(B.J. Cortland) Ashley's New Career

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Ashley's New Career
WRITTEN BY: B. J. Cortland


Ashley is a nineteen year old beauty with some serious financial problems. When she answers an ad for amatuer models, she's introduced to a world she didn't even know existed!


Chapter 1

Ashley Long glanced up from her desk in the tiny cubical to the clock on the wall by the door. Still another half hour until quitting time. She sighed and pressed the answer button to take the next customer in the never-ending stream of incoming calls at the busy call center where she worked. She took three more calls, none of which improved her mood, then looked back up at the clock. Two minutes past five. She was officially a person again.

She logged off her workstation and removed her headset, pulling it carefully from her long, wavy blonde hair. She shook her head slightly to untangle her hair, then stowed the headset in the top drawer of the desk she shared with three other women. Christ, she hated this place!

A familiar voice spoke up from behind her. “Are you coming out with us for drinks, Ash?”

She turned around to see her friend and roommate, Debbie pulling her light spring jacket on.

“Sure,” Ashley replied as she stood up and stretched her stiff muscles. Her hair flowed down her back as she did, her firm double D’s straining against the fabric of her bra. She wore a conservative knee length gray skirt, with her tanned and toned calves looking not quite so conservative. She smoothed her white blouse over her slim waist and smiled at Debbie, her blue eyes sparkling. She stood five-foot-seven, weighed about one-ten, and had the kind of beauty and graceful figure that made every man who saw her do a double-take. She lifted her jacket from the coat hook next to her desk and slipped it on. Gathering up her purse, she walked over to the elevator where Debbie was waiting.

Debbie was twenty, a year older than Ashley, and was also very pretty, although Ashley was the one who garnered the most attention from hopeful male suitors. She was a little shorter than Ashley, and had long, straight brown hair that reached almost to her waist. She wore a conservative business suit, as did everyone here, and spoke to a few other girls as they made their way toward the elevators to escape the monotonous grind of work for the weekend.

Ashley approached Debbie as the others were leaving, adjusting the collar of her suit coat and pulling her long hair free from it. She smiled and waved at the others as they parted, then looked at Debbie. “So who else is coming?” she asked as they waited for the elevator doors to open.

Debbie’s green eyes sparkled as she smiled. “Just a few friends . . . and possibly some cute single guys!”

Ashley eyed her narrowly. “Debbie, you know how I feel about set-ups!”

Debbie sighed and shook her head as they rode the elevator down to the ground floor. “You’ve been here in the city for almost six months now and you haven’t been out on one date!” Ashley didn’t reply as they exited the elevator and walked toward the glass doors that led out onto the busy street. Debbie sighed again and put a hand on her arm. “Ash, it’s time to move on. He’s gone and he’s not coming back.” Ashley kept walking, still saying nothing. Debbie gripped her arm tighter and stopped, forcing her to stop and turn to her. “Look, I know you don’t like me setting you up, but it really is time to move on. You’re young, beautiful, and single. How many guys have you turned down since he left?”

Ashley shrugged and looked around, deliberately avoiding her eyes. “I dunno . . .a few, I guess.”

Debbie’s eyes widened. “A few! Ash, you get hit on or asked out more times in a day than the average girl does in a week! And as pretty as you are, if you keep turning them down, eventually they’re going to stop asking!”

Ashley sighed and gave her a weak smile. “You’re right, Deb. Ok, I’ll go.” Anticipating her next comment, she quickly added, “And I’ll even try to have fun.”

Debbie patted her on the shoulder as they continued walking toward their apartment only a few blocks away. “That’s the spirit!” she exclaimed as they went up to the apartment to change out of their work clothes.

An hour later they walked into Jake’s, a local bar that was popular with their acquaintances from work. It was actually about halfway between their apartment and the call center, so it was perfect. As their eyes adjusted to the dim lights they could see the bar was packed with the usual after work crowd. Debbie saw the group she was looking for and they made their way over to the table. Ashley felt the usual stares of most of the men, and a few women, follow her across the crowded room. She was used to it now and it no longer bothered her like it had when she had first ‘blossomed’, as her father put it. They sat down and quickly joined in on the conversations and laughter that resulted from friendly relaxation after a long work week.

Ashley tried to fit in, but they were mostly Debbie’s friends and even after six months, she still felt like an outsider. Everyone was friendly and did their best to include her in the conversation, but it really didn’t help.

Doug, another friend of Debbie’s, sat next to her. He was obviously the one she was trying to hook her up with. Doug was attractive; actually he was very attractive, and he seemed like a very nice guy, but she just didn’t feel any spark between them. Maybe she was still hung up on Dave, her ex.

They had been high school sweethearts and dated for almost three years before he suddenly broke it off, claiming he found someone who ‘better understood his needs’, whatever the hell that meant. She had been heartbroken. He was her first, and so far, the only man she’d ever had sex with. The last thing she wanted was a relationship with someone that she knew from the outset wasn’t going to last more than a few months at the most.

Eventually, people began to drift off home and finally only Ashley, Debbie, Doug, and Mike, a guy Debbie was sort of seeing on a regular basis, meaning whenever she was horny, remained at the table. Debbie excused herself to go to the ladies room, motioning with her eyes for Ashley to come with her. As they stood at the sinks checking their makeup, Debbie looked at her in the mirror.

“You and Doug seem to be getting along ok.”

Ashley shrugged and fussed with her hair. “He’s nice, I guess,” she replied casually.

Debbie let out a long breath and shook her head. “Nice, huh. So where’s the ‘but’?”

Ashley finished with her hair and turned to her. “But there’s just nothing there. No electricity.”

Debbie peered into the mirror as she touched up her eyeliner. “Ok, so he’s not Mr Right. He’s cute, isn’t he?”

Ashley conceded her point. “Yes, he’s cute.”

“So . . .” she said, looking sideways at her with a sly grin as she put her eyeliner back into her purse.

“So . . . what?” Ashley replied, already knowing exactly what she was getting at.

“Are you going to fuck him tonight or not?”

Ashley rolled her eyes and shook her head. “You’re about as subtle as an elephant on an airplane. And to answer your question, no, Debbie, I’m not. I’m not into one-night stands. I need more than just sex from a guy.”

Debbie shook her head in defeat as they left the ladies room. “Well, I admire your ethics, but don’t you ever just need to get laid?” Ashley laughed but didn’t answer. Debbie continued. “It looks like I’ll be staying at Mike’s tonight, so don’t wait up.”

“You’re such a slut!” Ashley teased with a big grin.

Debbie stuck her tongue out at her. “At least I’m getting some!”

They rejoined the guys and when Debbie and Mike got up to leave, Ashley reached for her coat. “I better be getting home,” she said as she stood and slipped it on, stifling a yawn. Doug’s face fell for a moment, but he quickly recovered, smiling warmly at her with perfect white teeth as he stood.

“Can I walk you home?” he asked, gently touching her shoulder. Debbie and Mike said goodnight and walked out, hand in hand.

“Thanks,” Ashley replied amicably, “but I only live around the corner. You don’t have to.” She was hoping for a hasty retreat.

Doug shrugged and guided her toward the exit. “It’s no trouble,” he said. “And I’d feel better knowing that you made it home safely.” She had to give him points for persistence. He wasn’t giving up easily!

“Ok,” she replied with a faint smile. “But just to the door, ok?”

He didn’t even flinch at her no-nonsense approach that let him know in no uncertain terms that he would not be invited in for a nightcap. He simply smiled and nodded as they stepped out onto the street and turned in the direction of her building. Neither spoke for a moment, then Doug looked over at her.

“Did I do or say something to upset you, or make you angry?”

She glanced over at him, a look of surprise on her face. “No, of course not! Why would you think that?”

He frowned. “Well, I’ve been trying to be friendly and I’m pretty sure you know I’m interested, but you’ve been keeping me at arms’ length all night.”

Ashley sighed. “I know. I’m sorry. You see, I’m just getting over a serious relationship and I’m not quite ready to meet someone new yet.” She smiled and added, “Not that that stops Debbie from setting me up all the time!” She stopped and turned to him, her eyes searching his dark brown ones. “You understand, don’t you?”

He looked back into her gorgeous face, the streetlights leaving shadows across her eyes. “ I guess so. I hope you think of me when you are ready. Debbie knows how to reach me.”

She smiled and continued walking toward her building. They arrived in front of her door and he leaned down and kissed her cheek lightly. “I hope I can see you again, Ashley.”

She gave him a friendly, but not too inviting smile. “Good night, Doug. Thanks for walking me home.”

She went inside and closed the metal and glass door behind her. He stood there watching her for a moment, then waved to her one more time before slowly walking to the curb. He hailed a passing cab, got in, and Ashley watched as it sped off down the street. She sighed and went up the stairs to her apartment.

Chapter 2

She awoke the next morning to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. She had gotten into the habit of presetting the timer on the coffee maker so she wouldn’t have to fumble around the kitchen in a semi-comatose daze. She really didn’t function that well until she had her morning caffeine fix. She went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth, then padded out to the kitchen for her cup of morning brew. Even operating the shower seemed way too complicated without coffee.

As she sat at the table sipping the life-giving liquid, she picked up yesterday’s paper, which was lying on one of the chairs in a slightly disheveled state. She flipped through the pages, only glancing at headlines and reading a few lines of copy of any that caught her interest.

She came to the employment section and straightened up, studying the ads closely. She really hated her monotonous nine to five job that didn’t even earn her enough to have a comfortable life. She was always scraping together just enough to pay the rent every month and keep the credit card companies more or less appeased. Scanning quickly through the long list of job ads, she dismissed any that mentioned ‘call center’, along with the seemingly endless lists of ‘make thousands while sitting at home’ scams. She had actually tried a couple of these when she first moved to the city, and it seemed the only people making money were the ones you sent your ‘registration fee’ to.

Seeing nothing any better than her current job, she was about to fold the paper up and toss it into the recycle bin when a small, plain text ad caught her eye. She leaned over to read it.

‘Models wanted. If you think you have the look, please call 555-6617. Top dollar for the right people.’

Ashley reread the ad several times. A model. People were always telling her she could be a model. She closed her eyes, trying to imagine what it would be like to live that kind of life. No more annoyed people screaming at her on the phone because their package was an hour late being delivered and enough money to actually pay her bills and even afford a few luxuries! She opened her eyes and stared at the ad for a long moment. ‘Why not? What have I got to lose?’

She picked up the phone and after only a moments hesitation, dialed the number. It rang three times and she was starting to have second thoughts when it was answered midway through the fourth ring.

“Hello?” a man’s voice answered.

Ashley froze, unsure if she should speak or hang up. He spoke again, a trace of annoyance in his voice. “Hello? Is anyone there?”

Ashley found her voice and said, “Uh . . . hi . . .I’m, uh, calling about the modeling job?”

