The Negotiation


I walked into the room. It was smelly and sweaty and the air tasted like cigarettes and beer. There were two men in the room. One with a camera, and one with an opinion. The room was dimly lit and the bathtub was running. I proceeded to bathtub and began to remove my clothes. Jeans, t-shirt, bra, underwear, and I slipped off my sandals. I stepped into the warm inviting bubbles and stretched my legs out. There was plenty of room. I quickly clipped up my long blonde hair so it wouldn’t get wet. I then began to massage the soap onto my breasts and slowly dipped my hands beneath the water to spread my lips and softly rub my little runway of pubic hair. Besides this I was bare, exposed, and vulnerable now.