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As if sensing my plight and gleaning my decision, the man stepped forward and patted my shoulder with his free hand. I welcomed the physical contact. Cherishedit, actually. “Listen, I know ‘nervous’ when I see it. This is your first time, isn’t it?”

“F-first? Why, yes. How did you know?”

“Many of my models find it difficult to pose nude the first time.”

“Oh, posing? Yeah, this is my first experience doing it. I guess I’m more nervous than I expected.”

“What you need, my friend, is a stiff drink of alcohol before we begin the session.”

Just hearing the word “alcohol” had saliva coating my tongue. And the notion of pouring any form of booze into my belly seemed to calm me. Or perhaps it wasn’t that particular notion after all, but the way the man’s hand rubbed back and forth over my shoulder, the way his beautifully sculpted fingers gently dug into my muscle and kneaded away the growing tension.

I made my decision. “No alcohol, thanks.”