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Ashley's New Career

11/12/2006

Ashley is a beautiful 19 year old stuck in a dead end job and
her financial situation is bleak. On the spur of the moment,
she answers an ad for amateur models and is swept up into
a world she didn't even know existed.


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Chapter 1 Ashley Long glanced up from her desk in the tiny
cubical to the clock on the wall by the door. Still another
half hour until quitting time. She sighed and pressed the
answer button to take the next customer in the never-ending
stream of incoming calls at the busy call center where she
worked. She took three more calls, none of which improved
her mood, then looked back up at the clock. Two minutes past
five. She was officially a person again. She logged off
her workstation and removed her headset, pulling it carefully
from her long, wavy blonde hair. She shook her head slightly
to untangle her hair, then stowed the headset in the top
drawer of the desk she shared with three other women. Christ,
she hated this place! A familiar voice spoke up from behind
her. “Are you coming out with us for drinks, Ash?” She turned
around to see her friend and roommate, Debbie pulling her
light spring jacket on. “Sure, ” Ashley replied as she
stood up and stretched her stiff muscles. Her hair flowed
down her back as she did, her firm double D’s straining against
the fabric of her bra. She wore a conservative knee length
gray skirt, with her tanned and toned calves looking not
quite so conservative. She smoothed her white blouse over
her slim waist and smiled at Debbie, her blue eyes sparkling.
She stood five-foot-seven, weighed about one-ten, and
had the kind of beauty and graceful figure that made every
man who saw her do a double-take. She lifted her jacket from
the coat hook next to her desk and slipped it on. Gathering
up her purse, she walked over to the elevator where Debbie
was waiting. Debbie was twenty, a year older than Ashley,
and was also very pretty, although Ashley was the one who
garnered the most attention from hopeful male suitors.
She was a little shorter than Ashley, and had long, straight
brown hair that reached almost to her waist. She wore a conservative
business suit, as did everyone here, and spoke to a few other
girls as they made their way toward the elevators to escape
the monotonous grind of work for the weekend. Ashley approached
Debbie as the others were leaving, adjusting the collar
of her suit coat and pulling her long hair free from it. She
smiled and waved at the others as they parted, then looked
at Debbie. “So who else is coming?” she asked as they waited
for the elevator doors to open. Debbie’s green eyes sparkled
as she smiled. “Just a few friends . . . and possibly some
cute single guys!” Ashley eyed her narrowly. “Debbie,
you know how I feel about set-ups!” Debbie sighed and shook
her head as they rode the elevator down to the ground floor.
“You’ve been here in the city for almost six months now and
you haven’t been out on one date!” Ashley didn’t reply as
they exited the elevator and walked toward the glass doors
that led out onto the busy street. Debbie sighed again and
put a hand on her arm. “Ash, it’s time to move on. He’s gone
and he’s not coming back.” Ashley kept walking, still saying
nothing. Debbie gripped her arm tighter and stopped, forcing
her to stop and turn to her. “Look, I know you don’t like me
setting you up, but it really is time to move on. You’re young,
beautiful, and single. How many guys have you turned down
since he left?” Ashley shrugged and looked around, deliberately
avoiding her eyes. “I dunno . . .a few, I guess.” Debbie’s
eyes widened. “A few! Ash, you get hit on or asked out more
times in a day than the average girl does in a week! And as
pretty as you are, if you keep turning them down, eventually
they’re going to stop asking!” Ashley sighed and gave her
a weak smile. “You’re right, Deb. Ok, I’ll go.” Anticipating
her next comment, she quickly added, “And I’ll even try
to have fun.” Debbie patted her on the shoulder as they continued
walking toward their apartment only a few blocks away.
“That’s the spirit!” They went back to the apartment to
change out of their work clothes. An hour later they walked
into Jake’s, a local bar that was popular with their acquaintances
from work. It was actually about halfway between their
apartment and the call center, so it was perfect. As their
eyes adjusted to the dim lights they could see the bar was
packed with the usual after work crowd. Debbie saw the group
she was looking for and they made their way over to the table.
Ashley felt the usual stares of most of the men, and a few
women, follow her across the crowded room. She was used
to it now and it no longer bothered her like it had when she
had first ‘blossomed’, as her father put it. They sat down
and quickly joined in on the conversations and laughter
that resulted from friendly relaxation after a long work
week. Ashley tried to fit in, but they were mostly Debbie’s
friends and even after six months, she still felt like an
outsider. Everyone was friendly and did their best to include
her in the conversation, but it really didn’t help. Doug,
another friend of Debbie’s, sat next to her. He was obviously
the one she was trying to hook her up with. Doug was attractive;
actually he was very attractive, and he seemed like a very
nice guy, but she just didn’t feel any spark between them.
Maybe she was still hung up on Dave, her ex. They had been
high school sweethearts and dated for almost three years
before he suddenly broke it off, claiming he found someone
who ‘better understood his needs’, whatever the hell that
meant. She had been heartbroken. He was her first, and so
far, the only man she’d ever had sex with. The last thing
she wanted was a relationship with someone that she knew
from the outset wasn’t going to last more than a few months
at the most. Eventually, people began to drift off home
and finally only Ashley, Debbie, Doug, and Mike, a guy Debbie
was sort of seeing on a regular basis, meaning whenever
she was horny, remained at the table. Debbie excused herself
to go to the ladies room, motioning with her eyes for Ashley
to come with her. As they stood at the sinks checking their
makeup, Debbie looked at her in the mirror. “You and Doug
seem to be getting along ok.” Ashley shrugged and fussed
with her hair. “He’s nice, I guess, ” she replied casually.
Debbie let out a long breath and shook her head. “Nice, huh.
So where’s the ‘but’?” Ashley finished with her hair and
turned to her. “But there’s just nothing there. No electricity.”
Debbie peered into the mirror as she touched up her eyeliner.
“Ok, so he’s not Mr Right. He’s cute, isn’t he?” Ashley conceded
her point. “Yes, he’s cute.” “So . . .” she said, looking
sideways at her with a sly grin as she put her eyeliner back
into her purse. “So . . . what?” Ashley replied, already
knowing exactly what she was getting at. “Are you going
to fuck him tonight or not?” Ashley rolled her eyes and shook
her head. “You’re about as subtle as an elephant on an airplane.
And to answer your question, no, Debbie, I’m not. I’m not
into one-night stands. I need more than just sex from a guy.”
Debbie shook her head in defeat as they left the ladies room.
“Well, I admire your ethics, but don’t you ever just need
to get laid?” Ashley laughed but didn’t answer. Debbie
continued. “It looks like I’ll be staying at Mike’s tonight,
so don’t wait up.” “You’re such a slut!” Ashley teased with
a big grin. Debbie stuck her tongue out at her. “At least
I’m getting some!” They rejoined the guys and when Debbie
and Mike got up to leave, Ashley reached for her coat. “I
better be getting home, ” she said as she stood and slipped
it on, stifling a yawn. Doug’s face fell for a moment, but
he quickly recovered, smiling warmly at her with perfect
white teeth as he stood. “Can I walk you home?” he asked,
gently touching her shoulder. Debbie and Mike said goodnight
and walked out, hand in hand. “Thanks, ” Ashley replied
amicably, “but I only live around the corner. You don’t
have to.” She was hoping for a hasty retreat. Doug shrugged
and guided her toward the exit. “It’s no trouble, ” he said.
