A different kind of model 47 (Patreon)

When Samuel stepped on the catwalk, his whole body was shaking. He could feel all the eyes on him, and he had to fight the urge to run away from there. 

It wasn't as crowded as a professional fashion show, but he was sure that at least fifty people were there. 

He then took a deep breath, put a hand on his hips, and began to cross the catwalk, trying not to think about what he was doing. 

His boots had low heels, so he was forced to swing his hips a little along the way, just as Chiara had taught him. Samuel couldn't understand why the girls had designed boots like those. Sure, he'd already seen some guys wearing similar shoes in Milan, but only a few ones, and Samuel was sure they were all gay. That was the only possible explanation!

He kept walking and finally reached the end of the catwalk. It didn't take more than thirty seconds, but for Samuel it seemed like hours!

But his ordeal wasn't yet finished, oh no! Now it was time to pose...