I was desperate for cash, so I posed for a photo layout. Not a department store ad or a catalogue. A stroke magazine… you know, one of those glossy magazines in shrink wrap with titles like “Top Heavy” “D-Cup” “Co-Ed Sluts” and bright round orange stickers “XXX SPECIAL 3 for $7.99.” It was a friend of a friend who offered the job. I heard the voice-mail, “Hi Annie, Sonja told me you need work. I saw your portfolio. I’m Steve, I’ve got my own photography studio. Look, I’ll be straight. It’s for a nudie mag. My assistant’s a woman, she’ll put you at ease. Pays $500. Call me at ****, Thanks.” Damn it, why not? I tended bar at a strip club for two summers. It took all summer to get that much in tips, jiggling my boobies and ass behind the bar and schlepping drinks. But a nudie mag? Alright. Girls strip all the time. They begged me to strip at the club but I was always too timid. At least this is a private photo shoot. I’ll do it!
The next Friday, I was there. I met Steve and his assistant Cassie. She was sweet, he was totally professional. I had a good time dressing up in the sexy outfits and showing off my double-D’s and my hairy cunt. They made me up, too, full-body… creams, powders, blush, it was amazing! I was photographed in every position, on a chair, a bed, a satin-lined fur coat laid out on Plexiglas sheeting. Cassie said I must be excited, it was showing… I soaked three different pairs of panties! “Sometimes we use glycerin, but you don’t need it!” she cooed.
A few weeks later, I received a copy of the magazine and some prints. I’d already spent the money I received- it was an afterthought. I looked so unbelievably sexy, I actually lusted after myself! Then the realization hit me- thousands of guys are going to be jerking off to my image. I visited a convenience store near my condo and found it! The clerk looked at me strange as I opened my magazine, just to be sure I was really in there. I put it down before he said anything, then grabbed the latest Redbook on the adjacent shelf. Then I started thinking, what if he recognizes me? He probably looks at these magazines, too.
I slept restless that night. A thousand thoughts raced through my mind. What if someone recognizes me? My little brother, the time he got caught with one of these under his mattress, he might see this. He’s in college now, but still, college boys and porn? I switched thoughts. I started wondering how many people would lust over that pictorial, fantasizing about me. How sexy is it that right now hundreds of guys are spurting cum meant for me, looking at my pictures? I fell asleep with that delicious consolation. I started to dream, and my dreams are very vivid, full-color, detailed. I even taste food in my dreams!
I dreamed about the photo shoot, jerking my spine and twitching my ass at the camera, pouting my lips, holding my nipples out like two ripe cherries for the taking. In my dream, my cunt was flowing. I felt the hot cum running down my legs. My cunt throbbed. Suddenly, faces started appearing. Guys walked in, watching me with their cocks in their hands. Some were dressed in business suits, others in jeans, a few were nude. Hairy men, skinny, fat, bald, tall, short, bearded or tattooed… young and old alike, they crowded around me as I posed.
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