AUTHOR = JAX
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I don't keep it a secret; everybody knows what I do for a living. I'm a photographer, a pornographer and filmmaker; making a good living on the bodies of young girls. It was Friday night and I was out having a quiet drink with a couple of my mates.
"Please, can I talk to you?" a voice said.
I turned and saw Bobby, a total loser. "No, I'm busy," I snarled.
"Please," he whined.
"Okay, okay," I said, realizing the quickest way to get rid of him was to listen to him. "Let's go over there," I pointed to a quiet corner.
"Thanks mate," he mumbled. "Please, I need £500, any chance of a loan?"
"Get lost. £500, are you out of your tiny mind?" I said. In fact, I had four times that amount in my back pocket.
"Please Tony, I owe this bloke and he has a nasty way of getting his money back."
"What do I care," I chuckled, seeing in my mind Bobby's broken body lying in some dark alley.
"Please Tony," he whined again, "you can use Trina, my girlfriend, as payment."
"I bet she's some dog," I chuckled.
"No, no, that's her over there, in the white jeans and top," he nodded to the dance floor.
I scanned the floor and quickly picked her out. She looked okay from this distance -- figure slim -- couldn't see her face though. In truth, I'm always interested in making money, so any pretty young girl is a target for me.
"Does she know what she'll have to do?" I asked.
"No, but she'll do anything I'll tell her," he pushed.
"Bobby, for £500 she'll have to do everything, do you understand me?" I said.
"Sure, sure, I know," he said.
"Okay, call her over, let's have a closer look," I said. "No promises though, OK?"
To my surprise she was much better than I was expecting -- young with a pretty elfin face.
"Hi," she greeted me cheerfully.
"Trina, this is Tony and good friend of mine," Bobby introduced me to her. "I want you to arrange a session with him, OK?"
"Session? What do you mean?" she asked.
"It won't be one session, it'll be four or five at least," I said.
"Yeah, well five sessions with Tony, OK?" he said.
"What's this all about, Bobby?" she said.
"Look love, my mate Tony is a photographer and for a fee he is willing to use you as one of his models, OK?" said Bobby.
I could see him sweating hard now.
"Look Bobby, unless she's willing, there's no point...." I said.
"No, no, it's okay," he said quickly. "Trina, I need the money bad, you know I do, and Tony here is willing to give it to me."
"So what is it I'm supposed to do?" she turned her big eyes onto me.
"I'm more than a photographer...." I started to say, then Bobby interrupted.
"She doesn't need to know all that right now," he said, running a less than clean handkerchief over his brow.
"I'm a pornographer. I take dirty pictures of pretty girls like you doing all sorts of naughty things," I continued as if Bobby hadn't spoken.
"So you want me to pose for mucky pictures to get you off the hook," she turned on Bobby.
"Please Trina, you said you'd do anything for me," he whined.
"So, if I do this," she said to me again, "how much are you paying?"
"For stills and videos, my standard rates are £25 an hour for nudes, £50 an hour for solo work, and £100 for multiples," I explained.
"Videos as well?" she said.
"Sure, videos are always good sellers," I said.
"Bobby, I want a word, now," her voice was low but Bobby followed her to a spot a few yards away. I watched as their conversation became more and more agitated. After a few moments Trina gave me a stare and walked away. Bobby re-joined me.
"Give me a time and a place for the first session," he said with a weak smile, "and she'll be there."
"Okay Bobby," I said taking out my diary, "Tuesday evening at seven at this address." I handed over one of my cards. "And here is £500, OK?"
"Sure, thanks Tony." His eager hands grabbed the offered notes.
I wasn't that worried if she didn't show. What's £500 these days anyway? I returned to my friends and finished my now warm drink.
Tuesday evening arrived and dead on seven she walked into my loft studio.
"Hi Trina," I said brightly and offered her a glass of chilled white wine.
"Okay, what do I have to do?" she asked, downing the wine in one gulp.
"Okay," I said, "we are going to do stills tonight, OK? Perhaps an hour of nudes and then we'll move on to toys."
"Toys?" she said, her eyes open wide.
"Yeah, but that's later," I said.
I went and switched on my studio flash outfits and I positioned her in front of the backdrop. She had a slim body, too slim really for photographic work, but with her pretty elfin face she could pass for years younger than her true age, whatever that was; I hadn't asked and I didn't care. She was now naked in front of me and I captured her body on ten rolls of 35mm film.
"Okay, take a break while I set up for the next shoot," I said and passed over her refilled glass.
