A Love from racing

Part Forty Four

I was a little nervous today, it was the day of my Calvin Klein shoot.

I'd never modelled before, well not properly at least. Of course I had shots taken on my bike for Yamaha but I'd hardly call that modeling it was more like promo for showing off our new machine and sponsors, for the new seasons.

Ali of course had modelled before when she was in her late teens to early adulthood briefly, so she was my go to as for answers of what the hell I should do, I didn't want to look like an absolute idiot or awkward.

The butterflies in my stomach wouldn't stop. I knew the majority of the public knew about my condition but it scared me that, because I would be modelling underwear, now it'd really be out there.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared. Peoples opinions didn't bother me so much anymore but it was the constant hate I didn't want stepping through my door.

Now we had a daughter I didn't want hate to surround her because of me.

Ali text her brother and he happily agreed to watch over Es while we were at my shoot he also asked if I could 'borrow' a few pairs of underwear from set for him but of course I said no, I was doing the work so the underwear would be mine that they gave me, I might give him a couple pairs. Maybe. But then again they did give me a truck load, I wouldn't be able to wear them all.

Once we pulled up to the building the shoot was at, I parked and we both jumped out, locking the car before walking over to Ali taking her hand we begin to walk in.

"There she is, we'll make a model out of you today. I'm Anthony I'll be photographing you today" the eccentric camp man said with an accent I couldn't figure out, maybe Spanish I couldn't tell. He wasn't very tall either I seemed to tower over him as did Ali and now she was short.

I greet the photographer Anthony, and also the other two models who were going to be with me.

After I said my hello's to everyone Anthony gave me a idea of how things were going to go.

"Alright so your models, Chelsea and Laura who you've just met are going to hair and makeup in about ten minutes so basically I'll explain what's going on"

With my hand still holding Alison's, he walked us over to a set up which was a white back drop nothing else.

"This is where the first shot will take place it'll be just you and then once I've got some single shots we'll bring in the two women. Is that ok with wifey?" He asked which I thought was a weird question of course she was, it wasn't real she was my one and only.

"It's modelling" she shrugs "I'm fine with it" she gave me a eyebrow raise at Anthony's odd question, when his back was turned to us.

He showed us the other sets before stopping at a clothes rack.

"Alright here's your wardrobe, Doris, your stylist and myself know about your condition so don't worry. Doris is a pro at dressing people up she'll get you looking great. I'll leave you to get dressed. I'll be sorting out my equipment, oh and if you want to stuff a sock down there, honey I won't judge alot of the celebs I photograph normally do. So have fun with it" he laughed with a hand wave.

He walks off and I turn to Ali.

"I'm not sure I like that guy" I tell her watching him hum as he walked away. Alison laughs.

"Me either. Well you definitely don't need a sock down there thats for sure so" we laugh with each other. "But yeah sorry alot of photographers can be like him" I nod in amusement.

"Come on I'll help you change into your first lot of underwear" she says causing me to raise my eyebrows in suggestion.

"I like the sound of that" I tell her pulling her into me.