“What do you mean, fetish work?” Claire interrupted him.
“Well, say you start off with spanking, maybe dressed as a schoolgirl, or some
such. Then there are more severe disciplines such as caning, and then you can get into
things like bondage. That’s just a starter list – there are a lot of other things you
might get asked to do. You ever tried any of these things?”
“No.”
“Hmm, that isn’t usually a promising sign. Maybe you should just start off as a
nude model. The problem is that just about everyone on our books will do that and the
demand is less than the supply at the moment.”
“But I need to make a lot of money, quickly. Tell me, what would I have to do to
earn say three thousand this week?”
Ron let out a low whistle and scratched his head. He knew exactly what she’d have
to do but he doubted she’d be up for it.
“A lot,” he replied, “and it would definitely involve a fair bit of pain and
bondage, as well as fucking.”
Ron noticed she didn’t flinch at the suggestion.
“Okay, I guess. When do I start?”
“You don’t, yet. Before we go anywhere near a client, you’ll have to convince me
you’re up to the assignment.”
“Okay, how do I do that?” Claire sounded desperate and there was a certain pleading
tone in her voice.
“You can do an audition, right here today, if you want, but only if you’re sure.”
“I’m sure. And if I pass the audition, how quickly can I do the work and get paid.
The money is all that matters to me.”
“I see. Well, if you did okay today, I could contact the client today and you’d get
a 50% advance and 50% when the assignment is over. That would get you three thousand five
hundred this week, by Friday, and the same again in about a week’s time after the
assignment is complete, maybe sooner if I can get things set up quicker.”
“What will the assignment involve?”
“What I have in mind as a project would involve filming – a forty minute film where
you are first seen fucking your ‘boyfriend’ – on stage boyfriend that is. Your hotel room
is broken into and you are kidnapped, and taken away while still nude. You are then tied
up to some kind of contraption and forced to serve the kidnappers, while they make ransom
demands. It’ll be a five day shoot and you will experience a lot of sex in different ways,
and there will be quite a lot of pain as well as humiliation and so on – all part of the
film.” By now Ron’s cock was rigid as he dreamed of the film he was gong to make if Claire
was any good. He had any number of men who would pay him handsomely to take part in such a
film and it could all be arranged very quickly indeed. The client was another source of
funding and one or two pictures of a naked Claire would convince him.
“Okay, so how do I audition? I may need some help on things as I’m not used to this
but I need the money, so I will do my best.”
“Fair enough. Well, Claire, you can start by standing up and turning around so I
can get a good look at you.”
Claire stood, her long blonde hair flowing down evenly around her pretty face. She
had a good figure, slender with large breasts and a tight, curvy backside that sat on top
of her long, slender legs. Claire was wearing a white blouse and a dark, short
mini-skirt.
“Good,” said Ron appreciatively after she had turned round completely twice. Now,
take off the blouse.”
Claire paused a moment and looked nervous, but it was only a moment and she began
to unbutton the blouse. With the buttons popped, she slid the blouse down, over her
shoulders and let it fall to the ground. She straightened up to show her breasts cradled
neatly in her white bra.
“Okay, and the bra, then thrust your tits out as far forward as you can.”
Claire fumbled with the back of her bra for a second before it too slid off her
shoulders and down her arms to join the blouse on the floor. She straightened up, put her
hands behind her back and pushed her breasts forward. Claire had dark areolas on which
jutted her rapidly-stiffening rosy nipples.
“What size?” Ron asked, his cock aching in his pants.
“36C – almost a D,” she replied, smiling. She seemed to have gained in confidence
now she was standing semi-naked before the man.
“Okay, that’s good. Now, stand as still as you can while I touch what I can see. It
really is important you don’t flinch when I touch them.”
“I won’t. My boyfriend likes touching them,a nd I like him doing that.”
“That’s good.” Ron was already standing up and moved from behind his desk to stand
behind Claire. She didn’t know it, but her tits were pointing straight at one of the
hidden cameras. Keeping her hands behind her back, Claire tried hard not to move a muscle
as Ron brought his hands up the sides of her body, from the waistband of the skirt up to
the start of the mounds of her breasts. Then, he slid the palms of his hands over her orbs
until they covered her young, firm nipples.
“Good,” said Ron, now lifting his palms and taking each nipple between a thumb and
forefinger. He rubbed the nipples gentle for a few moments, feeling them stiffen slightly
under his touch. Claire shuffled slightly on her feet and her breathing rat increased.
“This is arousing you?” Asked Ron, smiling to himself behind her back.
“Yes, actually it is, actually it really is.” Claire gasped.
“And when I do it a bit harder,” said Ron as he strengthened the grip on her
nipples and twisted them more forcefully.
“Ouch,” Claire gasped, “that hurts but it still feels exciting.”
“Good,” said Ron, taking his hands off her breasts and returning to his side of his
desk. “Now, take off the rest of your clothes and stand so I can get a good look at you.”
Claire unfastened the button at the top of the side-zipper on her skirt, pulled the
zip down and then peeled the skirt over her tight bottom, letting it fall to the floor.
She had lacy white panties on underneath and soon shucked them off as well, then she stood
up with her feet slightly apart and again put her hands just behind her back so Ron had an
unobstructed view.
Ron’s cock was positively aching now. The young woman was, surprisingly to Ron,
fully shaved between her legs. Her young sex lips looked firm and plump and slightly
apart.
“Very good,” said Ron, almost licking his lips. “You shave regularly?”
“Yes, I can’t stand hairs between my legs and I discovered some years ago that it
makes my pussy a lot more sensitive. So, every time I have a bath I run the Wilkinson
Sword over it. My boyfriend also appreciates a hairless pussy.”
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