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Glamour

By: VirtualScott



This is a Deirdre tribute story I originally posted to ASSTR back in the late 1990s. Enjoy!

"Oh, Simone, I know just the thing!"

I was talking with Moira about my anniversary and what I might get for Kyle. Suddenly she dashed off to her bedroom to fetch something, leaving me to wonder what it might be. She returned with a framed picture and triumphantly presented it to me. It was a picture of her wearing some scandalously revealing lingerie!

I just sat there and stared. The picture appeared to be very professionally done, and her pose didn't quite reveal anything, but still... I blushed, imagining myself in Moira's place -- it didn't take much effort, we look so much alike people are always mistaking us for sisters.

"You'd look so good, Simone! You know Kyle would love a picture of you like this!" I did take good care of myself, and Kyle would like it, but I couldn't imagine posing for some stranger dressed like that. Somehow Moira talked me into it anyway, and even had me call that very day for a sitting time -- the next day at 2. I was surprised when she too made an appointment for herself the following Thursday at 4; she just smiled at my inquiry.

Well, I was really nervous when I arrived at the studio for my sitting. The receptionist showed me into one of the sitting rooms and told me the photographer would be with me shortly. I had barely started looking around when this girl breezed into the room. "Hi, Simone. My name is Naomi and I'm your photographer. Do you see anything you like?"

For some reason I had assumed the photographer would be a man. Moira hadn't said anything about it. I suppose I should have been relieved that I wouldn't have to pose in front of a man, but instead I felt embarrassment. Naomi was so young and good-looking, I was sure to look old and dumpy next to her.

Naomi gave me an appraising look and a brilliant smile. "Your first time?" I managed a small nod. "Don't worry, you be great! Now let's find something for you to wear, shall we?" Hesitantly, I fingered one of the filmy gowns hanging on the rack. "Oh no, Simone," she objected, "I don't think that would suit you at all. Here, let me show you why." She took off her top and cutoffs right in front of me! All she was wearing was this tiny thong underneath!

I was gasping in surprise, but Naomi just took the gown and slid it over her head. "See?" she said. "Even with your bust, the fall would be all wrong." We were about the same height, but her breasts were smaller than mine. She pinched the material over her nipples and pulled it away from her body to show the basic effect; it did look rather dumpy. "Eeech! We can definitely do better, don't you think?"

She slipped out of the gown as quickly as she'd donned it, then guided me to some more promising selections. Naomi's nearly naked body right next to me was very distracting, and she seemed to have a good idea of what she wanted, so I found myself deferring to her suggestions. Finally she picked out a baby-doll outfit and a bra and panty set for me.

"Come on, Simone, let's get you ready!" I was surprised to see her walk out the door in only her panties, but maybe nobody else was in the back of the studio. I hurriedly grabbed my things and followed. Instead of the dressing room I was expecting, she led me into a small salon.

"Just put your clothes over there and have a seat," she said. I deposited the lingerie as directed, but hadn't taken a second step towards the chair before she stopped me. "All your clothes, Simone. There'll be a lot more of you showing than there is now, and we want all of it to look scrumptious, don't we?" I was embarrassed, but she seemed so matter-of-fact about it... Soon I was seated in front of the mirrors, covered only by a plastic bib, as Naomi worked on my hair.

She chattered on about how great I'd look, but all I could concentrate on was the sight of her trim breasts, capped by hard little nipples, passing right in front of my face and the cool air wafting across my legs and bare belly. I'm sure that was the only reason my nipples got hard. After a trim, shampoo, drying and styling Naomi removed the bib and I thought she was done, but she said she was only getting started!

Before I could say anything, she started rubbing creme on my arms and picked up a razor. She proceeded to shave every inch of my arms, and then my armpits too. Then she started on my legs! She was so methodical, checking closely as she worked up their length, that I could feel her breath on my smooth skin. I know it was totally inappropriate, but I couldn't help thinking of Kyle and getting a little excited. Then Naomi said she need to trim my pubes too! She made me spread my legs, and I was worried she would see my wetness and think I was attracted to women! But she didn't say a word as she trimmed me until only a narrow, close-cropped patch remained.

Again my hopes for a quick, graceful exit were dashed. Naomi began applying some scented lotion to help soothe my skin where she'd shaved. It turned out she wanted to rub it in even where she hadn't shaved, too -- "so you won't look 'uneven'" she explained. I had to stand up so she could do my back and behind, and she finished with my tummy and breasts! I was so confused, it felt better than with Kyle, but this was another woman! When she went to apply nail polish, Naomi had to start with my toes because I was shaking so much. I was so glad when she misinterpreted my tension and reassured me how beautiful I was and how well she knew the pictures would turn out, and that there was nothing to worry about.

The last stage of my ordeal was the worst. Naomi started applying my face, but stopped and apologized that she was afraid of getting it crooked. She asked if she could get closer, to be sure of doing a good job. I couldn't imagine what she had in mind and just wanted to be out of the chair, so of course I agreed. She sat right down in my lap! She was straddling me and wriggled until she was comfortable, then resumed her work. I felt her breath on my face, and her breasts brushing mine, and thought of the times Kyle and I had made love like this -- with me in Naomi's position, of course. My mind went blank.

Finally I was free to don the baby-doll and we went back down the hall to the sitting room. After what I'd just gone through, posing wasn't difficult at all. Even when we got to the G-string and half-bra set, which was much racier than I had originally planned on. I just followed Naomi's instructions and listened to her complement me on how well I was doing. Then she asked me to do some nude poses! Well, things were going so well and she'd already seen every inch of my body, so I agreed. Naomi was also very considerate about posing me tastefully.

I thought Naomi had used several rolls of film by now, which was a lot more than I expected, but I decided she was just playing it safe and making sure I got at least a few really nice shots. She was reloading the camera when she asked me if I would pose with another woman! I suddenly realized Naomi was still wearing only her thong and I got nervous again. It was difficult to refuse and Naomi looked disappointed, but she said she understood. Just the same, it was a relief to climb into my regular clothes again.

Naomi said I could wait for the pictures to be developed, but I realized it was already much later than I'd planned and I'd need to rush to be home for dinner. We walked out to the waiting area and Naomi arranged with the receptionist for me to view the contact sheets the next day.

Kyle was really impressed when he saw me made up that way. When we made it to bed and he saw how I'd been shaved and all, he went wild. I was really wound up too, and it was a long time before either of us fell asleep! But afterwards I found myself comparing his hairy chest to Naomi's smooth breasts. And I wanted to have a word with Moira for not warning me about the preparations for the pictures!

Things were very busy when I stopped by the studio. Apparently they did normal pictures here too, because a family with several small children was in the waiting area and the receptionist was at her wit's end trying to keep them from getting into things. She showed me into a little cubby off the hall behind her counter, and a minute later brought me a loose-leaf binder and a blank order form. She said she'd be back in a few minutes, then dashed back to her desk.

I flipped open the binder and paused, trying to remember the unfamiliar pose I saw. I realized it was Moira! Looking closer, it was clear we did look very much alike, especially made-up, and I could understand how the receptionist could make a mistake. I almost got up to tell her, but curiosity got the better of me and I flipped open a random page about halfway in. It was a close-up of Moira's face in profile -- she was pushing it into a woman's cunt! On the facing page, she was standing with legs spread and back arched, hands clasped behind her head. I could see a hand behind her -- it looked like it was pushing something into her rear hole! Moira? I couldn't believe it!

Right then the receptionist rushed up, spouting apologies, and confiscated the binder. She handed me a much thinner one and talked some more, but I didn't hear a word she said. Finally I flipped through my album and selected some very nice shots, include a nude for myself. But I couldn't get over Moira's pictures. I squirmed in my seat; it was too easy to visualize myself in her place.

After I paid for the prints, I was surprised to find myself asking the receptionist when she could schedule another sitting with Naomi! She gave me a funny smile, but after a moment said they could fit me in on Thursday at 4. The time sounded familiar, but my calendar was clear then, so I agreed.

I could hardly wait to show my pictures to Kyle! And I really wanted to talk to Moira -- who was that other woman? 

Glamour Model



Ivy Blake is a beautiful 20 year-old glamour model. One who has a whole lot to offer her fans - her breasts are a perfect size 34DD, with puffy, light pink nipples which almost always look erected and ready to be suckled on. Her tiny waist accentuates the curviness of her hips. Yet, her best feature was her round and plump ass which developed at a young age. It has always earned her lots of attention and satisfied her exhibitionist nature.

