The Model Submissive Ch. 01

The Model Submissive

Chapter 1 - Brought To Heel

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It was early evening on a late spring day as Roland looked out the window from the comfy restaurant booth. The sun was still high in the sky and the first hints of summer were evident in the air outside. An assortment of nature band-aid trees dotted the concrete landscape of Burger Palace's parking lot. He watched them sway in the warm breeze as Roland waited for his friend to place an order.

After opting for no less than two appetizers, a jumbo burger platter, a side of onion rings and a malt milkshake, Felix handed his menu to the server. She thanked them and nodded to the two young men before sauntering off.

"Jesus, man. That's enough to feed a small family!"

Felix leaned back in his seat. "What can I say? I'm still a growing boy" he replied with a pat on his stomach and a smarmy grin.

"We're not kids anymore. I'm pretty sure we've both stopped growing."

"Maybe, but it sure doesn't feel like it. Try working construction for a while and see if you're not packing away an extra meal every day."

"Don't need to. I'm at the gym three times a week. And I get plenty of exercise working at the big V."

Roland had a part time job at a big box hardware chain called Valueware. He hoped not to be there for much longer, but his side hustle as a photographer wasn't even close to paying the bills on its own. Felix was a frequent customer, constantly making runs to the store to pick up things for his Uncle's construction business. After several run-ins, they'd struck up a friendship and begun hanging out on their off-days.

Normally, Felix would launch into some spiel about how easy dealing with customers and stocking merch was compared to swinging a sledgehammer and installing drywall. This time, the well-built blonde crossed his arms over his tacky Hawaiian shirt and looked out the window wistfully. He was lost in thought a few moments before he spoke again.

"Hey Rowe, you ever worry about lack of direction?"

"Lack of direction?"

"Yeah, like you're not sure what to do with your life. Beyond working, paying rent and hanging out, I mean."

"Dude, we got our whole lives ahead of us. There's plenty of time to figure that out."

"So you don't worry about it at all?"

"I didn't say that. I suppose I think about it sometimes, but I don't stress over it. Why?"

"I don't know. I guess it's been bugging me lately. I think about how most men our age were already married and had their first kid by now. Historically speaking."

"Times have changed, bro. That's not how it works anymore. Not for most people, anyway."

"You think that's a good thing?"

Roland took a swig of his root beer. "I think it's probably for the best, yeah. A lot of people were trapped in bad marriages back in the day. Especially women. Did you know, in many states, women couldn't get a credit card or open their own bank account until the mid 1970's? Not without a man co-signing, that is."

"What?!? Seriously?"

"Yeah. Look it up. They had little to no independence for a long time, even after getting the right to vote. It was like... forced marriage, basically. That or be an outcast."

"Okay... I agree, that's fucked up. Still, don't you worry about extended adolescence? Lowering birth rates? How certain rites of passage for guys don't seem to exist anymore?"

Roland shrugged. "I'm in no hurry to get married or have kids."

"Yeah, but look at us right now. You're twenty six, I'm twenty eight. It's Saturday night. We're both single and what are we doing? Going to the movies again?"

"Nah, there's nothing playin but dogshit" Roland answered matter-of-factly.

"Alright, laser tag then?"

"Laser tag? Did you seriously just suggest we play laser tag after saying you're worried about extended adolescence?"

Felix frowned. "Whatever... My point is, we're not going to a bar or a club and trying to meet women."

"Yeah, because bars suck, clubs give me a headache and any booze that doesn't taste like piss costs a fortune."

"Do they suck more than dating apps?"

"Arguably" Roland replied dryly to the sobering question.

Felix sighed. "We need to try something new. That's what I'm saying. You and me aren't exactly meeting tons of young women where we work."

A snarky grin spread across Roland's face. "Speak for yourself. I've been working with a fuckin smokeshow lately! A ten out of ten!"

Confusion crept into Felix's expression. He didn't remember seeing any scorching hot female employees at Valueware. "Oh, yeah... Your new client. What's her name?"

"Stacy Summers."

"I was gonna look her up after work the other day, but I forgot. She's a Insta-model, right?"

"Yeah. She's got about three hundred thousand followers. Not a mega-star, but no small potatoes." Roland pulled out his phone. "Here, let me show you some of my work."

