"Models Wanted- No Experience Necessary – Local ladies needed to sit for artist. No nudity, but an open mind is required! Top pay."

I remember the day it all started. I pondered the classified ad for a while before I sent it to Kicks. Kicks is a local newspaper, catering to the 18-25 year old crowd. It got started by some enthusiastic journalism students at the college. After its first year, it became extremely popular. So popular that it was able to sell advertising space so easily that it could actually circulate for free. After these students graduated, they kept it going, as it became quite lucrative for them, despite the fact that it is distributed for free. Almost every college student has their set place where they pick up their copy every week.

The paper has quite a personals/classified ad section, where one can usually find anything from someone selling a mountain bike to lesbian biker women looking for a third.

It hadn’t been long since I’d settled near town before I got my idea. I’ve always loved the idea of casting women, and sketching or painting them afterwards.

Oh, I’ve had girlfriends in the past who would have been more than willing to participate in almost anything I asked them to. I’ve had a lifetime of "yes-men" and "yes-women" who did everything they could to make me happy. Of course, they were only doing it because my family was wealthy. They would gladly have participated in my art, not for the sake of my art, but for the sake of my money. While most of the time, I would have preferred to have been alone, I put up with these people to keep my father happy. He worked so hard to make us rich, he wanted us to experience every benefit that money could bring. I played along, mostly out of respect for him. I even got to go to a great school to pursue my art studies. The only casting I ever got to do was on myself, hoping for the day when I could cast a beautiful woman.

After the death of my parents, I decided to change things around a bit. I sold all the houses except the one in Florida, (That was my dad’s favorite house) and all of the other trappings that come with money. I invested the money, and took off in an old muscle car (OK, so I kept one indulgence) to see America. I roamed around the country for a few years, sometimes staying in a place for a few months, sometimes, just passing through. There is a whole other America out on the country roads, and I loved experiencing it.

I came to this town about a month ago. One day, I saw two coeds going to class. One of them was on crutches, with a pink long leg cast. She was very pretty, and I couldn’t help but sneak a good stare at her, crutching along, chatting with her friend. At that point, inspiration hit the way it always does- Suddenly, completely, and without warning. I knew what I wanted to do.

I found an old Victorian style house in town that was for rent. It was perfect- it would be a nice place to live, and an excellent studio. I went around the antique malls and bought some very nice furniture for the downstairs. It would be the perfect backdrop for photos and drawings of casted women.

I chose one of the downstairs rooms to serve as the casting area. A couple of quick phone calls netted me all of the items I could imagine I might need. I acquired a medical exam table, a few sets of crutches, to accommodate differing heights, and a wheelchair. I made sure that the wheelchair had a reclining back, just in case I decided to do a hip spica, and had to move a woman so casted.

I also found a medical supply house that would sell casting supplies to me. I was a bit nervous about asking, but apparently they were more interested in making the sale than the reason for my buying. I purchased padding, stockinette, and plaster, all in varying widths. I also bought quite a supply of fiberglass bandages, in varying widths and colors. I didn’t want to have to plan ahead on anything. I wanted to be ready for any sort of cast that I decided to do. I took the supplies to the casting area, and stocked up my cart that I had bought to work from.

My last step was to call the paper about placing the ad. I got the prices and deadline schedule. I thought for a while about the wording, then wrote it out, and dropped it in the mail.

With the ad in the mail, the wheels were in motion. That left me only to wait for the first call.