Even with such confidence, Ivy was nervous today. It was to be her first photoshoot with Penthouse, a major men's magazine famous across the world for producing quality pornographic pictorials. Ivy was thankful to be given this opportunity - she had waited 3 whole years for it.

She had arrived at the studio early after getting her hair and make-up done. When she reached the doorstep, she took a deep breath to calm herself down and knocked on the door.

To her surprise, a gorgeous man opened the door almost immediately.

"Hi, you must be Ivy, right?" the man smiled at her.

Ivy noticed the dimple on his left check and felt her heart flutter a little. She was a sucker for guys with dimples.

"Oh, yes. Yes, I am." she found herself stuttering involuntarily. "Ivy Blake. Nice to meet you."

"I'm Tom, the photographer in charge of your shoot today."

He extends a hand for a firm handshake. Ivy smiled shyly.

She was a even bigger sucker for strong men. As she followed Tom into the studio, she couldn't help but notice how lean he was. She had a feeling she was going to enjoy the shoot today. Usually, the photographers she works with would jump at the first chance to fuck her. She was aware of the effect she has on men so knowing that they get turned on so easily does not excite her. But the slut in her always obliged.

This time round, it was different. Ivy was having the hots for Tom and had wanted to seduce him. She wanted him to want her as badly as she wanted him. She could feel her nipples harden under the sheer black lace blouse she was wearing and was glad she had decided to go braless.

Tom was in for a treat.

Flicking her long flowing red hair behind her left ear, Ivy sat on a sofa beside Tom and asked coyly, "So... Shall we begin?" She crossed her legs and made sure they were raised just high enough for Tom to have a peek at her red satin panties under her short denim skirt.

Tom grinned and said, "Right away."

Ivy proceeded to gather her outfit for the shoot. It wasn't much of an outfit, considering how little it could cover - a pink chiffon camisole and a matching thong. She couldn't wait to get into them.

Very casually, Ivy started to peel off the blouse she was wearing. She could feel Tom's eyes trailing her fingers as they undid the buttons one by one. She knew she had shocked Tom a little by stripping right in front of him and was enjoying every moment of it.

Once the first two buttons came undone, her juicy breasts sprung out of the blouse, revealing her pink and erected nipples.

Ivy looked at them deliberately and said, "Oops, guess it's a little chilly in here."

Tom gulped at the sight of her heaving breasts. He could feel his cock start to harden...

Ivy went on to tease him. She removed her skirt and turned her back towards Tom so that he could see her round perky ass in the red satin panties, which have already gotten wet by now. Then, with a swift move, she removed it too.

Tom could not keep his cool any longer. He grabbed Ivy's breasts from behind, while pressing his hardened cock against her ass, "You're a real tease!"

Ivy was too turned on to reply. Tom was already rubbing his hands down to her shaven pussy.

"Ahhh... Smooth as silk."

Ivy let out a little purr.

Tom went on to slide his fingers down to her throbbing clit and felt a gush of fresh cum flow out of Ivy's pussy. "You're already wet, I see."

Ivy moaned with pleasure as he continued rubbing her.

"I have a feeling you can be even wetter." With that, Tom removed his pants and revealed a big, hardened cock which looked ready to explode.

Ivy did not want to hold back any longer. She bent down and started sucking Tom without hesitation. His cock felt warm and hard inside her mouth. She was pushing it in and out of her mouth faster and faster. She stopped only until she felt she was going to pass out from not being able to breathe. Then very gently, she looked up at Tom and licked his balls.

Tom was eager to return the favour too. He picked Ivy up and laid her down on the sofa. Spreading her long legs, he leaned in towards her pussy. Then, with an artful lick, he sent Ivy twitching with pleasure. He started circling her clit with the tip of his tongue and watched as she squirmed in pure delight. When he finally felt that she was wet enough, he inserted two fingers into her pussy.

"Please Tom, just fuck me NOW!!!" pleaded Ivy.

"I will."

He made her go on all fours and shoved his huge dick into her wet pussy. She leaned forward with the pressure and yelped like a little kitten.

Sensing her approval, Tom went faster and faster. He wrapped her arms around her precious chest and got even more turned on by her massive breasts which were moving up and down with every push that he made. He felt an an enormous swell and warned Ivy, "I'm gonna cum so hard, I tell you."

Ivy's only response was a feeble nod. Her knees felt weak with the impending climax.

Before she knew it, the orgasm exploded within her body. As Tom's thrusting slowed down and came to a stop, she felt her intensive senses overcoming her while his cock loaded her insides with hot jets of cum.

They collapsed onto the sofa and were unable to move for a while.

When Tom was finally able to catch his breath, he said, "That was good. You're a real pro."

With a naughty wink, Ivy replied, "Well, this was supposed to be my big break after all. Shall we continue with the unfinished business?" 



Glamour Model



Many thanks to jellybelly2 for all the hard work in editing and improving this story from a previous version. 

"Glamour Models Wanted 

"No Nudity 

"Natural bodies only." 

Tiffany had seen the online ad before, but this was the first time she read beyond the headline. It was one of those ads that popped up on the right side of the screen every once in a while when she was doing a search or looking at her email, one of those ads that she automatically ignored. For some reason, she looked at it today and read the whole thing. 

Below the three lines was an email address. Tiffany looked at the ad and wondered what "natural bodies only" meant. She figured they didn't want any breast or face enhancements, and that pleased her. She never talked about it, but she was secretly a little vain about her looks. She knew that she had a face that was cute, a body that was curvy and breasts that were a bit large for the rest of her. 

She didn't mind that at all, and she dressed in a way that emphasized her assets. It wasn't slutty, but neither was it modest. Mildly provocative was the way she thought of it. She got a lot of satisfaction from the way men's eyes moved toward her breasts and the way their heads jerked as she passed them so they could follow the motion of her rear. She also noticed that if she was with a man, he seemed to enjoy the silent attention she got from other men, especially since she wasn't a flirt and pretended to be oblivious to all the staring. 

She looked at the words again." Natural bodies only." Why did they care if there was no nudity? She clicked on something else on the page and the ad disappeared. 

A few days later, there it was again, and after wondering about it a moment, she sent an email asking for an explanation to the ad's address from one of the anonymous addresses she used for privacy. The reply was so fast that it must have been automatic. It said to please call and gave a local number. She didn't call and forgot about it until the ad came up again a few days later. 

This time she went back to her anonymous address inbox, found the number and called. A pleasant woman's voice answered and said, "Hello. How may I help you?" 

"I was reading your ad and wondered what you meant by natural bodies only?" 

"Are you interested in modeling?" 

"I was just curious." 

"Well, it means that you have never had any plastic surgery or other body enhancing surgery. It also means that you have no tattoos or piercings, and it means that you have never shaved any of your body hair. Do you qualify?" 

"Oh, now I understand. I don't qualify, because I shave my legs and under my arms." 

"That doesn't count," said the woman. "What we mean is have you ever had a bikini wax or shaved between your legs?" 

"Why would that matter if there's no nudity?" asked Tiffany.

"I can't tell you," said the woman. "All I can do on the phone is make an appointment if you want to ask questions in person. But we're very strict on that part, and it would be a waste of your time to set up an appointment if you didn't qualify. Do you qualify?" 

"What if I did?" said Tiffany. 

"If you qualify and are decent looking, we pay $1,000 for a two-hour session," said the woman. "I've got another call coming in. So if you qualify and are interested, please call me back. Nice talking to you." She hung up. 

Tiffany's mind was whirling. The $1,000 got her attention, because that amount would almost clean up her credit card debt. Over the last few years, the amount she carried had gone up bit by bit, and now each bill made her angry because she was barely paying the minimum and couldn't seem to reduce the amount owed. 

She thought about what she would have to do for the $1,000. Glamour modeling, but no nudity? she thought. She'd probably have to wear some sexy outfits, but they wouldn't be too skimpy, because otherwise her pubic hair would show. She knew she qualified, because she had never shaved between her legs. She worked out, but wasn't into sunbathing or swimming, so she didn't have to worry about bikinis. 

Some of her boyfriends were surprised the first time they were intimate. Except for one or two; they either didn't care, or else they really got into her look and it became a turn-on for them. She was even a little proud of how she could excite some of them just by spreading her legs apart slightly when she had no clothes on. 

