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This was the moment of perfection, this stance, with his hands on my hips and my feet on top of his. If someone like him wanted me to model, who was I to decline that offer? Fantasies broke into my head, in which I was lying on his desk, naked, as he kissed me all over, his hands on my hips, his unbuckled belt running across my thighs. I turned around. The next time I spoke, I was sitting in his car, right outside my front door. I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra, then slowly slipped the straps off of my shoulders. I turned around and saw Mr. I looked at him. He looked at me, twitching his head as a way of summoning me. He walked up to me, his hand held out. “I do not think we have met, madam,” he said, a pondering look on his face.