Chapter Six: Mr Challenger

I did not give the nickname "Mr Challenger" to the man in question. I heard it from various model sisters and photographers. He earned his nickname because he liked to challenge models during his shoots with them. According to a senior model I worked with at an event, he used to be very famous and well-respected.

He was known for his lingerie and implied nude shoots against a black background. The way he controlled his lights showcased the beauty of the models' shapes. However, he eventually became money-minded and started scamming clients and models. His photography business went bust as a result, but he still had enough money to scam young models for paid shoots.

I couldn't understand why someone with his skills would want to pay models for a shoot until my friend Meow came to me in tears. That was when the most frightening incident of my life began.

"Why were you crying?" I asked Meow with a concerned look when she came to my house.

"I got scammed. That bastard made me do all sorts of things, and all I got was a miserable $50," Meow explained.

I asked Meow to tell me more. She had been approached by Mr Challenger on Facebook a week ago. He told her she was photogenic and wanted to meet her for a discussion in a hotel room he had booked.

During the discussion, Mr. Challenger mentioned an international lingerie photo contest he was participating in overseas. He needed a winning photo to secure the top prize of US$10,000 and a chance to learn from a renowned photographer in the USA.

As one of the three models he selected, he would choose from them. The chosen model would receive $1,000 in total (for being selected and for the one-hour lingerie shoot later), while the other two would only get $50 for their participation.

To make it more convincing, Mr Challenger showed Meow pictures of the other two models on his iPhone, who either had poor skin and were too skinny or were too plump and short. It seemed obvious that Meow was going to win. Meow blindly agreed to take part in Mr Challenger's selection and completed the five challenges he instructed her to do.

A week later, the day Meow came to me, she was informed by Mr Challenger that she was not selected. The skinny model was chosen instead for performing well in the challenges and looking stunning with makeup on. Meow found it hard to believe and started to suspect that everything was a scam.

After hearing her story, Meow begged me to help her get back at this scammer and expose his lies. Being soft-hearted, I agreed to Meow's request, which later became one of my regrets in life.

The plan was simple. Meow got help from a friend who sold spy cameras to install one in my bag. My task was to be a bait and record everything Mr Challenger told me to do, so Meow could use the video as evidence of his scam.

The next step of getting Mr Challenger interested in me was easy. I added him on Facebook and liked a few lingerie pictures he posted in his portfolio. As my Facebook was already full of my pictures, he messaged me quite quickly after a day or so. He used the same tactic he used on Meow.

On the day of the meeting, as I was on my way to the hotel room Mr Challenger arranged, Meow and a few friends would join me later after I messaged them that I had recorded the video.

Upon reaching the hotel, I received a message from Mr Challenger that there was a change in plans, and we had to discuss it in another room as the previous one was leaking water.

"It shouldn't affect the plan much," I thought to myself, as all I needed to do was message the room number to Meow and her friends later.

As planned, I entered Mr Challenger's hotel room and placed my bag (with the spy cam switched on) on the table facing him from an angle. The discussion began, with Mr Challenger questioning my body stats and past modeling experiences.

He then brought up the fake contest issue and showed me pictures of two models on his iPhone, matching the descriptions Meow had given; one skinny and one plump. I nodded and agreed.

"So let me throw you some challenges to see if you are indeed the model I am searching for," Mr Challenger said with an evil smile.

"Here's your first challenge. I need you to reveal yourself in bra and panties only to me. This is to test your comfort level in doing a lingerie shoot," Mr Challenger started the challenges. Mentally prepared, I slowly removed my tube top and mini skirt, leaving only my bra and panties on.

Mr Challenger looked at me as he sat in the armchair.

"Very good, your figure is simply gorgeous. Let's move on to the second challenge. Imagine yourself as a cat and make a sexy pose on the floor. This is to determine whether you have a good imagination for poses."

Feeling like an idiot, I pretended to crawl on the floor and made a claw scratch movement towards Mr Challenger. As I did that, he started taking pictures of me with his iPhone.

"Okay, you have a good imagination. Let's proceed to the third challenge. I need you to crawl under my legs and strike a seductive pose. This is to test whether your poses are limited or if you can do more seductive poses."

The humiliation escalated. I slowly crawled over his legs and used my hand to caress around his legs.

"Now, onto the fourth challenge. This one is simpler. I need you to remove your bra and pose with your back bare for me to see. This is part of the photoshoot pose I need, so I must see if your back has the right feel for the shoot," Mr Challenger explained seriously.