She called back and the same lady answered. "Hi," Tiffany said, "it's me again. I do qualify. So what happens at the appointment?" 

"You'll be meeting with a man and me, and he'll explain exactly what we want you to do. Then if we like what we see and hear, we'll set up the modeling session. I can tell you that there won't be any pressure and that you will be able to leave whenever you want. You can also bring a girlfriend along to the interview. We don't want any boyfriends, because we've had problems with them in the past." 

"And there's no nudity?" Tiffany asked. 

"We're talking about a session for Wholesome Beauties Dot Com, which has no nudity," said the woman. "You can check it out online. It's a member's site, but you can see what it's all about without having the passcode. If you are really concerned, I can give you a temporary passcode that will last a few hours so you can go onto the whole site. Do you want to look at the site first, or should I go ahead and book the appointment?" 

"Okay, let's make the appointment," said Tiffany. "I can always cancel if I don't like what I see on the site." 

"Absolutely," said the lady. 

Tiffany took the elevator up to the 12th floor of the downtown high-rise and walked down the hallway until she found the office. There was a small waiting room and a receptionist who greeted her. A few minutes later, the receptionist said, "Mr. Smith will see you now," and ushered her into a medium-sized office with not much furniture. There was a desk and a few stuffed leather chairs facing it. Tiffany looked back and saw that the receptionist seemed to be locking the door to the hall before following her into the office and sitting down in one of the chairs. 

A man was standing at his desk and reaching his arm forward. "Hi Tiffany, I'm Edgar Smith," he said. "This is Jane Smidge, my associate." 

As Tiffany put out her hand, he gave it a friendly shake and then sat down. She sat down facing him, with Jane to the side of her. 

"Have you looked at the website?" was the first thing Smith said. 

"Yes," said Tiffany. "Is that the kind of modeling you want me to do?" 

"Right," he said. "The Wholesome Beauties members are looking for the girl next door who has a twinkle in her eye. She's a little flirty and shows a little leg in her miniskirt and a little cleavage in her scoop-neck top, but she's more sweet than slutty. The members are mostly men, but also some women, and they like a lot of variety. I don't think their thoughts are as pure and innocent as the models are supposed to be. Does that bother you?" 

"Oh no," said Tiffany. "But I noticed that the models don't undress. So why is it so important that they are natural?" 

"Jane and I do contracting for several websites," said Smith. "We decided when we started this business that we would interview our models only once in order to save time and money. It's part of our business plan, and it's worked very well for us. You either qualify for all the sites we do business with, or we don't hire you. So even though we're talking about Wholesome Beauties Dot Com, before we set up your modeling appointment, you will have to go into the dressing room through the door on your right. Jane will go with you.

"You will need to disrobe, and Jane will inspect you thoroughly. She will ask you to position yourself in some awkward ways and even have you use your hands to pull certain things apart so she can make sure that you have never done anything to your body. I'm sorry, but that's a requirement." He looked deeply into her eyes. 

"Wow!" said Tiffany. "I don't know. I've heard of people setting up secret cameras and things like that." 

"I understand your hesitation," said Smith. "We do everything upfront, and there is never any pressure. You are welcome to thoroughly inspect the dressing room first. On purpose, there is nothing in it except for a rod with a hangar to hang your clothes on, a light and a chair; all in the middle of the room, so it's easy for you to check out the walls, the ceiling, and the floors. We don't trick our models." He looked closely at her as he said this, and Tiffany also noticed Smidge was totally focused on her. 

The room was silent. This is going to be weird, she thought to herself, but for some reason, she wanted to prove to Smith and Smidge that she was natural and had a good body. "OK," she finally said and got up to go to the dressing room. 

"Wait a minute," said Smith. "Please sit down." 

"What?" said Tiffany. 

"We don't have to check you," said Smith. "We know you qualify." 

"How do you know that?" said Tiffany. 

Smidge spoke up for the first time. "Mr. Smith and I both have backgrounds in corporate psychology," she said. "We can tell a lot about people by the way they talk, their expressions, and their body language. That's why we were looking at you so closely. I know it made you nervous, but that was the idea. We needed to know if you really qualified, and all your signals showed that you were telling the truth, so it's not necessary for you to prove it." 

"Wow!" said Tiffany again. 

"Here," said Smith. "These are the contract and release forms for you to sign. Please take as long as you want to read them over. They are standard model contracts. If you want, you can take them with you and read them at home and bring them back." 

Smith and Smidge were no longer staring at her. Their friendly smiles were reassuring. Tiffany glanced at the form; saw $1,000 on one line and two hours on another line. She signed. 

"Thank you," said Smith; taking the forms back. "If it works for you, your appointment is next Tuesday at 7 p.m. Here is the address." He handed her a card. 

"Even though you signed the contract, you may change your mind between now and then, and that's perfectly fine. Just call the number at the bottom of the card and cancel the appointment. All we ask is that you call by Sunday, so we can schedule someone else for the appointment. The most important thing is that you are there next Tuesday ready and willing to work with no second thoughts or hesitations." 

Though Smith attempted to make it sound natural, Tiffany could tell that his speech was memorized and rehearsed. How many other "wholesome beauties" had heard the same speech while sitting in the same chair? 

She stood up. "Thank you," she said. "Don't worry. I'll be there Tuesday night." 

Smith and Smidge stood up and almost in unison said, "Thank you, Tiffany." 

The studio was nowhere near the downtown office, but in an industrial park on the edge of town. Even though the complex was well lit, Tiffany was a little nervous as she drove through it, because it seemed to be completely deserted. When she arrived at the address, she saw four cars parked outside the door. She was 20 minutes early but decided to go in anyway. 

As she entered, a woman sitting behind a long table in the small room looked up and seemed startled. "I'm Tiffany," said Tiffany. 

"Oh," the woman said. "You're the 7 p.m. I wasn't expecting you yet. Come this way." 

She got up and took Tiffany's arm and led her through a door on her left. Tiffany thought she was moving awfully fast, even pulling a little. 

They walked quickly through some narrow corridors. Tiffany looked up and saw a high bare ceiling. This studio was obviously a warehouse, and the walls were inexpensive thin separators linked together. The woman must have led Tiffany all the way to the other end of the warehouse before she opened a door into a small dressing room, with a big mirror, lots of lights and makeup materials. 

"I'm Agnes," the woman said as she started closing the door. "Please sit down here so I can do your-" 

Her words broke off as they heard the sound of a door opening nearby, followed by loud sobbing that got closer. Tiffany went to the door in time to see a young woman walking by her. Her shoulders were shaking as she alternated between gasping and crying, and she was walking in a strange way, tiptoeing as if she was trying not to put her feet down all the way to the floor. Within seconds, she passed the room, and Tiffany heard the sobs slowly fading as the woman walked toward the front door down the halls that Tiffany had come through. 

"What was that?" Tiffany asked. For the first time, she was scared.

"That was Jada, one of our models," said Agnes. "It looks like she's not having a good night." 

"That's for sure," said Tiffany nervously. "I wonder what happened to her." 

"You can be sure of one thing," Agnes said. "Nothing happened except what was supposed to happen. We pride ourselves on never forcing our models to do anything. They know in advance what's expected, how long they'll work and how much they'll make. And they can leave whenever they want. 

"It's natural that you're nervous. That's because this is your first session. Once it's over, you'll be much more relaxed, because you'll understand that no one here will ever ask you to do anything you're not willing to do." 

"Oh, I'm not nervous," said Tiffany, although she was. One thing the woman said stuck in her mind - "this is your first session." She had never thought of this in any way other than as a one-time adventure. Nobody had mentioned that she might be offered additional work. 

Agnes sat her down, covered her with a smock and went to work with the tweezers, brushes and blushes. Then Tiffany changed into her first outfit for the night, a brightly colored jumper with a short skirt.

Two weeks later the check for $1,000 came in the mail. Tiffany deposited it and wrote a check to the credit card company for the full amount. But then she went shopping and charged about $200 worth of clothes. 

The session had been a breeze. Agnes was there the entire time, moving lights. She changed costumes three times, and while the outfits were a little more risque than her usual clothes, nothing was really cheap looking. The photographer was friendly but very professional. When he touched her to move an arm a certain way or turn her in a slightly different direction, it was never in an inappropriate way. She felt good about everything and with the password Agnes gave her, she looked at the website each day to see how the photos came out. 

The night the check came, the photos finally appeared, and they were a bit disconcerting. It wasn't the outfits or the small amount of skin she showed. It was her expression. 