The voice immediately became friendlier. “Oh, ok.” She could hear him shift the phone to his other ear and his voice came back. “My name is John Waters. First, I need to ask if you are at least eighteen years old.” Ashley told him she was nineteen and gave him a brief description of herself. “Ok, can you give me your measurements?” She hesitated. This was getting a little too personal for her comfort.

“My . . . measurements?” she asked in a halting voice.

His reply was clinical; professional. “I’m sorry, but we have certain guidelines for our clients. It’s nothing personal.” She swallowed hard. This was becoming a little too intimate for her liking, but she answered him.

“Um, ok. They’re 36, 24, 26, I think.” There was a pause on the other end and she could hear him writing her information down.

“All right, what’s your height and weight?” Ashley told him. “Ok, just hold on for a moment. I’ll be right back.”

A Muzak version of Bob Seger’s ‘Night Moves’ replaced his voice and a few moments later, he came back on the line. “Sorry about that. I wanted to confer with my partner.” There was a pause; more shuffling papers. “I think we can work with you, but we’ll need to meet with you first, of course.”

Despite her apprehension, Ashley felt of surge of excitement. “Of course,” she echoed, her voice wavering slightly.

“I have time today if you’re available,” he said. Ashley told him she was. “All right, can you come down to my office at eleven?” That would give her two hours to get ready.

“Yes,” she relied, jotting down the address. She gave him her phone number and hung up the phone. For a few minutes, she just sat there while her forgotten cup of coffee cooled in front of her. Was this possible? Could she really have a career in modeling? Until now, it had only seemed like the dream that millions of young girls shared; walking down runways in far off cities like Paris and Milan. She brought herself back to reality, reminding herself that level of success was limited to only a few very select models.

She pulled herself to her feet and went into the bathroom, quickly showered, brushed her long hair, and applied a small amount of makeup. She really didn’t need much anyway. She selected a skirt from her closet that fell a few inches above her knees and a top that accentuated her ample chest without looking too flirtatious. After a final examination, she left her apartment and caught the subway downtown.

An hour later, she was standing on the sidewalk in front of the address he had given her. It was a modern building of dark, tinted glass and gleaming steel. She took a deep breath, opened the door, and stepped inside. Walking over to the bank of elevators, she took one up to the fifth floor and stepped out into a carpeted hallway lined with closed doors bearing the names of several different companies. She located Suite 5D and tentatively opened the door.

She was greeted by a pretty woman with a friendly smile sitting behind a curved reception desk. There were several chairs lining the room and the walls were covered with tasteful pictures of beautiful women and men in various poses. Soft classical music drifted from unseen speakers, giving the room a feel of a Fortune 500 corporate office.

“May I help you?” the receptionist asked with a polite smile. Ashley approached the desk.

“Hi. I’m Ashley Long. I have an appointment with Mr. Waters.”

The receptionist looked down at her schedule. “Ah, yes, Miss Long. Please have a seat and I’ll let him know you’re here.”

Ashley went over and sat nervously on one of the comfortable leather chairs. She looked at the pictures on the walls, her hands clasped nervously together. Could she really be one of these people?

“Miss Long! Welcome!”

She recognized the voice as the man she had spoken with on the phone and turned to see a handsome man in maybe his mid thirties smiling at her. He extended a hand as she stood up. She shook his warm dry hand and found herself smiling back at him. His eyes held her; soft brown eyes that immediately made her feel more at ease.

“I’m John Waters. We spoke on the phone.” He held open a door next to the receptionist’s desk. “Please, come on in.”

Ashley walked through the door and into a short hallway with closed doors on each side. She followed him to the last door on the left and he opened it, gesturing her in. She walked into a plush office with modern steel and glass furniture and a partial view of the park from its enormous floor to ceiling windows. More pictures of what she guessed were his clients lined the walls. He followed her in, closing the door behind them, and gestured toward a chair in front of the long desk. “Please, take a seat.” Ashley sat down while he went around and sat behind the desk, facing her with his back to the window. He looked at her for a moment and she suddenly felt very uncomfortable under his penetrating gaze. He looked down at his desk and shuffled through some papers.

“Let’s see . . .ah, here we are.” He selected a piece of paper and read from it. “Ashley Long, nineteen, five-seven, one-ten.” He looked up at her over the paper at her. “Your description didn’t do you justice, Miss Long. You’re a very beautiful young woman.”

Ashley felt her face getting hot as he continued to look at her with those warm brown eyes. “Th . . .thank you,” she said quietly, looking down nervously.

He stood up. “Just try to relax, Ashley. Is it ok if I call you Ashley?” She nodded, forcing herself to look back up at him. He smiled again. “Good. Call me John. We’re all pretty informal around here.” He came around the desk. “Now, like I said, try to relax. This will be fun. Stand up so I can get a good look at you.”

She stood up, her hands twitching nervously at her sides as he walked around her, taking in her svelte body. “Do you have any modeling experience?” She shook her head. He stopped in front of her and looked her over from feet to head. “Well, you certainly are beautiful, and have a nice body. I think we can give you a try-out.”
Ashley resisted the urge to lick her dry lips. He went back to his desk and retrieved a piece of paper from one of the drawers.

He placed it on the desk in front of her and said, “This is a standard release form. It basically says that you agree to let us take some pictures of you and that they become the property of Waters Modeling Agency. It also states that this in no way constitutes a contract, blah, blah, blah. It’s pretty straight forward, no complicated legal terms. Please read it all and sign at the bottom if you agree.” Ashley picked it up and quickly read the short paragraph. It seemed to be just as he told her, with no terms that she didn’t understand. She signed at the appropriate line and handed it to him. “Ok, let’s go take a few shots and see how the camera likes you.” He placed the release in the top drawer of his desk and they went back out into the hall.

They went through another door and entered a photography studio, complete with sets, lights, and more cameras than Ashley had ever seen in one place. There were makeup tables off to one side flanked by racks of clothes. People ran around adjusting lights and props while the models, in various states of dress, were fussed over by wardrobe and makeup personnel.

“Jessica!” John called out. A pretty woman across the room with curly shoulder length brown hair looked over at them from the camera she was checking. “Could you come here for a minute?” She nodded, handed the camera to another woman, and came over to them. Ashley figured she was also in her mid thirties, with a very well toned and sexy figure.

“Ashley Long, this is my business partner, Jessica Beaumont.” Jessica smiled and extended a hand, which Ashley shook.

“You must be the girl John spoke to me about this morning,” she said in friendly, but businesslike voice. Her eyes scanned her curves before settling on her face. “Yes, very nice,” she said, brushing a stray strand of honey colored hair from Ashley’s cheek. “Have you ever done any modeling before?” Ashley shook her head, a little uncomfortable with a stranger touching her in that manner.

“I told her we’d have to take a few shots before we commit to anything. Just to see how she does in front of the camera,” John interjected. Jessica nodded, studying Ashley’s face. Her eyes dropped to her large breasts for a moment before once more going back up to meet hers.

She went over to a table and selected a camera from several lying on it, then returned to where they waited, still checking it over. She pointed toward a set with a love seat and a white background.

“Let’s try a few shots, Ashley. Just stand in front of the screen and follow my directions.”

John excused himself and went back to his office while Jessica adjusted some lights around the set. She posed Ashley in several different positions, having her make certain facial expressions; laughing, surprised, stuff like that.

After about half an hour, she put her camera down and turned off the lights. “That should be enough,” she said with a smile. She gestured toward a couch and they sat down. “Did you have fun?”

Ashley twisted her hands together nervously on her lap. “Well, at first I was pretty nervous, but yeah, it was kinda fun.”

Jessica patted her leg. “Good. I think you did very good. You have a beautiful smile and take direction well.” She paused and Ashley sensed she wanted to tell her something else, but was hesitating. After a moment, Jessica leaned closer to her. “Have you ever considered . . . posing nude? Because you have a beautiful body.”

Ashley stared at her, not believing what she was asking. She managed to gather herself together enough to stammer, “N . . .no! I couldn’t . . .”

Jessica patted her leg again and smiled. “I was just asking if you’d ever considered it. I know you could make a lot of money doing nudes, much more than regular jobs would pay. I just wanted to make you aware of the opportunity, in case you were interested.” She stood up, but Ashley remained seated, her mind working on what Jessica had just told her. She could certainly use a little extra cash!

She looked up at her. “How . . . how much more could I make?”

Jessica sat back down next to her. “Well, that depends. For straight nude portraits, the kind of pictures you see in Playboy, you could probably expect to make about two hundred per session. That is, if we can find a buyer.” She looked over Ashley’s pretty face and voluptuous figure. “Which in your case won’t be a problem,” she added with a grin. “And if you become popular, you might make a little more than that.”

Ashley sighed dejectedly. “That’s not much for taking off my clothes.”

Jessica had lit up a cigarette and exhaled a long stream of smoke. She nodded. “True.” She watched a long haired brunette posing for a shampoo ad. “But if you do more . . . sexy poses, you can make a lot more. Maybe five hundred.”

Ashley looked at her, her interest piqued. “Five hundred dollars. For one session?” Jessica nodded, still watching the photo shoot and not meeting her eyes. Ashley’s eyes narrowed and she eyed Jessica suspiciously. “What exactly do you mean by ‘more sexy poses’?”

Jessica took one final drag and crushed out her cigarette. She turned to Ashley, her eyes fixing on the beautiful blonde’s. “They would be pictures of you having sex.”

Ashley stared at her for a moment, then looked around the room. While several girls were changing in plain view, no one was having sex. Or even having nude pictures taken.

Jessica anticipated her next question. “We don’t do those here. We have associates who do that for us.”

Ashley was caught in a turmoil of emotion. She really needed the money that those pictures would bring, but she couldn’t have sex in front of other people! Especially while they took pictures! And five hundred dollars didn’t seem like much for that kind of thing.

Finally, she looked over at Jessica. “I . . . I don’t know. That wasn’t what I had in mind when I called.”

Jessica nodded, an understanding smile on her lips. “I know, and like I said, I’m pretty sure we can use you as a regular model. Of course, I have to develop your test shots before I can say for sure. I just wanted to make you aware of some options.”

She stood up and this time Ashley did as well. They left the studio and went out to the reception area. “As soon as I get a look at these pictures, we’ll be in touch, ok?”

Ashley nodded, shook her hand, and went out into the hall. As she waited for the elevator, her mind raced. Could she take off her clothes for money? Would that make her a whore? And what about having sex for money! Wasn’t that the definition of a prostitute? She really needed to make some fast cash, but was this the only way?

These thoughts occupied her mind on the train ride home. So much so that she almost missed her stop. She opened the door to her apartment and stepped inside. Debbie was in the kitchen fixing a snack.

“Hey! There you are!” She held up a bologna sandwich. “Want one?”

