Dirty Little Secrets(Short Stories)
I've always been a struggling artist, scraping by with sketches and commissions, but today was different,my first real nude piece, and I was desperate to get it right. The pressure was on; rent was due, and my portfolio needed something bold to catch a gallery's eye. That's where Sarah came in, my best friend since college, always the reliable one. She'd agreed to be my muse, saying it was no big deal, but as she stood in my cluttered studio, the air thick with the smell of turpentine and old canvases, I realized just how big of a deal it was going to be.