Rent time was coming around again too soon. Tess was beginning to wonder if going back to school was such a good idea. Did she really need her masters?

The degree she had struggled to get fresh out of high school hadn't really prompted many really great job prospects after four years of hard work.

Seems like you have to have a masters degree now to get anywhere in the real world.

Thinking that perhaps she needed to find some way to top up her meagre income from her part-time job, she perused the local paper looking for something she could fit in to what little spare time she did have, what with classes, studying and her part-time job waiting tables in the pub.

One small ad caught her eye. "Photographers model required. No nudity. Must be fairly small and slim."

" Well that's certainly me" she thought. 5'2" and 110lbs. Boobs are kind of small, but they are firm and suit my small frame."

" I wonder what kind of photography?" She had done some modelling through college, mainly nude for art classes for other students, and some lingerie work for a magazine once, so she was comfortable enough with her figure to not be worried if some nude work did come up. She figured it would pay more if it did.

Making a note of the number, she decided she would give them a call during her lunch break.

The guy who answered the call for the newspaper ad sounded harassed and in a hurry. He asked her age, and whether she had done any modelling before.

Asked her if she had a pen and paper, and when Tess replied yes, he told her to write down the address and asked when she could come for an interview.

Tess quickly looked at her calendar and asked if she could come tomorrow afternoon. She actually had some spare hours tomorrow after one PM.

He quickly told her to come at one thirty. Ring the buzzer for Masque Ball. Then he quickly see you tomorrow. Don't be late, bye. And he was gone.

Putting the phone down and heading in to the kitchen she suddenly realized she hadn't asked what the rate was.

Quickly hitting redial she was disappointed to get a busy tone.

" Oh well", she thought. "It has to pay more than the miserable $12 PH I get at the pub. And it would be easer on her feet for sure."

Feeling better about the approaching rent day, she decided she deserved a celebration and opened a Pepsi from the fridge and sat down to catch up on her e-mails before heading to bed.

Showering in the morning she examined her body scrupulously to make sure she didn't have any blemishes, not that she was too worried. These days they can edit out anything like that, but she didn't want to turn up for the interview with a zitty bum or anything in case she had to show some skin.

She was glad she had splurged out for electrolysis for her pubic area. She hated shaving and the waxing was way too painful.

Holding the hand mirror for a better view she was pleased to see her vulva looked as smooth as it felt. She liked the way her soapy fingers slid over her mound when she was in the shower. Sliding her fingers over her mound and down across her plump labia sent a frisson of electricity running through her, from her clit and up to her nipples. They stiffened immediately and started to ache. Parting her labia with one finger sliding between them she was surprised at how quickly she had become aroused. Her finger came away slick and coated with her juices.

Tess suddenly remembered she hadn't masturbated for weeks. She had been to wiped out at the end of the day. There was no way she had time to even rub a quick one out. Who was she kidding. She never had quick ones, they all took at least an hour. No time for that now.

She wiped herself on her towel and taking a quick look at her pert breasts and cute shapely bottom she headed into the bedroom and got dressed for school.

Classes seemed to take forever. Tess was glad Today was a half day, and she was relieved when it was finally time to head out. She would just have time for a quick bite before heading out for her interview at the photographers.

After a hurried burger and pop Tess looked for the bus to take her across town to the address of the studio. The bus dropped her two blocks from the building, which looked a bit run down. Walking up until she found the address she looked for Masque Ball. Found the buzzer and pressed. It took a couple of rings before someone answered. Tess announced herself and the voice told her to come on up to the fourth floor and there was a buzz and she pushed the street door open.

Tess wasn't totally surprised to find there was no elevator, so up the four flights of stairs she hurried. Once on the fourth flour landing the studio door was right in front of her.

Knocking quickly, she opened the door and went in. She was pleasantly surprised to find a bright, spacious studio. The building had given her the impression the studio might have been a bit seedy, like the exterior.

" Hi I'm Tess. About the modelling position." Seated at a desk, going through photographs was a guy who looked quite old by his stooped posture, but as he turned and stood up to greet her Tess could see it was just the way he had been perched on the stool.

" Brad" He said, offering his hand. "Glad to see you are on time. I do like punctuality."

He was actually probably in his late forties, maybe early fifties. His handshake was firm, but not crushing. He was about 5'10" Stockily built with a small grayish goatee and warm brown eyes. Tess felt a small quiver pass through her and quickly released his hand.

He asked her a few questions about what she was doing for employment and seemed impressed she was trying for her masters. He also asked what modelling experience she had, if any. Tess told him about the art classes at college and the lingerie work.

He told her he was glad she wasn't a complete novice and probably wouldn't have any problems with the sort of model he wanted. Once again he reassured her there would be no nudity.

" That being said, would you mind taking your jeans and top off so that I can get some idea of your body shape? What are your measurements, by the way?"

Tess wasn't really expecting to be stripping this soon in the job, but figured what the heck.

" My measurements are 34b,28,36." She rattled off as she undid her jeans and sliding the zipper down, pushed them down over her hips and down her legs, stepping out of them, having kicked her shoes off. Grabbing the hem of her top, she lifted it up and over her head. She could feel her nipples grow and become erect. It wasn't cold in the room.

Placing her clothes on a nearby chair, she turned for his inspection. He leaned against his desk and studied her for a minute then asked her to turn and face away from him.

Tess did as was told and hoped he was satisfied with what he was seeing. She couldn't believe her cheeks were burning.

After a minute he told Tess she could get dressed. " You will be fine Tess. Just the sort of figure I am needing at the moment." " I supply photographs for a couple of fetish magazines. You will be wearing a mask during the shoots, unless you decide not too. Would you have a problem modelling that kind of costume?"

Tess really wasn't sure what "fetish" costumes entailed other than leather and lace, that sort of thing. How bad could it be. She informed him that would not be a problem and he picked up a couple of consent forms from the desk and showed her where to sign and asked if she had any questions.

Tess told him he hadn't mentioned wages.

"$50 an hour basic. Anything other than that, we can discuss."

Tess figured that was a lot more than she made as an hourly rate at the pub, so she agreed.

" When would you like me to start Brad?" "Can you come in on Sunday for a couple of hours? " He asked.

She said she would see him then and just before she left, he told her to wear a loose dress and no underwear on Sunday.

That kind of took her aback for a minute, but replied she would do, then headed out the door.

Skipping down the steps Tess went over what was said during the interview, analyzing everything. A lot to think about, not the least of which was her immediate attraction to Brad.

She had few lovers in her past, mostly because she had been so busy with school. Plus she found the students she met were mostly fairly immature. The guys more concerned with drinking in their spare time.

She had always found herself attracted to older men and had a couple of serious crushes on different teachers when she was younger. Nothing had come of these infatuations, basically because she was too shy to approach them and they probably would have been to scared of jeopardizing their careers.

Consequently, she had never bothered to date much. Preferring to fantasize about various teachers and lecturers while she masturbated in her bed at night.

Riding home on the bus Tess remembered how her nipples had gotten hard when she undressed for Brad, and she could tell sitting there her panties were definitely a bit damp. She blushed thinking about it.