(Disclaimer: This story is a work a fiction.)
"I'm telling you this is the perfect opportunity to blow off some steam." Zendaya's manager explained. Zendaya was looking herself over in the mirror while her phone sat on the sink.
"I could just go to Cabo." Zendaya said sarcastically.
"Well... that's not really in your time slot. The schedule is really backed up."
"Then try to clear the schedule. I don't need to spend my Saturday doing some shady photoshoot." Zendaya brushed a loose curl of hair from her face. Her face was bare and natural. She was wearing a plain white t-shirt with no bra and simple black cloth shorts that showed off her long legs.
"Well, you're only free today and Sunday. Monday you'll have to go to Paris and then Tuesday back to L.A. Don't even get me started on the rest of the week. If you don't take this time now, you'll be aching by Wednesday. Besides, the public can tell when you're stretched too thin, even if you don't think they can." Her manager explained.
"Fine," Zendaya sighed. "What am I going to be doing anyway?"
"I was told this was going to be like any other modeling job."
"What's the name of the place? Can I get some specifics?" Zendaya picked up her phone and made her way to her bedroom. She opened her laptop and readied the search engine.
"It's a private studio firm. Clear Faces Studios. They do involve themselves in more... pornographic photoshoots."
Zendaya's jaw dropped when she looked at the photos. They were mostly gorgeous European and African models doing topless shoots. But when she got to the videos, they were teasers. One woman was tall and pale with midnight black hair and deep green eyes. The first few seconds of the video were just her smiling and waving at the camera, then a flash cut to her stripping naked, and the last few seconds were blacked out.
"This is a nude photoshoot?" Zendaya felt a tingle run down her spine. She could've sworn she'd seen the shadows of two men in the few seconds of the video. She muted it and replayed it.
"Yes."
"Now why would I do that?" Zendaya asked. She tried to put on a disgusted tone, but she felt a chill go straight down her back. Zendaya paused on the frame and she saw the shadows of two naked men with big cocks. The pale girl was smiling because she was going to get fucked.
"The photos won't be released. From what I've heard they have a really kind and professional team. They are offering really good money for you specifically. You're the only high profile American they've come into contact with. If you don't want to do it, I'll decline the offer, but it wouldn't hurt to give it a shot. It won't even take all day like the other ones."
"Really? So I don't have to get all dolled up? I can show up in my shirt and shorts?"
"Yup. So I take this as a yes?"
"I..." Zendaya paused. Her nipples were rock hard against the fabric of her shirt. A strange thrill went through her. Being such a high-profile celebrity (with a certain standard to uphold) meant having to sign yourself to long periods of celibacy. Zendaya hadn't had sex in eight months. She hadn't touched herself in six months. Deep down she knew what Clear Faces were. They were a glammed-up porn studio that could finally get their big break by fucking one of Hollywood's biggest stars, even if the pictures wouldn't get out.
"I'm in."
*
A few hours later Zendaya pulled up to the outside of a building that looked like a warehouse. Four in the afternoon in this part of Los Angeles meant that there could be a swarm of paparazzi just waiting to take a picture of Zendaya walking into a random building in flip-flops. She looked around three or four times before deciding it was safe to step outside. The anticipation was killing her. At this point, she didn't care if someone saw her. This was just an extravagant dick appointment.
Zendaya opened the front door and the place seemed nice. A cool breeze whirled throughout the entire front office. The walls were painted light blue and the floors were spotless white marble. The place was designed like a massage parlor. A tall and young blonde with bright blue eyes sat at the front desk with a bright smile on her face. She wore a simple white blouse with black dress pants. Her hair was tied back in a neat bun. She looked about thirty.
"Ms Coleman! I'm so glad you could make it!" The blonde stood up and outstretched her hand. Zendaya reached out to shake hers.
"Thanks. You know my name?" Zendaya smiled.
"Of course. When we found out that you could be coming here it's all we've been talking about. My name's Rebecca by the way."
"Nice to meet you, Rebecca."
"So," Rebecca reached down behind her desk and grabbed a few papers. "I take it you'll be doing the full experience, correct?"
"What's that?"
"It's the photoshoot and the video." Rebecca smiled.
"Um... quick question." Zendaya leaned in and dropped her voice to a whisper. "Am I getting in the video with the two men?"
"Two men? Oh! You mean Roger and Dale? Yes they'll be in."
