Yes, a paid model even. How did that happen?

Well, there is a long story behind that, which I can not reveal yet. I might do so in a later post. It has to do with one of Jessica’s clients “who must not be named”.

For reasons.

I went to an advertising agency called Chic Studios. Very big offices also with a lot of sex stuff. Their main line of business is creating adverts and promotional material for brands in Second Life.

Chic Studios in Second Life

You have seen those a lot in Second Life and marketplace. Especially in the fashion industry. A picture of a model wearing a designer’s stuff on vendors or on marketplace.

Of course, those models need to be good looking. Nobody buys stuff, when the picture doesn’t look good.

I contacted one of the owners, Mr. Dean and we met shortly after at the SLA Media office.

Meeting Mr Dean at the SLA Media Office

At first I didn’t actually think about becoming a model. I just wanted to find out if we have synergies, with a view to promote each other’s business, as we are in the same industry:

Advertising.

He did like my looks a lot. I must admit I was dressed to tease. Short mini leather skirt, tight tank top and high heels. I did dispense off a panty under that skirt. Depending on how I sit I could potentially give deep insights.

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Then we closed a deal.

He offered me to become a model. The deal is: I get a signup bonus of 3.000 L$ and whenever I have a gig I get 2.000 L$ each time.

Additional bonus:

I can keep all the cloth I get to wear at the shootings. Designer fashion worth thousands of Linden. That can potentially save me a lot of money

Not a bad deal.

In addition I offered to write about my gigs, which is additional promotion for the brand in question. This is actually quite common amongst Second Life bloggers. A bit of product placement basically.

I gave him a tour off our premises, including the penthouse in the sky afterwards. He was quite impressed.

My outfit did have a certain impact on him. The impact it was meant for. The longer I was showing him around and (of course) explaining what exactly we do here, the more nervous he got.

In the penthouse bedroom

I knew he fancied me, but suddenly he said:

“I have to leave now Caroline, was nice meeting you. Looking forward to work with you.”

He left pretty much in a hurry, almost fleeing the situation, probably as a means to resist the temptation.

I questioned him about it.

“You are a very attractive women, let’s leave it at that.”

To be continued:

The sex tape.

Carol