Today is the day for the shoot for the restaurant. Bridgette and her crew come in and make me look beautiful. They make my hair larger than normal, but it’s gorgeous and they even added some extensions. It makes me kind of miss my long hair. When they finish, I was asked to put nude panties on and nothing else but a robe. My wardrobe must be downstairs.

Bridgette and I follow the sounds of chatter. I find Catherine and Fallon there, along with some other people who are all introduced to me as the photographer and her crew.

I take in all my surroundings and become confused. I see a table set up with all kinds of food, then I see plants, then apples, lots and lots of apples. I don’t know what’s going on, but then I feel Fallon to my side.

She’s wearing a big smile. “Where were you last night?”

She takes me by surprise. “What?”

“You heard me, Avery. I went to your room looking for you. I couldn’t sleep. I thought if you were up, we could talk, but you weren’t there. So again, where were you?”

I look at her, and she knows, so to hell with it. “You know very well where I was, Fallon.”

She laughs. “I sure in the hell do. I was pretty sure that was you screaming out last night, lucky bitch.”

I slap her arm as we both laugh.

Catherine turns and asks, “What’s going on?”

We both answer at the same time, “Nothing!”

She looks at us, waiting for more of an answer. When she sees we’re not going to give her one, she turns back, talking to the photographer.

“Choo, choo,” Fallon laughs out while making the sound of a train.

I bend down to talk to my godson. “Your mother is being very bad. You should kick her hard or something.”

“Oh Avery, you leave my son out of this.”

Catherine walks to us and says they’re ready for me. Then she takes a second look at me and says, “Bridgette did a wonderful job. You look radiant; your skin’s almost glowing.”

I hear Fallon whisper under her breath, “That wasn’t Bridgette’s doing.”

I turn my attention to her and give her a look to shut up. She simply smiles back at me.

Ugh. “Okay, I’m ready. What are we doing?”

Catherine wraps her arm around mine, and we walk as she starts to explain. “The restaurant is called Sin, so we’d like to do different kinds of temptation scenes. One will be with you lying on the table with nothing on, covered in different foods.”

“What? Catherine, I can’t do that.”

“You won’t be exposed. You’re wearing your panties; the rest will just be a temptation to the viewer. You will be completely covered, with only subtle hints of skin showing. This will be gluttony.”

She then walks me to the apples. “In one scene, you will be covered by apples, like from the garden of Eden. This will be a scene that describes being covered in sins.”

We walk to the next area. “In this scene, you will look like Eve herself. We will use extra hairpieces to cover your breasts. You will be luring the audience into the restaurant, tempting them with one single apple in your hand.”

I had no clue this is what she wanted. It sounds like a great idea and concept, but not with me as the model. I guess I should’ve asked the name of the restaurant first.

Catherine sees my resistance and says, “Avery, look around. I made sure to get an all-woman crew here. All the men have left or are outside, none will be able to see what’s going on.”

“But they’ll see the posters. Everyone who walks into the casino will see me like that.”

“Yes, Avery, that’s the point. You are a beautiful, tempting woman. Look, I need you to know, I would never make you do this if I didn’t think you could.”

I look around, and she’s right, there are no men. Even the photographer is a woman. I guess I can try. This would surely get me out of my comfort zone. I trust Catherine; she has never been wrong yet.

“Okay, Catherine, let’s do this.”

I bravely slip my robe off, and they start by putting me in the tub of apples. As the camera starts to snap, my nerves start rising. But then I settle into a routine. The photographer and Catherine are giving me such high praises. I start to enjoy it all. There’s even music in the background to help put me in the mood for a long day of shooting.

Next, I’m transformed into Eve. My hair covers my breast and goes down to my inner thighs, covering my privates. Then the last scene. They lay me on the table full of food. First on my stomach, and then on my back.

At the end of the shoot, the photographer even shows me a few of the shots from her camera. They are unbelievable. I know it’s me, but that woman in the pictures looks confident and self-assured. I know that’s how I want to feel, and I believe I slowly am. The shoot helped a lot with my confidence. Halfway through, I even quit covering myself. I became exposed to all of them in the room and didn’t care.

Catherine says, “You see Avery how we see you. Look how strong that woman is and how beautiful she is. That’s you, Avery.”

I feel tears running down my face, Catherine hugs me and even rocks me back and forth.

“You’ve come a long way, Avery. I’m so proud of you.”

She kisses my forehead then walks away.