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By *rumCouple OP Couple
over a year ago
birmingham |
The next few days passed uneventfully. It was as if the intense sexual explosion I experienced for the actual shoot had been almost cancelled out by the odd, slightly prosaic nature of the end. With the last shot in the can, Tony stood up and began unloading his cameras. I hadn’t paid much attention, but he actually had three, all of which had funny backs which I later learned meant they could hold many more shots. I felt completely uneasy and nervous, not sure what to do. Jane gave me a shock by gently holding a towel in front of me – I was a little dazed.
“You did brilliant” she said, “said you’d enjoy it.” Her voice was normal, not flirty or suggestive. I used the towel to wipe the liquefying spunk from my cock and thigh, and started to dress. Weirdly, I could feel my cock tingling, and was aware that if I stayed any longer I could get hard again. I was slightly relieved that apparently neither Tony or Jane noticed.
As I made my way downstairs, following Jane, I wondered about Tonys comments.
“Give us a call next Friday” Jane said “we should know what the punters think then.”
Fantasy Soc. on Wednesday evening passed without incident. I briefly saw Emma, but she was at a different table, and since I had never spoken to her at the Fantasy Soc before, I didn’t want to do anything out of the ordinary now. I have no idea if she was looking at me – although when I was looking at her, I didn’t catch her looking at me.
I had intended not to call on the Friday. I think I was trying to convince myself it was a one off, and that I had done it for the money. But I couldn’t shake this feeling that if Tony had said it was no payment, or payment on sale, I would still have done it. Which left me confused and a little shaken.
Friday came, and I called on the way to Poly. The phone rang engaged, and I tried again from another phone box 5 minutes later. This time Jane answered.
“Hello, it’s –“ I was cut short. My voice was clearly known.
“Jason !” said Jane. “How’s it been ?”
“Er, fine” I managed to say. I still couldn’t shake this sense of wrongdoing somewhere.
“Good … good. Your set went down well, by the way. If you’d be happy doing another set, we’ve got some ideas already … but we’d like to talk about them first.” She stopped speaking. Clearly she was expecting an answer. Which I would have given sooner. But my mouth had gone very dry. For god’s sake, this woman had not only seen me have an orgasm. And ejaculate. But seen me wank to get there as well. I wasn’t sure which I felt oddest about.
“Yeah” I tried to sound cool “when’s good ?”
“We’ve got a couple of things on … but don’t worry, we’d have to wait till Thursday anyway. Wednesday afternoon … 5 ?”.
Fantasy Soc. was at 6, so I was OK.
“OK, I said.” and before I could say anymore, Jane said “Great. See you then …” and then almost as an afterthought “But if you can’t make it, please let us know – just give us a ring.”. I said I understood, and she was gone.
Of course, the days crawled by. I found myself having weird imaginings that people around me had seen the pictures, which piqued me slightly. I hadn’t seen the pictures. It had never occurred to me to ask if I could, despite the idea of having a set turned me on. I wasn’t so naïve as to not know where the pictures were ending up. I had read enough top shelf magazines to be aware of the small ads in the back. And now I was privileged enough to know where at least one of them ended up.
Wednesday came. A filthy sodden day, where the lack of light at dusk seemed to actually make things appear brighter. Definitely a winters day.
Once more I called at the shop. Or was it a studio. Both really. I found myself being thrilled at the juxtaposition of the family and wedding portraits in the window, with what I now knew went on at the back. It was Jane who led me through upstairs, and again offered me a cuppa. I asked if they had coffee – I guess I was starting my IT career in earnest !
Again, I sat down opposite the desk. Jane bought the coffee through, and sat down across from me. I was starting to see how she’d been a model … she certainly had a nice poise.
“So, you’re OK to do another set ?” she asked. No mention of Tony, or where he was. I felt slightly coy about admitting I had enjoyed it even though it was pretty hard to deny it … unless there had ever been a guy who didn’t enjoy cumming.