The photographer had said she was a natural model, that the camera loved her and that she should just act as if she were teasing her boyfriend. But in the photos, her expression was downright seductive, as if she was ready to make love to whoever was looking at her. 

And it was not just her impression. There were already lots of comments from both men and women about her photo spread, both about her body and about her lascivious facial expressions. None of them were wholesome. They were about what they'd like to do to Tiffany and what they'd like Tiffany to do for and to them. Some of them were just raunchy, but many were really disgusting. Tiffany shuddered and quickly clicked to leave the site. 

It was about a month after the shoot for the wholesome beauties website. 

She had looked at the site one more time after her photos were posted and found hundreds of comments, most of them lewd and many of them really sick. It was a big turn-off for her, and she had decided to put the whole episode behind her and not think of it again. 

But that morning, her car didn't start. She had it towed to the dealer, where she found out that she could either fix it for a few thousand dollars or trade it in and get a new car. She chose the second option, but her car had been paid off. Now she had new, larger monthly payments. They weren't huge, but her credit card debt had slowly increased in the meantime to where it was over $1,000 again. It made her irritable and short tempered, and she thought of the photo session again. It was disgusting what people wrote about her, but the session had been all right and the photos weren't anything to be ashamed of. 

She remembered what Agnes had said about it being her first session, and she wondered if Smith and Smidge were satisfied with her work because they had her phone number but had never called her.

She called their number. She recognized the voice on the other end as Smidge's. 

"Hi Jane," she said, "I'm Tiffany, remember me?" 

"How could I forget you," said Jane enthusiastically. "You are our most popular girl on the site. Thank you so much for the great shoot." 

"I was wondering," said Tiffany. "Agnes said something that made me think there might be more work. I'd be willing to do another one if you like." 

"Oh thank you," said Smidge, "but the Wholesome Beauties members like a lot of variety, so we never use the same girl twice." 

"I wonder what Agnes was talking about," said Tiffany. 

"Well, she may have been referring to one of the other websites we work for." 

"Are they similar?" 

"No, each one is different. For instance there's one called Upfront at Attention," said Smidge. "It features young women who naturally endowed going topless." 

"Oh," said Tiffany. "And what else do they do?" 

"Not much," said Smidge. "It's very similar to what you did before, except you would be topless. You might be positioned to highlight your breasts in different ways, and you'd do strange things like jumping on a trampoline because they like photos of flying breasts. I'm sure you've seen things like that in the movies." 

"Would there be a man involved?" asked Tiffany.

"Oh no," said Smidge, "and before you ask, also no women and no touching except when the photographer wants a breast in a certain position. Mostly that's not necessary, unless you don't understand how he wants you positioned. It's the same photographer as you had before." 

By now, Tiffany was short of breath. Smidge was talking as if the session were already set up. Not so fast. 

"Thanks so much for the information, Jane," she said. "I'll think about it." 

"Glad to be of help," said Smidge. "You sound nervous about this, so please put it out of your mind. We never pressure our models to do anything they're not ready to do. It was nice talking to you, and thank you again for your great session. Bye." 

She hung up. 

I wonder why she didn't attempt to calm me down and persuade me, Tiffany thought. 

A couple of days later, Tiffany called back, and when Smidge answered, she blurted out, "I'm ready to do it, that Upfront thing." 

"Whoa," said Smidge. "You're all out of breath. I don't think you're really ready for Upfront at Attention. Did you look at the website?" 

"No," said Tiffany, "and I don't want to. But I'm willing to do what it takes. I know I'm a little nervous, because I've never done anything like this before. But I've thought about it. Is the modeling fee the same as before?" 

"We don't discuss fees over the phone," said Smidge. "Can you come to the office tomorrow morning at 9?" 

"I'll be there," said Tiffany. 

Smith was looking at Tiffany intently while Smidge looked at her the same way from the side. 

"Now, you understand that the contract says you are willing to do anything involving your breasts," said Smith. "What if the photographer said to take each nipple between your thumb and fingers, pull your breasts away from your chest and let them go flopping back?" 

The question startled Tiffany, but she replied quickly, because she had already decided she was going to do this. "No problem," she said, trying to sound calm, but not succeeding. 




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"What if he asked you to stroke the nipples with your fingers until they became hard and then stick out your chest?" he asked. 

"Fine." 

"What if he made you get on your hands and knees and sway from side to side so that he could get a shot of your breasts swinging in the air." 

"Well, my breasts don't droop much," said Tiffany, "but I'd do it." As soon as she said it, she wondered why she was bragging to them about her breasts.

Her last reply seemed to satisfy both Smith and Smidge, and they stopped watching her closely. 

"OK," said Smith. "I think you may be ready for this. I have some good news for you. Sessions for Upfront at Attention pay $2,000 for two hours. Is tomorrow night at 8 good?" 

The session included all the things Smith had brought up and a lot more. Strangely, her costumes below the waist weren't costumes at all, but various kinds of pants and skirts, none of them revealing. But from the waist up, she was bare. 

She never would have imagined that her breasts could be pulled, pushed, turned or bounced in so many ways. Once again, she was asked to smile invitingly. She hesitated at first, remembering the comments, but then she attempted to do a cute slightly naughty expression. 

The photographer was even nicer than before. He flattered her and coaxed her. Occasionally, he moved her body and even her breasts into positions he wanted, but his hands never lingered on her flesh. Still, when the two hours were up, she breathed a sigh of relief. 

She never went to the website to look at the photos, because she didn't want to see any comments, and when the check arrived in two weeks, she deposited it and put everything out of her mind. 

Tiffany got a little extravagant a few months after her second modeling session, and when the credit card bill came, she thought about the modeling assignments again. She hesitated to call because she already knew what Smidge would say, but then she called anyway.

"Hi, Jane, this is Tiffany. I guess you don't use models more than once for Upfront at Attention." 

"That's right, Tiffany. Same thing. Variety. By the way, you are a smash on that site. All the members are talking about both your body and your special look. Each one seems to think you are looking right at him or her, and they are really responding." 

"Thanks, Jane," said Tiffany. She couldn't help shuddering as she imagined what some of the comments were. "You told me you have other websites that you do sessions for." 

"Yes, we do," said Smidge, "but they are not for you." 

"What do you mean?" asked Tiffany. 

"Well, for example, the tamest of the rest is called High Priced Spread, and the girls do a striptease until they are totally naked. Then they pose in various positions but mostly with their legs wide apart, so the members can see right through their body hair. It's very demeaning and a lot less innocuous than Upfront at Attention. Very few girls want to pose that way." 

"I see," said Tiffany. "Are there other people involved, men or women?" She surprised herself at how matter-of-factly she asked the question. 

"No, not at all," said Smidge. "It's just like the other sessions in that way. The photographer may touch you just a little to get you in the right position, but not your genitals. Although, honestly, you will probably find most of the positions distasteful." 

"Do I have to put anything inside of myself?" Tiffany asked, again in a calm way. 

"Absolutely not," said Smidge. 

"When can I come in and sign the papers?" 

Neither Smidge nor Smith was looking hard at her this time. She wondered if Smidge had told Smith how calm she had been on the phone. But Smith still brought up some distasteful questions. 

"What if the photographer asks you to rub your clitoris until your lips swell up and open so he can shoot the pink and red colors inside you?" 

"Fine," she said. 

"What if you are asked to get on your hands and knees, rest your head on a pillow and reach behind you to pull your cheeks as wide as you can so the photographer can do a close-up that shows every hair around your anus?" 

"OK, I guess. Sure" 

"What if you are asked to lock your legs behind your head and pull your lower lips wide apart so your vagina looks huge?" 

"Yes." Why did he have to go on and on with this unappetizing stuff? 

He seemed to read her mind. "I'm sorry, Tiffany. I can see you're impatient with my questions," said Smith. "But this is a big jump for you, and I want you to get the feel of what the session will be like. I'll tell you right now that we both feel you can do it, but we think you're going to regret it afterwards. I want you to think of the most embarrassing or disgusting thing ever happened to you in your life right now and look Jane in the eye." 

"OK," said Tiffany and turned to look at her. "I'm thinking of it." She felt her cheeks get flush. 

"What you are going to do in this session will be a lot worse," Smidge said. "Are you sure you want to go ahead?" 

"Yes," said Tiffany, trying to keep her voice from quavering. 

