The Job Offer

Seated on my bed, I open the email again. Earlier, I’d only read the introduction where Victor said I got the part. As I read the rest of the email, I learn my modelling partner’s name as well as the full list of poses for the shoot.

I scan down list of poses. All of them are sexy, but the last one is the naughtiest of all. My face is on fire as I read it

– Sitting on bed, Fiona between Mark’s legs. Mark’s lips against Fiona’s neck, Mark’s right hand on Fiona’s breast, his left hand sliding into her panties.

I knew the poses would be explicit but that last one makes me a little uncomfortable. Only one guy has ever got close to that part of me. It was a few seconds of over-the-clothes rubbing while we made out.

My friends like to tease me because I’m nineteen years old and never had sex. It’s not like I don’t want sex. I really do. But I’m a total cliche and want my first time to be with someone I love.

Maybe I shouldn’t take the job after all.

No. I can’t back out after they accepted