The Centerfold

My buddy Myron laughed at my whining. He worked as an agent for the modeling agency that I was chief photographer for. We walked together into one of the rooms that we used to do photo shoots. He’d set up this shoot for some hotshot up and coming model. I groaned inwardly. Those guys were always rude, spoiled and demanding.

I set my bag with my cameras on the floor. The crew was already setting up the lighting and getting the props in place. A young woman with spiky hair rushed over to where Myron and I stood. She gave me a big grin and ran her hand through her black and blue hair...