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...my summer internship is going really well, so many of the senior executives have offered to mentor me!

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Damn girl you are hot af!!!!

Thanks!

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...can I be your princess?

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They hired a photographer to shoot headshots for the annual Tri Delta composite photo they'd hang in the foyer of my sorority. He seemed nice but I was a little surprised when he pulled me aside after my photos were taken and asked me if I'd ever done any modeling. "Yeah, a little bit ... in high school," I told him. He said he'd be interested in working with me and asked me about my hourly rate. When I told him what I'd charge, he asked what my hourly rate for nudes might be. I blushed and said I didn't think I could pose nude for him. Of course, I was lying and never told him I'd posed nude for a photographer back home. He asked if I'd be willing to do lingerie shots and I told him I was probably okay to do those if the lingerie wasn't too revealing. He smiled and we arrange to shoot some test shots the following week, but I asked him not to tell anybody at my sorority.

When I showed up at his studio, he had a rack full of really sexy bra-and-panty sets that I really thought were cute. He had a girl on hand to do my make-up and hair and we spent about two hours taking photos against a blank backdrop. He had a couple of younger guys assisting him and when he saw that I wasn't shy about posing in front of people, he kept telling me how sexy I looked. That really bolstered my confidence and I started feeling more comfortable posing for him. "Krista, do you think you'd be okay with removing your bra and posing with your back to the camera?" he asked. I hesitated.

"Yeah, well ...okay....I guess," I said. I turned my back, unsnapped my bra and shrugged out of it. "Beautiful," he said. "I think I could really get some great shots with you if you ever decided to pose nude."

"Really?" I said looking at him over my shoulder and wrinkling my nose. I took a deep breath and slowly turned to face him. "Okay, let's do it." I took my hands away and let him shoot me with my breasts bared. One of his assistants turned up the volume on the music and Olivia Rodrigo and Sabrina Carpenter blared through the speakers. I started to move with the music and after a few minutes hooked my thumbs in my panties and slowly lowered them. I loved the feeling of freedom and enjoyed the gaze of the guys in the studio. I pulled out every "stripper move" I could think of and after about 30 minutes, the photographer said "okay, that's good."

I started to giggle when everybody in the studio applauded and started picking up my bra and panties from the floor.

"You know, I'm thinking of a couple of locations we could use for our next shoot," he said. "That is, if you're interested."

"Yeah, this was fun," I said. "I think I really like being naked in front of a camera."

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He seemed like just a regular guy the first time he approached me. He was sweet and a little flirty, but nice, so I didn't think twice about saying "yes" when he asked me out on a date. But, I did think it was kind of strange when he texted that he'd found the perfect dress for me. I was still living at home and I didn't tell my parents anything about him. If they'd have seen the dress he wanted me to wear, there would've been some serious drama. When he arrived to pick me up in a sleek, black Mercedes, I saw how he was dressed and wasn't really even sure he was the same guy I met. He wasn't wearing a shirt, just a dark blazer and shades with gold chains draped around his neck. The shy, sweet guy who's hit me up just a couple of weeks ago had somehow morphed into a cocky, soft-spoken stud who didn't hesitate to take charge of the evening. When he saw me in my gold dress with a bare midriff, he smiled slightly, but I think that was the only time I saw him smile all evening. He pulled up to the front door of the club and handed me a black leather collar and told me to put it on. I asked why, but clearly he was in no mood for explanations. He just said "you'll see." Attached to the collar was a long chain and when the valet opened my door, he handed the end of the chain to the valet. "'Sup, MC," the valet said. "Ya girl's lookin' tight tonight." "Always," he said, quietly. He walked around to the passenger side of the car and took the chain, leading me to the door of the club. A long like of patrons stood waiting to enter and began shouting at him as he walked past. A couple of young guys started to rap, their bodies bobbing up and down with the cadence, thrusting their fists in the air. A girl behind them called out "we love you, MC!" "Are they talking to you?" I asked. "Are you like, a rapper or something?" "Something like that," he whispered. We walked past the doorman at the club who nodded approvingly as we entered. I wasn't sure how I felt about being led around by something resembling a leash, but even thought lots of people were staring at us, nobody said anything over the bumping beat of the club music.

A bartender waved at us as he led me to a booth at the back of the club and a waitress quickly appeared with an ice bucket and a bottle of Cristal. She popped the cork and quickly poured two glasses, smiling at me as she placed the bottle back in the ice. "Have fun, baby," she said, winking.

"You should know I'm not old enough to drink," I said, smiling at him as he handed me a glass. "That might become an issue if you're famous or something."

"To some people, I am," he said. He took a drink from his glass, then leaned in to kiss me. "I had no idea who you were when you asked me out," I said. "I just thought you were cute." "I hope you still feel that way..." he said.

"So, let me ask you something. How is it that I have a collar around my neck and you're holding a chain attached to it?" I said.

"Does it make you feel uncomfortable?" he asked. "I don't know. Depends on what you're gonna ask me to do tonight." "My goal tonight," he said. "Is to treat you so well that you wanna do all the things I wanna do with you," he said, kissing along my neck. "I don't want you to have any regrets when I take you back home tomorrow."

It took me a minute or two to realize what he was saying to me when he said "tomorrow." Clearly there would be hell to pay if my parents found out I wasn't home by a reasonable hour, but I did find him really, really attractive and I was definitely curious about what it would be like to spend the night with him. What would my girlfriends say if they found out I was seeing somebody like him, somebody they may have heard of before? And what would they say if they found out I slept with him?? Would they consider me a slut? Or the luckiest girl in the club tonight?

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(h/t to IR-Aesthetic)

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"Don't wait up, daddy. I should be home by Sunday night." "What's that? Of course my birth control is current...."

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Hey Krista, love your blog! In your latest post in the black cover-up and bikini, your left hand looks abnormally small. In you other pics, your left hand looks normal.

One question:

So what happened?

And please know this: I am NOT trying to body-shame you. Just an innocent question.

What a strange thing to fixate on?

I can assure you both my hands are normal-sized.

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