“And I’d feel better knowing that you made it home safely.”
She had to give him points for persistence. He wasn’t giving
up easily! “Ok, ” she replied with a faint smile. “But just
to the door, ok?” He didn’t even flinch at her no-nonsense
approach that let him know in no uncertain terms that he
would not be invited in for a nightcap. He simply smiled
and nodded as they stepped out onto the street and turned
in the direction of her building. Neither spoke for a moment,
then Doug looked over at her. “Did I do or say something to
upset you, or make you angry?” She glanced over at him, a
look of surprise on her face. “No, of course not! Why would
you think that?” He frowned. “Well, I’ve been trying to
be friendly and I’m pretty sure you know I’m interested,
but you’ve been keeping me at arms’ length all night.” Ashley
sighed. “I know. I’m sorry. You see, I’m just getting over
a serious relationship and I’m not quite ready to meet someone
new yet.” She smiled and added, “Not that that stops Debbie
from setting me up all the time!” She stopped and turned
to him, her eyes searching his dark brown ones. “You understand,
don’t you?” He looked back into her gorgeous face, the streetlights
leaving shadows across her eyes. “ I guess so. I hope you
think of me when you are ready. Debbie knows how to reach
me.” She smiled and continued walking toward her building.
They arrived in front of her door and he leaned down and kissed
her cheek lightly. “I hope I can see you again, Ashley.”
She gave him a friendly, but not too inviting smile. “Good
night, Doug. Thanks for walking me home.” She went inside
and closed the metal and glass door behind her. He stood
there watching her for a moment, then waved to her one more
time before slowly walking to the curb. He hailed a passing
cab, got in, and Ashley watched as it sped off down the street.
She sighed and went up the stairs to her apartment. Chapter
2 She awoke the next morning to the smell of freshly brewed
coffee. She had gotten into the habit of presetting the
timer on the coffee maker so she wouldn’t have to fumble
around the kitchen in a semi-comatose daze. She really
didn’t function that well until she had her morning caffeine
fix. She went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth, then
padded out to the kitchen for her cup of morning brew. Even
operating the shower seemed way too complicated without
coffee. As she sat at the table sipping the life-giving
liquid, she picked up yesterday’s paper, which was lying
on one of the chairs in a slightly disheveled state. She
flipped through the pages, only glancing at headlines
and reading a few lines of copy of any that caught her interest.
She came to the employment section and straightened up,
studying the ads closely. She really hated her monotonous
nine to five job that didn’t even earn her enough to have
a comfortable life. She was always scraping together just
enough to pay the rent every month and keep the credit card
companies more or less appeased. Scanning quickly through
the long list of job ads, she dismissed any that mentioned
‘call center’, along with the seemingly endless lists
of ‘make thousands while sitting at home’ scams. She had
actually tried a couple of these when she first moved to
the city, and it seemed the only people making money were
the ones you sent your ‘registration fee’ to. Seeing nothing
any better than her current job, she was about to fold the
paper up and toss it into the recycle bin when a small, plain
text ad caught her eye. She leaned over to read it. ‘Models
wanted. If you think you have the look, please call 555-6617.
Top dollar for the right people.’ Ashley reread the ad several
times. A model. People were always telling her she could
be a model. She closed her eyes, trying to imagine what it
would be like to live that kind of life. No more annoyed people
screaming at her on the phone because their package was
an hour late being delivered and enough money to actually
pay her bills and even afford a few luxuries! She opened
her eyes and stared at the ad for a long moment. ‘Why not?
What have I got to lose?’ She picked up the phone and after
only a moments hesitation, dialed the number. It rang three
times and she was starting to have second thoughts when
it was answered midway through the fourth ring. “Hello?”
a man’s voice answered. Ashley froze, unsure if she should
speak or hang up. He spoke again, a trace of annoyance in
his voice. “Hello? Is anyone there?” Ashley found her voice
and said, “Uh . . . hi . . .I’m, uh, calling about the modeling
job?” The voice immediately became friendlier. “Oh, ok.”
She could hear him shift the phone to his other ear and his
voice came back. “My name is John Waters. First, I need to
ask if you are at least eighteen years old.” Ashley told
him she was nineteen and gave him a brief description of
herself. “Ok, can you give me your measurements?” She hesitated.
This was getting a little too personal for her comfort.
“My . . . measurements?” she asked in a halting voice. His
reply was clinical; professional. “I’m sorry, but we have
certain guidelines for our clients. It’s nothing personal.”
She swallowed hard. This was becoming a little too intimate
for her liking, but she answered him. “Um, ok. They’re 36,
24, 26, I think.” There was a pause on the other end and she
could hear him writing her information down. “All right,
what’s your height and weight?” Ashley told him. “Ok, just
hold on for a moment. I’ll be right back.” A Muzak version
of Bob Seger’s ‘Night Moves’ replaced his voice and a few
moments later, he came back on the line. “Sorry about that.
I wanted to confer with my partner.” There was a pause; more
shuffling papers. “I think we can work with you, but we’ll
need to meet with you first, of course.” Despite her apprehension,
Ashley felt of surge of excitement. “Of course, ” she echoed,
her voice wavering slightly. “I have time today if you’re
available, ” he said. Ashley told him she was. “All right,
can you come down to my office at eleven?” That would give
her two hours to get ready. “Yes, ” she relied, jotting
down the address. She gave him her phone number and hung
up the phone. For a few minutes, she just sat there while
her forgotten cup of coffee cooled in front of her. Was this
possible? Could she really have a career in modeling? Until
now, it had only seemed like the dream that millions of young
girls shared; walking down runways in far off cities like
Paris and Milan. She brought herself back to reality, telling
herself that level of success was limited to only a few very
select models. She pulled herself to her feet and went into
the bathroom, quickly showered, brushed her long hair,
and applied a small amount of makeup. She really didn’t
need much anyway. She selected a skirt from her closet that
fell a few inches above her knees and a top that accentuated
her ample chest without looking too flirtatious. After
a final examination, she left her apartment and caught
the subway downtown. An hour later, she was standing on
the sidewalk in front of the address he had given her. It
was a modern building of dark, tinted glass and gleaming
steel. She took a deep breath, opened the door, and stepped
inside. Walking over to the bank of elevators, she took
one up to the fifth floor and stepped out into a carpeted
hallway lined with closed doors bearing the names of several
different companies. She located Suite 5D and tentatively
opened the door. She was greeted by a pretty woman with a
friendly smile sitting behind a curved reception desk.
There were several chairs lining the room and the walls
were covered with tasteful pictures of beautiful women
and men in various poses. Soft classical music drifted
from unseen speakers, giving the room a feel of a Fortune
500 corporate office. “May I help you?” the receptionist
asked with a polite smile. Ashley approached the desk.
“Hi. I’m Ashley Long. I have an appointment with Mr. Waters.”
The receptionist looked down at her schedule. “Ah, yes,
Ms Long. Please have a seat and I’ll let him know you’re here.”
