Another lil Benley collection

Model For Me

Ben, draped in a hospital gown, shifted uncomfortably on the bed. He was supposed to be resting, recovering from a minor surgery, but all he could think about was the conversation he was having with the stunning woman in scrubs.

Miranda, her name tag proclaimed, was a surgeon. She had a sharp wit and a kind smile, which made her presence a welcome contrast to the sterile environment. She had been checking on him, her gaze lingering on his face for a moment too long.

"So, about the scar," Ben ventured, his voice a little hesitant. "Do you think it will be noticeable?"

Miranda looked at him "It's a small incision, Mr. Warren. It should heal cleanly"

Ben's relaxed into the pillow some. "Well, I guess it l it's not a big deal, but... you know, it could be fixed in Photoshop."

Miranda raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching. "Photoshop?"

"For my job" He nodded

"Are you a model of sorts?"

"You could say that" Ben said, a small laugh escaping his lips. "I mean, I am a model, but I'm not, you know, a fashion model."

"Right" Miranda nodded trying to figure out what he could mean "So, what kind of modeling do you do?"

"Well I'm a nude model" He replied

Miranda's eyes widened, her initial surprise quickly melting into a smile. "Oh," she said, her voice laced with amusement. "You must be quite good at your job." She let slip before her mind could stop her mouth.

A warmth crept up Ben's neck. "Yeah, I guess so,"

Miranda excused herself, her mind racing. She rushed to her best friend and fellow surgeon, Callie, who was equally shocked by the revelation.

Callie leaned closer to her. "A nude model? Like for art or...like, a porn star?"

"I don't know. I didn't really ask. I just told him he must be good at what he did."

"Were you flirting with him?" Callie asked

"It slipped out honestly" She shook her head and blushed

"We have to find out more about this guy. This is too good to be true"

Without another word, Callie grabbed her phone, her fingers flying across the screen. She had a hunch it wouldn't be hard to find Benjamin Warren, nude model online. Miranda, curious and slightly apprehensive, watched as Callie navigated the internet, her eyes widening with each new image that appeared.

"Oh" Callie gasped, her face flushed. "He is hot. Look, he's even got his own website."

Miranda's eyes followed Callie's finger to the screen. A wave of shock washed over her. The man she'd just met, the man who'd worried about a scar, was a bona fide erotic model. His website, a testament to his profession, displayed a series of provocative images.

All she could do was stare, her mind trying to reconcile the two images: the patient she'd met and the confident, seductive figure on the screen. It was a jarring contrast, one that left her both fascinated and slightly unnerved.

Callie continued to scroll through the images, her voice laced with a mixture of disgust and fascination. "He's got a lot of fans," she commented. "Look at all the comments. People are obsessed with him."

Slightly flustered, Miranda returned to Ben's room. His piercing gaze met hers, and she could tell he knew that she discovered exactly what kind of modeling he did.

"So," he asked, his voice laced with a playful challenge, "Did you like what you saw?"

"Hmm." She pretended not to hear his question