I glanced over my shoulder and saw Ms. Uber mopping her brow and looking annoyed.
“All right, let’s get the slut on the road.”
I stood shivering as my bonds were removed, all of them. I stood in wonder for a moment at my unfettered state, weighing my chances of escape. They were as bad as ever.
They took my elbows and stood me in front of a blank wall. There was a camera on a tripod in front of me. One of the assistants wrote a number on a piece of poster board and gave it to me to hold. “Face front,” she said, “Hold up the sign. “
A flashbulb flared.
“Turn to your right.”
She took the sign from me after photographing both profiles. “Turn around, hands laced behind your neck and legs apart”
Flash.
“Legs further apart. Now bend over and spread your cheeks.”
Flash.
A model is no st