Ashley went over and sat nervously on one of the comfortable
leather chairs. She looked at the pictures on the walls,
her hands clasped nervously together. Could she really
be one of these people? “Ms Long! Welcome!” She recognized
the voice as the man she had spoken with on the phone and turned
to see a handsome man in maybe his mid thirties smiling at
her. He extended a hand as she stood up. She shook his warm
dry hand and found herself smiling back at him. His eyes
held her; soft brown eyes that immediately made her feel
more at ease. “I’m John Waters. We spoke on the phone.” He
held open a door next to the receptionist’s desk. “Please,
come on in.” Ashley walked through the door and into a short
hallway with closed doors on each side. She followed him
to the last door on the left and he opened it, gesturing her
in. She walked into a plush office with modern steel and
glass furniture and a partial view of the park from its enormous
floor to ceiling windows. More pictures of what she guessed
were his clients lined the walls. He followed her in, closing
the door behind them, and gestured toward a chair in front
of the long desk. “Please, take a seat.” Ashley sat down
while he went around and sat behind the desk, facing her
with his back to the window. He looked at her for a moment
and she suddenly felt very uncomfortable under his penetrating
gaze. He looked down at his desk and shuffled through some
papers. “Let’s see . . .ah, here we are.” He selected a piece
of paper and read from it. “Ashley Long, nineteen, five-seven,
one-ten.” He looked up at her over the paper at her. “Your
description didn’t do you justice, Ms Long. You’re a very
beautiful young woman.” Ashley felt her face getting hot
as he continued to look at her with those warm brown eyes.
“Th . . .thank you, ” she said quietly, looking down nervously.
He stood up. “Just try to relax, Ashley. Is it ok if I call
you Ashley?” She nodded, forcing herself to look back up
at him. He smiled again. “Good. Call me John. We’re all pretty
informal around here.” He came around the desk. “Now, like
I said, try to relax. This will be fun. Stand up so I can get
a good look at you.” She stood up, her hands twitching nervously
at her sides as he walked around her, taking in her svelte
body. “Do you have any modeling experience?” She shook
her head. He stopped in front of her and looked her over from
feet to head. “Well, you certainly are beautiful, and have
a nice body. I think we can give you a try-out.” Ashley resisted
the urge to lick her dry lips. He went back to his desk and
retrieved a piece of paper from one of the drawers. He placed
it on the desk in front of her and said, “This is a standard
release form. It basically says that you agree to let us
take some pictures of you and that they become the property
of Waters Modeling Agency. It also states that this in no
way constitutes a contract, blah, blah, blah. It’s pretty
straight forward, no complicated legal terms. Please
read it all and sign at the bottom if you agree.” Ashley picked
it up and quickly read the short paragraph. It seemed to
be just as he told her, with no terms that she didn’t understand.
She signed at the appropriate line and handed it to him.
“Ok, let’s go take a few shots and see how the camera likes
you.” He placed the release in the top drawer of his desk
and they went back out into the hall. They went through another
door and entered a photography studio, complete with sets,
lights, and more cameras than Ashley had ever seen in one
place. There were makeup tables off to one side flanked
by racks of clothes. People ran around adjusting lights
and props while the models, in various states of dress,
were fussed over by wardrobe and makeup personnel. “Jessica!”
John called out. A pretty woman across the room with curly
shoulder length brown hair looked over at them from the
camera she was checking. “Could you come here for a minute?”
She nodded, handed the camera to another woman, and came
over to them. Ashley figured she was also in her mid thirties,
with a very well toned and sexy figure. “Ashley Long, this
is my business partner, Jessica Beaumont.” Jessica smiled
and extended a hand, which Ashley shook. “You must be the
girl John spoke to me about this morning, ” she said in friendly,
but businesslike voice. Her eyes scanned her curves before
settling on her face. “Yes, very nice, ” she said, brushing
a stray strand of honey colored hair from Ashley’s cheek.
“Have you ever done any modeling before?” Ashley shook
her head, a little uncomfortable with a stranger touching
her in that manner. “I told her we’d have to take a few shots
before we commit to anything. Just to see how she does in
front of the camera, ” John interjected. Jessica nodded,
studying Ashley’s face. Her eyes dropped to her large breasts
for a moment before once more going back up to meet hers.
She went over to a table and selected a camera from several
lying on it, then returned to where they waited, still checking
it over. She pointed toward a set with a love seat and a white
background. “Let’s try a few shots, Ashley. Just stand
in front of the screen and follow my directions.” John excused
himself and went back to his office while Jessica adjusted
some lights around the set. She posed Ashley in several
different positions, having her make certain facial expressions;
laughing, surprised, stuff like that. After about half
an hour, she put her camera down and turned off the lights.
“That should be enough, ” she said with a smile. She gestured
toward a couch and they sat down. “Did you have fun?” Ashley
twisted her hands together nervously on her lap. “Well,
at first I was pretty nervous, but yeah, it was kinda fun.”
Jessica patted her leg. “Good. I think you did very good.
You have a beautiful smile and take direction well.” She
paused and Ashley sensed she wanted to tell her something
else, but was hesitating. After a moment, Jessica leaned
closer to her. “Have you ever considered . . . posing nude?
Because you have a beautiful body.” Ashley stared at her,
not believing what she was asking. She managed to gather
herself together enough to stammer, “N . . .no! I couldn’t
. . .” Jessica patted her leg again and smiled. “I was just
asking if you’d ever considered it. I know you could make
a lot of money doing nudes, much more than regular jobs would
pay. I just wanted to make you aware of the opportunity,
in case you were interested.” She stood up, but Ashley remained
seated, her mind working on what Jessica had just told her.
She could certainly use a little extra cash! She looked
up at her. “How . . . how much more could I make?” Jessica sat
back down next to her. “Well, that depends. For straight
nude portraits, the kind of pictures you see in Playboy,
you could probably expect to make about two hundred per
session. That is, if we can find a buyer.” She looked over
Ashley’s pretty face and voluptuous figure. “Which in
your case won’t be a problem, ” she added with a grin. “And
if you become popular, you might make a little more than
that.” Ashley sighed dejectedly. “That’s not much for
taking off my clothes.” Jessica had lit up a cigarette and
exhaled a long stream of smoke. She nodded. “True.” She
watched a long haired brunette posing for a shampoo ad.
“But if you do more . . . sexy poses, you can make a lot more.
Maybe five hundred.” Ashley looked at her, her interest
piqued. “Five hundred dollars. For one session?” Jessica
nodded, still watching the photo shoot and not meeting
her eyes. Ashley’s eyes narrowed and she eyed Jessica suspiciously.
“What exactly do you mean by ‘more sexy poses’?” Jessica
took one final drag and crushed out her cigarette. She turned
to Ashley, her eyes fixing on the beautiful blonde’s. “They
would be pictures of you having sex.” Ashley stared at her
for a moment, then looked around the room. While several
girls were changing in plain view, no one was having sex.
Or even having nude pictures taken. Jessica anticipated
her next question. “We don’t do those here. We have associates
who do that for us.” Ashley was caught in a turmoil of emotion.
