Mr. Dobkins' joviality suddenly vanished. "No, no, no… we don't have time for that. Take off your Levi's and let's see how you look in your panties."

"I… I couldn't do that…"

Mr. Dobkins stiffened. "See here little girl…" he growled. "I have a reputation at stake here and I'm offering you a good sum of money to take off your Levi's. Okay, if you won't I'll find another model!" his impatience pierced the stillness of the barn where an occasional flag of a horse's tail was the only sound on that Sunday afternoon.

Mimi's head fell. She pouted her lips, thought a moment. Tuition… this was her tuition money; she owed it to herself to cooperate. "Well… okay. But turn your back."

She could feel the color filling her cheeks at even the thought of undressing in front of a man. School or modesty… those were her choices.

"Okay, I have my back turned," he said. Patience. That was the only way to handle girls like Mimi – shy girls. Unfortunately, as he'd learned in the business, they were the ones with the fantastic bodies, the sex appeal. The countrified fresh girls who've never been naked in front of a camera before. Girls who didn't even know they were sexy and, who in their very innocence, reeked of sex. Getting them naked, now that was the trick.

Strip. Mimi's mouth was bone dry with nervousness. Take off your clothes, take off your clothes, her brain chanted, demandingly, so demandingly in fact, that the chestnut haired lovely forgot the simple element of degrees. To be immodest was to be immodest, she rationalized and forgetting about her Levi's, she started fingering the buttons on her blouse, tossing his ultimatum back and forth. This money he was offering her was enough to pay her tuition for one semester at least. And mindlessly, she undid the buttons one by one, until the cotton blouse was down to the knot, open to her narrow waist.