Ashley nodded and sifted through the mail she hadn’t bothered to look at yesterday. She pulled out her Visa bill and grudgingly opened it. ‘Shit,’ she thought, and stuffed it back into the envelope. They wanted five hundred dollars by the end of the month or it was going to collections. She didn’t want to think about that right now.

Debbie came over to the table with two sandwiches and sat down. She looked up at Ashley’s crestfallen face, then glanced at the envelope in her hand. “Not good news, I take it?”

Ashley slumped into a chair with a sigh. “Nothing new,” she said, tossing the envelope onto the table.

Debbie put her sandwich down. “You know I would gladly loan you some money, Ash, but I’m barely scraping by myself.”

Ashley gave her a wan smile. “I know. And thanks.”

In an effort to change the subject, Debbie grinned at her over her sandwich. “So, where were you? Did you decide to stay somewhere else last night?” She winked at her.

“Will you cut it out!” Ashley replied, grinning back at her.

“Well then, where were you all afternoon?”

Ashley retrieved the newspaper from the recycle bin and showed her the ad. Debbie glanced up at her, eyebrows raised. “A model, huh? Well you certainly look the part!”

Ashley sat back down opposite her. “They took some test pictures. They seemed optimistic about being able to use me.”

Debbie reached out and gripped her hand on the table. “Really? That’s great!”

Ashley nodded. “The money’s not that great to start, but it’s something.” She paused. “They told me I could make a lot more if I did . . . some nude shots.”

Debbie laughed. “The horny old bastard probably took one look at you and wanted to get into your pants! That’s the oldest line in the book!”

Ashley chuckled. “It was a woman, though.” A thought suddenly occurred to her. “You don’t think . . .”

Debbie grinned and shrugged. “Who knows?”

Ashley considered this, then shook her head. “No, it can’t be. She said they don’t do those shoots there. Someone else does it for them.”

“Can you make a lot more doing nudes?” Debbie asked as she carried their empty plates to the sink.

“A little more, but she said that if I do . . . sex scenes, I can make five hundred per session.” Debbie almost dropped the plates into the sink. She turned around slowly to face Ashley, her mouth open.

“You’re not even considering that, I hope!”

Ashley shook her head, but was no longer sure herself. The money was just too enticing to turn it down flat. “No, but I am thinking about the nudes,” she lied, staring at the Visa bill on the table. “I could really use the cash.”

Debbie shook her head. “I know I couldn’t do it. All those people there, taking pictures. And then there’s the perverts who’ll be drooling over your pictures while whacking off!” She shuddered. “Gives me the creeps just thinking about it!”

Ashley nodded but didn’t reply. Her eyes once again drifted to the envelope on the table. She was going to have to give this some serious thought.

Chapter 3

The following Friday, Ashley was sitting on the couch, her eyes closed as she tried to unwind after yet another mind-numbing day at work. She sat in the quiet of the evening with only one lamp on. The only sounds were the never-ending rush of honking traffic five stories down, but she had grown used to that and it barely registered as noise anymore. Debbie had gone out for dinner and drinks with some friends, but Ashley had begged off, claiming she had a headache. The truth was, she was flat broke, as usual.

She started when the phone rang, the shrill ringing sounding like a fire alarm in the quiet stillness of the dimly lit room. She considered letting the machine answer it, but changed her mind and picked it up on the fourth ring.

“Hello?”

“Ashley? It’s John Waters.”

She was suddenly fully alert. “Oh, hi, John.” They made small talk for a few moments, then John got straight to the point.

“The reason I’m calling is that Jessica brought me your pictures today and I must say, they’re pretty damn good!” Ashley’s heart raced. “Could you come down so we can discuss where you want to go from here?”

They made an appointment to meet the next morning and Ashley hung the phone up, her hand shaking as she cradled the receiver. She had been thinking about what to do all week and she had finally made her decision. She just hoped she had the guts to go through with it.

At nine am the next day she was sitting in John’s office with him and Jessica. Her photos were spread out on his huge desk and Jessica was speaking. “Your head shots are great. You have the perfect face for modeling.” The tone of her voice told Ashley there was a ‘but’ coming. “But,” Jessica continued, “the problem is your breasts.”

Ashley turned a confused expression in her direction and Jessica took a deep breath. “Let me explain. Basically, your chest is too big. People want to see Miss Average in the types of ads we do, not a Playboy centerfold.” Ashley’s face fell. She had tried not to get her hopes up all week, but after John’s encouraging call last evening, this wasn’t the response she had been expecting.

Jessica noted her downcast expression. “Don’t get me wrong, Ashley. We can still use you for face and head shots, but unfortunately that limits how much we can use you.”

John sat quietly behind his desk, watching Ashley closely, but not trying to intercede. This was Jessica’s territory, and she was good at it. Jessica leaned against the edge of the desk, facing Ashley. For a moment, no one spoke. Jessica looked down at the scattered pictures.

“Have you given any thought to what we discussed last week?” she asked. She looked back up to Ashley. “I’m pretty sure your larger than average bra size would be an asset in that field.”

Ashley inhaled deeply, which only served to accentuate her large breasts. She was prepared for this; her decision made. She looked over at John, who was still seated behind his desk and stroking his chin as he watched her and Jessica. Then her gaze moved up to meet Jessica’s eyes.

“Actually, I have.” She paused, then continued, her eyes dropping to her hands folded in her lap. “I’ve decided to try some nudes, but not . . . the other.”

Jessica nodded, her eyes watching Ashley. John opened a drawer and pulled out another release form, which he passed over to Jessica. “Ok. We’ll have to take a few more test shots first, just to make sure you have no scars or other disfigurements. Are you ok with that?”

Ashley raised her head back up and nodded. Jessica smiled and passed her the release form. “This is a standard release like you signed last time, only this one specifies that you consent to us taking nude portraits. Please read it carefully and sign at the bottom.”

Ashley read the document, which was almost identical to the last one, with the changes Jessica mentioned. She signed at the bottom, her hand shaking and slightly distorting her signature.

Jessica pushed away from the desk and Ashley stood up, her heart beating rapidly. Jessica gestured toward the door. “This way, honey. There’s a private studio we can use.

They left John in his office and went through a door across the hall. They entered another studio, but this one was much smaller; no bigger than her bedroom. There was no one else there and there were no makeup tables or wardrobe racks filled with clothes. There was only a bed, several lights on tall poles with what looked like little black umbrellas around them, and several different styles of backdrops hanging behind the couch.

Jessica turned on the lights and asked Ashley to stand in front of the bed. Ashley moved nervously under the glare of the hot lights while Jessica held a light meter next to her, adjusting the lights until she was satisfied. She picked up a camera from a small table and looked up at Ashley, who was standing under the lights with her arms folded, looking like she might bolt from the room at any second.

“Ok,” Jessica said with a warm smile. “Let’s just start with some pictures of you clothed, then I want you to do a sort of strip-tease. Can you do that?”

Ashley wasn’t even certain that she could move at this point, but she managed to nod her head. “I . . . I think so,” she murmured in a voice just above a whisper.

Jessica set the camera down and went over to her, placing a reassuring hand on her arm. “Just try to relax and have fun. It’s just the two of us here and no one will disturb us. I even locked the door to be sure.”

She moved Ashley over next to the bed and stepped back behind the lights. Ashley stood there, suddenly feeling very self-conscious in her tight mini-skirt and halter top. She wore a white cotton blouse as well, unbuttoned more than halfway. Jessica turned on a fan, causing Ashley’s long, golden hair to blow slightly. Her loosely buttoned blouse caught the breeze, billowing and fluttering across her firm tits. Jessica quickly snapped a few shots.

“All right. Slowly unbutton and remove your blouse. Flirt with the camera, honey!”

Ashley did as she was asked. Her large breasts strained at the halter top, the nipples leaving bumps in the fabric.

“Good, good!” Jessica said, still snapping pictures. “Now, slowly raise your skirt a little further up your legs . . . perfect!” The camera whirred and clicked. “Keep your eyes on the camera!”

Ashley was beginning to relax a little. She moved her hands seductively along her torso, then leaned over the bed, looking back at Jessica and exposing her white thong panties. Jessica licked her lips and continued to shoot. Christ, this girl was hot!

She looked up. “Ok, honey. Let’s get serious. I want you to start taking off your top. Do it slowly, ok?”

Ashley took a deep breath. This was it. There was no going back if she did this. She placed a hand on one shoulder strap and slipped it off, then did the same to the other. She held the top up with one hand and looked up at Jessica. She gave her a nod and Ashley slowly lifted her top over her head, exposing her firm tits.

Jessica watched intently, absently clicking off shots while staring at the nicest pair of tits she had seen in some time. The hard nipples were as big as her pinkie finger and almost half an inch long. The areolae were a darker brown and nearly two inches in diameter.

Ashley freed the garment from her long hair and tossed it aside, her hair blowing in the breeze from the fan. The sight of this topless beauty took Jessica’s breath away. She quickly regained her composure and began snapping of pictures rapidly, the camera whirring continually. She didn’t want to miss anything.

Ashley seemed very nervous, unsure of how to pose or what to do with her hands. “Just touch them,” Jessica said in a low voice. Ashley moved her hands to her huge tits and gently caressed them, her hands shaking slightly. Her hair blew across her bare chest, strands of it teasing her hard nipples.

“Beautiful,” Jessica whispered to herself. She snapped several more shots until Ashley seemed to relax a little, then said, “Ok, now the skirt.”

Ashley tensed at this and Jessica stopped shooting. She smiled warmly at the pretty blonde. “There’s no need to be nervous, Ashley. I’m the only one here, remember?” She set her camera down and went over to her. “Besides,” she said as she moved a strand of hair from her face, “if you want to make a career of this, you’re going to be naked in front of strangers all the time. And it will get easier.” She smiled again and Ashley found herself returning it.

“You’re right,” she said with a sigh. She began to unfasten her skirt. Jessica picked up her discarded blouse and passed it to her.

“Here,” she said. “Put this back on, but leave it unbuttoned.”

Ashley wriggled out of her tight skirt and Jessica sucked in her breath at the sight of her in just her white thong panties. She felt herself getting wet at the thought of being naked under the covers with this gorgeous creature. And John, too, of course!

Ashley pulled her blouse back over her naked breasts, leaving it unbuttoned as instructed. Jessica placed her on the bed on her on her knees, with her legs open slightly. She adjusted her blouse so that it covered her nipples and hung suggestively between her legs, allowing just a glimpse of her skimpy thong.

“Perfect!” she exclaimed as she backed away to get her camera. “Don’t move a muscle!” She clicked off several more shots from different angles.

Ashley obediently held her position until Jessica told her she could move. At Jessica’s direction, she leaned forward onto her arms. Her huge tits fell from the blouse and Jessica continued shooting while Ashley removed the blouse completely. She checked her camera.

