

“By the way”, he stammered, humbly hunched over a large flopping black folder, “If you’d ever want to do photos like this in my studio…” he gestured while opening to the first page, “…I’ll pay you $125 per hour.” The black floppy folder contained pretty pictures of y0ung ladies like myself, but naked, in romantic gestures such as holding a rose, or reclining on a fluffy pillow. Tasteful… I confirmed to myself. We had just finished shooting fashion in the park, and I felt pretty safe with this guy… but I didn’t want to be belittled and f0rced into something I would regret again… that first experience left a really bad impression on me. “Thanks… but no thanks…” I politely declined, while wincing at the loss of potential income… working in fast food and having to pay rent was a real struggle at the ripe age of 18. But that’s not where our story ends… To be continued….