Debbie Daniels had been a top notch pin up model, notable for her large, natural 36E breasts, which looked particularly large given her diminutive 5'1" frame. It had been years since she had done a photo shoot, yet she still remained one of the most popular big tit models, with a significant fan base across the globe.
Now 36 years old, Debbie had run into financial difficulties. She had made a decent living as a nurse's assistant, but her lack of formal schooling, combined with her luxurious tastes, had left her with $25,000 in credit card debt. She had been glad to put nude modeling behind her, but desperate for cash, she explored the possibility of posing once again.
She called John Wolf, the head of the Victory publishing group, who had overseen Debbie's earlier photo shoots and videos. She trusted John as a straight shooter, who had never misled or treated her unfairly, a rarity in an industry overrun with creeps and crooks.
"I was hoping to earn some money," Debbie told him. "Do you think there's still an interest in me? I've kept myself in good condition and if anything, my breasts have gotten larger and fuller. I might even be a G cup now."
"So nice to hear from you," John responded, "and you still have a ton of fans. But boy has this industry changed. Glamour isn't important anymore and there are girls out there who will do anything for the smallest amount of money possible. So a glamour shoot pays maybe $200 - hardly worth getting out of bed for."
Debbie swallowed hard. "What about racier shoots?" Debbie asked.
"You're not going to like what you hear," John told her. "Girl-girl soft is $250; girl-girl hard is $500; girl-boy soft is one to two thousand and girl-boy hard is ten to fifteen thousand."
Debbie knew what hard meant but couldn't bring herself to contemplate being filmed having actual sex. "What's involved in boy-girl soft?" She asked. "What do I have to do?"
"It's very tasteful," John explained. "You pose like you are having sex, but you don't do anything. Don't get me wrong - you have to hold the guy's cock and simulate tit fucking, but you don't have to put his cock in your mouth, pussy or any other orifice."
"I see," Debbie murmured, thinking about the possibility. She couldn't imagine what her Mom and friends might think if they saw her in such a shoot. But she knew she needed money - not hundreds of dollars but thousands of dollars. "Would I get a say in who the guy is?" Debbie asked.
"Not completely," John told her. "Best I can do is send you a sample of photos and let you pick the guy."
"I'll do it," Debbie told him impulsively. "Send over the photos."
When the photos arrived in her inbox, Debbie laughed. There were photos of five men and some of them had goofy expressions on their faces. One was holding his erect, throbbing cock in front of him as if it were a club. Another was covered with tattoos, which Debbie didn't like. She finally settled on a lean, but muscular man, with dark hair. She picked him because he had the smallest cock - it was still probably eight inches, but the last thing she wanted was a monstrous ten inch cock near her. She let John know her selection and they scheduled the shoot. Debbie negotiated a cheap plane fare so that her net take from the shoot could be as large as possible.
As Debbie approached the studio for the shoot, her mind was racing. "Can I really do this?" She asked herself. "What if the guy thinks I'm ugly?" From her experience, she knew that some men found her gorgeous - "breast men" she called them - while others preferred slim, model types. She remembered overhearing a thin Italian man pointing in her direction and referring to her as "a cow." On the other hand, many times she had experienced men nearly drooling at the sight of her breasts.
Holding her breath, she entered the studio. The model, Robert, was already waiting for her. She was pleased to see how attractive and friendly he looked. After they were introduced, Robert told her, "John sent me your picture, but Wow! you are even prettier in person." Debbie blushed.
John broke the ice by explaining the set up. He had a series of scenes he wanted to shoot and would walk them through them in sequence, directing Robert and Debbie as to how to arrange themselves. They moved to the set, which was made to look like a seaside bedroom. The shoot started out with the two of them clothed. John positioned them so they were embracing and then instructed them in a series of shots where Robert was removing Debbie's blouse and bra, along with shots of him kissing her breasts and sucking her nipples. Debbie felt awkward at the staged shoots and she finally put her head down and walked off the small set.
"Maybe this isn't for you," John consoled her, putting his arm around her.
Debbie held back the tears. "I can't back out; I need the money."
"Maybe it's not worth it," John told her. "Look, I'll pay your travel expenses and we'll just do a solo shoot. If you aren't comfortable with this, it's a sign you shouldn't do it."