He opened the photo album and handed the phone to Felix. The man's eyes boggled and his jaw hung open as he slid through pictures of the curvy, brunette bombshell. Photos of Stacy in yoga pants, leather clothing, skinny jeans, skin-tight onesies, and stylish crop tops unfurled before him. Staring at the camera, her luxurious dark hair and shimmering hazel eyes were utterly captivating.

"OH. MY. GOD! You get paid to take pictures of this hottie?!?"

"Not a lot" Roland countered. "But what it lacks in compensation, it makes up for with the wonderful view."

"I'd do it for free!"

"Trust me, if you had a Fine Arts degree to pay off, you wouldn't."

"Is she single?"

"I think so. Not positive, though. Only been working for her a few weeks. I know her real name isn't Stacy."

"What is it?"

"Deborah."

"Ah, no wonder she picked a stage name."

"What's wrong with Deborah?"

Felix looked up from the slideshow of glamor shots and smirked. "C'mon dude. She's definitely a Stacy. Just like the internet memes! You know... Becky vs Stacy?"

Roland snickered. "She's not blonde, but other than that, I guess I can't argue. Her personality is pretty Stacy-like. She knows what she wants and she seems good at getting it."

"Maybe you could be her Chad?" he asked with a note of mischief.

Roland waved his hand dismissively. "Oh, no. Not going there! We have a professional relationship and I don't plan to endanger that. I'm trying to build a resume, here. She's my best client yet."

"Okay. Maybe I could be her Chad, then..."

"There's no way I'm introducing you."

Felix's head sank. He grudgingly handed the phone back. "Bro, I thought you were my wingman?"

"Nope. I'm just the guy who watches your back in laser tag."

"I hate you so much."

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*click click click click*

"There we go! Very nice."

Roland pointed his Canon EOS R5 at Stacy as the shutter snapped away. He always held it steady with two hands and carefully planted feet. The expensive camera was one of the finest in the world for portrait and still photography. Roland's R5 had been a graduation present from his parents. A new one cost somewhere between three and four thousand dollars. At this point, it was probably worth more than his old, beat-up Subaru Impreza that was parked outside.

"That's it. Let's play with those shadows..."

Stacy twisted and turned in a series of endless poses, never staying in a single posture for long. They'd already done several shoots today. Some outside and some inside with natural lighting. Now they were in her makeshift home studio with the bright monolights on her. She always remained poised, cool and collected despite the warm light bearing down.

Roland couldn't help but admire her. Stacy was a flawless beauty. She was 5'8 in normal shoes, but when she donned a pair of heels she either matched his 5'11 height or loomed over him. Her bust-length hair was a light, natural brown, but it often looked darker depending on the lighting or if she'd recently bathed.

Her skin, similarly, could look a different shade depending on the lighting of the shot. Stacy was fair skinned, but some combination of natural sun and regular visits to a tanning bed kept her a constant, slightly dark hue. The first time Roland saw her, he was sure Stacy was a Latina. As it turned out, her lineage was Swiss / German.

Stacy's curves were beyond impressive. She had a perfect hourglass figure with a generous waist-to-hip ratio. Her breasts had to be D-cups, at least. Maybe even a size or two bigger. Roland was no expert on bra sizes, but he often worried for her back. His concern was likely needless as Stacy spent a fair amount of time in the gym. Her ample, heart-shaped ass led down to thick, powerful thighs and well-toned calves. She had the core strength required to support her extra-large assets.

She'd already worn two other outfits for their shoots that day. For this final one, she had on a white, long-sleeve top that terminated just below her bust and showed off her firm, sleek midsection. Her legs were hilted in designer jeans. The deep blue denim barely contained her wide hips and highlighted her sizable apple-bottom nicely. Stacy's abdominals were almost visible just below the skin. With a little more push at the gym, she could probably sport a six-pack, but Roland got the impression she wasn't going for the 'muscle girl' look.

Two dozen more clicks snapped out as Roland captured her in several poses. Finally, she waved him off and placed her hands on her sides.

"Alright! I think that's enough for today" she said with a contented smile.

"Cool" Roland replied. He lowered his camera and nodded to her. "You did great, as always."

"Think we got some money-makers?"