"Well, at least you are going into this with your eyes open," said Smith, "so I hope you won't regret it for long." 

"I know what I'm doing, and I won't regret it," Tiffany said, convincing no one in the room. 

"OK," said Smith. "Here are the papers to sign. For this session, it's $4,000. It's tomorrow night at 6 p.m. Jane and I will be in the office until 6, so if you change your mind, just call us, and there are no hard feelings. 

"One more thing you should know. Because of past experiences, there's a clause in the contract that says you can stop at any time after 10 minutes. If you do, we will keep the photos that have already been shot and mail you a check for $1,000. So keep that in mind: 10 minutes. If you stop before then, we keep the photos and you get nothing." 

"What if I want to stop at 20 minutes?" Tiffany asked. 

"Exactly the same," said Smith. "We keep all the photos and you get only $1,000. Please think about this and call us if you change your mind." 

When Tiffany got home from the session, she went right for the shower and let the hot water beat down on her for 15 minutes while she stared straight ahead without moving. Even after she washed with soap, her skin crawled. She felt as if she had been rolling in dirt and had ants all over her body. She didn't look at herself in the mirror. 

The next morning, the first time she saw her face, she began crying. At the office, she didn't speak much the whole day.

After that, it got better. Within a week, she was almost back to normal. She had a brief relapse when the check for $4,000 arrived, but that only lasted a few hours. She revved up her activities and social life, got rid of her boyfriend, who was starting to take her for granted, and started dating new guys. She found someone who liked and appreciated her and never looked at High Priced Spread until a year later. 

Tiffany was at home feeling sorry for herself. She had just been dumped by a boyfriend she really liked. His old sweetheart from home had begun calling him and enticed him away. 

She was moping around, and for some reason, she went to the High Priced Spread website. She didn't have a password, but she scrolled down through girl after girl until she found one large photo of herself and two smaller ones, along with a fake name and some writing that had nothing to do with her. But the photos were the grossest things she had ever seen. She couldn't believe that it was her in those repulsive photos. She didn't remember getting into those positions, but then she didn't remember anything of those two hours. She had blocked them the minute she left the studio. 

Maybe it was the shock of seeing herself, maybe the boyfriend trouble, or both. But for the next few weeks she comforted herself. When Tiffany comforted herself, she didn't do it with food, she did it at the stores. Then came the day when the bills arrived and she almost screamed. What was she doing? She put the bills aside and didn't look at them until a week later, when she became frantic. It was too much for her to even pay the minimum. She would have to do something drastic, like declare bankruptcy. Then she'd have to sell everything, move into a tiny apartment in a bad neighborhood and start all over by eating frozen dinners every night and paying cash for everything. She felt nauseous, like everything was closing in around her and choking her to death. What could she do? 

The modeling session that she had suppressed in her mind came back to her. She couldn't remember everything, but she recalled a few scenes and began shaking in fear, as if she were watching a horror movie. No, she couldn't call Smith and Smidge again. Besides she needed a lot more money than they could pay her, even if she went to the next level of whatever they had. 

She ran through other wild schemes in her mind. She would take to the streets and sell herself, but only to men who were clean and kind. But those men weren't buying. The ones who would pay were dirty and cruel and would make her do things worse than she had already done - and for only a few hundred dollars each time. Her mind was going in crazy directions. She was exhausted. So when she went to bed, she couldn't fall asleep. Finally, she felt so numb that she drifted off. 

The next morning, she awoke and sat straight up in bed. Before she had time to think, she went to the phone and dialed the number. Even though it was only 8:30, Smidge was already there. 

She tried to control herself, but broke down on the phone. "Jane, I'm so sorry," she said through her sobs. "I've done some horrible things, and it's nobody's fault but my own. I don't know what to do now. I'm desperate." 

Smidge sounded shocked. "Tiffany, Tiffany," she said soothingly. "Please try to pull yourself together. What have you done? Are the police after you? Tell me everything." 

Tiffany poured her heart out and told her every detail, and Smidge sighed. 

"Tiffany, I know it seems like the end of the world, but this problem is nothing. It will be hard, but you can handle it. You already told me what you need to do." 

"You don't understand, Jane. I can't live like that. If I don't get $20,000 by the end of the month, I'll kill myself." 

"Shut up, Tiffany. Don't you ever say anything like that again, you hear? I want you to call in sick at work and wait there until I talk to Edgar. He'll be here in about a half-hour." 

When Smidge called back, all she said was, "Be in our office at 10 a.m.," and then hung up. 

When Tiffany arrived, Smidge didn't say a word but got up and opened the door to Smith's office and followed her in. Once again, she was looking at her intently, as if she was monitoring every word she said and every move she made. Smith didn't waste time with pleasantries. 

"Jane told me everything," he said sternly, "and first of all, if I hear anything about you doing something crazy, I'm going to call social services to send someone over to evaluate you and see if you should be committed. Jane has locked the front door, so you can't leave. Understand?" 

Tiffany nodded. 

"Now, we are a business, not a charitable agency. So let me tell you a few things. Most of the girls who answer our ads are receptive to our business. Usually, they progress from one site to another within a few weeks. They decide when they've gone far enough, and then we never see them again. Just a few go on to careers in porn. Some of them make it big, and some don't, but they all either enjoy what they do or decide that doing it is worth the money for as long as they're in demand.

"Jane and I used our knowledge of psychology to figure out a system that lets them enjoy going wild while keeping safety controls in place so they don't hurt themselves. That's why we never push them and always bring them along in small steps, so each new site is just a little more hardcore than the last one. 

"Your demeanor in the first two sessions made us think that you were the type of girl who enjoyed acting the slut in front of the camera. Then your session for High Priced Spread was among the hottest we've ever done. You went way beyond what most girls would do. The photographs show a sexually ravenous exhibitionist, and they are the envy of our competitors. It wasn't until the session was over that we realized something was wrong. 

"Agnes told us how you were acting when you left, and that's when we realized why you were so slow in calling us back. You are a sexual split personality. It's a rare condition, but not unknown. It's a bipolar mental illness that can turn you from a normal woman with normal sexual drives and inhibitions into someone who revels in exhibiting her body and making love like a bitch in heat. That's the version of you that shows up in front of the camera. 

"The trouble is that your other self makes you feel guilty, and as soon as you're vulnerable, it punishes you by making you do things like get further in debt so you are forced to degrade yourself again. The only thing that will stop this cycle is treatment. You need to see a psychiatrist so that you can be given the proper medicine to keep your impulses in balance and control them. If you agree to see someone, Jane and I will pay for your therapy until you can afford it." 

"But that won't solve my money problem or keep me from bankruptcy," said Tiffany with a hysterical laugh. "What good is a psychiatrist going to be if I lose my car, my apartment, my clothes, my friends..." Her voice trailed off. 

"Once again, we are not a charity. We are a business. We are trying to help you, but we can't do everything." 

"I can't help it," said Tiffany. "I'm more afraid of losing everything than degrading myself. But now I realize that I just need to find the right people who will pay me $20,000 to do whatever they want. If you won't help me, I'll look online." She gave a shrieking laugh and said, "I'm sure somebody will pay to see this body destroyed." 

Smith looked over at Smidge, and when he did, so did Tiffany. Smidge's face was dark and disturbed. He turned back to Tiffany and spoke curtly, "Tiffany, go into the outer office and close the door. Jane and I have to talk. Remember, the door to the hall is locked so you can't leave. We'll be done in a few minutes." 

It was more like 10 minutes before the door was opened and Tiffany was ushered back to her chair. Smith began speaking. Most of his words seemed spontaneous, but Tiffany could tell that much of his speech was rehearsed and had been spoken to other girls sitting where she was sitting. 

"OK, Tiffany," he said. "Here is the deal. Normally, at this point, you would be offered a session for our Lovin' Ladies site, which involves another woman. You would agree to pose in many positions with another of our beautiful natural women, who would also be doing this for the first time. This time there would also be a videographer, and in addition to posing, you would have lesbian sex in different positions, using fingers and tongues, but no toys or anything unnatural. There would be many closeups and you would be encouraged to improvise and go further than you can imagine, orally, vaginally and anally. 

"Once you've done that site, you would be ready for Fresh Flesh, which would be your first intercourse with a man. It would include mainstream vaginal - no anal - and would start out slowly and tenderly, but progress to wild, uninhibited sex in several positions, with you getting thoroughly pounded. By the end of the session, you will be enduring more than participating - especially since the man will not be an amateur, but a professional with professional equipment. Our Fresh Flesh fans enjoy seeing a first-timer stretched and punished. But the punishment will be only sexual. We don't allow any slapping, spanking, spitting or mauling. 

