Predator (Patreon)

"I just wanted to come over here and tell you I think you're beautiful" he stared intently at me- a tall thin man wearing all black and holding a samsung galaxy that was clearly on "camera mode" I smiled there barefooted, bare-legged, and naked under my black trench coat- placed by one of the giant geometrical metal art pieces in front of the space needle.

"Thanks." I acknowledged his compliment, and looked back to Gary. The skinny man didn't leave. What was he doing at 5:50am at the space needle by himself anyway?

"What's she wearing under that coat?" he asked Gary, the photographer. Gary was testing the lights and focused on composing the shot. "Just a slip" he replied shortly.

"You're so beautiful..." again... and he stepped closer, cell phone in hand. "I saw you posing over there just a few moments ago..." I forced a smile and hoped he would just leave us alone. The notion of causing a scene kept me from speaking my mind, plus I couldn't test my luck in case the police got involved... a revoked probation would be costly for me, to say the least. "Thanks..." I smirked, shrugging back my nerves.

"You should show me what you have under that jacket" his eyes were glued to me like a panther in the presence of a young doe. "Excuse me?" he repeated himself. What audacity?! I felt like he was breathing down my neck while humping my leg, even though he was at least 4 feet away in reality. Half expecting him to pull out his weener in public, the best defensive reply I could come up with flowed out of my lips, "I think that's a very innapropriate thing to request me to do."

He didn't bat an eye, he stepped closer. "I think you should show me what you have on under that jacket... Or else I might feel inclined to call security."

The hairs on the back of my neck shouted for a second... WTF?!?!?! Really dude?! "So, call security then. Go ahead." I looked at Gary, who was still attempting to ignore this freak.

"I think you're beautiful..." This guy was obviously a pervert dying to see me naked. Why threaten a woman, while at the same time professing your adoration? Entitled peice of shit.

"Call security, dude. I'm not showing you what's under my coat." Like an injured weasel, his shoulders shrivelled inward and he crept away towards the bushes; concealing his cell phone while muttering something I couldn't understand.

I knew he wasn't really going to call the cops. If he did, we would have been long gone by the time they showed up. Plus, it's technically not illegal to be nude in Seattle anyway!

The rest of the shoot with Gary Breckheimer went smoothly, though public nudity is way out of my normal comfort zone, I trusted his judgement. He is, after all, super experienced in this genre.

Enjoy this gallery of our work here :) I'll be sharing on my Tumblr and Model Mayhem profiles as well over the next several days!