Daisy Porter really enjoyed her life as a fashion model in London, but now she is more interested in having a go at the more erotic side of modeling. Only 18 years old, tall, with long blonde hair and blue eyes and blessed with a beautiful face and a gorgeous figure, she easily meets the physical requirements for a successful career. Far more important, she exudes a certain sensuousness that is sure to repeatedly bring men back to feast their eyes on her face and body while they fantasize about how, given the opportunity, they would love to do much more than just gaze upon her beauty.
And, she has an inside track to achieve that status, after signing up with Girls Represented, a production firm that can and will see to it that the sexy girls working for them have plenty of exposure in every sense of the word. That is just what Daisy wants now, but it hasn't always been that way. Until recently, she was worried about whether or not she was enough of a woman to be able to do what would be expected of her. She is fully aware of her beauty, especially when nude. Her mirror tells her that, as do the eyes of men as they avidly follow her down the street, and the eyes of most men have been doing that since Daisy was in her mid-teens.
That was the situation even while she was still living in a small village in the Yorkshire Dales where, as in most small municipalities of rural England, every resident knows everybody else. Back then, Daisy expected to marry one of the local lads shortly after she became old enough and settle down with him so they could raise their children to be much like they were. That was the kind of life her mother and father led, as did most of the villagers, and they all thought of it as their destiny.
However, Daisy has something none of the other village girls or women have, and that is her striking beauty. This fact about her came to the attention of a large modeling agency, and they sent emissaries to her home to try to persuade the young beauty to come to work for them. They told how she could so easily achieve fame and fortune and avoid the dull life of a village matron, although they were much too tactful to use those exact words, because her parents were always involved in the discussions. The representatives of the agency were good at what they did, and they persuaded Daisy, who was only 16 years old then, to return with them to London, where she would begin her new career as a fashion model.
She was an immediate success on the stage and on the catwalk and, shortly after she reached her 18th birthday, the agency suggested she get involved in the more erotic side of modeling. They expected to make more money from her efforts, but she would also benefit greatly from the more lucrative contracts that would be hers. However, Daisy had some misgivings about living up to the very high expectations being placed on her. What caused those doubts was her fear that she did not have enough of the sexuality she believed would be necessary for her to achieve the very highest level of success. In fact, she actually feared she might be frigid.
Daisy liked the modeling she did, especially parading in front of hundreds of pairs of eyes wearing the tiniest bikinis or the skimpiest micro-mini skirts and halter tops, so the nudity required was not expected to be a problem. And, she always had a good time during sex with her young men. Daisy had gladly given up her virginity in Yorkshire shortly after reaching her 16th birthday, the age of consent in the United Kingdom, and had enjoyed regular sexual activities ever since. She achieved an orgasm the first time, or so she thought, and every time since. It was fun for her, but nothing even close to being as fabulous as she had been led to expect, and that was her concern.
Could she possibly be frigid, which was how she had heard of some women being described. To her, sex was a pleasant enough experience, but not all that much better than watching a good show on the telly or at the cinema or even reading a good book.
That changed one night in London shortly after Girls Represented made their proposal to the woman who had just turned eighteen years old. While Daisy was discussing her future with Molly Carpenter, the managing director, she spoke of her misgivings. Molly had seen hundreds of stills and videotapes and knew full well how Daisy came across to viewers, and she did her best to have her sexy protégé put aside those doubts, but the young woman was having none of it.
"I just don't feel all that much into sex," she told Molly, "and I'm afraid that will be plain for anybody to see."
The managing director firmly believed those fears to be without any foundation, but she knew better than to try to talk the young woman into doing something when she was not confident of her ability to do it. Instead, Molly decided to let Daisy persuade herself.
"You say sex is fun but nothing special. Did it ever occur to you that it might be the fault of your partners that you find sex to be something of a yawner? I've heard there is no such thing as a frigid woman, only clumsy men. Do you think that could be the problem?"
"I don't think so. Whatever boy or man I've been with, the result has been the same. We're making love, and I come, and it feels nice, and then he comes, and that's it. I wish there could be some more to it, because it feels really good up to that point. An anticlimax, I guess you could call it. My climaxes are always anticlimaxes."
"It shouldn't be that way. If I fix you up with a man I know, and he makes you feel like you've been told you should feel, would you reconsider? I still think you've been having sex with the wrong men, because the results, especially your orgasms, really should be what romance novelists write about."
Daisy thought about that for a minute. All her sex partners up till then had been young men she really liked. The idea of going to bed with some stranger, probably an older man, was not something she liked to contemplate. Even the thought made her feel rather slutty, since she had always heard and had come to believe the best sex is between people who have the right chemistry for each other. Still, she really liked the idea of being able to get into the more lucrative erotic side of modeling and, if that was the way she had to do it, then that was be the way she would do it.
"Alright, I'll try it. But, if I change my mind after you get me together with this bloke you have in mind, I won't have to do anything. If I decide to just walk out the door, that'll be my choice."
"Fair enough. You know you never have to do anything for this agency that you don't want to do."
The following evening, Daisy was introduced to Oliver in the sitting room of a posh hotel suite the agency keeps, usually for the use of visiting VIPs. He was a handsome man in his mid-thirties, with a well-trimmed mustache, long, dark hair and a muscular physique, and he worked as a free-lance photographer, sometimes doing work for Girls Represented. Being part of the industry, there had been no trouble persuading him to be the man to try to convince Daisy that she was, indeed, all woman. He had seen enough images of her scantily clad body that he was almost drooling at the opportunity.