She really needed the money that those pictures would bring,
but she couldn’t have sex in front of other people! Especially
while they took pictures! And five hundred dollars didn’t
seem like much for that kind of thing. Finally, she looked
over at Jessica. “I . . . I don’t know. That wasn’t what I had
in mind when I called.” Jessica nodded, an understanding
smile on her lips. “I know, and like I said, I’m pretty sure
we can use you as a regular model. Of course, I have to develop
your test shots before I can say for sure. I just wanted to
make you aware of some options.” She stood up and this time
Ashley did as well. They left the studio and went out to the
reception area. “As soon as I get a look at these pictures,
we’ll be in touch, ok?” Ashley nodded, shook her hand, and
went out into the hall. As she waited for the elevator, her
mind raced. Could she take off her clothes for money? Would
that make her a whore? And what about having sex for money!
Wasn’t that the definition of a prostitute? She really
needed to make some fast cash, but was this the only way?
These thoughts occupied her mind on the train ride home.
So much so that she almost missed her stop. She opened the
door to her apartment and stepped inside. Debbie was in
the kitchen fixing a snack. “Hey! There you are!” She held
up a bologna sandwich. “Want one?” Ashley nodded and sifted
through the mail she hadn’t bothered to look at yesterday.
She pulled out her Visa bill and grudgingly opened it. ‘Shit, ’
she thought, and stuffed it back into the envelope. They
wanted five hundred dollars by the end of the month or it
was going to collections. She didn’t want to think about
that right now. Debbie came over to the table with two sandwiches
and sat down. She looked up at Ashley’s crestfallen face,
then glanced at the envelope in her hand. “Not good news,
I take it?” Ashley slumped into a chair with a sigh. “Nothing
new, ” she said, tossing the envelope onto the table. Debbie
put her sandwich down. “You know I would gladly loan you
some money, Ash, but I’m barely scraping by myself.” Ashley
gave her a wan smile. “I know. And thanks.” In an effort to
change the subject, Debbie grinned at her over her sandwich.
“So, where were you? Did you decide to stay somewhere else
last night?” She winked at her. “Will you cut it out!” Ashley
replied, grinning back at her. “Well then, where were you
all afternoon?” Ashley retrieved the newspaper from the
recycle bin and showed her the ad. Debbie glanced up at her,
eyebrows raised. “A model, huh? Well you certainly look
the part!” Ashley sat back down opposite her. “They took
some test pictures. They seemed optimistic about being
able to use me.” Debbie reached out and gripped her hand
on the table. “Really? That’s great!” Ashley nodded. “The
money’s not that great to start, but it’s something.” She
paused. “They told me I could make a lot more if I did . . . some
nude shots.” Debbie laughed. “The horny old bastard probably
took one look at you and wanted to get into your pants! That’s
the oldest line in the book!” Ashley chuckled. “It was a
woman, though.” A thought suddenly occurred to her. “You
don’t think . . .” Debbie grinned and shrugged. “Who knows?”
Ashley considered this, then shook her head. “No, it can’t
be. She said they don’t do those shoots there. Someone else
does it for them.” “Can you make a lot more doing nudes?”
Debbie asked as she carried their empty plates to the sink.
“A little more, but she said that if I do . . . sex scenes, I
can make five hundred per session.” Debbie almost dropped
the plates into the sink. She turned around slowly to face
Ashley, her mouth open. “You’re not even considering that,
I hope!” Ashley shook her head, but was no longer sure herself.
The money was just too enticing to turn it down flat. “No,
but I am thinking about the nudes, ” she lied, staring at
the Visa bill on the table. “I could really use the cash.”
Debbie shook her head. “I know I couldn’t do it. All those
people there, taking pictures. And then there’s the perverts
who’ll be drooling over your pictures while whacking off!”
She shuddered. “Gives me the creeps just thinking about
it!” Ashley nodded but didn’t reply. Her eyes once again
drifted to the envelope on the table. She was going to have
to give this some serious thought. Chapter 3 The following
Friday, Ashley was sitting on the couch, her eyes closed
as she tried to unwind after yet another mind-numbing day
at work. She sat in the quiet of the evening with only one
lamp on. The only sounds were the never-ending rush of honking
traffic five stories down, but she had grown used to that
and it barely registered as noise anymore. Debbie had gone
out for dinner and drinks with some friends, but Ashley
had begged off, claiming she had a headache. The truth was,
she was flat broke, as usual. She started when the phone
rang, the shrill ringing sounding like a fire alarm in the
quiet stillness of the dimly lit room. She considered letting
the machine answer it, but changed her mind and picked it
up on the fourth ring. “Hello?” “Ashley? It’s John Waters.”
She was suddenly fully alert. “Oh, hi, John.” They made
small talk for a few moments, then John got straight to the
point. “The reason I’m calling is that Jessica brought
me your pictures today and I must say, they’re pretty damn
good!” Ashley’s heart raced. “Could you come down so we
can discuss where you want to go from here?” They made an
appointment to meet the next morning and Ashley hung the
phone up, her hand shaking as she cradled the receiver.
She had been thinking about what to do all week and she had
finally made her decision. She just hoped she had the guts
to go through with it. At nine am the next day she was sitting
in John’s office with him and Jessica. Her photos were spread
out on his huge desk and Jessica was speaking. “Your head
shots are great. You have the perfect face for modeling.”
The tone of her voice told Ashley there was a ‘but’ coming.
“But, ” Jessica continued, “the problem is your breasts.”
Ashley turned a confused expression in her direction and
Jessica took a deep breath. “Let me explain. Basically,
your chest is too big. People want to see Miss Average in
the types of ads we do, not a Playboy centerfold.” Ashley’s
face fell. She had tried not to get her hopes up all week,
but after John’s encouraging call last evening, this wasn’t
the response she had been expecting. Jessica noted her
downcast expression. “Don’t get me wrong, Ashley. We can
still use you for face and head shots, but unfortunately
that limits how much we can use you.” John sat quietly behind
his desk, watching Ashley closely, but not trying to intercede.
This was Jessica’s territory, and she was good at it. Jessica
leaned against the edge of the desk, facing Ashley. For
a moment, no one spoke. Jessica looked down at the scattered
pictures. “Have you given any thought to what we discussed
last week?” she asked. She looked back up to Ashley. “I’m
pretty sure your larger than average bra size would be an
asset in that field.” Ashley inhaled deeply, which only
served to accentuate her large breasts. She was prepared
for this; her decision made. She looked over at John, who
was still seated behind his desk and stroking his chin as
he watched her and Jessica. Then her gaze moved up to meet
Jessica’s eyes. “Actually, I have.” She paused, then continued,
her eyes dropping to her hands folded in her lap. “I’ve decided
to try some nudes, but not . . . the other.” Jessica nodded,
her eyes watching Ashley. John opened a drawer and pulled
out another release form, which he passed over to Jessica.
“Ok. We’ll have to take a few more test shots first, just
to make sure you have no scars or other disfigurements.
Are you ok with that?” Ashley raised her head back up and
nodded. Jessica smiled and passed her the release form.
“This is a standard release like you signed last time, only
this one specifies that you consent to us taking nude portraits.
