The next Saturday morning I found myself at a seedy looking studio. The photographer’s
name was Jake Johnson. Jake was a nice man of forty-five or so. His easy friendly manner
pretty quickly put me at ease. Jake assured me that it was only a test shoot and for me
to quit worrying about it. He told me that any friend of Orlando’s was a shoo-in. I didn’t
consider myself exactly a friend, but I didn’t see any reason to tell Jake that.
Jake took a lot of pictures that day. I was anticipating that I would eventually have to
take my clothes completely off to make enough money to buy the car. I wasn’t looking
forward to it, but I was resigned. Jake took me to that point in slow easy stages and when
I finally disrobed I was pretty calm. In fact it seemed like the natural next step.
After a few minutes I relaxed and let Jake pose me in a variety of poses. He was nice and
didn’t make any crude remarks about me being naked. I was grateful for that and it made
the whole process easier.
Jake gave me a hundred dollars when the session was over. He told me to come back the
following Saturday afternoon for a real shoot. I used the hundred dollars as a down
payment on the car so the owner would hold it for me. It was the nicest vehicle I had ever
tried to buy. A cute sporty little Dodge.
The next session with Jake went smooth and I left his studio five hundred bucks richer. I
immediately took it to the car owner as payment on the car. I figured I was three photo
sessions away from owning the beautiful little car.
I didn’t have another session the next weekend and by the time Jake called me I was
almost beside myself. I hated taking the bus and I hated having to beg rides from others.
I suppose I was fearful that my car would get away.
The next session was a little different. Before I had just posed nude for Jake. That
shoot he wanted me to do things to myself. Touching and stroking my body while he took the
pictures. I was reluctant, but I did as Jake directed and was rewarded with a nice payday.
Seven hundred bucks which I took to my car man. Now I had twelve hundred dollars invested
in my car.
I waited for Jake to call. One week, two weeks, and by the time the third week rolled
around I was on pins and needles. I was sure I was going to lose my car. I called Jake to
see what the trouble was.
“Sorry, Becky,” he said. “I don’t have anything for you right now. Business is slow, but
don’t worry. I’ll have a shoot for you in a couple of weeks.” I started begging. “Hey,
what can I do, honey? The only thing I got is a solo video deal. You said you wouldn’t do
anything like that. I got a girl all ready to do it.” I asked him what a solo video deal
involved. He told me it was one girl using a dildo on herself. I wasn’t a stranger to a
dildo. I had two that I used regularly since I have no social life to speak of.
Masturbation had almost become a way of life for me.“Pays an easy eight hundred for the
whole shoot,” Jake said. That made up my mind. I needed exactly eight hundred to redeem my
little car.
It took two days to get the video done. I’ll admit that I felt strange at first, but Jake
made it easier by remaining completely professional during the taping. I mean I had never
imagined myself naked and fucking myself with a variety of paraphernalia while some guy
filmed me. It was just too bizarre for me to have considered.
The first day I was nervous and dry as a bone. It took a lot of lube to get the job done.
The second session wasn’t as bad. I actually managed to have a couple of smallish orgasms.
More importantly I had my car at long last.
I didn’t exactly burn my bridges with Jake, but I may have indicated he had seen the last
of me and my body. That wasn’t to be, however. Two weeks before graduation the engine
blew up in my car. I discovered I needed a thousand dollars to get it fixed. I called Jake
to see if he had any work for me.
“Naw, Becky, I don’t have anything except a fuck flick to do. Sorry, honey. I wish I
could help you.” I asked Jake what a fuck flick entailed and he told me in graphic terms
that it was exactly what the name implied. “It’s actual fucking, honey,” he said. Since I
was desperate I didn’t hesitate but a couple of minutes. I told him I would do it.
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