I decided to get myself some business cards printed up. I created “Vogue Photographics” with myself as “Creative Director”. They looked quite impressive. After picking them up I slipped into a small bar on the way home that I knew was frequented by a fairly young crowd.
I sat at the bar enjoying a beer and quietly watched the young women in the room. I wanted to select my target carefully. There were a number of good looking girls but I wanted to chose an easy target. Suddenly, I realized she was right in front of me. My eyes had kept being drawn to the barmaid who had served me a drink. She was a young thin blonde of about eighteen. She was quite good looking but in that way that does not realize it. As she had served me I had noticed her inconfidence and as I thought about it I saw that she would be ideal.
I asked her for another beer and as she poured it said, “can I ask you a question?”
She looked up and shrugged, “sure”.
I smiled at her, “what do they pay you here?”
“Five pounds an hour plus tips,” she looked at me as if she wanted to know why I was asking.
“My names Sam Butler,” I lied but that was what I had put on the cards. “ I run a photographic agency.” I gave her one of my cards. “I find prospective models for the major publishing and fashion houses. I’m always looking for new models.” I paused and looked her directly in the eyes. “ You have a very unique look. I don’t often give out my card to people I bump into but I think, if you were interested, you could have a lot of potential. None of my models earn less than a hundred pounds an hour.” I could see she was interested. I downed my beer. “If you are interested call me. We could do some test shots and see how you look.”
I left her studying my card.
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