“Time to reload. You can relax for a few minutes.”

Ashley sat on the edge of the bed with her arms folded over her breasts while Jessica put a fresh roll of film in the camera. She glanced over at her. “You are very photogenic, Ashley. And very sexy!” Ashley felt her face getting red. Jessica chuckled and closed the back of the camera. “No need to be embarrassed. If you’ve got it, flaunt it!” She held up the camera. “Ok, ready for the big finale?”

Ashley took a deep breath and nodded. “I think so.”

Jessica gave her a reassuring smile. “Ok. Just have fun and forget I’m here. Pretend you’re all alone in your bedroom and just go for it.” She motioned for the nearly naked blonde to stand. “Slowly take off your thong. Remember to keep looking at the camera. Pretend I’m someone you really want to turn on.”

Ashley began to slowly lower her skimpy thong, all the while trying to look sexily toward Jessica. She kept taking pictures while Ashley pulled her thong down and off, then stood up. Jessica caught her breath as her perfect naked body was revealed to her. Her milky skin seemed to glow under the soft lights, accentuating every curve. Her small, clean shaven pussy was perfectly symmetrical, with delicate lips that begged to be tasted; no, savored before delving into the tender pink flesh inside.

Jessica unconsciously licked her lips and swallowed. “Very nice,” she breathed, then forced herself to look up into Ashley’s face. “Now, I want you to touch yourself, like you’re all alone and thinking about your dream guy.”

Ashley stared at her. “Y . . .you want me to . . . get myself off?!”

Jessica shrugged. “Sure. If you want to. Or just make it look like you are. Feel your tits; rub your pussy; whatever you want. Just make it real sexy, ok?”

Ashley, already nervous about being here naked with a woman she barely knew, frowned. “I . . . I don’t think I can do that. Can’t you just . . . take some pictures of me like . . .” she spread her arms to give Jessica an unobstructed view of her nude body.

Jessica lowered the camera. “People want more than that these days. They want sex.” She paused as Ashley thought it over. Sensing that she wasn’t going to touch herself, she quickly said, “Tell you what. For now, I’ll just take a few nude shots so we can shop you around. But to make it in this business, you’re going need some sexier shots. That’s what sells.”

Ashley seemed to relax a little and Jessica resumed shooting. “Ok,” Ashley said with a nervous smile. “I’ll try.” Jessica nodded to the bed.

“Ok, then. Show me what you’ve got!” Ashley posed for more pictures while Jessica finished the roll of film. She even managed to touch her tits and pussy for a couple of shots.

Jessica finished up, set her camera down and went over to her. Ashley had gathered her clothing but hadn’t started to get dressed yet. Jessica came up behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder, causing her to jump.

“Sorry, Jessica,” she said with a slight smile. “You startled me.”

Jessica began to gently massage Ashley’s bare shoulders. Ashley closed her eyes and paused, still holding her thong, enjoying Jessica’s tender caress. “Mmmm, that feels good!” she murmured.

Jessica moved her long hair to one side and continued her sensual massage down Ashley’s back, then slipped her hands around her waist. Ashley had been enjoying the massage, but when Jessica’s hands went around her waist, she automatically placed her hands on them, stopping her from going any further.

“Uh, what are you doing?” she asked, as she tried to pull away.

Jessica leaned in closer and whispered, “You are so beautiful, Ashley!” She kissed her neck and Ashley spun around, one arm across her breasts while she held the thong to her pussy with the other. Her eyes were wide as she stared at Jessica, who sighed and gave her a disappointed smile. “I’m sorry, Ashley. It’s just that I find you very sexy and I was hoping you might like me. I didn’t mean to freak you out.”

Ashley stared at her for a long moment, then began to get dressed when Jessica went over to get her camera from the table. She turned back to her as Ashley was adjusting her top over her massive tits.

“I hope this won’t ruin our business relationship. I meant it when I said you can do well in this business.”

Ashley finished dressing without answering, or even meeting her gaze. Finally she turned to Jessica. “Is that why you wanted to photograph me nude? So you could seduce me?” Her voice was firm and instilled all the anger she could muster, which in truth, wasn’t much. She just wasn’t the confrontational type.

Jessica was shaking her head. “No, no, not at all. I mean, you’re very attractive and I just had to try, but that’s not why I wanted to photograph you. And I am sorry. I promise it’ll never happen again.” She gave her an apologetic smile and held out her hand.

After a brief pause, Ashley took it.

“No hard feelings?” Ashley managed a smile and shook her head. She had been hit on by women before, but never while she was naked and it had thrown her. She felt her initial anger fading, to be replaced by curiosity.

“But, you’re John’s fiancé . . . does he know that you . . .”

Jessica smiled. “Like women?” She nodded. “He knows. And he’s usually there when I get together with someone.” She saw the look of surprise on Ashley’s face and chuckled. “You should try it sometime! It’s very erotic!”

She opened the door and ushered Ashley into the hall, then out to the lobby. “I’ll show these pictures to one of our associates and if he likes them, we’ll be in touch.” She winked and grinned. “And I know he’ll love them so don’t worry!”

They said their goodbyes and Ashley left the lobby. Jessica sighed as the door closed behind her. That hot little vixen had gotten her so worked up that she needed a release . . . right now. She went back down the hall and tapped lightly on John’s office door before letting herself in. He looked up from his desk as she closed and locked the door behind her, her fingers already unbuttoning her top.

Chapter 4

Bob Johnston let out a low whistle as he flipped through the photos Jessica and John had selected to show him. They sat across from him on a leather couch in his spacious and well appointed office. The walls were lined with several adult film awards and pictures of his star actresses. He leaned back in the other matching couch and looked over at them.

“Wow!” he exclaimed, nodding toward the pictures. “This girl’s got it!”

Jessica smiled and nodded. “I know. I knew you’d love her.”

“Love her? What’s not to love? She’s fucking gorgeous! And that rack!” He scanned a closeup of her with her fingers poised at her pussy, her eyes closed in a look of absolute contentment. “What will she do?”

Jessica and John exchanged a look, then John said, “Well, that’s the problem. She’s a little shy. Just getting those pictures took a lot of time and effort.”

He paused and Jessica spoke up. “I was able to convince her to touch herself, but she wouldn’t masturbate. I even tried hitting on her after we’d finished and she turned me down flat.”

Bob frowned and glanced up from the pictures. “Jealous boyfriend?”

John shook his head. “No, no boyfriend. And her parents are both dead. They died in a car accident when she was fifteen. She was raised in foster homes since then - no family.”

Bob returned his gaze to the pictures of the blonde bombshell. “Damn! This girl could be a star if we could get her into a couple of movies. With her looks, she wouldn’t even have to do any anal scenes.” He glanced up at the them. “But don’t tell her that.”

Jessica and John both nodded. “I think she’s having money problems,” John offered. “She was always asking me how much she could be paid. When I said that nudes would pay more than regular shots, she went for it.”

Bob nodded absently, his attention back on Ashley’s pictures. After a moment, he looked up. “Why don’t you let me talk to her? I’ll give her a tour, introduce her to the other actors, maybe let her sit in on a shoot. How much did you tell her she could get for these?” He held up the pictures.

“I told her maybe five hundred, and that would be for sex shots,” Jessica told him. Bob nodded and stood up. Jessica and John also stood and they all shook hands.

“Let me talk to her and I’ll let you know what happens,” Bob said.

After they left, Bob went over to his desk and dialed the number on Ashley’s contact sheet. It was answered on the fourth ring.

“Hello?” The voice was high and sweet, almost like that of a young girl.

“Hello. Could I speak to Ashley Long, please?"

“Speaking.” The voice changed, becoming a little apprehensive.

“Hi Ashley,” Bob said in his most genial tone. “My name is Bob Johnston. I’m a business associate of John and Jessica. Do you have a few minutes?”

Ashley’s grip tightened on the receiver. “Uh, sure,” she replied, swallowing a nervous lump.

“I’m looking at some of your nudes and I must say I’m very impressed. Would it be possible to meet with you and discuss some of your options?” Ashley closed her eyes and took a deep breath before replying. It was a little disconcerting knowing the stranger on the other end of the phone was looking at her naked pictures.

“Wh . . . what kind of options?” She asked, trying to keep her voice even.

“Well, that depends on you, and how much money you want to make. We can take more shots like this and you can make a little extra pocket money, some sexier ones that may pay a little more, or you can make some real money.”

Ashley’s grip on the phone was turning her knuckles white. “R . . . real money?” What the hell did he mean by that?

“Movies, my dear. You would be perfect for my movies,” his pleasant voice replied. Ashley felt her stomach tighten. “And you could make a lot of money in a very short time.”

Ashley was about to say no, but the mention of money made her pause. “I . . . I don’t . . .”

Bob interrupted her. “Look, why don’t we meet and discuss this face to face. I hate talking on the phone about something this important.”

Ashley hesitated, then picked up a pencil. “Ok, what’s the address?” As she jotted it down, she wondered if she was getting in over her head. She decided that it wouldn’t hurt to look into it further. She could always say no, right?

She agreed to meet him at four pm the following day, hung up the phone, and sat back on the couch clutching a small pillow to her chest. The TV was still on, but she wasn’t watching it, her thoughts a million miles away.

Chapter 5

The next afternoon at ten minutes past four, Ashley stood on the sidewalk looking at the door of the building that matched the address Bob had given her. She had been standing there for almost fifteen minutes, trying to decide if she should go in. People were walking past, the crowd parting to go around her like water around a concrete piling as she stood immobile on the sidewalk.

A petite brunette walked up to the doors, and gave her a quick once-over before smiling and going inside. This seemed to break her trance and she walked over to the doors, quickly following the pretty brunette inside before she had a chance to change her mind.

From the main lobby, she located the ground floor suite and stepped through the door into a tastefully decorate reception room. There were several comfortable looking chairs along the walls and a large oak desk at one end next to a wood paneled door. There was no one in the room or at the desk and Ashley turned to leave, losing her nerve.

She heard the door open behind her and a woman’s voice asked, “Can I help you?”

Ashley turned to see a pretty Asian woman smiling at her from behind the desk. “I . . .uh, . . . I have an appointment with Mr Johnston. I’m afraid I’m a little late,” she responded, trying to cover her nervousness with an uneasy smile.

The woman checked an appointment book on the desk and looked back up at her, the same warm smile on her pretty face. “You must be Ms. Long.” Ashley nodded. “Bob’s been expecting you. Come with me, please.”

Ashley hesitated while the woman held the wood paneled door open, then took a deep breath and went through it into a short hallway. The woman closed the door behind them and led her down the hall. She found her eyes drifting down to the woman’s slender hips as they swayed under her tight knee length skirt. Ever since Jessica had hit on her she couldn’t seem to get the thought of sex with a woman out of her head.

