FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Porfirio dusted off his boots and pants. He wanted to look as good as he could for this interview. It wasn't everyday that you got interviewed by a modeling agency. Well, maybe for some people it was, but not for a guy like him. Or anyone he knew. He took a deep breath and ran through his speal in his head. 'Nice to meet you all today!' shake hands. 'I'm so glad to have gotten the invita...'

"Mister Weldstone?" Porfirio looked up, the nervousness obvious in his eyes. "Uh...yes...that would be me." The receptionist smiled. "Right this way please, they will see you in a moment." She ushered him down the long hallway, with pictures of all kinds of models of all species and genders on the walls. There were even a few artistic nudes here and there. Porfirio tried not to gulp. 'You've got this. You've got this. Come on Poof, pull yourself together...'. She nodded her head towards the only open door, and guided him into it. He sat in the bright lit room, alone, and waited.

Slowly they began to shuffle in and take their seats at the table across the room. They sat, sipped their drinks, looked at their note books and binders, and shuffled through their papers. There were three men and one woman. Two predators and two prey, at least it was some what even. The puma, dressed in very business formal clothing, cleared his throat. "Mister Weldstone, yes?"

"Uh...yes sir." The puma nodded and the other three started to write in their books. "Well Mister Weldstone, we have been looking over your references and credentials. We see no experience in the modeling field, no agency that has references for you, and no qualifications that are specific to this employment." Porfirio knew this was going to be the big problem. He held his breath. "So, what made you want to apply to this position in the first place?" The black fox rested her elbow on the table, with her paw against her cheek, surveying him.

"Well, Sir..." He stood shyly and approached. The two prey looked up immediately and looked him over. Approaching without them asking didn't seem like the normal thing people did. "I know that I can learn fast, that I have a good body and good attitude for this, and I have honestly always dreamed of being a male model." There. He'd said it. It was out in the open. Now he tried to strike a casual pose that would seem easy and yet appealing.

The puma looked him over, while the caribou stared into his eyes. He nodded and wrote something on his paper. "He has a good set of Come Hither eyes, Parkson." The puma nodded. "Yes, but what about clothing? Can he pull off something risque, or casual? What about Flabee's or Mannique's unique styles?" The chubby hamster nodded at that. "Indeed," he chipped in "can we work with that hair style even? What about body poses? Yes, he certainly has the body for the photoshoots, but can he hold a pose or even look good doing them at all?"

The vixen smirked at him, her tail wagging mischievously behind her. "What about styles of photos? Tell us Mister Weldstone, what would you do to get this job...or really, what won't you do?" Her eyes held that mischief as well and she glanced side to side at her co-workers.

Poof knew it was now or never. "Would you like to see Miss?" He held her gaze steady, but not too strong as to seem like a challenge. Her smirk turned into a full grin. "You mean your body Mr. Weldstone? All your goodies? Well if that's not too much for you then go ahead, bare all to us."

He didn't stop to think about it because he knew if he did, he would never continue to go through with it. Without a second thought, his shirt was already on the floor and he was on the way to removing his pants. The puma jumped up suddenly. "There is no need for that Miss Parad. He certainly has a ready attitude for the job. We will continue with the second part of this interview in a few days with the clothing and styling, and the pose practices. If you would, please ensure you are fully dressed that day." He glanced at Porfirio's open pants and missing shirt. "And please wear under garments, these will not be clothes you will be keeping." He folded up his binder and looked at the others. "Anything else?"

The hamster shook his head, Miss Parad just smirked and made no effort to show she was staring as if she could see into his pants already, and the caribou closed his own binder before speaking. "Please leave your contact information with the front desk." He spoke the words 'front desk' very clearly and glanced sideways at Miss Parad before continuing, "and someone will contact you with an interview date." He said no more, pushing back his chair and heading for the exit. The other two males followed him, while the vixen lingered just long enough to wink at him and make one last glance.

Poof sighed in relief and a bit in nervousness as he zipped his pants back up and slipped his shirt over his head. His head was a buzz when he stumbled back into the lobby to sign the contact form. Where would he go from here! He'd never thought he'd even get this far!