Jay Gets Juiced At The Gym Ch. 6
Juice looks to porn for financial help
As I looked at my phone ID, a smile grew on my face as I answered the call.
"Hey Juice, we haven't crossed paths for a while now. How are you doing?"
"Things could be better. I have a problem and I need your help."
"You know I am always there for you Juice. What can I help you with?"
There was a moment of silence as I heard Juice take a deep breath.
"After I hurt my back, I wasn't able to earn any money and accumulated a large credit card debt. The monthly interest charges are eating me alive and I am starting to lose sleep. George, a new guy at the gym, made me an offer that would help me reduce most of it, and I am going to accept."
"Juice, I have some money saved and I would be happy to loan it to you until you are ready to pay it back. No pressure to repay."
"Thanks for your offer, but I am looking for your support, your friendship, and your discretion, not your money. Now please don't judge me. The guy works in the porn industry and said that there is a growing demand for bodybuilder type women that earn good money posing for a 5-minute video. I would be naked but no sex involved. Can you pick me up and stay with me during the shoot?"
"Juice, are you sure you want to do that! That is a big decision."
"Jay, I need a friend, not another mother. Trust me, I spent a lot of time with the pros and cons and for my mental and financial health, I want to do it."
"Don't you think Little John or Bear would be better to go with you?"
"Neither of them has a car, and I would prefer them not knowing about this. I have enough confidence that this will remain between us."
"If you are certain, then give me the details and it will be my pleasure to escort you."
"Thanks Jay, I appreciate it. I am pretty desperate and I was counting on you."
It was Saturday morning when I arrived at Juice's apartment. She opened the back door and threw in a gym bag before taking a seat next to me. Her hair was tightly braided which highlighted her high cheekbones and sculptured face.
Driving into a surprisingly full parking lot, of a rather nondescript office building; we headed to the front door. A very pretty receptionist greeted us, whose double D breasts and low cut top would turn any man's head.
"My name is Juice, and George is expecting me."
Picking up the phone we could hear her paging, as we took a seat in the reception area. The reception was nicely decorated. Shiny awards filled one wall acknowledging porn movies achieving certain milestones.
It didn't take long for George to appear. He looked nothing like what I could have imagined. He was short, flabby, and bald. He resembled my father's accountant and not an executive in the porn industry.
"Juice, thank you so much for accepting my offer. We are going to make movie magic today. I have the studio ready and I have a great crew to work with us. I see you brought some gym stuff with you. Who is your friend?"
"George, this is Jay. Jay meet George"
George held out his hand to shake. "Don't worry Jay, I just washed my hands," he laughed. "A porn industry joke," he continued as he shook my hand.
As we walked down the hallway, it was evident that the place was bigger than it seemed. There were various studios and sets set up on either side of the corridor. A buzz of activity and flow of people, in various stages of undress, moved through the studio like ants going about their daily affairs.
"It can be a bit overwhelming at times," George said, as he saw my eyes darting back and forth.
Looking at Juice, "So here is the plan. We are making a 5-minute video. The first two minutes, you will pose with your string bikini, the next minute, off comes the top, the next minute off comes the bottom, and the last minute you try to seduce all our viewers watching. We hope you give an orgasmic performance for our viewers; if you catch my drift."
George sounded like a quarterback giving his wide receiver instructions.
George, looking in the opposite direction, "Sheila, come do Juice's makeup but leave her hair like it is. It frames her face so nicely. Then take her to studio five."
Sheila was about 6 feet tall, very slim, with over the top makeup. Her pastel dress was form-fitting and clung to her oversized breasts and remarkably small ass. Like the receptionist, Sheila had major sized implants that were disproportionate to her slim frame. I wasn't quite sure, but Sheila had an Adam's apple!
Looking at Juice, Sheila said, "Come sit sweetheart, we have to make you look fabulous for the camera. You have lovely features and I need to give you a few accent points."
Sheila deftly danced about Juice applying an abundance of eye shadow, eyeliner, blush, and lipstick. "Don't worry dear, it may seem a lot now, but it doesn't show up on the camera."
As Sheila guided us to Studio five, she gave Juice and me a business card. Smiling suggestively at Juice, "If you ever need makeup, hair, or any other services, I can be incredibly creative." Turning to me, "Same goes for you Jay, I adore young flesh, Ta Ta.
Whispering into Juice's ear, "We have officially fallen down into Alice's rabbit hole. I think Sheila is more of a He than a She," I said laughingly.
Studio five was rather small with a backdrop to photograph against. There was no changing room so Juice started to disrobe. Leaning into the bag she tossed me a bottle of oil.
"Hey massage guy, do your thing. Oil brings out the best definition in pictures"
"I thought I was here as a chaperon. I didn't think this was a working assignment," laughing and pouring some oil onto my hands.
Since dating Stretch, it had been a while since I had my oiled hands-on Juice's body. But this time it was to cover her tanned flesh and not to play with any of its oiled parts. None the less, rubbing the oil over Juice's well-muscled body was always a turn-on for me. I ensured my hands covered her breasts, her stomach, inner thighs, butt, and all parts between. It was obvious that Juice had been training. If she was not in her top form, she was close to it.
George and the videographer entered as Juice was tightening her micro-small posing bikini. Both George and Bob, the videographer, smiled their approval. George cued up some sultry music, nodded at Juice and Bob.
"Anytime you guys are ready."
I had never seen Juice compete, but I am sure she was a top competitor. Her years of training and experience allowed her to maximize each pose, highlighting the muscle set that the pose was designed to project. Juice started by highlighting her back and the deep V from the shoulders to her small waist. As she posed I recited all the muscle groups as they morphed out from her near paper-thin flesh. Her Latissimus Dorsi, Tres Minor, Tres Major, External Spinae, Erector Spinae, all jumped out as if I was reading it from a bodybuilder's chart. When it comes to anatomy I guess I am an anatomical nerd, I laughed to myself. These were all the real names of the muscle group, not that any of the viewers would give a damn about that. When she flexed her butt, her calves protruded enough to make anyone envious.
Still focusing on her back she popped her biceps, allowing the three heads of her Traps and Delts to take front and center. Showing muscle definition than any bodybuilder would respect.