I followed his instructions, thinking it would be over soon, and I could message Meow. I removed my bra and covered my breasts with my hands as my back faced Mr Challenger. He took pictures of me with his iPhone.

"Very good. Let's move on to the final challenge. I need you to show me your breasts in full view. I need to ensure your breasts are suitable for the lingerie shoot, as some models tend to cheat using pads," he explained in a serious tone.

Shocked by this challenge, as it was different from Meow's experience, I declined and decided to leave since I had enough evidence of his scam.

"I'm not comfortable doing this," I told him.

"Why not? It's just between you and me. There's no need to be shy," Mr Challenger said in a flirtatious tone.

"I think I don't want to participate anymore," I replied and quickly put on my bra. I gathered my clothes and bag, intending to go to the restroom to message Meow discreetly. But as I was about to enter, Mr Challenger grabbed my hand.

"No, you can't leave yet. You must complete the challenge since we've already spent so much time," Mr Challenger said angrily.

"I don't want to!" I tried to push his hand away. We struggled, and my bag and clothes fell to the floor, along with the items inside, including my makeup kit, phone, and the spy camera.

Mr Challenger noticed the spy camera and shouted, "Isn't that a spy camera?! Why are you recording me?" He grabbed my hair and gave me a fierce look. Frightened, I confessed to him immediately, explaining that I was gathering evidence to expose his scam.

Enraged, Mr Challenger slapped me and wanted to hit me again. I pleaded with him to stop and promised to erase the video and ask Meow not to gather any more evidence.

"If you want to leave safely, I can give you a chance. But you must complete the last challenge and five more challenges," Mr Challenger said with an evil grin.

I obeyed without resistance. I removed my bra to show Mr Challenger my breasts in full view to complete the fifth challenge.

"Delicious boobs!" He licked his lips.

"The sixth challenge is to let me squeeze your boobs to ensure they are real!" He grabbed my breasts and squeezed them hard. Then, still playing with my nipples, he gave me the seventh challenge; to give him a hand job to test my finger skills.

I unzipped his pants and began to stroke him, but fear started to consume me. Tears streamed down my face.

"Why are you crying? I'm not even hitting you! Your handjob isn't good enough! Let's move on to the next challenge! Give me a blowjob this time!" He demanded, dropping his pants and underwear in front of me. He made me kneel and forced me to perform oral sex on him.

"Suck faster, you slut!" Mr Challenger got aggressive, pulling my hair and forcing me to deep-throat him. I almost choked and begged him to stop, but he didn't relent. He continued pulling my hair, forcing me to suck harder and deeper.

As I sucked, he took his iPhone and started recording. I tried to grab his phone, but he pulled my hair harder. I couldn't fathom what the last two challenges would entail. My throat ached as Mr Challenger's penis forced its way into my mouth, not large but his violence made it excruciating.

"Get on the bed now!" Mr Challenger commanded.

Realizing his intentions, I complied, lying on the bed, awaiting the monster to consume me. It felt like being a rabbit under the claws of the sick Mr Toy's wolf, only ten times more dreadful.

"The ninth challenge is to test how loudly you can moan during sex!" Mr Challenger pounced on me, thrusting inside.

I moaned loudly in pain at the sudden penetration as the beast continued to humiliate me. It became unbearable. I couldn't wait for the final challenge, fearing it would be too much. My eyes darted around the room, and I spotted an ashtray near the mirror desk. Desperately, I grabbed it and struck Mr Challenger's head hard, eliciting a scream.

I heard a cry for help, then silence and darkness. When I woke up, I was in the hospital. Meow was beside me, tears in her eyes. I had no recollection of what happened after hitting Mr Challenger's head.

Officers questioned me, but nothing related to the incident. When I inquired about Mr Challenger, they said the case was confidential and under investigation. I faced no repercussions upon leaving the hospital. Meow had disappeared, leaving a letter and $3K.

In the letter, she explained that she had resolved the issue and apologized for everything. She felt too ashamed to face me, as I had sacrificed too much to help her. She urged me to forget the ordeal, including the beast. She mentioned that the beast had faced its retribution.

The fate of Mr Challenger and the evidence remained a mystery. The officers couldn't find much about the man, as his identity was fake on the hotel register, and there was no CCTV footage due to a breakdown that day. They found no iPhone or spy camera in the room. The doctor's report revealed no semen.

It took time to overcome the incident. Hearing about photographers challenging young models made me wonder if Mr Challenger was still out there.