Interview For The Wrong Job

You said this was for a modelling interview." "It is," he said. "We just need to see how comfortable you are in front of a camera... and behind closed doors." I laughed at first - until he didn't. My pulse jumped. My hands shook. And then I realise this wasn't about posing; it was about performing. They wanted confidence. Control. Obedience. So I gave them everything. From hesitant glances to breathless moans, to taking every bit of Onyx like I was built for their approval. When it was over, I could barely stand, mascara smudged and heartbeat racing. He smiled and said, "We'll be in touch." I just hope they caught all my best angles.