"Oh, definitely! A few might need light touch-up, but I think most of them are pretty damn good as-is."

"Awesome" Stacy replied as she strode forward. "Hey. If you're not in a hurry, would you mind hanging around for a bit? I got a couple things I wanted to talk to you about and I can offer some snacks to tide you over till dinner."

Roland's eyebrows lifted at the prospect. "Ummm, sure! That sounds great. I'm actually low-key starving right now."

Stacy chuckled. "Perfect. I'll be in the kitchen getting that ready while you finish up."

Roland watched the buxom model strut into the distance, wondering what was on her mind. Hopefully this was about a pay raise, but he didn't want to jump to conclusions. Roland packed his R5 and accessories into the camera bag and turned off the studio lights. When he was done tidying up, he walked down the hall of Stacy's luxury condo and turned into the kitchen. There she was, cutting up some sharp cheddar to go with crackers and fresh fruit.

"Have a seat in the dining room. I'll be right out."

Roland grinned and nodded. He continued on until her family sized dining table came into view. It was way too big for someone who lived alone, but maybe it reminded her of home. Or maybe she harbored a desire to be a wife and mother some day? It was hard for Roland to imagine that, at the moment, but then again he didn't actually know that much about her.

He pulled out a chair, set his camera bag on the floor and sat down. Minutes later, Stacy walked into the room with a full snack platter, two small porcelain plates and a pair of chilled, bottled waters on a silver tray. She set it down in front of Roland before taking the seat at the end of the table closest to him.

"Dig in, please" she stated and gestured to the platter.

"With pleasure!"

Roland grabbed a plate and immediately transferred a stack of crackers, several cuts of cheese and a handful of grapes to it. He began eating at once while Stacy uncapped her drink and watched him. She downed half of the water in seconds as Roland enjoyed the food.

"Aren't you going to have any?" he asked.

"Eh, maybe I'll have a few grapes. But I should probably wait till dinner."

"Being a model is tough, huh?"

"You have no idea. Being disciplined in the gym is hard enough. The diet half is even worse."

"You're right, I don't. In fact, I was just at Burger Palace over the weekend with a friend. We ate like wild hogs."

Stacy laughed. "Yeah, but you're still a young guy. You got that uber fast metabolism going for you right now. You can afford to eat hearty and you'll still be fit and handsome."

Roland stopped in the middle of his chewing. His eyes widened considerably.

'Did she just call me handsome?!?'

"Oh... ummm. Thanks!"

"I hope that's not inappropriate of me to say, since I'm technically your employer. You're a good looking guy, Roland."

"No, not at all! I mean, I don't mind."

She winked at him. "Good to know. If it was a problem, I was about to explain that it's job related."

"Job related? How?"

"We've been working together for about a month now. I'm pleased with your efforts and I think it's fair to say we've established a good rapport. Do you agree?"

"Absolutely. It's been a pleasure."

"Good. I know I started you at a low-ball rate, but I like to try out photographers for a while before I decide if they're worth my time and money. I went through several before I discovered you. I'm sure you understand."

"Sure. Any fool can buy a camera and call themselves a photographer. Faking a portfolio is easier then ever. I understand your caution."

"Yes, well now that I know you're the real deal, you'll receive double your starting rate from now on."

Roland's expression betrayed genuine shock. "Wow! I don't know know what to say, except, thank you!"

"You're welcome. The pictures you've taken are doing exceptionally well on my Instagram. You've more than earned it. In regards to you being a handsome young man, I have another opportunity for you, if you're interested."

"Please, do tell!" Roland egged her on. He'd completely abandoned the food in front of him as he hung on her every word.

"I recently got an offer to model a new clothing line. They need the job done within the next month. At the same time, I'd like to get away for a while. I want to turn this gig into a working vacation and I'd like you to come with me."

Roland could hardly believe what he was hearing. It just kept getting better. He tried to play it cool, but it was difficult not to betray his exuberance.

"That sounds great! Where to?"

"My family's vacation home. It's a couple hours north, in the middle of nowhere, on a beautiful lake. It needs some spring cleaning, since no one's been up there since last fall, but I told my folks I'd take care of it. They're going abroad this summer, so the place is all mine till they get back in August."

"Damn, that's a pretty sweet deal."

