I never, in all my five years of being a model, expected to pose nude for a photographer. But that's what I agree to when my agent phones, telling me that hotshot photographer, Ethan Mills, wants me as his nude model. It's the deal of a lifetime that I, Chely Daniels, would be crazy to turn down.

I'm kind of taller than most girls. I'm tan, have blonde hair and blue eyes. I'm slim and I never have any problems finding modeling jobs.

But I'm having doubts, as I tell my best friend and roomie, Addison, about it.

"You agreed to do what?!" Comes my friend's voice over the phone, as I make my way to my car, after leaving my agent's office.

"I said I agreed to pose nude for Ethan Mills."

"Are you serious?"

"Yea it's official. I go fill out paper and details tomorrow."

"But you've never done anything like that before!" Addison says.

"I've posed in a bra and panties before. I'm sure it's not that much different. Besides, this could be my chance to really get myself out there. It could really make my career," I tell her.

"True but still..."

"I'm going to do this," I say, making up my mind.

***

The next day I go to Mr. Mills office.

"Hello may I help you?"

"Yes I'm Chely Daniels. I'm here to see Mr. Mills."

"Ahh yes, he left these here for you," she says, reaching for some papers and then handing them to me.

"Ok, Thanks."

"You can fill them out here if you want," she says, pointing to a table behind her.

"Thanks, that would be great."

I sit down and start to read though the papers, filling them out as I go. I know that I'm going to be posing nude but seeing the clothing requirements in writing is still shocking. The words 'wear nothing but a pair of black gloves that go to the elbow, black thigh highs, and black heels', in big bold letters jump out at me. I'm gonna have to go shopping as, I don't usually wear a lot of black under things.

I complete the papers and give them back to the lady.

"Let me make you a copy of the list of requirements page and you will be free to go."

She makes the copy and walks back to me, picking up a piece of paper from the desk and hands both to me.

"The other paper that I just gave you just has the date, the time and the address of the photography shoot," she tells me.

"Thank you again," I say, before I leave.

I arrive home and all the girls happen to be there. Addison is the first to see me walk in the door.

"Well, how'd it go?" She says.

"How'd what go?" Danielle asks, coming into the living room.

"Chely is going to pose naked for Ethan Mills," Addison replies with a grin.

This has all of the girls' attention. Nicole, and Brianna come into the living room from the kitchen.

"We want the yummy details," Brianna says.

"There's nothing really to tell. I'm posing nude for Ethan Mills, wearing nothing but high heels, thigh highs and long black gloves," I reply.

"Ethan Mills is one sexy man," Nicole says.

"Don't even think it, Nicole. This is purely business," I reply.

"Uh huh," Nicole replies.

"Look, guys, I'm gonna need some things for this shoot, so do you guys wanna go shopping with me?" I say.

None of the girls have any plans, so we all go to the local mall. I pickup the things I need and retire early.

**

I get up early and dress in a pair of jeans and t-shirt. I do my make up, fix my hair and slip my feet into some flip flops. I get my heels from the closet and grab the shopping bag which has the stuff I bought the night before. As I pass through the kitchen, Brianna looks up from her chair.

"Good luck today girl," she says, as she reaches for her coffee.

"Thanks, Bri," I say as I walk out the door.

I get into my car and lay my things in the passenger seat. I drive to the address on the paper the assistant gave me. Once I arrive, I park my car, gather my things and get out. As I walk up the walkway, I'm wondering what poses I'm going to have to do and just how much of me is actually gonna be on camera.

When I get to the door, I knock, wait a few minutes and finally the door opens. There stands the most amazingly sexy man I have ever seen. He's tall, tanned, with brown hair and the sexiest blue eyes I've ever seen on a man.

"Hello Ms. Daniels. I'm very pleased you agreed to pose for me. I have always wanted to photograph you," he tells me, as he shakes my hand and motions for me to come inside.

"It's an honor to pose for you, Mr. Mills," I reply, as I walk in to the house.

The room where the shoot is taking place, is all set for various scenes and has props sitting in certain places, but the thing that really catches my eye is the wooden box sitting in the middle of the room.

"You can use that room just down that hallway to get ready," he says, pointing to a long hallway.

I go into the room, I take my clothes and shoes off and slip on the thigh-highs. I then put my heels on. I reach into the bag, get the gloves and slip them on as well, they end a little bit above my elbow, finally I'm ready. I take a deep breath, open the door and walk back into the room, where Mr. Mills is waiting.

"You look amazing," he says, as he looks me up and down.

I'm at that moment glad that I had the forethought to go to get waxed and make sure all hairs were gone from places I didn't want them.

