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As a bikini model, I'm used to the huge amounts of men (and women) who leer at me all the time. The photographers are usually very professional and don't even try to sneak a peak or make a move. That is, until I met Ricky. I usually do only scenic layouts, not those in front of the green screen. However, this time I had agreed to do one inside the studio as a favor for a friend of mine in the new fashion magazine. They were launching their first cover, and they wanted me to appear on it. In a new designer's line. When I got to the studio, my friend was rushing out the door, apologizing for not being able to stay, but an emergency at home made her flee the scene. She thrust the key in my hand and asked me to lock up when I was finished with Ricky. Upset, but not wanting to completely ditch my friend, I agreed. I headed towards the back and looked for this illusive Ricky. Apparently he was new to the business, the magazine wanted everything to be "fresh," so they hired all new people with the exception of myself (hey, you need something familiar, right?).

As I headed further into the studio, I heard the music blasting. I followed it and saw some guy, inevitably Ricky, fooling around with the lights. "Ricky?" I asked, shouting over the music. He turned around and smiled. He turned the music off and walked over. "Yes, you must be...wait, hold on. I know you." I cocked an eyebrow. Most people can rattle off my top ten designers instantly upon seeing me and this guy had to rack his brain for even my name? He was a total amateur. So incredibly young, which was never good. He must have been only ...

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