Vice and Exploitation

Vice and Exploitation

*Dear Author,

I never expected the cops to bust in on my photoshoot! How was I supposed to know that the modeling agency was just a front for prostitution? I’m not a hooker! You’d think the two Vice cops would have better things to do than to keep shooting me glances. What is with all the smirks? It’s not my fault they won’t let me get dressed! What am I going to do now? Why do I get the feeling I’m not ready for what I read in their eyes?

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**Photo Description:**

There are three photos: one, in black-and-white, is an artsy-looking shot of a young man leaning against a wall, shirtless, and with his pants down low; the second shot shows a large, muscular guy with curly black hair and a Samoan sleeve tattoo, wearing a black vest, and grinning; and the third shot shows a shirtless man, his hair done up in a man bun, holding a cup of coffee, and looking mischievous.

This story was written as a part of the M/M Romance Group's "**Love is an Open Road**" event. Group members were asked to write a story prompt inspired by a photo of their choice. Authors of the group selected a photo and prompt that spoke to them and wrote a short story.

This story may contain sexually explicit content and is **intended for adult readers**. It may contain content that is disagreeable or distressing to some readers. The M/M Romance Group strongly recommends that each reader review the General Information section before each story for story tags as well as for content warnings.