She stopped in front of a door, knocked twice, then opened it and poked her head in. “Bob? Ms Long is here,” she said into the open doorway.

“Send her in, Cheryl!” a voice boomed from the office.

Cheryl smiled at Ashley and motioned for her to go inside. She stepped into the office. Bob came around from behind his large mahogany desk, hand extended, his handsome face lit up in a welcoming smile.

“Ashley! Come in! Have a seat!” He waved toward one of the leather couches. As she sat down gingerly on the edge of it, he asked, “Can I get you something? Coffee, soda, water?” She shook her head.

“No, thank you,” she replied in a low voice. Bob turned to Cheryl.

“Thank you Cheryl. You can go home now if you like.” Cheryl nodded her thanks and left them alone.

Bob sat down opposite her on the other couch and smiled again, his eyes moving over her sexy body. She had purposely dressed casually in comfortable jeans and a loose-fitting blouse, not wanting to appear too eager. While his smile was friendly, she still found his gaze a little too intimate, like he was undressing her with his eyes, which she was sure he was.

He met her eyes, smiled, and leaned back on the couch, throwing one arm over the back of it. “Your pictures don’t do you justice, Ashley,” he said. Feeling self-conscious under his penetrating eyes, she blushed a little but didn’t reply, averting her eyes downward. “So tell me, why are you here?”

She looked back up at him, a puzzled expression on her face. “You . . . you asked me to come down here.”

He chuckled and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “No, I mean what made you decide to get into the adult film business?”

Feeling a little foolish for misunderstanding his question, Ashley forced a smile and shrugged. “You told me I could make more money.” She looked up at him, her blue eyes locking on his for just a few seconds before she looked away. “But I haven’t said that I would do it.”

Bob ignored her last sentence. “Yes, you could make money. A lot of money.” He locked his eyes on hers. “If you qualify.” Ashley gave him a questioning look. From their phone conversation, she had assumed that she had already ‘qualified’.

Bob leaned back, stroking his chin. “What I mean is, you would have to audition. Of course,” he spread his hands out toward her, “you’re obviously very beautiful, but we would need to see how you . . . perform.” He smiled, sensing her trepidation. She looked toward the door for a long moment and he thought for a few seconds she was just going to get up and leave. She looked back up at him and nodded.

“Of course,” she said in a small voice. “Um, just how much money is ‘a lot’?”

He smiled. “It always comes down to money!” he said with a chuckle. “Well, some of my top girls are earning close to six figures. Of course, that takes a year or two. But let’s just say that I can almost guarantee you will earn at least double what you’re making now to start.” Ashley’s jaw dropped. “So, would you like to give it a try?”

She didn’t answer right away, then slowly nodded. For that kind of money, who cares if people see you fucking on film!

“All right then,” he said as he stood up and went back behind his desk. “First, I have to ask if you have any STDs or other problems that would inhibit your working in this business.” She shook her head and he made a few notes on a yellow legal pad. “We will have to conduct medical tests to be certain.” He glanced up at her and smiled. “Company policy,” he added. “Now,” he said as he put the pen down and fixed her with a serious gaze. “I need to know what you will or won’t do.”

Ashley took a deep breath. “Have you ever had sex with another woman?” She shook her head. “Would you be willing to?”

Ashley paused, thinking it over. It wasn’t something she hadn’t thought about whenever she saw a particularly beautiful woman, like when she watched Cheryl’s ass out in the hall. And then there was Jessica’s advances. She could understand why men found women attractive, but she never had the nerve to actually do something about it. After all, she wasn’t gay. Of that she was certain. Women were attractive, sexy even. But she definitely relished a good roll in the hay with a thick cock between her legs!

She looked up at Bob. “I . . . I think so,” she replied nervously. “At least I’ll try.”

He gave her his disarming smile once again. “That’s all I can ask of you,” he said, jotting down some more notes. “Because if you weren’t willing to, then I’m afraid I can’t use you.”

Ashley gave him a determined look. “Then I’ll try harder,” she stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

He chuckled and shook his head. “That’s the spirit!” His face turned serious once more. “Now, what about group sex? With three or more people.”

She inhaled sharply. “I’ve never considered that,” she said thoughtfully. Then it occurred to her that she had just agreed to try lesbian sex while being filmed. What difference did it make if there was more than one other participant? “Sure, I guess.”

Bob made more notes. “What about anal?” he asked before looking up at her. When he did finally look up, her look was a mixture of astonishment and fear.

“You mean would I let someone . . .” Her voice trailed off. She couldn’t even say it. Bob smiled, stood up and came around to the front of the desk. He leaned against it and he spoke in a fatherly tone.

“Look, it isn’t a must-do. Some people are into it and some aren’t. I will tell you that the money is better if you do. For example, a shoot with anal would pay a newcomer like you say . . . three grand, where you would only get maybe two without it. It’s entirely up to you, but I need to know so we can set up your shoots.” He could read in her face and eyes that she didn’t want to do it and he certainly didn’t want her to walk out. “Why don’t we just say ‘no’ for now. If you change your mind later, great. If not . . .” He shrugged and smiled. “ . . .no big deal.” She returned his smile, her large chest heaving as she breathed an obvious sigh of relief.

“Ok,” she said. “I’ll think about it.” He reached out for her hand and she took it, allowing him to pull her to her feet.

“Ok, then.” He looked at his watch. “We’re doing a shoot right now. It should be wrapping up soon, but we can go over and watch if you like. Kind of give you a feel for what we do and show you that we’re professionals.” Ashley nodded and she felt her pussy leak a little at just the thought of watching someone having sex right in front of her. Maybe it had been too long since she’d gotten laid.

They left the office and stepped into the hall. Bob continued his sales pitch. “I know the reputation for adult film producers is, well, sleazy. I want you to see how we treat our actors, and all members of our production crew for that matter.” He opened a door and stood aside so she could enter. “We’re all just one big family here.”

Ashley stepped through the door and was astonished to see a huge, and very professional looking sound stage. It rose up two stories and included lights, sets, costumes, several cameras, and maybe a dozen stage crew and camera people gathered around a threesome going at it on a couch under the bright lights.

Ashley immediately focused on the threesome and recognized the girl as the one she had seen enter the building before she did. She was on her knees with her hands gripping the arm of the couch. One man was pounding her doggie-style while she sucked on another man’s huge cock! Ashley watched in stunned silence as she continued to be double-holed for a few more minutes.

Suddenly, the man fucking her pulled out and she swung around to sit on the couch. Both men moved in so that their cocks were pointed at her open mouth and they each jerked off until they came all over her face. Some landed in her mouth and she sucked each cock in turn, allowing the cum to dribble from her mouth and drip onto her tits.

Someone yelled, “Cut!” and Ashley looked over at a dark haired bearded man who seemed to be in charge. “Ok, everyone, that’s a wrap for today. Enjoy the rest of the weekend and I’ll see you on Monday!”

The bright lights were shut off and the men pulled bathrobes over their naked bodies. The woman laughed with one of the stage hands who passed her a towel to wipe the gobs of white cum from her face and body. She also slipped into a robe and got up, walking toward some doors over to Ashley’s right.

“Monique!” Bob called out.

The girl stopped, then came over to them. “Hi, Bob,” the woman said, smiling sweetly. Her eyes took in Ashley’s body, then she smiled at her.

“Monique, this is Ashley. She’s thinking about joining our little family,” Bob said. Monique shook her hand.

“Wow, I hope I get to work with you!” she said with a wink and a grin.

“I wouldn’t mind that myself,” a male voice said from behind them.

Ashley turned to see one of the men from the scene with Monique, the man who was fucking her when they walked in. He was tall, well toned, and had dirty blonde hair. Ashley could feel the sexuality rolling off of him. He smiled and extended a huge hand.

“I’m Mark,” he said. Bob introduced Ashley to the tall, handsome porn star and Ashley could feel her knees weakening at his touch. Someone across the room, a leggy redhead, called out to Mark and he excused himself. He went over to her and she wrapped an arm around him. They disappeared through one of the doors, which Ashley correctly assumed were dressing room, or in this case, un-dressing rooms.

A woman with a clipboard and a set of headphones around her neck came over and whispered something to Bob. “Ok, I’ll be right there,” he told her. He turned to Ashley and Monique as she scurried away. “I have to take care of something. Monique, could you show Ashley around and answer any questions she might have? I’ll only be a few minutes.”

Monique took Ashley’s hand. “Sure, boss! Happy to!” Before Ashley could say anything, the sexy brunette was leading her over to the set where several stage hands were cleaning up the drying cum and dismantling the set. Monique pointed here and there, describing different aspects of the set and the production process. Ashley listened with interest, but her mind kept replaying the scene where Monique had taken a double hit of cum in the face. When Monique finally ran out of steam and asked if she had any questions, Ashley hesitated. Monique sat down on one of the makeup chairs and indicated for her to sit in the one next to it.

“Ask me anything,” she said. “After three years in this business, you aren’t going to shock me!”

Ashley grinned sheepishly. “Why did you . . . let them shoot their . . .” She gestured toward the couch where Monique had been filming earlier.

“Ah!” she replied, understanding what Ashley was trying to ask her. “It’s kind of a porn movie standard. You know, the guy shoots his load into your face and the pervs who buy this shit get off on it, wondering if you’ll swallow or spit. You get used to it.”

“So every scene ends like that?” Ashley had never had anyone do that to her before. Sure, she’d given her fair share of blow-jobs, but no one had ever cum in her mouth or face.

Monique nodded. “Uh-huh. Except the girl on girl shoots, of course.”

Ashley nodded, looking down. “What’s that like? I mean, isn’t it weird . . . with another girl?” She looked back up at Monique, her eyes following the graceful lines of her shapely legs that were visible under the robe while she sat before settling once more on her warm, brown eyes.

Monique looked surprised. “You’ve never done it with a woman?” Ashley shook her head. “Well, it’s great. I mean, I still like guys, but I like women almost as much. It’s better in some ways because a woman understands what you need, where to touch you, and when you don’t want to be touched.” Ashley thought for a moment. It made sense, in a weird sort of way.

Just then, Bob returned. “So, has Monique answered all of your questions?”

Ashley nodded. “Yes, at least all that I could think to ask her. I have so many I don’t know where to start.”

Monique laughed. “Don’t worry, honey, you’ll figure it out!” She leaned over and took Ashley’s hand again. “And I meant what I said about working with you!” She stood up and gave her and Bob each a peck on the cheek, then walked over to the dressing rooms and went into one. They both watched her go, her long, sexy body swaying sensually under the white terrycloth robe.

Bob turned to Ashley after the door closed. “So, when can you come in for your audition?” Ashley took a deep breath. She had so many questions that she didn’t even know how to ask. As if sensing her mood, Bob put a comforting hand on her shoulder. “I’m not trying to rush you, Ashley. Take your time.”

