The Audition
It seemed strange to have a man whom she had just met touching her like that as they relaxed on the sofa. Manuel had a hand beneath her bare breast, cupping it, brushing a finger across her extended nipple. It felt so bold to let him do that, not something she had expected.
Now his lips were on her neck, softly licking the sensitive area between her ear and her chin. His other hand came to rest on her upper thigh before he began to slowly draw his fingertips toward her barely sheathed pussy. How close did he intend to get to her most private area?
Sharon's body had switched into automatic mode, preparing itself for sex. Her nipples were taut, and her head tilted back, eyes half-closed. She could feel the moisture forming inside and filtering down to her opening. If Manuel was coming in soon, he would find an inviting welcome.
As his fingertips advanced closer to her pleasure centre, Sharon instinctively eased her legs a bit farther apart. Her body was ready to fuck, even though her mind wouldn't allow it. This was very exciting, especially with two people watching, both of them with cameras capturing every move!
"That's it, Manuel. Bring your fingertips right to the very edge of her g-string. And you can kiss that nipple. Put the other arm around her waist and rest your hand on her lower hip."
Gwen was directing the action and she liked it hot.
"Sharon, I need you to position your arms and hands better. One hand should be pressing his head to your tit, the other near his cock. Closer. Good. Shake your head so hair covers part of your face."
This was erotica and the models must not be recognizable.
"Now Manuel, we'll shoot from the side. Bring your lips very close to hers. Sharon, open your mouth ready to French kiss. Eyes closed. Manuel, squeeze her other tit from beneath. Ready now."
The models knew that erotic photography seems like the real thing sometimes.
"OK. Lots of passion. French kisses. Show me tongues. Manuel, one hand cupped over top of her pussy now, and Sharon, your hand just brushing his cock. Look like you want to fuck. Perfect!"
It seemed awfully bold to Sharon, but for this audition she'd do everything asked of her. It was all that stood between her and an open door to that other world she wanted so much.
****
Sharon met erotic photographers Tom and Gwen Miller at the annual photo convention in the capital. She'd posed provocatively at two erotica workshops, and Tom had attended her second session. He liked what he saw and immediately phoned his wife Gwen to convince Sharon to dine with them. Talking to another woman had given her enough assurance to accept their invitation.
Before dinner, the Millers examined the cellphone shots which Tom had taken during the photo session. Gwen was as impressed with Sharon's 'look' as her husband had been, and discussion quickly went to the next level. The Millers lived in the capital and had a small studio right in their penthouse apartment. Would Sharon consent to visiting them for an all-day sitting, quite possibly leading to a lucrative modelling contract?
This was heady stuff! Just a few months ago she had begun to pose nude, experiencing an excited awakening during a glamour shoot with Joannie. Now the lovely green-eyed, blonde- a married mother of two- enjoyed posing for erotica, and these two professionals were offering a lifetime opportunity. At thirty-five, Sharon was tired of her mundane job, eager to grab this chance.
During supper, Sharon was taking the measure of Gwen Miller. She looked to be about her own age, at least a decade younger than Tom. The woman still had the good looks and shape of a model, but she was less curvaceous than Sharon- more like her recent lover Liana. Gwen had shiny, straight black hair, and those smoldering dark eyes again brought Liana to mind. Sharon wanted to learn more about her.
"Tom said you were his model before he taught you photography. Tell me about that."
She soon learned that Gwen could be extremely direct and bold.
"I met him in London on assignment and I think we fucked all that first night. Soon he was shooting me nude. Then one night I fumbled through some shots of him and discovered I liked being behind the lens. After that, he taught me everything."
"But not about sex, Gwen," Tom joked.
"No, I had been around and knew that subject very well- with men and women," she replied, with a flirting glance at Sharon.
It didn't go unregistered. After dinner, Tom ordered coffees and liqueurs so they could continue. They liked Sharon, so Gwen took the next step.
"Sharon, we want you to audition for us, a professional session at our own studio. We'll pay all expenses, and you can stay as our guest overnight so you come home refreshed. We pay a thousand dollars for your session, provided you sign over the rights to the day's photos. That's pretty much standard."
Sharon's head was spinning- a thousand dollars for a day of posing!
