"Jesus... er, Cassie, do you have any cash? My card is being declined," Tom said, despairingly. Sighing, his wife Cassie handed him the last note in her purse. It was all she could do not to cry. They were in a desperate situation. No money to spare, only earning enough from Tom's crappy new job to pay the bills and the rent. It wasn't living, it was existing. They needed to do something and fast.
Getting home after the twenty minute walk, it barely seemed worth it. A few cans, some bread and milk, a bit of cereal. Nothing good to eat, just the completely bare essentials. It had to change.
"Look," she said, sitting at the kitchen table, "We need to do something else. I know you don't want me to, but ... I've got to get us some money. I haven't got time with the course to do anything, but perhaps I could do something small, just to give us some spending money, a bit of leeway."
"I know," Tom said. "But what is there? There just aren't any jobs at the moment. Not even in places like that supermarket. What would you do?"
"I've been thinking... what about modeling? Or, er, porn?"
Tom's eyes widened. "What? Seriously? No, I mean... you mean, like, having sex with other men?"
"Well, I wasn't going to go that far, just like softcore maybe? Taking my top off a bit. It's not something I want to do, but while I'm young and stuff, it might be ok money. And I'm fed up of eating fucking soup and bread."
"I understand. Well, I'm not happy, I don't want anyone else but me seeing you without a top," Tom smiled, "...but, I guess we need the cash."
For the next week, Cassie scoured the internet for anyone local who was doing that sort of business. Finally, she came across a site that seemed perfect. A few e-mails later and she'd agreed to meet the main photographer,
Michael, at a café in town. Cassie got there early, very nervous about what she was doing.
"Hi, Cassie?" a man said. She looked up and smiled at a handsome black man. He didn't seem like the sort of type who'd make pornography. He was well-groomed, neat and tidy and clearly very physically fit. He was attractive too.
She felt calmer now, as she'd assumed he'd be a 'dirty mac' kind of lowlife.
"I'm Michael and, can I say, you look radiant," he said, beaming a white teeth-filled smile at her. She smiled back and they talked for a while.
"I know you said you'd never done this kind of thing before and it's ok, we get a lot of first timers. Some stick with it, some don't, though I'd be confident in saying that far more fall in love with what we do than don't. I'm thinking... yes, I think you could really get a buzz off our work. I can see a lot of potential in you, if you don't mind me saying."
"No, it's fine," she said, blushing a little. "Sorry, I'm just not used to people talking about me like that."
"I find that difficult to believe, a beautiful girl like you," he said. "Let's talk business. Come to my studio tomorrow and we'll do a few clothing shots, a bit of lingerie and then, if you want, some topless shots. Does that sound ok? Or would you want to do more?"
"More?" Cassie blurted out.
"Yeah, you know, naked shots, some pussy shots, that sort of thing."
Cassie didn't know what to say, other than to look surprised and blush strongly.
"Sorry, perhaps I went too fast for you," he said, giving her that same disarming smile again. "It's double the money if you do decide to go for those extra shots, so perhaps discuss it with your partner and we'll talk about it tomorrow, ok?"
She agreed, but she knew what Tom would say. To her surprise, though, he was more receptive than she'd imagined.
"Well, I'm still not happy, but if you're showing your boobs, does it really matter that much more if you show your ... well, you know?"
To her, it did matter, but if he was happy with it, the extra money would sure come in handy. So there she was, in Michael's studio, preparing to take all her clothes off. She was very nervous, but Michael was kind and considerate.
The lighting was all done and she stood in the middle of the set, which was your average bedroom environment.
Slowly she stripped, lots of photos being taken. As they went on, she got more into it, trying to show to the people viewing the pictures that she was enjoying it. Michael continuously praised her and urged her on. Soon she was topless, kneeling on the bed. Touching her breasts, she was urged to play with her nipples. As she did so, she felt herself getting more turned on than she'd expected. Wow, she was actually enjoying this, she thought. Michael kept on urging her and she, reflexively, reached a hand into her underwear to touch her clit. Realising what she was doing, she stopped, shocked at her behaviour, but Michael kept on saying it was fine, just to go with the flow. Off went her skirt and her stockings until it was just her lace knickers keeping her from total nudity.
She'd gone this far, she thought, and she was definitely very horny right now, so why not? Standing on the bed, he hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her knickers and slid them down, exposing herself to Michael's camera.
"Let's see that pretty pink pussy," he said, moving in closer. Cassie obeyed, lying back and spreading herself. Michael shot her in a variety of different positions and poses until, eventually, he handed her a gown and said they were done. She put it on and joined him next to the kitchenette unit for a coffee.
"You were great," he said, pouring her a cup. "You've never done this before? Sure, you were nervous at first, but we got some great shots of your pussy. Tip though - lose the bush. People like that whole virginal thing. Bit sick perhaps, but you give the people what they want. How about... you shave your pussy and we do another session tomorrow? We can try a different outfit at first, change the setting, that sort of thing. Same rate."
