Chapter 4
I paced back and forth in my room.
Holy shit could this go bad. Why couldn't I have been content with free housing through college?
Not only was I fucking Sarah, but I was posting nudes and now videos of me fucking her. It was so dumb! I mean, I charged enough for the video to see her face as her virginity was taken that I didn't think anyone would pay for it. I certainly wouldn't. But checking again, now there were over 500 people who had paid to see the side-by-side of her face and pussy as she got royally fucked!
I was making bank, but if one of those were her father, an uncle, a cousin.... Anyone who knew her, this would go nuclear in my face. I'd be out and the money I made probably wouldn't get me through college.
Then there was this friend of Sarah's, Cindy, who was coming over explicitly to meet with Sarah's 'professional photographer'. I didn't know the first thing about actual photography. I had just made sure the views of Sarah's tits, ass and pussy were good and took lots of pictures until I had enough ones that turned out okay that I could post them.
The one saving grace was that Cindy had even less experience with professional photography than Sarah had.
There were two voices in my head. One said, "Cut your losses! Play it safe! Find an excuse! Take down the videos and just say that you got an updated syllabus and nude models are no longer needed!"
But then the other voice said, "But... What if Cindy is cute? You really gonna pass up on another hot bimbo and stop fucking the idiot you live with because you are a chicken? This is why you graduated high school as a virgin. Man up and fuck the dumb bitches."
I am ashamed to say the arguments were both almost equal in appeal.
What if, I played it safe WHILE fucking dumb bimbos? I'd already seen just how naive and gullible Sarah was... I could just make sure that I didn't bring in any girls smarter, and my proposed filtering tactic of hot tub parties could work....
Gah! It was so stressful.
I made up my mind.
I walked down the hall to where I could hear Sarah running on her treadmill in the gym that was the master bedroom.
I stepped in and was almost immediately hypnotized by Sarah's bouncing tits. She was wearing a sports top and tiny fucking shorts that only half covered her thighs and ass.
No. I told myself. You are here to talk, not ogle her or fuck her.
"Hey Sarah, can we talk?" I called.
Sarah had earbuds in and hit the button to stop the treadmill, "What?" She called back before removing her earbuds.
"I wanted to talk to you about what is gonna happen when Cindy comes over in a couple of hours." I told her.
"Oh, sure." Sarah agreed happily, hopping off the treadmill. "What did you want to talk about?"
I took a deep breath, "Well, you told Cindy I was a professional photographer, right?"
"Yep." Sarah confirmed confidently.
"That means that you should have great faith that I know what I am doing, right?" I nudged her thoughts in the right direction.
"Uh-huh." Sarah confirmed.
"So, that means you shouldn't second guess what I say, and do whatever I tell you to, right?" I prodded.
"What? Why would I do that?" Sarah asked, confused.
"Well, you are a professional model, right?" I coached.
"Yeah..." Sarah conceded.
"And professional models do whatever they're told by a professional photographer, right?" I directed her.
"OH! I get it!... I think." Sarah declared.
"Right! So if you were second guessing me, or not doing what I said, then it would look either like you aren't a professional model, or like I am not a professional photographer. You follow?" I finished.
"I think so. But this is only when we're modeling right?" Sarah questioned.
Sometimes with Sarah, the opportunities were too good to pass up.
"Well, if you don't practice you might forget when it actually matters and that would make you look dumb. Can you imagine how dumb you'd look if you told Cindy you were a professional model and I was a professional photographer, and we've done all these things together, and then I asked you to take your top off so I could take pictures of your boobs and you didn't?" I suggested laughing.
Sarah gave an awkward smile, "Yeah... that would be dumb... But the pictures will be of Cindy this time... right? So I can keep my shirt and bra on this time? Right?"
Goddamn why was I such a horny mess. I'd just fucked her a few hours ago and I was still finding her body irresistible.
"Well, Cindy is less experienced, so you might need to take your clothes off to show her it's okay to be naked in front of a professional photographer." I prayed she would listen.
Sarah sighed, "I guess. Dang. I was hoping to not be naked again today."
"Did you tell her when I got here, or when I started taking pictures of you?" I fished.
"No... I guess I just told her I got back into it. I don't think I told her any sort of days or anything." Sarah muttered thinking back to her phone conversation.
"Then we should probably pretend I've been here for months and you've been doing this a while and are just now telling your friends because you are now a legit model and can do all the model things." I suggested.
"Ooooo. I like that! That way I will have sen...Senior.... I will have been a model longer than them so they have to respect me!" Sarah declared.
I needed this. So I took a gamble.
"And as a long term model, you have gotten used to little things like this." I couldn't wait any longer and reached out and gave her left boob a good squeeze. Oh fuck it felt good in my hand with just the fabric of the sports top between the soft flesh and my hand.
Sarah jumped, "Ha ha! Yeah. That wouldn't be like a good model at all... would it?"