He excused himself when a member of the crew called to him and went over to talk with him. Ashley looked around the cavernous studio and wondered if she could do this. Monique, Mark, and the other actors all seemed comfortable in their roles. Everyone was professional and treated it like a job, not the intimate act Ashley perceived it as.

That got her wondering if doing this would totally change her feelings about sex. Would she ever be able to have a warm, loving relationship with anyone after doing this or would it just turn into another day on the job.

She sat there for fifteen or twenty minutes watching the crew working while this and many other thoughts crowded her mind. She didn’t notice Bob and Monique in a hushed conversation next to the dressing rooms. Monique had showered and changed back into the clothes she had worn when she arrived.

“Just take her out somewhere, on me,” Bob was saying to her as he passed her a few hundred dollars. “She’s scared and nervous but I know she can do this. Maybe if she gets a little experience off-set first, she’ll do better when the cameras are on.”

Monique nibbled on her lower lip and raised her eyebrows. “You want me to seduce her?” She looked over at Ashley, who was still staring off into space, lost in the turmoil of her own thoughts.

Bob nodded. “She’s never been with another woman, or had a threesome. If you could . . . arrange for her to try both - tonight, I know she’ll be better on set. If you can’t talk her into it . . .” He sighed and glanced over at Ashley. “. . . then I’m just wasting my time on her.”

Monique grinned and pocketed the wad of cash he offered her. “I’d love to!” She licked her lips and gazed across the room at the gorgeous blonde. “She is so sexy! I can’t wait to get her in bed!”

Bob shook his head, chuckling softly. He gave Monique a quick peck on the lips. “Just don’t scare her off, ok? We don’t want to lose her.”

Monique patted his arm and turned toward Ashley. “Don’t worry, boss. I’ll be gentle!”

Bob wandered back over to where Ashley sat. She watched him approach and he could tell by her ashen expression that she hadn’t yet reached her decision. He smiled broadly. “So, have you made up your mind?”

Before Ashley could reply, Monique moved up next to Bob. “Hey, Ashley. I’m going down to Mixers. Wanna come along? My treat!” Mixers was a trendy nightclub in the downtown club district, one of the places where you had to be someone to get in without waiting for hours in a long lineup. Ashley had always wanted to go there, but it was too expensive. Of course, there would be plenty of guys offering to buy her drinks, but it just seemed like such a hassle to wait in line all that time only so you could be seen in the popular night spot.

She looked over at the petite brunette and nodded, eyes wide. “Really?”

Monique nodded. “Come on! I know the bouncer. We won’t have to wait in line!” She winked mischievously. “Job perks!”

Ashley glanced over at Bob, who smiled and nodded. “Go on, have some fun. Maybe Monique can answer some more of your questions. Just give me a call in a day or two and let me know what you decided.” They said goodbye to Bob and went out to the street where Monique waited to wave down a cab.

“Shit!” Ashley exclaimed, looking down at her jeans, cowboy boots, and loose white blouse. “I can’t go to a place like Mixers dressed like this!”

Monique laughed as a cab pulled up to the curb. “No problem. We’ll stop at your place and you can change first.” Ashley climbed into the cab with her and gave the driver her address. It took them about twenty minutes to reach her building and Monique passed some bills to the driver and asked him to wait.

They went up to her apartment and she found a miniskirt and sexy pink camisole that Monique insisted she wear. It was a gift from Dave and she had only worn it once for him. Reluctantly, she slipped it on, grabbed a short leather jacket, and they went back down to the cab.

Half an hour later, the cab pulled up in front of the popular club. There were two very large and stoic men in black jeans and t-shirts standing by the door, arms folded over their massive chests, while a long line of people stretched down the block. Monique paid the driver and they alighted from the cab near the front of the line. They could hear and feel the music, the powerful bass beat thumping through the brick walls of the building. Monique walked quickly up to one of the bouncers with Ashley in tow.

“Hi, Michael!” she said to him, smiling sexily. He looked at them and the faintest trace of a smile played along his lips.

“Hey, Monique,” he said, his eyes moving to Ashley. “Who’s your friend?” Monique

pulled her forward. “She’s a new co-worker. Made her first movie today!”

Ashley opened her mouth to say something, then closed it and smiled at the huge man. “Hi, Michael,” she said, holding out her hand. “I’m Ashley.”

He looked her up and down, then in a move that surprised her, he took her hand and raised it to his lips. “Nice to meet you, Ashley,” he said in a surprisingly gentle tone. “I look forward to seeing your movie.”

He undid the velvet rope to let them pass, to the hoots and complaints from several people who had been waiting in line for a long time. He ignored their protests, refastened the velvet rope, and resumed his position with his arms folded across his chest.

As they made their way through the vestibule toward the interior of the crowded club, Ashley leaned closer. “Did he let us in because he thinks we’re both . . .”

“Porn stars,” Monique finished for her. “He knows I am because he’s seen all of my movies.” She gave her a stern look. “So you better not make a liar out of me, sweetie!” Ashley’s face fell and Monique’s frown turned into a grin. “Relax, Ash! I’m only kidding!”

They arrived at the double doors that led into the club, the music even louder here. “Just follow my lead,” Monique said. “There are tables at the back that are reserved for VIPs - and that’s us. So just stay close to me and act like you belong there and no one will question you.”

Ashley was nervous about going into the trendy nightclub, especially to the VIP section, but she nodded and gripped Monique’s hand. “Ok, let’s go!”

Chapter 6

They pulled the doors open and were met with a seething crowd of people, all dancing and swaying to the constant, teeth-rattling bass beat and high energy dance music. Lights flashed everywhere and they were constantly jostled and pushed by the crowd of sweaty, inebriated dancers. A DJ spun records in an elevated booth at one end and that was the direction Monique seemed to be tugging her in. They were almost separated more than once as one of them was pulled in one direction when the movement of the dancers shifted. Ashley had become completely disoriented in the throng of bodies that pushed and pulled her in every way possible. Somehow, she managed to keep hold of Monique’s hand and they finally reached another roped off section that was guarded by several more big bouncers, all dressed in the same attire as the two outside.

Once again, Monique spoke to one of them. He had to lean over so she could yell into his ear, gesturing toward Ashley. With the loud music, Ashley had no idea what she told him, but assumed it was the same half-truth she had used on Michael. Whatever she said, he stood aside so they could pass. They went up two flights of five steps and emerged onto a raised section filled with booths and tables.

Most of the seats were taken, some by people Ashley recognized immediately from TV, movies, and CD covers. Other people weren’t so instantly recognizable but must have some clout to be allowed into this exclusive area.

Monique went over to a table and began talking with the people sitting there. They were behind the main speakers so the music wasn’t quite as loud here as it had been out on the main floor, but she still couldn’t hear what Monique and her friends were saying. Monique gestured for her to sit down and she found herself sitting next to a guy she recognized from a band that had a popular record a few years back. She couldn’t quite place his name, but he smiled at her and nodded hello.

She looked across the table and was surprised to see Mark, the actor from the movie Monique had been in, sitting there talking to a pretty girl, but not the same redhead he had gone off with at the studio. This one was blonde and Ashley thought she looked familiar, but couldn’t place her. They appeared to be getting very cozy with one another. He looked across the table at her when she sat down and raised his drink in her direction, winking at her. Ashley smiled back uncertainly.

Looking around the booth she saw one man who she didn’t recognize who was leaning back in his seat with his eyes closed. She was wondering if he was sick or in some kind of pain when she caught the glimpse of brown hair moving up and down over the edge of the table in his lap. She gasped when she realized what was happening, unable to pull her eyes away. The man placed his hands on the head in his lap, holding it in place and his expression became more intense. A moment later, he removed his hands from the head and a pretty young woman sat up, wiping the corners of her mouth. The man noticed Ashley watching him and winked at her, a broad smile on his face. The woman averted her eyes, then got up and headed toward the ladies room. Ashley couldn’t believe what had just happened in front of her, and everyone else in the crowded club, but no one else at the table paid any mind. The man who had just been on the receiving end of the woman’s oral attentions was laughing and joking with the man on his right as if nothing unusual had just happened.

She felt a hand on her arm and turned to see Monique smiling at her. She slid a tall glass with some amber colored drink in it in front of her, indicating for her to drink it. She smiled wanly and took a sip. It tasted good, something with whiskey in it, she thought. She nodded a thank you to Monique and took another sip.

Monique smiled at her and began talking to the man on her right, someone from a sit-com she had seen a few times, but didn’t watch regularly. His name was Mike or Mitch, she couldn’t remember, but as they talked they both kept glancing over at her and it was starting to make her more nervous.

She felt a hand on her thigh and looked up to the guy she was sitting beside, the one from the rock band. He smiled at her and winked. Unsure of what she should do, she allowed him to leave his hand there, but when it inched up to the hem of her short skirt, she placed her own hand on it and pushed it away. The man gave her a hurt look, then laughed and ordered them both another drink from a passing waitress. Unlike the main section of the club, there seemed to always be a waitress nearby here ready to take your order.

About twenty minutes later, the man on her right was deep in conversation with a pretty redhead on the other side who Ashley supposed was a little more receptive to his advances. There was no one on her left and Monique got up and slid in next to her.

“Having fun!?” she shouted over the loud music. Ashley shrugged and offered her a slight smile. Monique looked around. “I guess it’s not the best place to talk, is it?” Ashley’s smile widened a little and she shook her head. She was finished her second drink and another one had appeared before her. She was starting to feel more relaxed, but wasn’t really having fun sitting here in the loud club with a bunch of people she didn’t know.

Monique held out her closed hand and indicated that she had something for her in it. Ashley held up her hand and Monique dropped two little white pills into it. She looked at them, then up to the pretty brunette with an inquiring stare. Monique laughed and produced two more of the same pills, which she promptly swallowed. She made a ‘see, nothing to it’ gesture and motioned for Ashley to do the same.

She looked down at the two tiny white pills in the palm of her hand, then back to Monique. Sensing her trepidation, Monique leaned closer and said into her ear, “Go ahead! It’s only E!”

Ashley, not up on drug culture in the city, only gave her a blank look in response. Monique rolled her eyes and leaned in again.

“Ecstacy! It’ll make you feel great! Try it!” Monique fixed her with a ‘I wouldn’t give you anything bad’ look and after a moment’s hesitation, Ashley swallowed the pills. Monique grinned, and got up to go out on the dance floor. She motioned for Ashley to join her, but she was already too self-conscious in this foreign environment and simply shook her head. Monique feigned a hurt look, shrugged and bounced off with a couple she had been talking with. Ashley watched her go, wondering if she would ever fit in with this crowd.