"That's where most of our natural girls have had enough, and we say goodbye to them. But a few come back and agree to perform for the Backdoor Beginners site. They work with another professional male and do everything the Fresh Flesh girls do, except in the anus. Even when you do oral it will be anal oral. Once again things start slowly but progress pretty far. The girls who do it sometimes say they feel like their entire insides have been ripped from their bodies. The male is allowed to do anything sexual, but again, there is no slapping, twisting, spitting or any other abuse. Remember, Jada, the hysterical girl who could barely walk when you came to our studio the first time. She had just finished her session for Backdoor Beginners. 

"That's as far as we go. I know there are other sites that get into much more perverse sexuality, but Jane and I don't want to make money that way. And we only work with girls who understand exactly what they are in for, are ready to do it and get paid more than the standard in our business. So Backdoor Beginners is the most extreme site we work for. 

"The problem is that neither Lovin' Ladies, Fresh Flesh or Backdoor Beginners pays $20,000. If you did all three, it would total $21,000, but we never do them closer than two weeks apart, because the girls need time to recover and decide if they want to go to the next step. Then it takes two weeks for the payment to go through accounting each time. So there's no way you would have the money by the end of the month. 

"But Jane and I put our heads together and came up with something for you, if you agree. We would do all three sites in the same session. Since you are such a natural, we know it won't take three two-hour sessions to get what we want. So the first session, with the woman, would be an hour, followed by a half-hour break, then an hour and 15 minutes for Fresh Flesh, another half-hour break and a final hour and a half for Backdoor Beginners. Instead of six hours, it would be four hours and 45 minutes, including the breaks. We'd start at 6 p.m. and be done at 10:45. And you would get $21,000. 

"But there's more, and this may be why you turn down our deal. You wouldn't actually receive the $21,000. You and Jane would sit down and go through all your finances, and she would pay all your debts. Only if there's anything left over would you receive any money. She would also cut up all your credit cards. 

"Furthermore, you would agree to work for one year as our employee. Every weekday, after your regular job, you would come here and be our receptionist, so that you would meet the women who respond to our ads and watch them going through each step. Meanwhile, we would keep an eye on you. We would pay you only $15 an hour, but again, you won't get any of it. It would all be set aside in a bank account, and you'd receive the lump sum only at the end of the year. To make sure you show up for work, you would sign your car's pink slip over to us and we would hold it until the end of the year. 

"Also, you would see a psychiatrist, starting the day after your big session. Your real self will be completely repulsed by what you will do at these sessions, and it will try to punish you even more harshly than before. The psychiatrist will examine you to figure out what it will take to keep you from ever doing another modeling session. You will take that medication every day in front of Jane, so by the end of the year, it will be a habit that's so ingrained that you hopefully will never stop the treatment." 

Smith stopped and took a breath. "That's the best we could come up with, Tiffany," he said. "Take it or leave it." Then he hurriedly added, "But of course, you don't have to decide right now. You are free to leave and think it over. Jane and I really hope you face up to what you must do without taking our deal and that we never see you again." 

The room was silent as Tiffany seemed to be absorbing the torrent of words. But the more she thought, the more she felt that she had no choice. She was too weak to handle her problems by herself, and she felt Smith's proposal was her best chance. 




Glamour Model



"OK," she said quietly. "I agree." 

"We need a few days to get all the personnel together for you," said Smith. "I'll call you when we have the date." 

The longest night of Tiffany's life began with a girl who seemed a lot like her. But as the videographer and photographer began shooting them, she found out there were differences. The girl; a blonde with a large black bush, was not only uninhibited, but eager to follow the instructions that came from behind the camera and take them even further. She quickly became the aggressor and leader of the two, and Tiffany spent the entire hour submitting to her. 

They were in the 69 position. The girl, who had taken the top position, responded to Tiffany's tongue by pushing back and grinding into Tiffany's face; forcing Tiffany's nose deep into the girl's cheeks and until it was pushed into her anus. Tiffany tried to pull back, but the girl kept grinding away and releasing juices into Tiffany's mouth until she jerked violently, gave a long moan, and then collapsed on her. 

Meanwhile, she was lapping away at Tiffany's opening and pushing two fingers in and out at the same time. Then suddenly, the fingers were withdrawn but not the mouth, and one of the fingers went into Tiffany's rear. Tiffany squirmed and tried to dislodge the finger, but it went even deeper while the girl's tongue went faster. The photographer and videographer seemed very pleased as they cheered them on. Then it was Tiffany's turn to lose control as she came so hard that she collapsed.

Tiffany was shocked when she was positioned on all fours and the girl came behind her, and pulled apart her cheeks. She began pushing her tongue in and out of her anus while a finger played with her clitoris; flipping it back and forth faster and faster until Tiffany had a second orgasm. 

And then the girl sat on Tiffany's face; looking down at her and moving her body to position her anus right on Tiffany's mouth. Tiffany kept her mouth tightly shut as the girl pushed her muscles so that the anus at her mouth opened and closed against her lips. Then the girl reached down with her right thumb and forefinger and pinched Tiffany's nose shut. 

Tiffany couldn't breathe and in a few seconds she opened her mouth wide, gasping for air. That's when the girl rocked against her mouth with her anus, back and forth, opening and closing it. 

"Stick your tongue in," said the girl. Tiffany ignored the instruction, but it was becoming harder and harder to breathe as the anus covered her mouth longer; causing her to gasp for air when it rocked back. Finally, she stuck her tongue into the girl's anus. Immediately the fingers released her nose, so she could breathe as the rocking grew more intense and the girl's anus seemed to suck the tongue out of her mouth, clamping down on it as the girl once more was overcome with an orgasm. 

The rest of it, the stroking and the kissing, was not too bad. When it was over, the girl gave her a long, passionate kiss and said, "Thank you for making this great." Tiffany said nothing. She was thinking about what was still ahead. 

There was no warm up with the man. He was average height and fit, although not especially muscular. But one of his muscles was enormous, both in length and width. Tiffany stared at it in horror as it swung like a pendulum between his thighs. 

The man was smooth and efficient and went through his movements like a dancer familiar with the choreography. He needed no prompting from the photographer and videographer. She was moved and pulled and pushed, always gently. There was a smile on the man's face that seemed to be painted on. It never changed no matter what he was doing. Only when he was pumping in and out of her at a fast rate did she hear some heavy breathing. That was the closest thing to emotion that he showed. Otherwise, it seemed almost like she was being manipulated and penetrated by a robot. 

He started by laying her down and lifting her legs over his shoulders as he put his face between her thighs. He licked briefly, but stopped as soon as he saw she was still wet from her previous session with the girl. He pulled back and up, and her legs went higher as his shoulders lifted them. Then he took his tool in one hand and began rubbing it on her vulva. His tool was soft and flabby when he started, but quickly began expanding in every direction. 

He slowly pushed it into her and began a rhythm back and forth. Her upper body was on the bed, and her legs were straight in the air as he pushed all the way in and pulled all the way out. His tool was pulling and pushing her body as if she were a child on a playground swing. As she moved back and forth, her breasts began moving faster and faster. She felt as if she was no longer in control of her body and she was just an extension of his machine. 

She felt a fullness inside her and when she looked down, she saw his machine was now massively thick and long, and it was going deeper and faster at the same time. Now her breasts could not match his rhythm back and forth and they jerked wildly in all directions as he picked up speed. 

He leaned forward against her, pushing her legs back toward her head. It lifted her rear from the bed and caused her crazy breasts to begin pounding her face as he went into a frenzy of movement. He was no longer just pushing into her, but pushing through her. His thighs were pounding her cheeks each time he entered her, causing her whole body to bounce off of him, hit the bed, and bounce back. 

He drove into her faster and faster, and even though she was wet; the thick member was rubbing her too hard and her rear began getting red from the pounding by his thighs. Now she was bouncing like a basketball being dribbled. She couldn't control the moans that were coming from her lips. 

Finally, he stopped and withdrew; then lowered her legs onto the couch and lay down behind her. In a second, his huge member was back inside her, and he was moving in and out from the spoon position. Once again, the speed increased and his thighs were pounding her butt cheeks, but it wasn't as bad as the previous position. 

