Picture's worth 1000 words (AngelicImpurity)
 

Casper Hollenbeck was a world class photographer, which ment it was perfectly accepted for him to do things that weren't socially acceptable or expected. Which was part of why he was looking for a newbie to be his next model.

He wanted to find a fresh face and mold it as his own. Not literally, but metaphorically. That, and he wanted a few other things from his model. So, he was holding auditions, and he'd just rejected the seventh candidate. "Next!"

He was really hoping for something good.

He got something better than good.

Stepping through the door shyly, dressed in a simple dress, was a boy who was clearly barely past his eighteenth birthday. Long blonde hair on his head, cute glasses over his blue eyes. Freckles on his face, that clearly pointed to a coating of them on his body. And his body... Ohhhh dear! Slim and fit, until you neared his waist. His ass was big and round, and clearly perfect for modelling.

"Um... Hello sir. My name is Nathaniel Jamis..." he said, smiling shyly to him.

Casper looked over the new boy. He admittedly had a good figure. But there was more than that to modeling. The right attitude could make or break pictures. "Hello there. Turn." He made a circle motion with his finger. He wanted the other to spin for him. He didn't introduce himself. This was his business, people should know him.

Nathan flushed softly, and took a breath to steady himself. He spun gracefully when he'd collected himself for just a moment. Clearly, he'd had training outside of modelling. Dancing, perhaps.

Casper nodded to himself. Good, he had grace. "Walk for me," he ordered next, gesturing to the large space of the room. He wanted to see what this boy had. He also wanted to see his panties, but he could be subtle about that.

The boy nodded, and began to walk for him. He had a graceful step to it, though it wasn't annoyingly flauntish.

Casper watched. Not bad, but it needed some work. "Stop. Bend over." If he was questioned, he'd scold the other and explain it was a flexibilty check.

The boy blinked, and opened his mouth to ask, but chose to just go with the flow instead. He bent over as instructed.

Casper checked to see if he could see under the other's dress from him bending down.

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The blonde blushed, and reached to touch his toes as ordered.

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The skirt peeked up just enough, in order to give him a nice glimpse at his panties.

Casper smirked, feeling a twitch in his pants. Then he fixed his expression. "Enough. Come here, sit down." This boy had passed the physical aspect. Now he needed to see if he could work with others.

The teen padded over, and sat down, keeping his posture polite.

"So Nate," Casper didn't care if he didn't like being called that, "what has you interested in being my model?"

The boy blushed softly, and thought a moment. "I've always been a bit of a spotlight person. Trained in dancing for years. My mother was a model before me, and... I'd like to be one as well. You have some of, if not the greatest credentials in photography, so... It was a once in a lifetime chance."

Casper nodded. "So, how driven would you say you are for this position. You must understand, it is a once in a lifetime opportunity. A lot of people are willing to do a lot."

"I... I really really want it, sir. So... Very driven." he said.

Casper gave him a considering look. Young, naive, desperate, actually good looking, graceful... this would be perfect. He just had to keep this boy guessing for a bit. "Well, I'll be honest, you're probably... the best candidate that has come in." They way he made it sound, it was as if everyone, even Nate, were no where near his expectations. "So, I'll give you a shot. Are you available to do a shoot now?"

The boy looked at him, surprised to even get that acknowledgement! "Y-Yessir!" he squeaked to him.

He nodded. "Alright, this way." He stood up and turned from the other. As he did, he allowed himself a scheming smirk. The trap was set, and the prey walking right into it. He just had to wait a little longer.

Nathaniel padded after him quickly, following close.

Casper took him into a room with racks of clothes. He began looking through them quickly. He pulled out a black and white striped thong, and thin white shorts. He also pulled out a short crop top, and a mesh shirt. He thrusted those into Nathaniel's arms, before getting a pair of black heels. "Change into these," he instructed, indication a dressing area.

The boy blushed vibrantly, and took them to the changing area, gulping cutely. In the changing area, he wriggled into the clothes, finding a bit of embarrassment with them!

"When you're done," he called, "meet me in the studio." He walked out a door, into the photo area. That was his only indicator to Nathaniel where the 'studio' was. He had all his equipment set up here already.

The boy stepped out of the changing area, looking wonderful in his slutty little outfit. Blushing bright red, he looked around, and headed for the studio when he located it.

Casper looked him over. He was very good at hiding that he was pleased. "Over there," he snapped, indicating the tarp that would be the back drop. It would help get the right lighting as well.

The boy headed right over as instructed, wriggling a little as he stood there.

"Don't just stand there! Pose!" Newbies, good lord. "Give me.... sassy," he decided on something to get the other going.

The boy eeped, and took a quick breath. He gave his best 'sassy' pose, which showed off a slight peek at his ass, and his pretty face.

Casper grabbed his portable camera, and started snapping pictures. He moved a little bit, getting different angles. "Good, give me more, more," he encouraged, wanting to coax the other now. He really should've had him go into make up too.

Fortunately, Nathan was plenty cute without it. He began to do some standard poses for him, praying he was interested in his abilities.

Actually, the kid really wasn't bad. Casper was impressed. "C'mon, give me some fierceness! Think cat," Now was the time to start guiding him to what he really wanted.

The boy adjusted a little, trying to give him what he wanted. He wasn't an expert, but he'd seen enough modelling shows, explanations, and shoots to know the gist of what he meant.

That was good. The thong really showed through the shorts like this. "Now, on your knees." He'd seemed agreeable enough to the first suggestion.

The boy blushed, but complied for him.

Ooh, Casper liked that blush. "Yeah, keep it up. More attitude." He was moving, starting to get different angles of the other.

The boy's blush didn't fade as he did as was asked of him. He'd be a perfect shy model.

Casper was glad he was wearing tight pants. He was getting hard watching this cutie. Yes, this would be great. He was getting shots of the other's side. "Profile shots. Don't look at the camera."

The model kept his face pointed away from the camera, continuing in his attempts to please the man. Not aware how well he was succeeding!