I loaded a number of backs of my 6x6mm SLR for the very best results and I was ready.
"Okay, have you ever used one of these before?" I asked, holding up a medium sized dildo.
"N-No," she stuttered and she looked a little frightened.
"Well, I'm sure you know where to put it," I chuckled.
And she did. An hour later I had enough to repay the £500 I had laid out; pictures of young looking birds always sold well.
"Right, I want you here the day after tomorrow and we'll repeat this whole session on video," I said.
"Yes, okay," she said a little subdued, not really believing she had exposed herself so fully before me. I also think she expected me to want to fuck her. She wasn't wrong, it just wasn't the right time, yet.
* * * *
"Hi," I greeted her warmly. It was now Thursday evening and again she was on time. "Tonight we are going to repeat the other night's shoot but this time on video."
"Yes," she whispered.
"You okay?" I asked.
"Sure, other than doing this for a wanker of a boyfriend, I'm fine," she said with a rye smile.
Looks like the happy couple had a bust up. What the fuck do I care, just as long as she's here. Slowly, she stripped off her few clothes until she was naked, and then she danced and stroked herself to a simulated orgasm.
"That's great," I enthused, "take a break and we'll start again after a drink."
We sat down on the floor and downed a chilled glass and we chatted. I was right, lover boy Bobby was history, but to her credit she was still honoring his debts.
"Look, we can call it even after tonight," I said. "I should be able to recover my outgoings from these two sessions."
She looked at me for a long time.
"Thanks for that," she said with her first genuine smile, "I think I'll take you up on your offer."
"Right, in that case we better make this last session a money maker," I laughed. "I've written out a script for you to say, OK?" I said, handing over a sheet of paper.
"What's all this shit," she said with, again, a real smile.
"Credit me with knowing my business, OK?" I replied. "Nothing sells better that an underage girl talking dirty."
"Yeah, but all this crap...." she laughed. It was a very nice and sexy laugh.
I sat her on a wooden chair and started the main video camera; there were two others recording the scene from different angles.
"Okay, we're rolling, love," I said, "so let's start."
"Okay," she said in a little girlie voice.
"Tell me your name, love?" I asked.
"Trina," she said, her head lowered as if embarrassed.
"Look up Trina... that's better," I said when she did. "Right, how old are you?"
She looked up from the camera lens and stared me in the eye. Damn if she wasn't a good actor.
"I'm fifteen," she said, her voice quavering slightly.
Fifteen? That wasn't in the script. She was supposed to be fourteen.
"Fifteen?" I asked with doubt in my voice.
"Well, I will be next month," she added. Fuck me if she was improvising to make it more real.
"Right, please stand and tell me your measurements," I asked.
"Okay," her voice now a little breathless, "I'm 34B here," she cupped herself, "22 here and 34 here," her hands moving down her body to empathize her words.
"Good girl, now show me," I said.
Slowly, her clothes were removed until she was beautifully naked before me.
"Please turn," I said. "Good, good. Now tell me, Trina, are you a virgin?" I asked.
Her big eyes moved to meet mine. She didn't answer, she just shook her head.
"So tell me, who broke you in?" I asked. Again she just stared at me, so I had to prompt her. "Who fucked you first," I demanded.
At the word fuck, she twitched slightly, then whispered a few words.
"Speak up please," I said.
"Roy, my brother," she said, her head lowered in shame. Damn me if I would've believed this crap if I hadn't written the script myself.
"Oh god, you've got to tell us all about it," I said. "But now let's see what you can do with this."
My god this girl was some actor; the look on her face when I produced the dildo. She held it gingerly in her hands, looking from it to the camera and back again.
"Have you ever used one before?" I asked.
She didn't answer, just shook her head, her attention now firmly on the phallus in her hand.
"Well, I'm sure you know where to put it," I chuckled.
Her head came up and stared at the camera lens, with an expression that conveyed fear, apprehension and perhaps a little anticipation too. The video cameras whirled on silently for many seconds while she held the dildo in her hand, then slowly she inserted it into her mouth, just to wet it, and then she moved it south to her exposed pussy. I zoomed the camera for the close-up as the phallus slipped deep inside her.
"That's a good girl," I said, "now tell us how it feels."
"It's so big, fills me up," she said with her eyes closed.
"Right, fuck yourself with it," I instructed.
The sensitive mike could even pick up the squelching noises it was making as she pumped the dildo in and out of her sopping pussy. Her orgasm, when it came, seemed so real; it was loud and animated.
"Did you enjoy that?" I asked.
