True to her word Chelsea had managed to find not one, but three people who wanted Becca to take pictures of their sexual exploits - and that was just for starters. It had taken her less than a day. Chelsea kind of became Becca's little manager, and Becca insisted on paying her for it since she was the one bringing Becca clients. She'd also drawn up forms of consent so that none of these people could sue Becca or her. Not only that, but she was taking care of finding the people who would be willing to fulfill these fantasies of the clients - and usually not for money either. They just wanted copies of the pictures as well.
It seemed so strange to Becca that this would be something which would catch on... she couldn't imagine wanting someone to take pictures of her having sex. Then again, she didn't really have any strange hidden fantasies - although she was starting to wonder about anal sex now.
Looking at the schedule Chelsea had written up for her it looked as though this was a guy - a straight guy (so he said) - that wanted to be fucked by a group of men. Shaking her head Becca wondered how he thought he could be straight when that's what he wanted... but she wasn't being payed to judge (or to speculate), she was being paid to take pictures. From the noises in the dressing room it sounded like there were already several guys there, waiting on her client.
The door opened and she looked up and smiled at the nervous looking guy who walked in. He definitely didn't seem to be the type of person who would have a sexual kink like this; he looked to be about 30 years old, respectable wall-street type, glasses and a suit.
"Hi... I'm Henry," he said, shaking hands with her.
"Becca... um, the guys are in the other room, just go ahead and get undressed and I'll go get them." she cursed herself a little for the awkwardness of her words, but he didn't seem to mind. In fact, she'd barely said the words before he was scrambling out of his three piece suit.