Please read it carefully and sign at the bottom.” Ashley
read the document, which was almost identical to the last
one, with the changes Jessica mentioned. She signed at
the bottom, her hand shaking and slightly distorting her
signature. Jessica pushed away from the desk and Ashley
stood up, her heart beating rapidly. Jessica gestured
toward the door. “This way, honey. There’s a private studio
we can use. They left John in his office and went through
a door across the hall. They entered another studio, but
this one was much smaller; no bigger than her bedroom. There
was no one else there and there were no makeup tables or wardrobe
racks filled with clothes. There was only a bed, several
lights on tall poles with what looked like little black
umbrellas around them, and several different styles of
backdrops hanging behind the couch. Jessica turned on
the lights and asked Ashley to stand in front of the bed.
Ashley moved nervously under the glare of the hot lights
while Jessica held a light meter next to her, adjusting
the lights until she was satisfied. She picked up a camera
from a small table and looked up at Ashley, who was standing
under the lights with her arms folded, looking like she
might bolt from the room at any second. “Ok, ” Jessica said
with a warm smile. “Let’s just start with some pictures
of you clothed, then I want you to do a sort of strip-tease.
Can you do that?” Ashley wasn’t even certain that she could
move at this point, but she managed to nod her head. “I . .
. I think so, ” she murmured in a voice just above a whisper.
Jessica set the camera down and went over to her, placing
a reassuring hand on her arm. “Just try to relax and have
fun. It’s just the two of us here and no one will disturb us.
I even locked the door to be sure.” She moved Ashley over
next to the bed and stepped back behind the lights. Ashley
stood there, suddenly feeling very self-conscious in
her tight mini-skirt and halter top. She wore a white cotton
blouse as well, unbuttoned more than halfway. Jessica
turned on a fan, causing Ashley’s long, golden hair to blow
slightly. Her loosely buttoned blouse caught the breeze,
billowing and fluttering across her firm tits. Jessica
quickly snapped a few shots. “All right. Slowly unbutton
and remove your blouse. Flirt with the camera, honey!”
Ashley did as she was asked. Her large breasts strained
at the halter top, the nipples leaving bumps in the fabric.
“Good, good!” Jessica said, still snapping pictures.
“Now, slowly raise your skirt a little further up your legs
. . . perfect!” The camera whirred and clicked. “Keep your
eyes on the camera!” Ashley was beginning to relax a little.
She moved her hands seductively along her torso, then leaned
over the bed, looking back at Jessica and exposing her white
thong panties. Jessica licked her lips and continued to
shoot. Christ, this girl was hot! She looked up. “Ok, honey.
Let’s get serious. I want you to start taking off your top.
Do it slowly, ok?” Ashley took a deep breath. This was it.
There was no going back if she did this. She placed a hand
on one shoulder strap and slipped it off, then did the same
to the other. She held the top up with one hand and looked
up at Jessica. She gave her a nod and Ashley slowly lifted
her top over her head, exposing her firm tits. Jessica watched
intently, absently clicking off shots while staring at
the nicest pair of tits she had seen in some time. The hard
nipples were as big as her pinkie finger and almost half
an inch long. The areolae were a darker brown and nearly
two inches in diameter. Ashley freed the garment from her
long hair and tossed it aside, her hair blowing in the breeze
from the fan. The sight of this topless beauty took Jessica’s
breath away. She quickly regained her composure and began
snapping of pictures rapidly, the camera whirring continually.
She didn’t want to miss anything. Ashley seemed very nervous,
unsure of how to pose or what to do with her hands. “Just touch
them, ” Jessica said in a low voice. Ashley moved her hands
to her huge tits and gently caressed them, her hands shaking
slightly. Her hair blew across her bare chest, strands
of it teasing her hard nipples. “Beautiful, ” Jessica
whispered to herself. She snapped several more shots until
Ashley seemed to relax a little, then said, “Ok, now the
skirt.” Ashley tensed at this and Jessica stopped shooting.
She smiled warmly at the pretty blonde. “There’s no need
to be nervous, Ashley. I’m the only one here, remember?”
She set her camera down and went over to her. “Besides, ”
she said as she moved a strand of hair from her face, “if you
want to make a career of this, you’re going to be naked in
front of strangers all the time. And it will get easier.”
She smiled again and Ashley found herself returning it.
“You’re right, ” she said with a sigh. She began to unfasten
her skirt. Jessica picked up her discarded blouse and passed
it to her. “Here, ” she said. “Put this back on, but leave
it unbuttoned.” Ashley wriggled out of her tight skirt
and Jessica sucked in her breath at the sight of her in just
her white thong panties. She felt herself getting wet at
the thought of being naked under the covers with this gorgeous
creature. And John, too, of course! Ashley pulled her blouse
back over her naked breasts, leaving it unbuttoned as instructed.
Jessica placed her on the bed on her on her knees, with her
legs open slightly. She adjusted her blouse so that it covered
her nipples and hung suggestively between her legs, allowing
just a glimpse of her skimpy thong. “Perfect!” she exclaimed
as she backed away to get her camera. “Don’t move a muscle!”
She clicked off several more shots from different angles.
Ashley obediently held her position until Jessica told
her she could move. At Jessica’s direction, she leaned
forward onto her arms. Her huge tits fell from the blouse
and Jessica continued shooting while Ashley removed the
blouse completely. She checked her camera. “Time to reload.
You can relax for a few minutes.” Ashley sat on the edge of
the bed with her arms folded over her breasts while Jessica
put a fresh roll of film in the camera. She glanced over at
her. “You are very photogenic, Ashley. And very sexy!”
Ashley felt her face getting red. Jessica chuckled and
closed the back of the camera. “No need to be embarrassed.
If you’ve got it, flaunt it!” She held up the camera. “Ok,
ready for the big finale?” Ashley took a deep breath and
nodded. “I think so.” Jessica gave her a reassuring smile.
“Ok. Just have fun and forget I’m here. Pretend you’re all
alone in your bedroom and just go for it.” She motioned for
the nearly naked blonde to stand. “Slowly take off your
thong. Remember to keep looking at the camera. Pretend
I’m someone you really want to turn on.” Ashley began to
slowly lower her skimpy thong, all the while trying to look
sexily toward Jessica. She kept taking pictures while
Ashley pulled her thong down and off, then stood up. Jessica
caught her breath as her perfect naked body was revealed
to her. Her milky skin seemed to glow under the soft lights,
accentuating every curve. Her small, clean shaven pussy
was perfectly symmetrical, with delicate lips that begged
to be tasted; no, savored before delving into the tender
pink flesh inside. Jessica unconsciously licked her lips
and swallowed. “Very nice, ” she breathed, then forced
herself to look up into Ashley’s face. “Now, I want you to
touch yourself, like you’re all alone and thinking about
your dream guy.” Ashley stared at her. “Y . . .you want me
to . . . get myself off?!” Jessica shrugged. “Sure. If you
want to. Or just make it look like you are. Feel your tits;
rub your pussy; whatever you want. Just make it real sexy,
ok?” Ashley, already nervous about being here naked with
a woman she barely knew, frowned. “I . . . I don’t think I can
do that. Can’t you just . . . take some pictures of me like
. . .” she spread her arms to give Jessica an unobstructed
view of her nude body. Jessica lowered the camera. “People
want more than that these days. They want sex.” She paused
as Ashley thought it over. Sensing that she wasn’t going
to touch herself, she quickly said, “Tell you what. For
now, I’ll just take a few nude shots so we can shop you around.
