Jade
The morning light filtered through my cheap blinds like it was personally mocking me for staying up late the night before. I stretched under the sheets, still naked from my little solo session, and reached for my phone. The email from the studio was still sitting there. I opened the preview link for my profile.
Damn. Even I had to admit — the selected shots looked incredible. No face, just my body doing what it did best: curves, lace, confidence pouring off every angle. A few anonymous comments had already popped up on the test page.
“This one’s going to bankrupt me in the best way.”
“Finally, a profile that actually delivers on the fantasy.”
A slow grin spread across my face. I felt powerful. Sexy. Like the version of myself I sold on the phone, but captured in stills. I saved t