"But you need to realize something first. Erotic photography is often solo, but sometimes with another model. We'll be casting you with a male model- a very good friend about your age- and a woman too. Can you do that?"
She thought for a minute, rolling this around in her mind. The female was not a problem; after all, she had posed nude with Liana. But the male was another matter.
"On one condition. I cannot be naked with the man. My god, my husband would be so upset if he ever found out. I must wear some little covering."
"Fair enough," Gwen replied, looking at her husband. "Full nudity with the female is fine, though?"
Gwen already knew she would be the one, and she looked forward to posing nude with Sharon.
"Yes. I've done that and there was no problem with me or Mark about it."
****
Mark found his wife elated the evening she returned home from the convention. Sharon whisked the children off to bed a bit early, then cornered him in the bedroom. He could see from the look in her eye that he'd be taking a wild ride tonight. He was right. Soon she was naked, on her knees in front of him, stiff cock in her mouth. It only got better from there!
In the afterglow, as they lay in bed, Mark was marveling at how hot Sharon had been for sex. That's when she told him about her two posing sessions, leaving out the salacious details about secretly masturbating with her back to the photographers. He listened without jealousy, by now used to her love of erotic posing. But he sensed that there might be something more.
"Anything else about the convention I should know, babe?"
"We sold at least thirty of my framed photos and my share came to almost a thousand dollars!"
"Incredible! This posing really can pay well. You're just so beautiful naked!"
Sharon couldn't hold back any longer.
"What would you think if I could earn that much in a single day, Mark?"
"In one day? I'd find it very hard to believe. Why?"
Sharon told him about meeting Tom Miller at the convention, then having supper with him and Gwen, both photographers. She explained that they had offered her a thousand dollars to come to the capital and audition for them. Mark had some reservations.
"Can you trust these people? Are they trying to get you into porn or prostitution? How do you know that they're legitimate?"
"I checked the Internet, Mark. They have their own website where they sell their work to galleries and magazines. Expensive pieces. Look for yourself. Even contact them if you want some extra assurance."
"What did you tell them? Sounds like you agreed?"
"I did. I'll take the train in two weeks and stay overnight at their place Saturday. Be home Sunday afternoon."
"Ohhh.... You already decided. I'll check their website and maybe contact them myself," Mark replied, somewhat defensively.
"Sure, honey. I want you comfortable with my decision. But don't say anything to put them off. I don't want to be working in that piss-reeking seniors' home for the rest of my life!"
Mark had heard her complain about her job before, but never in such derogatory terms. So, he called the number on Tom's business card to ask a few questions. The man seemed friendly enough and answered everything without hesitation, leaving Mark feeling better about the whole thing. He knew how much Sharon wanted to audition; however, he also realized that if successful, there were bound to be implications for their present life.
****
Gwen was directing today. "Now some shots on the bed. Manuel, leave the briefs on and lean back on those pillows. And Sharon, wear that sheer short gown you brought and the bottoms. Kneel beside him, resting on your haunches, legs apart for balance."
Sharon smiled at Manuel as they got ready. Thus far, she found him a pretty decent guy, about her own age and very handsome- Latin handsome. His curly black hair, strong build, and big arms seemed to belie his gentle disposition. Manuel had a kind face, like a stranger a woman could trust. While it felt awkward to be half-naked with another man, Sharon knew this was part of the business.
Now they were together on the big studio bed with Tom and Gwen standing alongside. Both had a camera in hand- very intimidating! And a foot away, Manuel's broad chest and rugged face could not be ignored. Sharon felt nervous and glancing down she saw that her sheer gown did nothing to hide her tits. Suddenly, she felt exposed and wondered if she really wanted to do this.
Gwen set the scene: "Imagine you met in a cafe and there's an attraction. Manuel rented a room upstairs, and Sharon is taken by his European charm and good looks. And there's something deep inside that's different for her, exciting too. She wants to fuck this gorgeous man tonight! You both feel a desperation to grab the moment before it's gone."
"There's no script," Tom coached. "Just use Gwen's scenario for roles, because this is as much acting as photography. Let's see how it goes. Manuel, you've done this before, so you take the lead. Sharon, it helps to actually speak like you're in the story. There's plenty of time, so don't worry that you might say or do the wrong thing."
