1818 views

Life was fairly tough with long lectures the constant lack of cash, but at least working six out of seven evening a week in the bar you had little or no opportunity to spend, but covering the rent and the cost of books was always a pressure. You knew that some of the girls had taken up part time escort work, but you couldn’t face that. Not that you were prudish about sex for money, it was just the thought of having to blow or fuck anyone “who came through the door”! It was really the lack of choice, so you dismissed that as a cash making scheme.

It was fairly quiet in the bar when I came in and slid onto my favourite stool at the bar. As you serve me my usual beer I look up and say “Didn’t realise you were so photogenic!” “What are you talking about?” you retort, but inside you shiver, I know your secret!
About 4 weeks ago you had a seen an advert in a magazine looking for girls to be photographic models. You had called and were told to go to the studio for a test shoot to see if you were acceptable. So nervously you had turned up with your favourite bikini, as they had told you it was glamour not fashion shoot. You needn’t have bothered as they had a skimpy thong bikini for you to wear in various sizes. After a few test runs they told you had a job if you wanted but that it had to be topless to get the £500 fee. You’ve always been proud of your breasts so you thought what the heck and lost the bra and continued with the shoot.

Once you were done the photographer came over and congratulated you on how well you had done given that it was your first shoot, and told you could double the fee for nude work. You had told him you weren’t sure about that, but $2000 was very tempting. He got you a drink to relax you and kept pushing you on it, telling what a great body you had and that it was no big deal these days. You asked him about the fee and he told you it was cash and even showed you it. After a second drink you had relaxed enough not to care and the thought of what the money could do with your debts won the day.

There was only you and the photographer Dave in the studio for the afternoon and he soon had you posing in a variety of stripping positions removing your top and easing down your thong. You got into a zone ignoring Dave and thinking that it was only the camera that could see you. You were working for the camera, almost trying to seduce it!

Once naked you did start to feel a little more self conscious and your movements became wooden. Dave called out “come on Smoky, show us some pink!” “Pink?” you replied. “Yes babes spread those legs for me and show me your jewels!” Dave shouted. “No I couldn’t” you had said “I thought it was just nude shots not porn”.

“You will if you want the fee” Dave grinned.

So you had, following Dave’s explicit instructions, holding open your pussy with one hand whilst lifting your breast to your mouth and sucking on one of your nipples. Kneeling away from the camera holding your cheeks apart to reveal both your pussy and that secret all orifices. Flat on your back legs spread wide with your hands pushing your knees apart as if welcoming the camera to enter your pussy, which you supposed was the look Dave wanted so that all those guys could image they were knelt between your knees, their hard cocks in their hands ready to plunge into your welcoming pussy. Whilst you were relieved when it was over it did turn you on and you knew by the end you were showing your juices.

As you were getting dressed Dave said he would show you the pictures he chose for the spread, apt name you thought. Sure enough he called last week and invited you round, but rather than showing you the pictures he showed you the magazine. And there you were splayed across five pages under the heading “Smoky the Student Bares her all” Not even original you thought staring at your graphic images on the glossy pages; but then you started to read the accompanying script, which told the readers how you liked to be fucked and that you could never get enough stiff cock, especially if you could suck it before you took it deep inside. Favourite position “Doggie”, why your fictional self was asked, “Because if I’m in the mood it’s easy to take it up the ass from there!”

I never said any of that you complained, “Of course you didn’t” said Dave but the words support the pictures and help get the punters off. Well you thought at least you wouldn’t have to meet them, and judging by the type of magazine it wasn’t going to be in malls or the local stores, more likely back street porn shops. Still you had your cash and Dave gave you a card saying if you were ever interested in more sessions give him a call, especially if you fancied a Lesbian shoot.

But here you were in the bar, and you knew that I had seen the magazine; you would have you lonely wanker you thought.

I continue “You know what I’m talking about don’t you, Smoky the Student. Your parents must be really proud to have such a lovely daughter for the entire world to see!

You look across the bar at me and I hold your stare, with a cocky smirk on my face. You know that you are being blackmailed here, whether I would show your parents was debatable, but you just couldn’t take the chance that the wanker might just out of spite, and you really could not stand the hassle, especially with your Dad who was not at all keen in the first place with your moving out to attend University and couldn’t understand why you didn’t commute from home.
“So what’s the deal Jon, a few free drinks?” you ask

“No way” I retort, “such a secret is worth far more than that I reckon”