But to make it in this business, you’re going need some sexier
shots. That’s what sells.” Ashley seemed to relax a little
and Jessica resumed shooting. “Ok, ” Ashley said with
a nervous smile. “I’ll try.” Jessica nodded to the bed.
“Ok, then. Show me what you’ve got!” Ashley posed for more
pictures while Jessica finished the roll of film. She even
managed to touch her tits and pussy for a couple of shots.
Jessica set her camera down and went over to her. Ashley
had gathered her clothing but hadn’t started to get dressed
yet. Jessica came up behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder,
causing her to jump. “Sorry, Jessica, ” she said with a
slight smile. “You startled me.” Jessica began to gently
massage Ashley’s bare shoulders. Ashley closed her eyes
and paused, still holding her thong, enjoying Jessica’s
tender caress. “Mmmm, that feels good!” she murmured.
Jessica moved her long hair to one side and continued her
sensual massage down Ashley’s back, then slipped her hands
around her waist. Ashley had been enjoying the massage,
but when Jessica’s hands went around her waist, she automatically
placed her hands on them, stopping her from going any further.
“Uh, what are you doing?” she asked, as she tried to pull
away. Jessica leaned in closer and whispered, “You are
so beautiful, Ashley!” She kissed her neck and Ashley spun
around, one arm across her breasts while she held the thong
to her pussy with the other. Her eyes were wide as she stared
at Jessica, who sighed and gave her a disappointed smile.
“I’m sorry, Ashley. It’s just that I find you very sexy and
I was hoping you might like me. I didn’t mean to freak you
out.” Ashley stared at her for a long moment, then began
to get dressed when Jessica went over to get her camera from
the table. She turned back to her as Ashley was adjusting
her top over her massive tits. “I hope this won’t ruin our
business relationship. I meant it when I said you can do
well in this business.” Ashley finished dressing without
answering, or even meeting her gaze. Finally she turned
to Jessica. “Is that why you wanted to photograph me nude?
So you could seduce me?” Her voice was firm and instilled
all the anger she could muster, which in truth, wasn’t much.
She just wasn’t the confrontational type. Jessica was
shaking her head. “No, no, not at all. I mean, you’re very
attractive and I just had to try, but that’s not why I wanted
to photograph you. And I am sorry. I promise it’ll never
happen again.” She gave her an apologetic smile and held
out her hand. After a moment, Ashley took it. “No hard feelings?”
Ashley managed a smile and shook her head. She had been hit
on by women before, but never while she was naked and it had
thrown her. She felt her initial anger fading, to be replaced
by curiosity. “But, you’re John’s fiancĂ© . . . does he know
that you . . .” Jessica smiled. “Like women?” She nodded.
“He knows. And he’s usually there when I get together with
someone.” She saw the look of surprise on Ashley’s face
and chuckled. “You should try it sometime! It’s very erotic!”
She opened the door and ushered Ashley into the hall, then
out to the lobby. “I’ll show these pictures to one of our
associates and if he likes them, we’ll be in touch.” She
winked and grinned. “And I know he’ll love them so don’t
worry!” They said their goodbyes and Ashley left the lobby.
Jessica sighed as the door closed behind Ashley. That hot
little vixen had gotten her so worked up that she needed
a release . . . right now. She went back down the hall and tapped
lightly on John’s office door before letting herself in.
He looked up from his desk as she closed and locked the door
behind her, her fingers already unbuttoning her top. Chapter
4 Bob Johnston let out a low whistle as he flipped through
the photos Jessica and John had selected to show him. They
sat across from him on a leather couch in his spacious and
well appointed office. The walls were lined with several
adult film awards and pictures of his star actresses. He
leaned back in the other matching couch and looked over
at them. “Wow!” he exclaimed, nodding toward the pictures.
“This girl’s got it!” Jessica smiled and nodded. “I know.
I knew you’d love her.” “Love her? What’s not to love? She’s
fucking gorgeous! And that rack!” He scanned a closeup
of her with her fingers poised at her pussy, her eyes closed
in a look of absolute contentment. “What will she do?” Jessica
and John exchanged a look, then John said, “Well, that’s
the problem. She’s a little shy. Just getting those pictures
took a lot of time and effort.” He paused and Jessica spoke
up. “I was able to convince her to touch herself, but she
wouldn’t masturbate. I even tried hitting on her after
we’d finished and she turned me down flat.” Bob frowned
and glanced up from the pictures. “Jealous boyfriend?”
John shook his head. “No, no boyfriend. And her parents
are both dead. She was raised in foster homes since she was
fifteen - no family.” Bob returned his gaze to the pictures
of the blonde bombshell. “Damn! This girl could be a star
if we could get her into a couple of movies. With her looks,
she wouldn’t even have to do any anal scenes.” He glanced
up at the them. “But don’t tell her that.” Jessica and John
both nodded. “I think she’s having money problems, ” John
offered. “She was always asking me how much she could be
paid. When I said that nudes would pay more than regular
shots, she went for it.” Bob nodded absently, his attention
back on Ashley’s pictures. After a moment, he looked up.
“Why don’t you let me talk to her? I’ll give her a tour, introduce
her to the other actors, maybe let her sit in on a shoot. How
much did you tell her she could get for these?” He held up
the pictures. “I told her maybe five hundred, and that would
be for sex shots, ” Jessica told him. Bob nodded and stood
up. Jessica and John also stood and they all shook hands.
“Let me talk to her and I’ll let you know what happens, ”
Bob said. After they left, Bob went over to his desk and dialed
the number on Ashley’s contact sheet. It was answered on
the fourth ring. “Hello?” The voice was high and sweet,
almost like that of a young girl. “Hello. Could I speak to
Ashley Long, please? “Speaking.” The voice changed, becoming
a little apprehensive. “Hi Ashley, ” Bob said in his most
genial tone. “My name is Bob Johnston. I’m a business associate
of John and Jessica. Do you have a few minutes?” Ashley’s
grip tightened on the receiver. “Uh, sure, ” she replied,
swallowing a nervous lump. “I’m looking at some of your
nudes and I must say I’m very impressed. Would it be possible
to meet with you and discuss some of your options?” Ashley
closed her eyes and took a deep breath before replying.
It was a little disconcerting knowing the stranger on the
other end of the phone was looking at her naked pictures.
“Wh . . . what kind of options?” She asked, trying to keep
her voice even. “Well, that depends on you, and how much
money you want to make. We can take more shots like this and
you can make a little extra pocket money, some sexier ones
that may pay a little more, or you can make some real money.”
Ashley’s grip on the phone was turning her knuckles white.
“R . . . real money?” What the hell did he mean by that? “Movies,
my dear. You would be perfect for my movies, ” his pleasant
voice replied. Ashley felt her stomach tighten. “And you
could make a lot of money in a very short time.” Ashley was
about to say no, but the mention of money made her pause.
“I . . . I don’t . . .” Bob interrupted her. “Look, why don’t
we meet and discuss this face to face. I hate talking on the
phone about something this important.” Ashley hesitated,
then picked up a pencil. “Ok, what’s the address?” As she
jotted it down, she wondered if she was getting in over her
head. She decided that it wouldn’t hurt to look into it further.
