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Andy loved taking pictures of his lovely wife, Sally. The pictures often drew praise from friends and family, and this led to Sally thinking about a career in modelling. With Andy’s support, she took some modelling lessons and applied for work.
It was disappointing at first. Many times an interviewer would ask her to remove her clothing; the result was always the same: either Sally stocked out in an angry fit or the company rejected her application. It was clear to both Sally and Andy that she would have to take some clothes off just to get started.
“Just to get started.” That became Sally’s justification for everything that happened.
At last an interview went well. In an old building on the 4th floor, she spoke to a portly gentleman of middle age, sweating and balding and getting chubby, and showed him some of Andy’s photographs. This time when he asked her to remove her blouse, she did. But she was relieved to hear him say that she looked good in a bra and they were looking for someone for a lingerie ad.
Delighted, she accepted the job and was asked to return the next day at 2 p.m.
After she left, Baldy called his partner, Griff. “We’ve got another hot one. Great tits and cunt, but a little shy. Work her over carefully. She is anxious to get into the modelling business.” They both laughed cruel laughs. Baldy hung up and returned to licking the cunt of a young model just finished her photo shoot with the black camera crew.
Sally arrived promptly at their studios on the 5th floor. The large floor area in the old factory had been divided into various sets used for photo shoots. Sally was impressed with the variety of sets. She was surprised when Griff came from his office and introduced himself. He was the tallest black man that Sally had ever met, and he wore an Italian suit with an elegant tie, and he smelled good.
“Hello, Sally. It’s good to meet you. I’m Griff.” He flashed an incredible smile and took her hand, then lingered and brought her hand to his lips. “It’s always wonderful to meet a new model.”
Sally was nervous at this kind of attention. “So Griff,” she asked with a furrow in her brow, “what kind of lingerie am I modelling? I mean, do you know my bra size?”
Griff laughed softly at that. “Don’t worry, Sally, It will be alright.” She could hear a little Jamaican in his accent. “We have all sizes and types of lingerie for you to try on this afternoon. That means bras, panties, and girdles. So let’s just go and have fun. What do you say?”
Who could disagree with that? Sally certainly was not inclined to disagree, although something bothered her. It wasn’t until much later that she realized he had mentioned panties. They wanted her to model panties. Little did she know. The photo shoot was set up to become a porn shoot.
He led her around the corner to a set like the living room in a typical suburban house. From another direction, two other ladies appeared with racks full of clothes. Sally was delighted and immediately the clothes chatter arose, which is why Sally missed the entrance of the camera crew. It wasn’t until some of the bright lights came on that she realized they were there, and they were black.
Griff arrived with more black crew members and began to set the scene. He approved a simple white combo for Sally, and she looked around for a place to change.
Griff stared at her, eyebrows raised in question. “I.. I … Where’s the change room?” she blurted out. In her mind, a model must have a dressing room.
He chuckled. “We can’t afford dressing rooms, Sally. As you know, we can’t pay you much, but it’s a start for both of us, and if things go well, I guess we will see, won’t we?”
“Sssoo,” Sally blurted looking around at the other women and getting only sympathetic smiles, as though Sally was getting weird. “I can’t change right here. Everyone will see me naked!” she cried in some distress.
Griff came to her and put his arm around her shoulder. “It’s OK, Sally. Really. These folks are all professionals and have seen it before. They have a job to do and so do you. So let’s get the underwear on and the shoot under way. Time is money, people.”
This urgency in his voice found an audience who then stared at Sally who was still in her street clothes. She muttered “just for a start” to herself as she disrobed, sliding her bra from her shoulders artfully and quickly snatching up the black lace number for the shoot, settling the cups in place on her ample boobs.
The panties were difficult for her. She was so nervous with everyone looking that she stumbled out of her panties and half fell forward, catching herself on the edge of a coffee table and reeling backwards, to the delight of the crew who got a clear view of her ample pussy mound with its triangle of dark auburn hair. Griff thought to himself, “That hair will have to go. It’s not industry standard for porn.”
Things settled down for Sally. Each new lingerie set seemed to inspire her as she posed for Griff and the camera crew. She hardly noticed that the undergarments became more and more revealing. Finally, they handed her another set in black silk with odd flaps sewn over the nipples and crotch.
As Griff directed her, she lounged on the sofa in the fake living room and twisted and turned for poses while the cameras flashed.
Griff waved to her. “Can you sit up a bit, love? That’s cool.” More camera flashes. “Now Sally, can you see the black flaps on your bra? Yes? Good. Just pull them down for the next set of pics.”
To Sally’s shock, the flaps had covered her nipples, which were now naked. And the cameras were already flashing. “Steady, girl” she told herself. “It’s just for a start.”
But more was to come. Griff pretended to speak sharply to a crew member and turned suddenly on Sally. “C’mon now, Sally. It’s getting late. The other flap, please. The crew are waiting.”
The other flap she was sure covered her pussy, and down it would have to come. She had no time to think or react, other than to follow directions. Down came the flap and flash went the cameras. Sally’s pussy was now on record as the men in the crew hid their smiles.