A few minutes later, the brunette who had given the blow-job earlier slid in next to her and started a conversation. Her name was Julie and she was also in the adult film business. Ashley wondered how many other women in the VIP section were porn stars and if they were here just to keep the celebrity customers happy. Julie seemed very nice, and maybe a little drunk. But Ashley was now on her fourth drink and was feeling no pain herself, although she had taken to sipping on them, not wanting to lose control. She was feeling more relaxed, almost euphoric, and wondered if it was the pills Monique had given her earlier.

She was curious about what Julie had done earlier under the table and wanted to ask her why she had done that in such a public place, but decided it probably wasn’t a subject for polite conversation. She was starting to like Julie, who couldn’t have been much older than she was. Monique returned shortly and leaned down to Ashley.

“Come on. I need to use the ladies room.” Ashley realized that it was time for her to go as well and needed no further urging. She followed Monique across the room to the washroom at the rear.

They were checking their makeup in the mirror and Ashley was really beginning to feel good. And very aroused. Monique fixed her hair, then went over and stood behind her, placing her hands on Ashley’s shoulders.

“How are you doing?” Her fingers were touching the skin on Ashley’s neck and she quivered at her touch.

“Great!” She replied, turning around, a broad grin on her face. “Those pills are starting to kick in, I think. All I know is I feel wonderful!”

Monique laughed. “I thought you’d like it.”

They moved toward the door and Monique spoke again. “You seem to be making a few friends.” Julie was really the only person she had spoken more than a few words to, but she nodded. “Jared and Michelle, the couple I went to the dance floor with, invited us back to their place for drinks and . . .” She grinned and spread her hands. “ . . . whatever. Want to come?”

Ashley considered this. The ‘whatever’ Monique mentioned no doubt referred to some type of sexual encounter. And the way she was feeling right now, that sounded damn good!

She nodded. “Sure, I guess.”

Monique beamed. “Great! I’ll go tell them and we can get out of here!”

They went back out into the noisy club and took their seats. Ashley watched as Monique conferred with Jared and Michelle, who kept stealing glances in her direction.

Jared was blonde and reminded Ashley of a surfer with his handsome face and tanned skin. Michelle was a petite girl that seemed to be of Asian or Polynesian descent. She had long dark, straight hair and almost black almond shaped eyes that sparkled when she smiled. Ashley felt a stong attraction to both of them.

Chapter 7

By the time they got up to leave by a private rear door, they were joined by Julie and a tall dark haired man Ashley knew only as Jason. They stepped out of the noisy and smoke filled club into a dark alley where a long black limo waited.

As Ashley piled in and squeezed onto the side seat between Jason and Julie, she looked around the interior of the car. She had never been in a limo before and she was amazed at how much room there was inside it. The soft leather of the seat felt sensual under her bare legs and Julie and Jason’s bodies were pressed to hers in a way she found exhilarating. Normally she would feel uncomfortable in such close quarters with people she had just met, but tonight she relished their closeness, almost craved it. Jared and Michelle passed around flutes of champagne from the limo’s bar and they all joked and laughed on the way to their home.

Ashley found it refreshing to actually be able to hear the conversation, which wasn’t possible in the cacophony of the club. She found out that Jared was a record producer and he and Michelle lived in a large home just outside the city. It would take about half an hour to get there.

Monique produced some more Ecstacy and they all had another hit. Ashley swallowed it without hesitating. She loved the way it made her feel and she wanted the feeling to last.

Julie leaned forward to talk to Monique, resting her hand on Ashley’s knee. When she sat back, her hand remained and Ashley made no effort to remove it. She looked over at the pretty brunette and smiled. Julie smiled back and slid her hand a little higher, causing Ashley’s pussy to leak a little. She left her hand there until the limo pulled into the long, tree-lined drive to Jared and Michelle’s house.

When the house finally came into view, Ashley’s eyes grew wide. It was a large stone home, a mansion, in her view, with two large columns supporting a portico over the front door. The driver pulled around the circular brick driveway and stopped in front of the door. The door opened and they all piled out. As they walked up to the massive oak doors, Julie slipped her hand into Ashley’s.

They entered into a spacious foyer with a ceiling that reached all the way to the second floor rafters. Elegant tile lined the floors and the walls were tastefully decorated with several paintings.

Jared and Michelle led them down a few short steps and down a hall into a large room filled with couches, chairs and tables. A bar was at one end and a huge flat panel TV was on the opposite wall. Large floor to ceiling windows looked out onto a stone patio with a large pool, all lit by unseen floodlights.

Michelle went over to a panel on the wall while Jared made himself comfortable behind the bar, taking everyone’s orders for drinks. Ashley and Julie sat on one of the couches and began chatting about the luxurious surrounding. She had the distinct impression that this wasn’t Julie’s first visit here.

Monique walked over a few minutes later with a drink that resembled the ones Ashley had been having at Mixers. One sip confirmed that it was indeed the same drink. Monique told her it was called a Long Island Iced Tea and that this one was a little stronger than the ones they had been served at the club.

Soft music filled the room, the volume at a comfortable level for conversation. Jason sat down on a chair opposite the couch the girls were sitting on and loosened his tie. He held up his drink in a toast. “Just want to say thanks to our hosts for their warm hospitality!” he said as Jared and Michelle came over. Everyone raised their glasses and thanked them.

Jared waved their accolades off and sat in another chair facing the couch. Michelle perched on his lap, her miniskirt riding high and giving everyone a glimpse of her black lace panties under it. She was slender and short, maybe five feet, and had a small set of tits that somehow seemed perfect on her tiny body. Ashley couldn’t guess her age; she could easily pass for fifteen, but her demeanor suggested she was probably in her mid twenties.

“So Ashley,” Jared said, sipping on his drink. His other hand rested on Michelle’s thigh, just under her skirt. “How long have you been working for Bob? I can’t remember seeing you in any movies.”

Michelle rolled her eyes. “And he’s seen every one, trust me!”

Jared laughed and moved his hand up to her small breasts, squeezing one fondly. “Yours are still my favorites, baby!”

Michelle giggled and gently removed his hand, moving it back down to her thigh but placing it a little higher up. Jared’s fingers caressed her inner thigh next to the crease where her black panties met her inner thighs. They both looked at Ashley, as did everyone else, waiting for her answer.

Before she could reply, Monique spoke up. “Actually, she’s brand new. Bob just hired her today.” A murmur of comprehension rippled through the room.

“So you haven’t done anything yet,” Jason said, more of a statement than a question. Ashley looked down, a little embarrassed to have her sexual naivete the topic of conversation.

Once again, Monique came to her rescue. “No.” she said, glancing at Ashley with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “Actually, she doesn’t have much experience for our line of work so Bob asked me to take her out tonight and show her a good time.”

Ashley shot her a querulous look. She had no idea this evening was all Bob’s doing.

“Well I think we can help you out there,” Jared replied, smiling warmly. Julie snuggled closer and Ashley suddenly felt very vulnerable. She was still enjoying the closeness of Julie’s sexy body and hadn’t given the fact that she was a woman a second thought until now. She need human contact; sexual contact, of any kind and right now a warm body was a warm body, male or female. But the six sets of eyes on her were making her a little uneasy.

Monique stood up, taking the attention off of her, and walked slowly over to Jason, each step exaggerating her sexuality. She smiled down at him, then dropped to her knees at his feet. Without saying a word to him, she slid her hands along his legs until they reached his crotch. Still looking into his eyes, she began to rub her hands seductively over the growing bulge in his pants. Everyone watched her with amused expressions except Ashley, who while curious, was stunned at her new friend’s behavior. It appeared that she was about to witness yet another live sex act, her third of the day! She realized of course that Monique was used to performing in front of people, but that was work, on a set. This was a completely different situation!

As Monique’s hands began to unfasten his pants, Ashley felt warm breath on her ear, then soft lips nibbling on her earlobe. She knew it was Julie, but made no move to stop her or pull away. Her tongue felt delicious on her sensitive skin and she watched in wonder as Monique slipped her hand inside Jason’s pants and pulled out his semi-erect cock.

“Does that turn you on?” Julie whispered, moving her hand to Ashley’s thigh and gently stroking back and forth.

Ashley didn’t reply, but continued to watch as Monique stroked his cock a few times, then lowered her face to it and took almost the entire thing into her mouth. Jason inhaled sharply and leaned back as Monique began to bob her head up and down.

Julie’s lips moved from her ear to her neck, where she began kissing her softly, causing shivers of sensual delight to flow through her. She caught movement out of the corner of her eyes and looked over to see Michelle and Jared kissing hungrily while Jared’s hand rubbed her pussy over her sexy panties. Julie placed her other hand on Ashley’s cheek and turned her face to her. She smiled warmly, her eyes sparkling. Before Ashley realized what was happening, Julie’s lips were on hers, her tongue probing at her soft lips. Ashley, hungry for any kind of sexual contact, parted her lips and allowed Julie’s warm wet tongue into her mouth. As they kissed, Julie’s hand slid further up her thigh, under her skirt. Ashley could feel her fingers teasing her damp pussy over her cotton panties and sighed into her mouth, moaning softly. She discovered that it had indeed been too long and she wanted this; no, she needed this, and decided to go with the evening’s events, wherever they may lead. She put her hand on Julie’s face and drove her tongue hungrily into her mouth while Julie’s fingers pressed harder against her now fully aroused pussy.

Meanwhile, Michelle gotten up from Jared’s lap. He also stood up and she dropped to her knees before him, her small hands quickly undoing his pants and yanking them and his shorts down to his ankles. His stiff, seven inch cock pointed straight out and she wasted no time in grasping it and sucking the whole thing into her small mouth. Jared sighed and rested his hands on her head as she began to bob back and forth on it, murmuring in pleasure.

Julie moved her hand from Ashley’s face down to her ample tits and teased each one with her fingers, rubbing her areolae over her silk camisole until her nipples were hard as a rock and so sensitive that the slightest touch made her gasp in pleasure.

She broke of their passionate kiss and stood up, pulling Ashley with her. They embraced and kissed again while Julie’s hands roamed over her back and down to her tight ass, where she kneaded her cheeks. Julie once again broke off the kiss and removed Ashley’s jacket. She grinned and reached up under Ashley’s short skirt, grasped her panties, and with a consensual nod from Ashley, worked them down her long, shapely legs. As she knelt down to pull them off, Ashley looked around at what the others were doing.

Monique had removed her top and was still sucking and licking on Jason’s long, stiff cock, her firm B cups hanging slightly as she knelt over him. While she couldn’t be certain without a closer look, Ashley was sure it was as big as Mark’s had been when she saw it at the studio that afternoon.

Jared had removed his shirt and was stepping out of his pants while Michelle continued to slurp and suck on his cock. She was still fully clothed, but Ashley was sure that would soon change.