He shifted to several other positions in the next minutes, starting slowly in each and progressing to the frenzied rhythm that brought forth her moans. At the very end, he put her in the missionary position, and as he raised himself on his arms, he spoke for the first time. "Wrap your legs around me and pull me," he said. She felt like a wet dishrag, but followed his instructions and as he pounded into her pelvis, she pulled him with her legs each time even though it made his body collision with her more painful. 

Just as she was beginning to think this was crazy and ask herself why she was making it worse for herself', she noticed that his breathing was no longer rhythmic. He was beginning to gasp intermittently and his face was no longer a mask but twitching. She began pulling him in even harder with her legs. In a minute it was over. He collapsed onto her, crushing her with his entire weight. 

But he quickly got off of her and walked away. His member was still hard, but drooping a little and shining and slimy. She looked up at the clock and saw it was barely an hour. She wondered if she still owed 15 more minutes to Fresh Flesh, but Agnes walked up to her and said, "Your half-hour break starts now. But for the last 10 minutes, I'll be giving you two high enemas to clean you out thoroughly for Backdoor Beginners." 

The final session began with Agnes pushing some kind of frozen dildo into her anus. It was freezing cold and long - Tiffany figured 15 inches - but not too wide. As Agnes pushed gently, it glided in all the way, and her anus closed around it. Inside her, it felt strange. Agnes explained that it was some kind of frozen lubricant that was melting inside her. 

A minute later, a man walked in who looked similar to the previous man. He was slightly smaller and more muscular, with longer arms and a small forehead that was sort of apelike. His face was different; but his expression was just as matter of fact, and it didn't change as he went about his business. His member looked just as long and thick as the previous man's, and though Tiffany was trying to act as unaffected as he was, she couldn't stop herself from shaking for a few seconds as she thought of what was coming. 

The man lifted her legs and placed his member inside her the normal way. Lubricated by the mingled liquids from the previous session, it slid in easily, and as the other man had, he pushed back and lifted her rear off the bed and was soon bouncing her like a basketball again. As she did, she felt some of the lubricant leaking from her anus. It must have already melted.

In a few minutes, he pulled out. And then, using his hand; he placed his fully hardened member at her rear entrance. Now he leaned forward again, lifting her rear in the air once more, and began pressing his body against hers. He didn't push hard, and at first his large knob was stopped by her small hole. But the light pressure didn't let up and soon the tip of his member slipped inside. 

Tiffany felt equally disgusted and uncomfortable as the long member continued on its journey. It was slow but relentless, and she could feel every slight movement as it disturbed her insides. Her mind was racing again. How had it come to this? Was she the most disgusting person in the world? She couldn't stop the torrent of horrible thoughts. 

It wasn't really a relief when she was distracted from these thoughts by the man. He was now in all the way and his stomach was pushed tightly against her thighs. He lifted up a little and an inch of him pulled out. It felt even worse than when he was going in. Slowly he pushed back in and then slowly pulled out a couple of inches. Again he pushed all the way in. He kept doing this, going a little further out each time. As he did so, he increased his pace slightly and breathed in and out in time to his movements as if his breathing were a rhythmic drum beat. 

His mouth was so close to Tiffany's that she heard each breath loudly, and from below, she heard disgusting squishy sounds as the lubricant was pushed around inside her and some came out. Then she heard another noise. It sounded something like "Ugh, ugh, ugh" and it was in the same rhythm as his breathing and the squishes. Where was it coming from? She suddenly realized it was her making the grunting sounds. She tried to clench her teeth and stop the sounds, but it was no use. Her mouth got tired from the effort, and soon the horrible grunts began again, getting higher pitched and faster as he sped up. 

Suddenly, there was a loud pop. He had pulled all the way out and the sudden opening of her anus had made the sound. But in less than a second his member was back inside her and going all the way in, then pulling out with another pop. He continued making this new sound until it blended with the squishing, his breathing and her grunting in a horrible harmony. After a while, he started a variation. 

When he quickly pulled out, he didn't go right back in. Instead, he lingered outside for a few seconds before plunging in. When he did this, he held his breath and it was silent except for Tiffany. She was so out of breath, she was panting like a dog. Every time he pulled out, he increased the interval. There was a grunt from Tiffany as he violently wrenched his member from her hole, then silence except for her rapid panting, then a groan from her as he plunged in again. 

As the intervals with him outside grew longer, Tiffany felt her anus as she had never felt it before. Every fiber of her nerves around the opening and inside her colon seemed to be engaged. Before, she only felt that it was being stretched into a huge open pit. Now it seemed to be reacting as the man waited, and it was even starting to contract. Then his tool slammed into it again while it was half open, and it was as if her hole was surprised and couldn't open fast enough.

Just as she felt she must scream, he stopped the torture and began a steady rhythm again. Now he was pulling all the way out and pushing all the way in faster and faster and also slamming into her cheeks with his thighs so the bouncing ball was once more set into motion. But this time with him in her rear hole. It became so fast that sometimes she felt herself slamming against him twice on each of his "in" strokes and "out" strokes. Finally, his frenzy of pounding ended. Tiffany was panting loudly, almost gasping, and she felt like her insides were mush. 

He gently rolled her limp body over on the bed and then lifted it up with one hand while pushing her knees and hands under her until she was on all fours. Then he got behind her and pushed into her rear again. He did it quickly this time and had no difficulty. Again, he started a rhythm and again the rhythm increased until he was pounding into her rear with fury. She felt her breasts beneath moving wildly each time he slammed into her. She was now narrowing her brows and pursing her mouth as she grunted in time with his breathing.

He stopped and got up off his knees behind her until he was standing on the bed in a squat, with his member still buried in her anus. She looked behind her, and it seemed like he was towering over her body. He began moving his member in and out by doing squats. Because of his position, it was now more of an up-and-down motion. As the tempo increased, once again his thighs began hitting into her butt. 

This time, though, the bouncing ball became her entire body. As he slammed down into her, the force went to her hands and knees and pushed them into the mattress springs, which pushed back and lifted her completely up in the air. Then she was slammed back down by him again. Like she was bouncing out of control on a trampoline, her body was tossed up and down, and her breasts jerked as his tool assaulted her. This time she couldn't stop herself from screaming, but the sound just added to his breathing, the squishing and the sounds of the mattress springs. 

At last, he slowed down and stopped; putting his weight on her. Then he put his arm around her waist and hugged her tightly. At the same time, he fell back on the bed; pulling her on top of him. She was now sitting on his lap facing away from him with his thick tool deep inside her butt. He pulled her back until he was propped up against the headboard. He brought his legs to a sitting position and then took her feet and placed them on his thighs. 

What now? she thought as he lifted her thighs with his hands and started moving his pelvis. Her body was in the air and he was thrusting into her from below. His pelvis was moving like the piston of a steam engine. Once again, her rear was being pounded and her breasts were twirling crazily as she grunted and he breathed and the lubricant squished.

Then he pulled back and up on her thighs quickly, and snapped his thick hose completely out of her. It felt horrible. Then came a few seconds of relief until he rolled her back onto his pole again and buried it inside. A new rhythm began as she was swinging back and forth onto his member and off of it with her hole stretched wide. She was now hoarse from screaming and had begun sobbing. 

She stopped and gasped for air when he finally slowed down and halted. For a moment, her mind was capable of thought again. He can't do anything more disgusting than this, she thought; as he lifted her body off of him and placed it next to him on the bed. Then he got up and left her. 

In a few minutes, he was back with several oversized pillows that he piled up in a stack on the rug next to the bed. Then he lifted her gently from the bed and sat her on the pile of pillows facing the bed. He got behind her and pushed his chest against her back. Then he reached over her shoulders with his long arms and grabbed her ankles and slowly pulled her legs into the air. The pillows beneath her shifted slightly, and her head dropped back onto the second pillow while the rest of her still rested on the top pillow. She was now looking up into his crotch and his huge slimy appendage sticking straight out from it. 

He moved his body forward, and pulled her this way and that on the pillows until her view changed. Now she was looking directly at his butt. Oh no, she thought as he began squatting down and his cheeks parted; showing a sweaty whole with lots of damp hair surrounding it. The hole widened as he squatted lower and lower, and then it was on top of her mouth. 

