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Requesting a happy ending can open you up to embarrassment and an abrupt ending of the session. Luisa had experience living in multiple cultures and was able to draw on those to make her class more interesting, particularly to Denise. I guess it really is about who you know, she thought with a smile.

 

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Denise's heels clicked on the walk as she headed towards the restaurant where breakfast was being served. She was dressed in a red bikini with a sarong; her first inclination was to wear more, but she reminded herself again where she was - paradise. She had so much to think about as she walked. She was still upset about her discovery the day before, that this 'model academy' was nothing more than training for escorts. She hated that she'd been lied to, hated that she hadn't figured it out sooner. She was still fuming at Carlo and what he had said to her - 'you should be grateful you're so damn hot'. Why couldn't she get those words out of her head? But the thought that was strongest was the memory of her night with Manny. Yes, it had been way too long since she'd had a real lover - that was one of the drawbacks of being a high school teacher, having to be cautious about such things. But still there was something... She arrived, made a plate of food at the buffet, and found a table. She didn't see Manny - he did say he'd see her at breakfast? She wondered if he'd been waiting and finally left before she got there. One thing she had decided already that morning - despite her discovery, she was going to stay the course, finish the summer. She'd signed a contract and she was getting paid and she WAS in paradise... And she really did like her students! Thinking about them reminded her to check her Instagram page again... I guess it really is about who you know, she thought with a smile. If nothing else she'd made some great friends in a short time! A figure approached her table, and Denise looked up, expecting Manny. Instead, it was Teresa. She looked down at her plate again. I should have been upfront with you sooner. I honestly thought Carlo would have at least hinted at what we do here when he offered you the position. He can be a bit of an... We can always find another teacher. I'm worried about you, Denise, the amazing young woman sitting across from me. You're not in the least amount of trouble. As a matter of fact, Manny had nothing but glowing things to say about you. Yes, he said you were fantastic in the sack, but the grade is about how you carry yourself. Your style, your class, your sophistication. You said that yesterday, in class. Now you get it. Look, I'm not going to twist your arm, you're a big girl and can make your own choices. But you obviously have an eye for dressing and presenting yourself, why take another boring teaching job and be dictated by stuffy people who are afraid to express themselves? It's really hard for me to get past the whole 'sex worker' thing too. Believe me, that's not what this is about, it really is about your image, your presence, learning the skills and having the talent to complement the man - or woman - you are with. It's about companionship at the highest level. Using your natural abilities and adding our training to it to become something truly special, truly marketable. It's the ultimate step for a model, in my opinion. And I saw it the moment I saw your photos, Denise - you have it, you can be the ultimate model, just like Anna and the others. And everything I've seen here has only reinforced that. All I ask is to keep an open mind this summer. Enjoy yourself, allow yourself to experience, to learn, to truly be. And at the end of the summer I'll give you a recommendation for any teaching job you want - that's a promise. And her friendships with the students grew as the summer progressed. So too did her relationships with the other teachers: she faithfully worked out with Joanna every day, and she spent part of every day on the beach tanning with Allie. She was enjoying the freedom to be able to sunbathe nude and not worry about tan lines, and she and Allie had the best conversations about fashion, and also the restraints that society tries to put on women, the expectations in certain roles of how they must dress. While she didn't attend every class that Luisa taught, Denise found herself naturally drawn to the topic of world cultures, probably due to her love of history. Luisa had experience living in multiple cultures and was able to draw on those to make her class more interesting, particularly to Denise. And she still found ways to contribute and interact with Bridgit's and Teresa's classes as well. And then, of course, there were the six male staff members, Manny, Marcos and the others. And while she spent evenings with each of them, it wasn't always sexual. Indeed, as Teresa had said, it was more about companionship, about staying true to herself, having style, and class, and sophistication. Denise became more and more comfortable in those interactions as the summer went on. The summer flew by in many ways and it was a disappointment when 'graduation day' arrived. Denise, though she was not ready to leave 'paradise', was very happy, and so much of that had to do with the six girls she had taught. They loved AND respected her, and it was the respect that she really appreciated, something that she had gotten very little of in her teaching career so far. The girls all got their 'diplomas' and then they even had a special present for Denise, an 'Instagram Model' certificate as her page now had well over a hundred thousand followers! The hugs were lengthy as everyone prepared to board their respective planes and head home. Teresa kept her promise and gave Denise a glowing letter of recommendation for any teaching job she was being considered for. She also gave Denise her card, and as the plane landed back home and the teachers were disembarking she reminded Denise that her 'offer' would be there if she ever changed her mind. As much as she loved her summer, Denise was ready to sleep in her own bed again, even if she wasn't sure how long she'd be there. She still hadn't gotten an offer to teach anywhere but she was determined to be patient and not give up. The next morning, she woke up, showered and made some breakfast. She opened her phone at the kitchen counter and before checking her email, opened up her Instagram page, going to the last photo she'd posted on the island - a group photo with her and all of the models and staff together. Happy memories came flooding back and she realized how wonderful her summer truly was and how much she'd miss seeing all her new friends. Then she checked her email, and her eyes widened as she read the first one. It was an offer, an offer to teach again! She kept reading; it was a private school in Minnesota, with a strict dress code for faculty. The starting salary was a bit higher than what she'd made the previous year - not great, but it was an offer, a real live offer! She could teach again, that's all that mattered, right? She hit the reply button and began to type her acceptance of the offer. Then she realized she hadn't gone through her stack of mail yet - what if there was another offer in there? She sat her phone down and grabbed the stack, going through it quickly but thoroughly. Most of it was junk mail, a few bills.. She opened it excitedly, but was surprised by what she saw... It was a letter from Teresa, a formal, official offer to become one of her escorts. There was even a diploma enclosed, exactly like the ones that the other models got, with her name on it, signed by both Teresa and Carlo. Denise picked up her phone, and finished typing her acceptance of the teaching offer in Minnesota. Her right finger hovered over the 'send' button, as her left hand held the letter from Teresa. She looked back and forth between the two. Then, she took a deep breath, then another. The decision was so clear, and deep down she knew it always had been. FOUR WEEKS LATER: The sun was shining as Denise walked along the street. In a dress and heels, a shoulder bag over her arm, she blended in and didn't seem the least bit out of place. She stopped, reaching to remove her sunglasses as a car pulled up beside her. The driver stepped out, walked around to the back of the limo and opened the door next to Denise. Sitting in the back was an older, well-dressed Arab gentleman. The driver got back in and headed down the street, the skyline of Dubai all around them. THE END Thank you SO much for watching my page! I'm a writer, first and foremost. I write about things I love, things that interest me. I'm a longtime member of this site, over 15 years between two accounts. I have made many friends here, and am always looking to make new ones. My current avatar was created by his version of me Discord: Denise's Paradise Island A place where you can find things that aren't posted here note me for a link Skype: curiadd Trillian: curia. Now that I am back, I plan to work with deviantArt and with all of you to figure out how we move forward in a new age, a new time for dA with a changing environment.

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