Julie finished removing Ashley’s panties and stood up, taking a deep sniff of them before dropping them to the floor. She gently pushed her back to a sitting position, then knelt at her feet and pushed her knees apart. Ashley watched as the sexy brunette kissed along her bare thighs until she reached the hem of her skirt. She pushed it up and continued her kisses until she reached as far as she could. She gestured for Ashley to lift up from the couch, then slid the miniskirt up past her buttocks. She grinned up at her and licked her lips as she took in the full view of Ashley’s beautiful clean-shaven pussy.

She watched as Julie lowered her head between her legs and gasped in pleasure when her warm, wet tongue touched her sensitive pussy for the first time. As Julie continued to slowly lick her wet slit, she began to tease her nipples over the silk camisole she was now glad Monique had insisted she wear. She wore a bra under it; her tits were simply too big to go braless, but it was a low cut strapless one made of soft silk. As she swirled her fingers over her engorged nipples, the combination of the soft material rubbing against them and Julie’s talented tongue were quickly pushing her to the brink of orgasm.

She squirmed under Julie’s attentions, her body lifting from the soft leather couch in an attempt to force Julie’s tongue deeper into the folds of her excited pussy. As her orgasm neared, she moved her hands to Julie’s head, holding it tightly to her drooling cunt. She threw her head back and closed her eyes as she began to feel the stirrings in her belly. Her entire body shook as she neared climax and she cried out when she finally came, still holding Julie’s head to her spasming pussy as her body jerked on the couch in the throes of a very intense orgasm.

When her orgasm finally eased, she pushed Julie away, her pussy now too sensitive for her tender touch. Reluctantly, Julie lifted her head from between her legs and leaned over her, kissing her passionately. Ashley could taste her slick juices on Julie’s lips and tongue, and wondered if Julie’s pussy would taste the same. It was something she had every intention of finding out.

They broke off the kiss after a few moments and Julie fell back next to her on the couch, watching the others. Her hand moved to her own tits and she began to tease her nipples as she watched Jared pull Michelle to her feet and start removing her clothes.

Ashley had regained some of her composure and was working up the courage to return Julie’s oral favors when Julie stood up and moved over to Michelle and Jared, tugging her tight top over her head as she did. She wore no bra and her firm and full C cups spilled out, jiggling sensually with each step. Michelle had her back to her as Jared unbuttoned her shirt and slipped it from her small shoulders. Without a word, Julie stepped up behind the tiny girl and began massaging her shoulders, leaning down to plant kisses on her soft, dark skin. Michelle tilted her head back, her long, shiny hair moving sensuously across the skin of her back and falling all the way to the top of her black leather miniskirt. Julie’s hands moved to the button of her skirt and unfastened it. The small garment fell in a pile at her feet and she deftly stepped out of it. Ashley could now see that her black panties were actually a thong. The twin globes of Michelle’s small ass wriggled suggestively as she stepped from her skirt.

Jared had bent over so he could suck on her tits and Julie’s hands immediately gripped the spaghetti string of her thong and sipped it from the crack of her ass and down her slender legs. She lifted her feet so Julie could remove it while cradling Jared’s head to her breasts. Jared lifted his head after a few moments and they both turned to Julie, who still wore her skirt. Michelle stood up on her toes and kissed the spicy brunette, then began suckling on her tits while Jared kissed her. His hands sought out and released the button of her skirt, then he lowered the zipper. It dropped to floor and Julie stood naked with them. She hadn’t worn underwear.

Jared took their hands and led them back to the couch. He sat down and pulled Michelle up onto the couch so that she faced him, then he moved her up more so that her pussy was at his face. He dove in, licking and sucking on her wet twat. She threw her head back in pleasure, sighing as his tongue teased her tiny twat. Julie knelt at his feet and took his stiff cock into her mouth, her long hair spilling across his naked thighs.

Meanwhile, Monique stood up and allowed Jason to remove her skirt. She wore a pair of sexy red panties under it, which he admired for maybe two seconds before they too were lying on the floor. Monique noticed Ashley alone on the couch watching the other three and disengaged Jason’s probing hands with a smile a nod in Ashley’s direction.

She came over and stood next to Ashley, who turned to look up at the beautiful naked woman. Monique held out her hand and smiled. Ashley returned her smile and took her hand. Monique led the buxom blonde back over to where Jason waited, then kissed her. Ashley, well beyond any misgivings about kissing another girl, returned her warm, tender kiss with passion, her hands roaming over Monique’s firm body.

Jason watched them with great interest, removing his shirt. The girls pulled apart and Monique looked down at Ashley’s still clothed body and made a ‘tsk, tsk’ sound. She grinned and lifted Ashley’s pink camisole over her head, tossing it to the floor. Without pausing, she undid her skirt and let it drop.

Ashley looked down at her body in just her bra, then to Monique’s naked body. Without hesitation, she reached behind her back and released her bra. Jason gasped audibly as her large and firm double D cups were finally exposed to him. Her rock hard nipples protruded almost half an inch from her large, dark brown areolae and he couldn’t help but stare. Monique found herself staring, as well.
“My god, Ash! Those are beautiful!” she breathed, meeting her eyes. Ashley blushed but said nothing.

Monique brought her hand to her tit and Ashley closed her eyes. “You are beautiful! What a body!” Ashley felt a hand on her thigh and looked down to see Jason leaning forward to reach them. They moved closer to him and his hand slipped between Ashley’s legs, his fingers slipping over her still wet and very sensitive labia.

She sighed and closed her eyes as he pushed one, then two fingers into her tight hole. The feel of his fingers inside her, touching the tender walls of her vagina, reminded her that it had been many months since a man had been inside her and she found herself wanting to fuck him - right now.

She turned to him and looked down at his fully hard, nine inch cock, then up to his eyes. Monique watched while her sexually naive charge straddled Jason’s legs and pressed the tip of his long, thick cock to her opening. Ashley placed her hands on his shoulders, her tits swaying just inches from his face, and slowly impaled herself on the hard phallus.

She closed her eyes as his thick meat penetrated her like no one had before; going deeper into her and touching areas that had never experienced the touch of a hard cock. As their pubic bones finally met, she settled down on him, the feeling like nothing she had ever felt before.

Jason looked up at her, but couldn’t see her face for her massive breasts. Taking full advantage of his situation, he took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked hard on it while she began to move up and down slowly on him.

Monique knelt on the couch next to Jason and watched as Ashley’s face contorted in pleasure as his thick shaft moved in and out of her tight pussy. She moaned every time he penetrated her and licked her dry lips. He would suck on one tit for a few seconds, then switch to the other one, trying to give each of the massive melons equal time while trying to control his urge to cum inside this hot, tight, blonde that was riding him.

Monique watched Ashley’s face as she slowly fucked him. Her expression was one of complete and utter erotic pleasure. She was holding nothing back. Monique knew that if she could pull this off in front of the cameras, this girl was going to be a big star. With her astonishing good looks, perfect body, combined with the passion and sexuality that practically oozed from her pores, she was a natural.

She wasn’t jealous; not at all. Maybe a little envious, but what normal person wouldn’t be? True, there was some competition between girls in the sex business, but there were also some close friendships. Ashley was one of those girls you couldn’t help but like. She was sweet, honest, and had a personality that enticed people to want to be with her. That was a rare thing in this business.

Ashley’s moans interrupted her thoughts and pulled her from her reverie. She was moving faster now and Jason was grunting, thrusting up to meet her down strokes. Ashley was gripping his shoulders tight, her eyes clenched shut and the tendons in her neck were taught. Her upper body was flushed red and she was rocking back and forth, then sliding up and down Jason’s long, hard pole. On instinct, Monique leaned over and kissed her. Ashley responded, but her concentration was clearly focused on her impending orgasm.

Jason’s moans increased. “Oh, shit, baby! I’m almost there!” His voice was strained as he fought to keep his orgasm at bay for as long as he could.

Ashley only increased her speed. “Oh, yeah!” she gasped. “Cum with me! I’m so close!” Her jaw was set and her words came through tightly clenched teeth. Monique watched as they moved quickly toward a huge, simultaneous orgasm, wishing like hell she was filming this.

Finally, Jason’s body stiffened and he groaned, forcing his cock all the way into Ashley’s velvet soft cunt and holding it there. Ashley felt his hot cum splash against the walls of her pussy and her orgasm enveloped her. Her pussy clamped down on Jason’s cock, squeezing it so tight that he wouldn’t have been able to pull it free even if he had wanted to. She lowered her head and squeezed his shoulders, her fingers leaving red welts on his skin. He didn’t care; didn’t even feel it as his cock tried to force his hot seed into Ashley’s pussy. It felt like he climaxed for several minutes because of her tight grip on his cock, although it was only a few seconds.

Ashley threw her head back, her long hair flying back, and her mouth open in a silent cry of ecstacy. She groaned and her body shook, jerking spasmodically as her orgasm released and her tight grip on Jason’s member eased, allowing him the total release he so desperately sought. They held each other, shuddering and twitching as several strong aftershocks surged through their bodies, before finally collapsing in a panting, sweaty heap into each other’s arms.

Ashley lay there for a long time before she heard a slow clapping from someone standing next to them, then more clapping as everyone else who had been watching her fuck this guy nearly to death joined in.

“Bravo!” Jared called out. “I can’t wait for your first movie, baby!”

This was followed by much laughter and Ashley opened her eyes. She looked down into Jason’s eyes and grinned. He pulled her face to his and kissed her, long and passionately.

“That was without a doubt the best fuck I’ve ever had!” he exclaimed, his face beaded with sweat.

Ashley grinned, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. “You’re . . . not so bad . . . yourself!” she gasped.

She shifted on his shrinking member and felt a flood of warm cum ooze from her cunt. Jason felt it, too and looked up at her. “I, uh . . . think you’re leaking,” he whispered in a conspiratorial voice.

Ashley giggled and raised herself up, allowing his now semi hard, but still impressive, cock to fall from her slippery pussy. A gush of their combined fluids flowed out at the same time. Anticipating the situation, Michelle had a towel ready and handed it to Ashley. She passed another one to Jason and they dabbed the sticky goo from their bodies.

Monique came up behind her and hugged her. “Honey, if you can perform like that for the cameras, you’re going to be a star!” Ashley blushed as they all chimed in, everyone agreeing whole-heartedly.

She looked over at Monique, the exhaustion she felt evident on her pretty face. “I’m beat. Could you take me home now?”

Monique smiled and nodded, much to the dismay of the others, who had all hoped to have a romp with the gorgeous blonde. Julie touched her arm. “Would you mind some company?”

Ashley looked at the beautiful naked woman and smiled, nodding. She hadn’t forgotten her pledge to return Julie’s oral favors. “Sure, Julie. But I should warn you, I have a room mate.”

Julie leaned closer, a wicked smile on her face, and whispered, “Is she as cute as you are?”

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