She knew what to do from her session with the woman and began licking up and down his crack and then over his anus. She felt it push out and stuck her tongue in, trying to keep from gagging. Now he began lifting up and down, pushing himself on and off of her tongue. It was deathly silent, except for his panting, which increased the longer he continued. For a moment, he lost control and sat all the way down on her face, smothering her, but he quickly jumped up and got off of her. 

Now he was maneuvering her body again, pulling her up by the feet and positioning her with his hands moving from her ankles to her waist and her thighs, and back again. Finally, he was satisfied. 

She looked around. Her body was almost vertical with her back pushed up against the bed. Her shoulders were on the top pillow and her head was just a bit lower; supported by the second pillow. Her legs were pulled up and back away from the bed and dangled above her head. They were trying to fall down behind her, but they couldn't stretch that far and were loose and wobbly. With her legs so far back, her body was forming an arc from her head to her toes. 

Looking up now, she saw her own anus above her, only a foot or so from her face. She could the sweat and lubricant in the hair inside her crack. It looked disgusting. She saw the man move up to her and insert his thick tool into her anus again. 

She tried to move her eyes away, but her head was pushed into the pillows and unless she shifted her eyes all the way in one direction or another, which she couldn't do for long, the view stayed the same. She tried to close her eyes, but that focused her more on the discomfort of his member pushing in and out of her faster and faster. Finally, she just gave up and watched in horror as he went in and out of her anus right in front of her face. 

Once again; there were the squishes, his rhythmic breathing and her grunts. This time there was no bouncing, just full penetration followed by full withdrawal. Now the lubricant that squirted out of her fell directly on her face. She tried to avoid it, but couldn't, and gradually her entire face was shiny from the oily stuff. He continued pushing in and pulling out as Agnes came over with a damp washcloth and gently cleaned her face. Now there was less coming down. He must have pushed all of it out of me, she thought. 

Then she heard the change in his breathing, and her heart leaped. It was finally coming to an end. All the pain, the filth, the degradation... She tried to figure out a way to make him finish faster. But in her position, she couldn't move so she just waited. 

His breathing became more and more irregular, and finally it stopped for a moment completely as he buried himself in her and stayed there. Then Tiffany felt something strange and uncomfortable inside her, but she had no idea what it was. A second later; thick, white, horrible smelling fluid began spurting out of her anus around his member and falling onto her face. She closed her mouth but not before she had tasted and smelled his discharge. It kept on coming out for about 15 seconds, until it was all over her face. Gradually it slowed to a trickle. 

That's when she realized that the man must have put a huge volume of semen into her, so much that it overflowed her insides.

But now it was finished, she thought, as she looked up and saw the man withdraw his flaccid member. As he pulled it out, a large amount of the smelly slime poured out of her anus and fell on her face. Agnes was back beside her, leaning down and speaking softly into her ear. "Just another few minutes," she said. "We need to get everything out." 




Glamour Model



Then Agnes stood up. Tiffany saw she had a small rubber ball. But the ball had a long tapered nozzle on one end. Agnes pushed the nozzle all the way into Tiffany's greasy anus that had now shrunk almost back to normal and squeezed the ball hard. Tiffany felt something pushing into her anus. 

"What?" began Tiffany, and then stopped talking. As she began to protest, a large amount of the vile cream covering her face dropped into her open mouth and she began retching. She finally got control of herself, and Agnes leaned down again and whispered, "Don't worry, it's just a bulb syringe full of air. I only have to do this two more times." 

After she had squeezed two more balls full of air into Tiffany, the room was quiet. Tiffany had just begun to calm down when she felt something inside her. "Oh no!" she shouted as began to understand what was happening. "No, no, no, mmph." Another gob of the cream covering her face had fallen into her open mouth." 

As she felt it coming, she tried to squeeze her buttocks together and control the muscles inside to hold in all the air that Agnes had squeezed into her colon. She began panting with the effort, but finally she could hold back no longer. 

With a sound like a thunderclap; the air exploded from her anus, onto her face, carrying with it a large wad of smelly white semen. It was followed by an even larger eruption and then a series of smaller ones. The hot white lava was spurting out of her. She had no control as it poured down on her face. She tried to keep from opening her mouth, but then she breathed the stuff up into her nose, where it burned her and sickened her with the smell and cut off her air.

So she finally opened her mouth, but that didn't help either. The sperm filled her mouth and then went back up her nose from the inside. Her eyes were covered with it and she felt like they were burning. She began gulping as it poured into her mouth to keep from choking. And it kept on coming. It seemed as though the man had filled her body with gallons of his mess, and now it was all being dumped on her face.

At last it stopped. Her choking and gulping sounds slowed, replaced by soft sobbing. It was over. After the cameramen shot her face for another minute, they moved away, and Agnes gently cleaned the last of the white stuff off her face, but she still tasted it in her nostrils and her mouth. She got off the bed and put her clothes on as Agnes silently handed them to her. When she began walking down the hall, the pain inside her rear was so strong she stopped and tried to figure out how to move forward without any part of her body touching any other part. She tried a lurching walk on her tiptoes with her legs spread wide, but it didn't help much. She began sobbing as she made her painful way out of the studio and got into her car. She had to sit there for a few minutes to get enough control of herself to drive home. 

Tiffany abided by her agreement and began working her second job the next night. She didn't take any painkiller for it, because she wanted to feel the pain she had earned. Earlier that day, she had her first appointment with the psychiatrist. Within a few weeks, he felt he had diagnosed her and started her on a medication. The results were miraculous. She became a happy person, and behind her mischievous smile, there was now a positive, genuine and caring personality. 

She soon felt she didn't need the medication anymore, but each night she went to work at the office and met new girls responding to the ads. Watching them was a reminder to her that she couldn't take a chance. She religiously took her medicine for the rest of her life. 

As she was working two jobs, she barely had time to spend money. With Midge's help, she was soon able to pay her bills every month and even set aside savings. At the end of the year, she got her pink slip back from Smith and Smidge, along with a nice check for the entire year's wages, plus a bonus. They smiled at her happiness and then got serious. "Tiffany, this is the last time we're ever going to see you," Smith said. "You are now the real Tiffany, with a new life. Try to forget everything about this." They shook her hand, and she left. 

She did see them again, once on the street and once in a nice restaurant where she was having dinner with her husband. She pretended not to notice them, and they did the same. And she couldn't prevent being reminded of them when the glamour models ad popped up every once in a while. It seemed their business was still going strong. 

After her personality changed, her circle of friends grew, and by the time she met someone special; she was known for the way she lived her life. Other people talked about it, but all her friends agreed that Tiffany was the only one they ever knew who really did live each day as though it were going to be her final one.

She worked hard at enjoying each moment and making sure everything she did was something that mattered to her. When bad things happened to her, she never complained. When good things happened, she was full of gratitude. When Don asked her to marry him, she didn't hesitate. When she had two children with him, she was happier than ever. Occasionally, when her friends asked her why she was always so happy and positive, she told them that it might sound morbid to them, but what worked for her was knowing that every day might be her last.

The last day came after they had been married seven years. "Please come in here for a second," Don said from his office next to the kitchen. She heard the strange tone in his voice and knew immediately that this was the end. She said a silent prayer of thanks for the wonderful years she had enjoyed with him and the children.

"What is it?" she asked pleasantly as she came in to find him in front of his computer. 

"Bill at the office told me that I had to go to this website," he said. "I told him I wasn't interested in that kind of stuff, but he kept pushing me. And today, he told me that if I didn't at least look there, I might make a mistake that would affect me for the rest of my life. That was the strangest thing he ever said to me, so I decided to look at the site - and this is what I found." 

"Yes," said Tiffany without looking at the screen. 

For a moment, each waited for the other to speak. Don broke the silence. 

"Do you have an explanation for this?" he said. 

"Yes," she said. "Do you want to hear it?" 

More silence. Then Don said, "Do you love me?" 

"Yes." 

"Do you love the children?" 

"Yes." 

"How long ago was this?" 

"Ten years ago." 

"Do you want to forget it?" 

"Yes."

"Do you have any questions for me?" 

"Are you still able to love me?" 

"Yes." 

"Can you forgive me?" 

"No, because you did this years before we met; so there's nothing to forgive. I don't know who you were then, and I never want to know. Does that work for you?" 

"Yes." 

He turned off the computer, stood up and took her in his arms. She fell against him and began sobbing. He tried to comfort her, but she didn't stop. Finally, he pulled her to the bedroom and reached for a box of tissues. He spent a minute gently drying her face as she choked back her tears, and then he kissed her.