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neck. I shrugged helplessly at RJ, who took the signed clipboard back and grinned at me.
    Bad Rebecca thought this was funny, a funny turn-on. For her part, Good Rebecca was relieved that the delicate explanatory part of the modeling session was over, and the real work of modeling could begin. Hello, first artsy photos for my professional portfolio!
    Joshua’s hands slid down and grasped my ass.
    I squeaked.
    When I found my voice again, I said, “Shouldn’t we go somewhere?”
    RJ grinned salaciously and lifted the camera to his eye. “Nah, the hallway is good.”
    “Fuck yeah,” Joseph said.

Our First Shoot
    M y first photo shoot with RJ started like an octopus-wrestling match. It pretty much finished that way, too.
    We were in the hallway outside the crowded common room on the first floor of the dorm, with streams of students coming and going. It was barely dark outside and I was already accidentally drunk, far ahead of schedule.
    *Click*
    The first picture turned out to be one of my favorites. When you see it, you immediately understand the vibe RJ is going for.
    The camera caught me with my head thrown back, nervous confusion in my eyes. Joseph was wrapped around me like a layer of body paint, and my earlobe was in his teeth. My dress, what there was to see of it, was all different colors, ruffled where Joseph’s eight hands grabbed, petted, and squeezed me.
    My lips, with their bright red lipstick, were parted as if I was gasping. Really, the picture caught me in the middle of asking a question.
    “Joseph, are you—” I broke off when he planted a kiss on my lips. I hadn’t even started modeling yet! “Are you okay with this?”
    “You kidding?” He kissed me again, vigorously but too quickly. I kissed back, tilting my chin to get the good light through the window, but he pulled away before RJ got the picture. He’d have to slow down if this modeling thing was going to work. Joseph continued, “I knew something like this would happen. Maybe I’m psychic. I knew when I came to college, I’d be in one of those wild girls videos. It’s like a rite of passage, you know.”
    “Okay, whatever.” I caught his face again, and steered his lips back to mine. His frenzy slowed as I taught him how to properly kiss.
    *Click* *Click* *Click*
    The photographs showed how naturally I found good angles and good light. My lips were so red against his. My lashes so detailed, my mascara so on fleek. I truly looked like a sex-bunny—RJ’s term, not mine—compared to the disheveled and average-looking Joseph.
    Was this what I looked like, when I dressed up and flirted with freshman boys?
    Joseph paused to breathe heavily in my ear. “Oh, also—everybody told me about the Rebecca on the third floor of the dorm, but I didn’t believe them.”
    “That’s a different Rebecca,” I said quickly.
    I glanced at RJ, but he was only shooting and grinning.
    “Fuck, I need to meet her, too,” Joseph said. He caught my mouth again, his lips working energetically until I slowed them down and lingered. His tongue brushed mine and I teased it into my mouth.
    *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click*
    RJ was good, really good. The photographs are gritty and realistic. That’s great for a natural look, and for generating a feeling of immediacy, but it also turns even the prettiest models into freckled cows with visible wrinkles around their eyes and mouths. Not with RJ’s photos. I looked pristine, beautiful, and smooth, with flawless skin, as I went to town on Joseph’s tongue. Though Joseph was trying to climb me like a spider monkey, the pictures showed me as the aggressor. I was a perfect, drop-dead gorgeous slut for Joseph. My red-lined mouth, its lipstick now smeared across my cheek, was open to him in every picture, questing toward his lips like a hungry baby bird that can’t get enough.
    The pictures are unbelievable. That wasn’t me. That couldn’t be me.
    But there I was.
    I have a healthy self-image, but even I