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.

(You just posted basically the same thing, m'love. ;) I'll run with it. :p )

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