Chapter 298: OnlyFans Queen (2/2)
Entering the IPAs was an honor, and if they did well, it would be a powerful boost to their photography careers! That's why up in the front row, Darryl's eyes shined the brightest! Why else would he have put so much effort into this? Why else would he have paid Stacy an obscene amount of money to be here and sit next to him? Obviously, it was this! To sniff her hair!
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Yet, pulling his head back as she turned to him and narrowed her eyes, he returned his focus to the competition. Winning the contest was important too… Once he became a successful photographer, he could use his reputation to seduce Stacy and even more models! That was his dream! Wouldn't he save a lot of money then?
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It was hard not to think about money when he was left with so little of it…
Even so, that would soon change. He'd win this contest, do well at the IPAs and then book gigs as a photographer. It would be the start of his incredible career path! There was no doubt about it!
Meanwhile, in the back, Ben didn't have so many worries. He just enjoyed the view of Stacy's backside through the open bottom of her chair. Turning to him, Charlotte saw who he was looking at but gave Ben the benefit of a doubt. 'He must be worried about competing against Darryl's model?'
Ben grinned. ”Now that auschwitz…I could get behind THAT as a final solution.”
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Charlotte's face died as she stared at him. 'I should've known better…' Still, as a teammate, she decided to let him in on some information. ”Darryl's model, her name is Stacy Harper. She lives in my dorm and is famous for making lots of money selling nude videos on OnlyFans…”
Ben knitted his brows, as if judging the potential danger of his opponent. ”Are there leaks?”
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After Charlotte turned away from him and ignored him, he turned back to Stacy. Since there was no tape to study…things would be troublesome. Ben narrowed his eyes, as if measuring his opponent, and once he'd captured the approximate measurements of the booty…
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His face relaxed soon after, and he glanced towards Charlotte at his side. She wasn't a big beauty, with her thick glasses and baggy clothes making her incomparable to Stacy in sexiness. Yet, Ben believed Charlotte possessed a unique charm of her own. Meanwhile, when he looked at Stacy, he thought the opposite. His sense as a photographer told him one thing when he saw her—she'd be a fun f*ck.
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Some would argue that was all she needed...
Perhaps they were right...
However, Ben believed that wasn't enough to be a model; at least, not for the type of photos he wanted to capture. The key though, was whether or not the judges shared his taste, and with the competition about to begin, he'd soon find out.
A few minutes later, all the members of the club sat in their seats and quieted down. Next, one of the judges explained the format of the competition, and not long after, it began!
One by one, exhibits submitted by the club's beginners were displayed on a projector screen at the front. Then, like last week, the judges gave advice and feedback. Except this time, at the end, they each gave a one-to-ten rating for the submission as well. It was a more entertaining affair than a simple critique, with some entrants laughing in pleasant surprise at their scores, and others frowning in disappointment. Yet, the results weren't the same as last week; One vital aspect changed.
It didn't take long for Ben to see what that was either. The quality of the photos today, was higher!
After all, he wasn't the only one developing his skills. Although the other beginners didn't possess a stat multiplier, they were able to use the feedback from the previous critique, along with putting in more preparation during the week, to capture better pictures. As a result, the competition was fiercer! So although Ben was still confident in his photos, he couldn't help feeling a trace of anxiety as he loosened his collar. 'It'll be fine. There's no way I'll end up slapping my own face…'
Soon, when a new photo came up though, of a blonde sitting on a sandy beach in a torn-up dress, Ben's hand twitched…
It was Stacy, which also meant that the photographer--was Darryl. The redhead smirked with pride as he and the others in the room nodded their heads in recognition. Everyone agreed his technique was beyond the beginner level and his model was beautiful too. Everything about the portrait photo was high quality, too high for this competition.
So once again, when it came time for the judges to give critique, they offered nothing but praise. Yet, on this occasion, they even offered their acclaim through numbers.
”Nine!”
”Ten! Perfect! Love it!”
”Nine! Great work!”
It was the highest score of the day, by far, and after it emerged, Ben frowned. He had to tell himself positive affirmations in his head, because his face was already starting to sting.
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