When I got to the studio,I was put completely at ease. The environment was very professional, and quite festive. There were all types and kinds of people there. All went in for a session, given there money and told they would be called. When it was my turn, I went back there was a female assistant there to make sure I was comfortable and safe. Taylor took some basic photos, talked briefly about what they were looking for, was very professional, and didn,t ask for anything inappropriate.The whole thing was a blast. They were very supportive, told me how pretty I was, and how they were impressed with my "approachability". They said consumers liked plain models because they identified with them. I was really flattered, I always thought I was kind of ugly.
I took the bus back to my dorm dreaming of maybe doing some more shoots, maybe getting an assignment for an ad that would be more just for the fun of it to see me in print.
That week, I focused on my studies and work. I got home late one night, and there was a message from Taylor on my answering machine.I had been selected for another session, and he wanted to know when I could come in.
Now my day-dreaming went into high gear. I dreamed of being a very successfull swimsuit model, driving a new Mustang to class payed for by the fees that I earned. I already picked out the trendy are of town I planned to move to. I even dreamed I would have a super-hot, european, jet-set boyfriend.Iwas so excited. My very boring life was about to change dramatically. (I at least got that much right).
I went to the shoot, Taylor and his assistant were there, and everything was the same as the first except that we were the only ones there. Taylor called the first shoot a cattle call,where they invite all potential candidates.
Now they only invite people that have real potential.My eyes were gleaming.
After the shoot I asked about my chances. Taylor said that I had the "right look". And he thought I would get some sort of an assignment. Then I made a huge mistake. I asked about the possibility of modeling swimsuits or racy longerie. Though he tried to hide it, Taylor's face lit up. He said that he would pursue that idea with me.(did he ever)
I trusted and liked Taylor and his assistant, that was my mistake, though I didn't realize it at the time. Taylor used my dream of being an underwear model to seduce and enslave me, and he was so slick I didn't realize it until he controlled me completely.