Part 18
We travelled back from the festival the next morning, and I think all of us, my brother, Ryan and I were all feeling a little low after all the excitement, and probably all a bit hung over. Hailey and I swapped phone numbers at least and Marcus and Ryan told me they had made plans to go to France for a week or so the next day to visit Margo, which I was a bit disappointed about, no more naughtiness with them then for a while. I was really too tired to think much about it though and we were quiet in the car and when we got home I just dumped my stuff on the couch downstairs and went to bed to sleep.
I actually slept right through until they woke me in the morning at 10.30am. They both kissed me goodbye, and I dozed off again for another hour. Come the afternoon I was sat around the house feeling bored, and I was reminiscing about all the naughty things I had done at the festival. I had a bit of a count up and Christ, I had been fucked by 13 different men and had my first sexual encounters with another woman, not forgetting the modelling.
Speak of the devil, just then the phone rang, and it was Andy Durham from the fetish stall. He was his usual ebullient self, and he told me he had already had some interest from the photos he had taken of me. Evidently he had sent a few prints around to some friends and people in the trade and one of them, namely Kenneth Martin, was very keen to meet me today and would probably have some paid work to offer me. I asked Andy what he was like.
"Well, Jane, he's a fair bit older, in his 60s and I won't lie, he is a bit of an old perv, but then that's not unusual in this line of work. He makes films as well as prints magazines, usually in the niche end of the market. I'll give you his address, it's in London, and it's a place called Martin's Book Emporium, upstairs it's all normal end of print cheap books but downstairs is a large adult shop with peep shows and stuff."
I agreed to go and meet him that afternoon and Andy would let him know I was on my way. He wished me luck and a little later I was on the train to Soho in London, about an hour's journey. I found the place no problem and went down the stairs to the Adult Shop and asked the rather bored looking guy behind the counter where I could find Mr. Martin. I was dressed in my usual summer clothes of a flowery blouse and light jacket, short denim skirt and flowery socks over my black sandals. He smiled a little lecherously at me as he looked me up and down and then just pointed to a door marked staff only.
"Just through the door, up the stairs and it's first on your left."
I thanked him as he just continued to stare at me with a sly smile on his face and I went through the door and up to the room on the left and stood outside, took a deep breath and knocked.
"Come in!"
Called a slightly irritated sounding man and I nervously opened the door and peeped in to see a rather gross fat old guy with badly dyed black thinning hair with a bad comb-over in a tatty old suit sat behind a desk partially obscured by a cloud of cigar smoke. He waved the smoke away from his face like he was swatting mosquitos and barked.
"What?"
"Oh, hello Mr. Martin, I'm Jane."
"Jane? Jane? Jane who?"
He said absentmindedly.
"Erm, Jane Rawlings, sir."
"Oh! Andy Durham's girl with the titties!"
"Erm, yes, that's me."
"Oh, sorry I had forgotten you were coming, please take a seat, Jane."
He said beckoning me in, his manner softening somewhat and I walked in timidly and sat down in the chair in front of him. I looked around the small untidy office briefly, there were posters all over the walls of naked women and some men obviously advertising various adult films and magazines, some of them half hanging off the walls, and piles of videos and magazines. He put his cigar down in the ashtray, next to a paper plate with a half-eaten sandwich on it, leant over his desk and we shook hands as he eagerly looked me up and down.
"Wow, you are a tall one, great legs!"
"Thank you, sir."
I stammered, feeling a little overwhelmed.
"Ken! We're going to be friends, good friends, so call me Ken!"
He said quite loudly.
"Sure, ah, yes Ken."
"Good girl! Now we are going to have a little chat. Do you want tea or coffee?"
"No, I'm..."
"Nonsense, have a coffee."
"Oh, erm, OK."
Wow, he was really pushy, he was physically a big guy, with a powerful voice and a real fast talking business manner. He pushed a button on his desk by the phone and just said.
"Two coffees please, Des."
"Yes, Ken, coming up."
He turned back to me and his face erupted in a huge smile.
"Now, Jane, Andy was kind enough to send me over some photos of you, I understand you met at a music festival, and you begged him to let you model some of his leather gear."
"Well, I wouldn't say I begged him."
"Ha! Just my little joke Jane, my love, but I must say I was pretty impressed especially for a first shoot. So you're not shy then?"
"Erm, no, not too shy."
"I'll say, but with a body like yours why would you be."
He said as he picked up a large envelop and tipped out what was evidently some prints of my shoot from the festival. He looked through a few humming and nodding but he didn't show me.
"Yeah, they are great. I really wanted to see you in the flesh though because I know Andy's photographer can pull a few tricks in his darkroom and I wanted to know you were the real deal. You have a pretty face too, Jane."
"Thank you...Ken."
"And those tits look very promising. Show me."
"What?"
"Show me your tits."
He said decisively. I instinctively put my hands up over my blouse and paused.
"Erm, what...now?"
I said a bit surprised, it was all happening so fast.
"Yes, of cause now! Stand up!"
"Oh...OK."
I said feeling a little intimidated still by his blustering. I stood up and took off my jacket blushing slightly and unbuttoned my blouse and held it open showing him my breasts filling out my white bra and just stood there. He looked at me for a second and then said with a wave of his hand.
"Take it off then!"
I swallowed and removed my blouse folding it neatly and placed it over my chair and turned to face him again. He just puffed, looking a little annoyed.
"Bra!"
He said curtly and just flicked his thumb to the side. I took a deep breath and reached behind me and undid the catch. I looked at him as he watched intently, his mouth half open in expectation and I pulled the straps down and dropped my bra onto the chair and stood up straight, arms by my side allowing him a clear view of my firm heavy breasts.
"Oh, yes, those are killer titties!"
He said so loudly that I actually jumped a little. He was beaming up at me as he stared across his desk at my breasts chuckling and pursed his lips. He stood up and I was slightly shocked to see just how fat he really was, he practically waddled around to my side of his desk and just leant back against it as he studied my breasts close up, his fat gut nearly touching me.
Just then the door opened and in walked a younger man, maybe 40ish holding a tray with our coffees. I gulped as I looked at him and instinctively covered my breasts with my hands as he just smiled back at me casually.
"Thank you, Des! Have a look at these, are they not the best fucking tits you've seen in years?"
Ken looked back at me and looked a bit annoyed as he saw my hands now covering myself and he just glared at me and flicked his finger angrily in a downward motion to me. I lowered my hands again and Des's face beamed back at me with pleasure as he looked at my bare breasts.
"Oh, boy, I'd love to get my face in there, even though I might not survive the experience!"
And they both laughed loudly.