She could always say no, right? She agreed to meet him at
four pm the following day, hung up the phone, and sat back
on the couch clutching a small pillow to her chest. The TV
was still on, but she wasn’t watching it, her thoughts a
million miles away. Chapter 5 The next afternoon at ten
minutes past four, Ashley stood on the sidewalk looking
at the door of the building that matched the address Bob
had given her. She had been standing there for almost fifteen
minutes, trying to decide if she should go in. People were
walking past, the crowd parting to go around her like water
around a concrete piling as she stood immobile on the sidewalk.
A petite brunette walked up to the doors, and gave her a quick
once-over before smiling and going inside. This seemed
to break her trance and she walked over to the doors, quickly
following the pretty brunette inside before she had a chance
to change her mind. From the main lobby, she located the
ground floor suite and stepped through the door into a tastefully
decorate reception room. There were several comfortable
looking chairs along the walls and a large oak desk at one
end next to a wood paneled door. There was no one in the room
or at the desk and Ashley turned to leave, losing her nerve.
She heard the door open behind her and a woman’s voice asked,
“Can I help you?” Ashley turned to see a pretty Asian woman
smiling at her from behind the desk. “I . . .uh, . . . I have
an appointment with Mr Johnston. I’m afraid I’m a little
late, ” she responded, trying to cover her nervousness
with an uneasy smile. The woman checked an appointment
book on the desk and looked back up at her, the same warm smile
on her pretty face. “You must be Ms. Long.” Ashley nodded.
“Bob’s been expecting you. Come with me, please.” Ashley
hesitated while the woman held the wood paneled door open,
then took a deep breath and went through it into a short hallway.
The woman closed the door behind them and led Ashley down
the hall. She found her eyes drifting down to the woman’s
slender hips as they swayed under her tight knee length
skirt. Ever since Jessica had hit on her she couldn’t seem
to get the thought of sex with a woman out of her head. She
stopped in front of a door, knocked twice, then opened it
and poked her head in. “Bob? Ms Long is here, ” she said into
the open doorway. “Send her in, Cheryl!” a voice boomed
from the office. Cheryl smiled at Ashley and motioned for
her to go inside. She stepped into the office. Bob came around
from behind his large mahogany desk, hand extended, his
handsome face lit up in a welcoming smile. “Ashley! Come
in! Have a seat!” He waved toward one of the leather couches.
As she sat down gingerly on the edge of it, he asked, “Can
I get you something? Coffee, soda, water?” She shook her
head. “No, thank you, ” she replied in a low voice. Bob turned
to Cheryl. “Thank you Cheryl. You can go home now if you like.”
Cheryl nodded her thanks and left them alone. Bob sat down
opposite her on the other couch and smiled again, his eyes
moving over her sexy body. She had purposely dressed casually
in comfortable jeans and a loose-fitting blouse, not wanting
to appear too eager. While his smile was friendly, she still
found his gaze a little too intimate, like he was undressing
her with his eyes, which she was sure he was. He met her eyes,
smiled, and leaned back on the couch, throwing one arm over
the back of it. “Your pictures don’t do you justice, Ashley, ”
he said. Feeling self-conscious under his penetrating
eyes, she blushed a little but didn’t reply, averting her
eyes downward. “So tell me, why are you here?” She looked
back up at him, a puzzled expression on her face. “You . .
. you asked me to come down here.” He chuckled and leaned
forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “No, I mean what
made you decide to get into the adult film business?” Feeling
a little foolish for misunderstanding his question, Ashley
forced a smile and shrugged. “You told me I could make more
money.” She looked up at him, her blue eyes locking on his
for just a few seconds before she looked away. “But I haven’t
said that I would do it.” Bob ignored her last sentence.
“Yes, you could make money. A lot of money.” He locked his
eyes on hers. “If you qualify.” Ashley gave him a questioning
look. From their phone conversation, she had assumed that
she had already ‘qualified’. Bob leaned back, stroking
his chin. “What I mean is, you would have to audition. Of
course, ” he spread his hands out toward her, “you’re obviously
very beautiful, but we would need to see how you . . . perform.”
He smiled, sensing her trepidation. She looked toward
the door for a long moment and he thought for a few seconds
she was just going to get up and leave. She looked back up
at him and nodded. “Of course, ” she said in a small voice.
“Um, just how much money is ‘a lot’?” He smiled. “It always
comes down to money!” he said with a chuckle. “Well, some
of my top girls are earning close to six figures. Of course,
that takes a year or two. But let’s just say that I can almost
guarantee you will earn at least double what you’re making
now to start.” Ashley’s jaw dropped. “So, would you like
to give it a try?” She didn’t answer right away, then slowly
nodded. For that kind of money, who cares if people see you
fucking on film! “All right then, ” he said as he stood up
and went back behind his desk. “First, I have to ask if you
have any STDs or other problems that would inhibit your
working in this business.” She shook her head and he made
a few notes on a yellow legal pad. “We will have to conduct
medical tests to be certain.” He glanced up at her and smiled.
“Company policy, ” he added. “Now, ” he said as he put the
pen down and fixed her with a serious gaze. “I need to know
what you will or won’t do.” Ashley took a deep breath. “Have
you ever had sex with another woman?” She shook her head.
“Would you be willing to?” Ashley paused, thinking it over.
It wasn’t something she hadn’t thought about whenever
she saw a particularly beautiful woman, like when she watched
Cheryl’s ass out in the hall. And then there was Jessica’s
advances. She could understand why men found women attractive,
but she never had the nerve to actually do something about
it. After all, she wasn’t gay. Of that she was certain. Women
were attractive, sexy even. But she definitely relished
a good roll in the hay with a thick cock between her legs!
She looked up at Bob. “I . . . I think so, ” she replied nervously.
“At least I’ll try.” He gave her his disarming smile once
again. “That’s all I can ask of you, ” he said, jotting down
some more notes. “Because if you weren’t willing to, then
I’m afraid I can’t use you.” Ashley gave him a determined
look. “Then I’ll try harder.” He chuckled and shook his
head. “That’s the spirit!” His face turned serious once
more. “Now, what about group sex? With three or more people.”
She inhaled sharply. “I’ve never considered that, ” she
said thoughtfully. Then it occurred to her that she had
just agreed to try lesbian sex while being filmed. What
difference did it make if there was more than one other participant?
“Sure, I guess.” Bob made more notes. “What about anal?”
he asked before looking up at her. When he did finally look
up, her look was a mixture of astonishment and fear. “You
mean would I let someone . . .” Her voice trailed off. She
couldn’t even say it. Bob smiled, stood up and came around
to the front of the desk. He leaned against it and he spoke
in a fatherly tone. “Look, it isn’t a must-do. Some people
are into it and some aren’t. I will tell you that the money
is better if you do. For example, a shoot with anal would
pay a newcomer like you say . . . three grand, where you would
only get maybe two without it. It’s entirely up to you, but
I need to know so we can set up your shoots.” He could read
in her face and eyes that she didn’t want to do it and he certainly
didn’t want her to walk out. “Why don’t we just say ‘no’ for
now. If you change your mind later, great. If not . . .” He
shrugged and smiled. “ . . .no big deal.” She returned his
smile, her large chest heaving as she breathed an obvious
sigh of relief. “Ok, ” she said. “I’ll think about it.”
