a corridor of tall trees, and as I turned a corner, the house loomed in front of me. I’d searched up his name before coming tonight, and I knew that Pablo came from family money, but I had no idea that his family had this much money.

As I pulled my car up into the circular driveway, I saw a valet head towards me, and he didn’t seem surprised at all that I was fully naked. The security guard must have radioed ahead for me.

“We’ve been expecting you, sir. Here’s your outfit for the evening.”

I knew it- I knew that I wouldn’t be forced to get- Oh.

The valet was holding out a mask befitting a masquerade ball, and there wasn’t anything else. Taking it from him once I was out of the car, I tied it on and prayed that this little piece of cloth would hide my identity until I was given the go ahead to leave again. I gave the valet my key and looked up to see people at all of the windows at the front of the second floor, and before any of them paused their conversations to look down, I quickly headed inside. I was ushered to a back staircase, and then, without a flourish, I was ushered inside into the party. The partygoers near me seemed taken aback by my nudity but not disgusted or shocked. The other models were already here, or this might just be a normal occurrence at Pablo’s parties. Charlie’s email had just told me to mill about, and that’s what I did. There were large displays of Pablo’s photography around the room, and I gravitated to them not necessarily because of their beauty but because I wasn’t the only naked body on display when I was near them.

The shots were beautiful, and as I headed to another easel, my breath caught in my throat- there I was. Pablo had already printed one of my shots, and I saw myself sitting on that fallen tree from yesterday, completely naked. My hand was on my thigh next to my hard cock, and my head was thrown back in ecstasy. I looked like I was enjoying myself, and I’m glad that I was able to sell that fantasy. As all eyes in the room turned away from me, I once again knew that I needed to put on a brave face for whatever was coming next.

Pablo was on a raised dais next to a projection screen that had been rotating through various photo shoots since I’d arrived. The screen had gone dark now as he began talking.

“First of all, I’m so glad that everyone could find time tonight to come to my humble abode for this soirée.” The tasteful laughter hinted that he probably started most of his party speeches like this. “I was always told that a successful party needs good food, good people, good entertainment, and a little bit of drama to keep it from being boring. This little presentation that a close friend entrusted me with has the last two covered. I hope you enjoy!”

The lights dimmed a bit, but not enough for me to disappear into the shadows. The slideshow of photos began again, and this time, there was that photo of me as well which had me blush as red as the discarded flannel on the leaves beside me. A few more photos slid past, and then, the screen transitioned to a video. Unlike the photos before it, this didn’t look professionally done, and my confusion turned to horror once I realized what I was looking at on the screen.

This video was set in a barn- the barn behind Charlie’s house. I remember exactly when this happened, but I’d have never been there if I knew that someone had been recording. I walked into frame next and began undressing before Charlie’s husband entered behind me. His clothes were off in seconds, and then our lips met before I knelt down to wrap my lips around another part of his anatomy. The crowd was loving it, and slowly, the people around me recognized me. The mask hid my face, but it did nothing to hide the tattoos emblazoned across my chest.

My chest felt like it was on fire as people kept looking back at it, and I tried to back up when I felt a firm hand clamp down on my shoulder.

“Going somewhere?”

Turning around to face him, I saw Charlie’s face portray more sadness than anger. This was not pure revenge- it felt like a plea for me to stop. Nodding my head, I followed him outside where he handed over my clothes that he’d somehow gotten from the guard stand.

“My husband and I are getting a divorce, and he announced that he’s moving back home to live with his parents for a bit.” He stared at me to see a reaction, but I unfortunately realized that this whole affair had been for nothing. I didn’t feel sadness that he was gone, and that made it worse what I’d done to a friend. “I can see that you’re humiliated, and that was my end goal. I’m not here to destroy you though so you’re not fired. Until I feel better though, expect more photo shoots with Pablo.”

Reaching forward, he grabbed my shirt before I could put it on.

“And don’t get used to being able to wear these in shoots until then.”