She had a dreamy look on her face and nodded towards me.
"Good, now tell me about your brother," I asked.
"Yeah, wasn't really Roy's fault," she said. "I used to tease him all the time, you know, sit on his lap or parade half naked around the house when we were alone."
"So what happened?" I asked.
She licked her lips, looked down for a second, god she was good.
"I wasn't wearing much, just a T-shirt over my smallest knickers. I plonked myself on his lap and moved about until I felt his thingie grow. He tried to push me off, and in the struggle his hands grabbed my tits."
She paused as if to collect her thoughts, then carried on.
"He pushed me off, flat on my back, unzipped himself and, pulling my gusset out of the way, pushed himself into me. He called me all sorts of names, like slut and prick teaser all the time he thrust into me. Of course, afterwards, he was all apologies, begged me not to tell anybody."
I then noticed that she was slowly pushing the dildo in and out of her pussy again; luckily the cameras were still rolling and catching it all. After her second apparent orgasm, I thanked her on screen persona and switched off the main camera.
"How was I?" she asked.
"You should be an actor," I praised, "you were very convincing."
"It was fun. When I couldn't remember your words, I made up a few of my own," she giggled.
"You were fine," I said.
"So we're done?" she said.
"Yeah, all done," I agreed. "You can get dressed and go, with my thanks."
"Any chance of me staying for a while?" she said with lowered eyes.
"Sure," I chuckled, knowing that the two other cameras were still recording. I moved from behind it and approached her slight figure.
"All this action has got me a little hot," she giggled.
Her small hands unzipped me and snaked out my hard cock. It disappeared into her hot little mouth; God this girl knew how to suck.
"Shit, enough of that," she said as my cock plopped out, "I need a fuck."
I knelt between her wide spread legs and pushed myself into her.
"Oh yes," she sighed, "now fuck me hard, you bastard."
I wasn't going to last long, what with all the visual stimulation of the last hour. Luckily for me, neither was she. Soon her body was bucking under me, this time with a real orgasm; I let go and pumped a big load deep inside her.
I leant on one elbow looking down at her slight figure. Wow this girl could make me a pile of money. She looked like a schoolgirl, fucked like a pro and acted like Sir Larry.
"Penny for them," she asked, her big eyes open and looking straight at me.
"W-What?" I said, being brought back from my thoughts.
"Your thoughts. You look miles away," she smiled.
"Yeah, I was thinking about a drink later, care to come?" I asked.
"Not tonight thanks, but tomorrow if that's okay," she smiled.
"Right, I'll pick you up at seven," I said.
She got up and was dressed in seconds; her leaving left my studio suddenly empty.
I didn't want to go out on my own, so I decided to edit the three videotapes. In the end, I finished up with two, one-hour tapes of our evening session. The first being soft would be rated as an X, the second being hard would command a triple X rating. I checked my watch and was staggered to discover it was 3 a.m.; I suddenly felt very tired so I went to bed.
Next morning, I took my two master tapes to Waldof Street to see my buyer. After he had seen them both, we haggled for some time but in the end we agreed on a figure for both tapes. He also took a few stills from the first session for promotional and sleeve covers. With my back pocket filled with fifty-pound notes I headed home.
Dead on seven I picked her up and we headed for this quiet pub I know. We had a drink and a bar meal while we chatted. At first she was a little shy to be with me, quite normal I would have thought, after yesterday.
"I can't believe that Bobby," she said slamming her glass down.
"What?" I asked.
"Making me pose for you just so he could get himself out of debt," she said hotly. "Well, he's bloody history."
"So why did you come along then?" I asked.
She looked up shyly at me over her glass rim and smiled. "To tell the truth, I did think about not turning up," she said, "but I was intrigued I suppose. I've never met anybody like you before."
"I'll take that as a compliment," I laughed.
"I'm not sure it is, really," she smiled, "but that Bobby, what sort of guy sells his girlfriend's body like that?"
Well, I did. Not only did I take and sell pictures of my very first girlfriend, Paula, my first ever sale of nude pictures was of my younger sister Tracy. If I remember rightly, I got £50 for hers and £100 for Paula's pictures. That money started me off all those years ago. I just smiled at her and kept my own story to myself.
"Come on, let's go back to your place," she said, draining her glass and heading for the door.
This time I took her to my apartment. Although I have cameras set up to cover the bed, I left them switched off, for now. My plans for her were not short-term. She might not know it yet, but if I get it right we would both make a bundle of money over the next few years.
THE END
