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7 years ago, I was expecting to have graduated from some preppy Ivy League college by now. I didn't even know for what major, but I had seen myself as a successful, independent woman. What I didn't expect, was working a 9-5 job I hated and earning money as a model in my free time. But I wasn't any model. Since any regular model would have to work full time. I was a nude model, you know, for artists. Once in awhile I got a good gig and sat in a position with my tits out for a good hour or so, and to be honest, I didn't hate it. It was exhausting, yes, but not awful. After fighting myself for a good 18 years, I had come to like my body and appreciate it, so now I was ok with having my breasts out for people to see, no matter how big or small they were. But I was still trying to get comfortable with exposing my...um...you know.

After working with several artists, I had finally sat down and became a personal model for one artist. Although I still worked with others, but this guy was kinda like my boss. His name is Naveen Deck. He is a 25 year old sketch artist. His main focus was understanding the shape of a woman's body, so he worked with a lot of female models. Since I had been working for a few months now, I had come to understand that although he can be funny and kind at times, he was still a very serious person, especially when it came to art. And you could obviously get that since staring and boobs and butts for 5 years didn't seem to bother him.

But...he still had a soft side. Somewhere in there.