He motions for me turn a full circle. I do so and then turn around, waiting for what he wants me to do next.

He motions for me to sit in a chair, facing the back of it and bracing my hands behind me. After he takes a couple of shots of me in this pose, he has me do another. This continues for about an hour or so. I feel likes it's never going to end. Then finally he motions for me to pose on the wooden chest.

"These are the last shots, we are almost through," he tells me.

I pose as he tells me to and then after a few shots of different ones, he tells me we are finished.

"It was great working with you, Ms. Daniels," he tells me.

"I think it would be fine if you call me Chely, after all you've already seen me naked," I say, with a laugh.

"Right, Chely it is then," he replies with a smile.

I smile back, not sure what to do now. He walks towards me, stopping when he's in front of me. He reaches up and runs a finger along my jaw.

"You are a very pretty girl, Chely," he says, before he kisses me.

I return his kiss and wrap my arms around his neck. His hands go to my bare ass, pulling me against him. So it's hard to miss the bulge in his pants.

"I've wanted to do that since you walked in here," he tells me, after he breaks the kiss.

"Well, kiss me again," I say with a smile.

He smiles and kisses me again. His hand leaves my ass, going to the front of me and cups my pussy. He slides his index finger into me and finds I'm already wet, he slides his finger in and out me. He goes faster when my breathing speeds up. I move my hips, grinding my pussy against his fingers.

"That feels so fucking good," I moan.

He picks me up and carries me to the lounge chair, which I had earlier posed for him on. He lays me down and proceeds to remove his clothes. Once he's fully naked, he pulls me on to his lap and kisses me again. His fingers are once again sliding in and out of my tight wet pussy.

I slide my hands down his chest, exploring as I go. I put my mouth on one of his nipples and swirl my tongue around it. I hear him moan so I move to the other. The speed of the fingers in my pussy increases as I'm doing this. I move my mouth down his chest until I get to his cock. I'm now on my knees, as I take his throbbing cock into my mouth.

He moans as I run my pierced tongue up and down the length of his cock. I then take his full length into my mouth, concentrating on not gagging. I let him fuck my mouth. After a few minutes of letting him fuck my mouth, I pull away from him. Leaving a shocked look on his face.

"Lick my fucking pussy," I demand, as I lay back on the couch.

He assumes the position I was in a few minutes before and starts to lick my pussy, running his tongue up and down the lips of my pussy and then back up to suck on my clit. He slides a finger and then two inside my pussy, moving them back and forth as he's sucking on my clit.

"Fuck yea, like that," I moan.

After a few minutes more, I tell him to get up.

"You've been ordering me around all day, now it's my turn," I say.

I straddle his lap and kiss him again. I lift up my hips and take his cock in my hand and guide it to my pussy. I lower myself onto his cock until he's inside me, completely.

"Fuck yea," I moan. "Now fuck me."

He grips my hips and thrusts in and out of me.

"Faster and harder," I moan. "Fuck that pussy."

He speeds his thrusts up and I moan again.

"Suck them," I say, as I shove one of my breasts against his mouth.

He has no choice but to comply. He licks and sucks my nipple, I moan and tilt my head. It feels so fucking good to be in control.

"It's so fucking hot when a woman tells a man exactly what she wants," Ethan says as he lifts his head from my breasts.

"Well good, get back to it!" I order.

He returns his attention back to my breasts and starts thrusting harder. I feel my orgasm go through me and my toes curl.

"Fuck yes!"

I get up and tell him to stand up. I bend over resting my hands on the couch.

"Fuck my pussy from behind, Ethan."

He stands behind me and guides his cock back into my pussy. He slides his cock inside and starts thrusting hard and fast.

"Fuck yea! Fuck me like a dirty slut!" I say. "Fucking spank my ass."

He slaps my ass a few times and I moan. I turn my head and look back at him.

"Slap my slutty ass again," I moan.

"I love it when you talk like that," he tells me, as he slaps my ass again.

"Fuck yea, keeping fucking me," I moan.

"Keep talking dirty to me, I'm almost there" he tells me.

"Cum for your dirty slut, fill your dirty slut's pussy."

"Oh fuck yea, I'm cumming!" He says as he slams into my pussy.

I feel his hot seed filling my pussy. He gives short hard thrusts until he's completely spent. We collapse on the couch in each other's arms.

"Damn but that was hot," he tells me, as he runs a finger up and down my thigh.

"Yea well I gotta go," I say, as I get up.

I go back into the dressing room, get dressed and put the gloves and heels into the bag. I go back out into the room where Ethan was.

"I'm really sorry that I gotta run."

I take a business card out of my purse, write my number on the back of it and hand it to him.

"Call me sometime," I say before I walk out the door.