“The money really helped.” I replied, not realising I had evaded the question. She smiled, not unkindly, and made a point of looking at my face. I tried to look away, but it wasn’t possible, and for a long moment there was a mutual searching of eyes. I don’t know if I was expecting to see anything particular in them, but all I did see was … normal.
“Something I will never get about men …” she began. “Why do you find it so difficult to admit the truth. You enjoyed it. You had to – you came. Can’t you just admit it felt good to cum, and leave it at that ?”. It was a rhetorical question, asked with wry amusement, not malice. But it served to break the tension that had been building.”. I sipped my coffee, and felt a little relaxed … in fact I was actually enjoying this.
“Well, it’s not the done thing.” I managed to say. Was I flirting ? Was she ? I was 19 and had no idea.
“Anyway …” Jane continued when she realised I had finished. “I imagine you’ve got a good idea of our sideline here ?”. She paused, waiting for me to answer, but I just nodded.
“Well, we’ve put a few ads in some magazines … we offer hard core photos for collectors. Stuff you can’t get over the counter here. Solo girls, guys, and couples … you knew that ?”
“Er, not about couples.” I said, suddenly very turned on.
“Most popular line. Does that surprise you ?”. Having wanked off many a time to the pictures in Playbirds, Whitehouse, and Lovebirds, I couldn’t really say it did, and said as much. Jane laughed.
“That’s all a bit tame …” she said “you don’t actually see much do you ? You never see the guy actually inside the girl. Or her mouth around his cock. And you never see any cum. And the positions they have to use to hide a hard on … no that’s not really what our customers want.”. There was a pause as I digested this.
“Something you could do ?”. the question floored me. I really had no words. Finally, out of the jumble of thoughts in my mind, I pulled the fact which should have stopped things dead.
“Well I don’t have a girlfriend”. I said. It was true. Being a slightly nerdy type I wasn’t so comfortable with girls. I had a couple of flings before Poly, but they were very much teenage fumblings. Janes reaction startled me … she laughed again.
“Good god” she started … “you don’t do porn with your girlfriend … well not if you want to keep her … do you really think those girls you see in the magazines are all with their boyfriend ? Did you not notice they’re with different guys in different sets ?”. She stopped laughing as she looked at my face. Clearly I had thought that !
“Listen.” Her voice sharpened, and I paid attention. “Fucking for the camera is just that. A fuck. You’re not feeling for the other person … you’re there to enjoy yourself, and let the camera know it. And so are they. Do it any other way, and you’ll go mad. And I should know …”. In any other situation I would have asked a question at that point, but she seemed to want to continue.
“You’re 19. You are a very, very horny sod. When you first showed up here, it was obvious you’re more shy than outgoing. Yet you were here. Why ? You’re not a natural show-off. Yet you managed to spend 40 minutes wanking yourself off, with a guy photographing yourself until you shot a bucket load of spunk. Bit weird wouldn’t you say ?”. I hated being analysed like this. It was upsetting.
“So it’s obvious … porns a turn on for you. Both sides” this last was said with emphasis. “with you, it’s not a taboo thing like some. It’s a turn on … it’s a turn on because you’re not a show off.”
This last made no sense to me. I was still quite dazed.
“Anyway, the reason I’m talking about it, is we had a suggestion from a customer who saw your shots. He thought you’d look good in a duo set … and is willing to pay towards it.”. She stopped talking, letting it all sink in.
I felt sick. No, I didn’t. I thought I felt sick. Actually I felt like a washing machine had replaced my stomach – it was spinning round. No, I wasn’t feeling sick. I realised I was giddy, and that my breathing had become staccato. I concentrated on my breathing, and the dizziness subsided leaving me with a weird exhilarating tingle. I felt a little sweat on my brow. Jane was watching intently. She crossed her legs, and rested her cupped hands holding the mug on her knees. I returned her gaze, and suddenly found her very very attractive.
“Well, you’re not outraged “ she said, with a smile in her voice.