"I haven't told you the best part yet. The company that's hiring me is looking for some new male models as well. I told them I might know someone who'd look good in their garments. There's no guarantee it'll bear fruit, but it's a good opportunity to get your foot in the door. If you have any interest in being on the other side of the camera, that is."

"ME?!? A model? Am I really what they're looking for?"

"They're not seeking bodybuilders, if that's what you're worried about. It's pricey clothing and a little... eccentric, but nothing that requires a gymnast to show off. They want guys with a fit body and a pretty face. I'd say you fit the bill." Stacy's last remark came with a seductive smile.

Roland couldn't help but blush. It was the second compliment she'd paid him. Also, he didn't think anyone had ever called him pretty before. It caught him off guard. "I... thank you. Sorry, I'm at a loss for words."

"Hah! Look at those rosy cheeks! Your modesty is adorable. So, are you interested?"

"Absolutely! I'm in."

"Great! Now, the most important question. Could you, perhaps, be ready to leave next Friday? We'd be away for a week. Maybe a bit longer, depending on how things go. I know you have a second job at the moment. Is that going to be an issue?"

"Oh, not at all. I'll explain it to my boss. He should understand and approve the time off. If not, I'll quit. I've been waiting for something better to come along and give me a reason to ditch retail."

"That's the spirit! Carpe Diem, as they say."

"Right on!"

Stacy lifted her drink into the air. "A toast, then. To our expanded partnership and, with any luck, a whole new path in life, for you."

Roland raised his water and tapped it against hers. "I'll drink to that!" He uncapped the plastic top and took a refreshing swig.

She looked at her half-empty bottle and shook her head. "Kinda lame, I know. Once we're up at the lake, we can do our toast again with something more classy. The house has a well-stocked bar."

The young photographer wasn't big on alcohol, but he didn't mind partaking from time to time. His willingness to get plastered would likely multiply in her company. Roland suspected he'd drink nearly anything the gorgeous brunette put in front of him.

"I can't wait" he replied with an enthusiastic grin.

"It'll be a fair amount of work between the cleaning and photo shoots, but there'll be plenty of time to kick back and enjoy life on the lake. Be sure to bring some reading with you, or whatever else you enjoy on your down time. Oh, and pack a swimsuit, in case it's warm enough to swim. It's iffy this time of year."

"Will do. Anything else I need to get ready?"

"Oh, before you leave today, I need to take a full set of your measurements. Gotta make sure all your gear is the right size."

"Gear?"

"Oh... the clothes, I mean. Sometimes we call it 'gear' in the modeling biz."

"Really? I guess I have a lot to learn."

"Yeah, I won't lie. You have a full education ahead of you. You need serious training if you're going to make it in my world. It should be an enlightening week for both of us. You can show me how to use those fancy cameras of yours and I'll be teaching you... well, everything else."

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The next week and a half of Roland's life seemed to pass in slow motion. It reminded him of the final weeks leading up to Christmas when he was a kid. The greater the anticipation, the more prolonged and painful were the minutes leading up to the big event. The prospects of expanding his portfolio, breaking into a new, potentially lucrative profession and spending more time with Stacy made Roland feel like he was walking on air.

His boss wasn't thrilled when Roland gave him the news, but Mr. Callaway seemed to understand when the nature of the opportunity was explained to him. The manager approved his leave of absence, but warned Roland that if he wasn't back in a week, his job was forfeit.

Felix took the news even harder, calling his friend 'the luckiest son of a bitch alive.' Roland had a triumphant glow about him as they hung out the Wednesday night before he left. Felix drowned his sorrows in booze, commenting repeatedly there was no way Stacy would invite him on a private vacation unless she saw him as potentially more than a business partner. Roland waved him off and insisted their relationship would remain professional. Still, in the back of his mind, even he was beginning to question that. It was hard not to let the compliments of a gorgeous model go to his head.

Friday morning finally arrived and Roland made another trip to Stacy's condo. He was only there long enough to greet her, carry her numerous garment bags and suitcases outside and transfer his own luggage to Stacy's Lexus for the journey. In no time, they were on the highway and heading north. The farther into the north country they headed, the further apart the exits grew and the smaller were the enclaves of civilization between long stretches of wilderness.