He reached out for her hand and she took it, allowing him
to pull her to her feet. “Ok, then.” He looked at his watch.
“We’re doing a shoot right now. It should be wrapping up
soon, but we can go over and watch if you like. Kind of give
you a feel for what we do and show you that we’re professionals.”
Ashley nodded and she felt her pussy leak a little at just
the thought of watching someone having sex right in front
of her. Maybe it had been too long since she’d gotten laid.
They left the office and stepped into the hall. Bob continued
his sales pitch. “I know the reputation for adult film producers
is, well, sleazy. I want you to see how we treat our actors,
and all members of our production crew for that matter.”
He opened a door and stood aside so she could enter. “We’re
all just one big family here.” Ashley stepped through the
door and was astonished to see a huge, and very professional
looking sound stage. It rose up two stories and included
lights, sets, costumes, several cameras, and maybe a dozen
stage crew and camera people gathered around a threesome
going at it on a couch under the bright lights. Ashley immediately
focused on the threesome and recognized the girl as the
one she had seen enter the building before she did. She was
on her knees with her hands gripping the arm of the couch.
One man was pounding her doggie-style while she sucked
on another man’s huge cock! Ashley watched in stunned silence
as she continued to be double-holed for a few more minutes.
Suddenly, the man fucking her pulled out and she swung around
to sit on the couch. Both men moved in so that their cocks
were pointed at her open mouth and they each jerked off until
they came all over her face. Some landed in her mouth and
she sucked each cock in turn, allowing the cum to dribble
from her mouth and drip onto her tits. Someone yelled, “Cut!”
and Ashley looked over at a dark haired bearded man who seemed
to be in charge. “Ok, everyone, that’s a wrap for today.
Enjoy the rest of the weekend and I’ll see you on Monday!”
The bright lights were shut off and the men pulled bathrobes
over their naked bodies. The woman laughed with one of the
stage hands who passed her a towel to wipe the gobs of white
cum from her face and body. She also slipped into a robe and
got up, walking toward some doors over to Ashley’s right.
“Monique!” Bob called out. The girl stopped, then came
over to them. “Hi, Bob, ” the woman said, smiling sweetly.
Her eyes took in Ashley’s body, then she smiled at her. “Monique,
this is Ashley. She’s thinking about joining our little
family, ” Bob said. Monique shook her hand. “Wow, I hope
I get to work with you!” she said with a wink and a grin. “I
wouldn’t mind that myself, ” a male voice said from behind
them. Ashley turned to see one of the men from the scene with
Monique, the man who was fucking her when they walked in.
He was tall, well toned, and had dirty blonde hair. Ashley
could feel the sexuality rolling off of him. He smiled and
extended a huge hand. “I’m Mark, ” he said. Bob introduced
Ashley to the tall, handsome porn star and Ashley could
feel her knees weakening at his touch. Someone across the
room, a leggy redhead, called out to Mark and he excused
himself. He went over to her and she wrapped an arm around
him. They disappeared through one of the doors, which Ashley
correctly assumed were dressing room, or in this case,
un-dressing rooms. A woman with a clipboard and a set of
headphones around her neck came over and whispered something
to Bob. “Ok, I’ll be right there, ” he told her. He turned
to Ashley and Monique as she scurried away. “I have to take
care of something. Monique, could you show Ashley around
and answer any questions she might have? I’ll only be a few
minutes.” Monique took Ashley’s hand. “Sure, boss! Happy
to!” Before Ashley could say anything, the sexy brunette
was leading her over to the set where several stage hands
were cleaning up the drying cum and dismantling the set.
Monique pointed here and there, describing different
aspects of the set and the production process. Ashley listened
with interest, but her mind kept replaying the scene where
Monique had taken a double hit of cum in the face. When Monique
finally ran out of steam and asked if she had any questions,
Ashley hesitated. Monique sat down on one of the makeup
chairs and indicated for her to sit in the one next to it.
“Ask me anything, ” she said. “After three years in this
business, you aren’t going to shock me!” Ashley grinned
sheepishly. “Why did you . . . let them shoot their . . .” She
gestured toward the couch where Monique had been filming
earlier. “Ah!” she replied, understanding what Ashley
was trying to ask her. “It’s kind of a porn movie standard.
You know, the guy shoots his load into your face and the pervs
who buy this shit get off on it, wondering if you’ll swallow
or spit. You get used to it.” “So every scene ends like that?”
Ashley had never had anyone do that to her before. Sure,
she’d given her fair share of blow-jobs, but no one had ever
cum in her mouth or face. Monique nodded. “Uh-huh. Except
the girl on girl shoots, of course.” Ashley nodded, looking
down. “What’s that like? I mean, isn’t it weird . . . with
another girl?” She looked back up at Monique, her eyes following
the graceful lines of her shapely legs that were visible
under the robe while she sat before settling once more on
her warm, brown eyes. Monique looked surprised. “You’ve
never done it with a woman?” Ashley shook her head. “Well,
it’s great. I mean, I still like guys, but I like women almost
as much. It’s better in some ways because a woman understands
what you need, where to touch you, and when you don’t want
to be touched.” Ashley thought for a moment. It made sense,
in a weird sort of way. Just then, Bob returned. “So, has
Monique answered all of your questions?” Ashley nodded.
“Yes, at least all that I could think to ask her. I have so
many I don’t know where to start.” Monique laughed. “Don’t
worry, honey, you’ll figure it out!” She leaned over and
took Ashley’s hand again. “And I meant what I said about
working with you!” She stood up and gave her and Bob each
a peck on the cheek, then walked over to the dressing rooms
and went into one. They both watched her go, her long, sexy
body swaying sensually under the white terrycloth robe.
Bob turned to Ashley after the door closed. “So, when can
you come in for your audition?” Ashley took a deep breath.
She had so many questions that she didn’t even know how to
ask. As if sensing her mood, Bob put a comforting hand on
her shoulder. “I’m not trying to rush you, Ashley. Take
your time.” He excused himself when a member of the crew
called to him and went over to talk with him. Ashley looked
around the cavernous studio and wondered if she could do
this. Monique, Mark, and the other actor all seemed comfortable
in their roles. Everyone was professional and treated
it like a job, not the intimate act Ashley perceived it as.
That got her wondering if doing this would totally change
her feelings about sex. Would she ever be able to have a warm,
loving relationship with anyone after doing this or would
it just turn into another day on the job. She sat there for
fifteen or twenty minutes watching the crew working while
this and many other thoughts crowded her mind. She didn’t
notice Bob and Monique in a hushed conversation next to
the dressing rooms. Monique had showered and changed back
into the clothes she had worn when she arrived. “Just take
her out somewhere, on me, ” Bob was saying to her as he passed
her a few hundred dollars. “She’s scared and nervous but
I know she can do this. Maybe if she gets a little experience
off-set first, she’ll do better when the cameras are on.”
Monique nibbled on her lower lip and ra

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