“No, well it’s just … I had no idea …” I could feel a deep flush rising up my face. “…I wasn’t … I mean I never really thought of …”
“Funny.” Jane replied “Most guys – hell most people – doing it never really set out to do it. Anyway, we’re hardly talking a career … just the odd set here to make a few bob and -”
“I feel all nervous.” I interrupted. “I’d be too worried about … I dunno. About … getting it right.”. Even as I said it, I knew I sounded less than convincing. “I mean … I don’t know how you’d like it and …” Jane blinked, and for a second her face lost it’s smile, to look confused. Then the smile returned. Was it my imagination, was it slightly kinder than before ?
“Ooooooo … you charmer !” she said “now there’s a thought ! You and me ! Wow … that would be … good.”. I had never seen a woman acting this way. Slightly flirty, slightly … was I getting a come-on ?
“No, no.” she continued “I don’t model anymore … shame as I could see you and I having a fun time … oh no, the suggestion we had was to see you and Emma together.”
If it hadn’t been possible to hear a pin drop before, it was now. The last sentence poleaxed me, and I coughed slightly as the coffee went down the wrong way.
“Emma ?” I managed to squeak. A flicker of concern passed over Janes face. She become businesslike again.
“There’s no problem is there … please don’t tell me you’re an item … although …” she stopped, frowning. I found myself suddenly wanting to know exactly what Emma had told them about me, realising that in all matter of fact it couldn’t be much. We only saw each other for 3 hours on a Wednesday – at different tables. Working this out, gave me a surge of confidence … I felt anonymous.
“No, we’re not … we hardly know one another.” I said “I certainly don’t fancy her.” The last came out almost as a challenge. However Jane returned to unfazed.
“OK. So, the big one … would you do it ?”. Looking back I should have picked up on the subtle use of “would”. Not “could”. “Would”. I found myself trying to picture Emma, naked, with myself fumbling around. Not believing she could possibly enjoy it. Weirdly the knowledge that I could now fuck her, seemed to mess with my perception … to be fair, she did have a nice figure. I wondered if she’d done this before. Like Jane I had gone from “could” to “would”.
“It’ll be £25.” Jane continued, as if she were pressing an advantage. Then she put the last piece of the jigsaw into place. “Emma’s agreed, if you’re up for it. We wanted to make sure before we asked you.”
“Oh”. There really wasn’t much I could say. For now. “I hadn’t expected this, I need to think about it.”. Jane’s voice became slightly indifferent. “Well, you’ll need to think fast. We’d like to shoot tomorrow, and if you’re not into it, we’ll have to find someone else, so we’d like to know as soon as possible.”. Feeling like I had jumped out of a plane, I started being cross with my own indecision. Dithering was a negative trait of mine, and this was no time for dithering. I found myself becoming extremely aroused at the thought of fucking – the word Jane had used so perfectly – fucking Emma. Just because we were being paid to do it. No relationship. No going out. Just a fuck. I was painfully erect, and pleased my coat was covering my crotch, even though Jane had truly seen it all, in my case. As I hurried myself into a decision, I remembered it was Wednesday … Fantasy Soc. I was going to go there, and have to say to Emma either “Yes, lets fuck for a photo shoot tomorrow.” Or “Sorry, I didn’t fancy fucking you for the camera.”. How would she react if I said the latter ? Would she assume that meant I would fuck her if there wasn’t a camera ? Would that be a compliment ? Insult ? OK I had never fancied her, but I certainly didn’t dislike her. She had an infectious giggle which I’d hear sometimes, from the other table. And the time I helped her in the lab she had been friendly and chatty. Besides, the knowledge that she was apparently quite happy to fuck me …
“Did you mention .. I mean does Emma know you were going to ask me ?” I had to ask, having had the thought.
“Oh yes.” Jane said brightly. “She’s never done a boy-girl shoot either, so like you was a bit hesitant. But then, like you she needs the money.”. For some reason I found the last statement incredibly horny without knowing why. But it did the trick.
“OK.” I said … “yes, I’d be well up for it.”
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