"Oh I understand! When people hear the word 'climax' they think of the money shot, or of a woman panting and moaning while having sex on film. I should have clarified what I meant, Miranda. The series is called 'Real women's orgasms.' As you can imagine, it involves women masturbating on film. It is partly a how too video, but mostly it just arouses the audience. Each episode is a half hour of one woman solo. First the woman strips for the camera. Then the camera follows her into the shower, and films her showering. Finally, the action moves to the bed, where the camera films her as she pleasures herself. What makes this series stand apart from the copy-cats is the authenticity of the masturbation scene...we don't put out anything fake."
I had to think about this. I hadn't expected something so graphic. If it was just the stripping and showering part, I would have agreed quickly, but I was a little shy about the masturbation part. Although I had let the camera take pictures of my most intimate parts, they were just pictures, not video footage. And I considered masturbation to be a very private experience; I had rarely ever let anyone watch me do that, even my lovers rarely got to see that side of my sexuality.
"How much would I get for this video, Cindy?" I asked. It is kind of sad that money was such a factor, but I was a poor college student, and I needed the cash.
$1000." She responded. That didn't seem like much; after all I had earned $2000 for the graphic photo-shoot... I told her that I would need a lot more for such a graphic video.
"Oh, Miranda, you misunderstood me. I meant $1000 an hour, and this video shoot will take about 3 hours. I can print up a contract right now, stating a flat fee of $3000 for the shoot. She punched some buttons on a keyboard, and a contract started to print. It printed out slowly on an old fashioned dot-matrix printer with perforation and holes on the edges of the paper. I looked it over. She handed me a fountain pen. If I signed the contract, I was agreeing that the video could be distributed on the Internet, DVD, and Video. There was no telling how many people would be watching me touch myself in the most private way possible.
I considered whether to sign or not. Suddenly the door opened, and it was Jerry and a tall man I had never met. Jerry was portly, with a grey beard and a pony-tail. He looked very much like Jerry Garcia, actually, and he was in his early 50s. The other man was in his early 30s, and he was tall and thin, wearing black jeans and a black t-shirt. He had sideburns, long dark hair, and thick glasses.
Jerry introduced him as Steven, the cameraman. Jerry then asked me if I was ready to go, and I told him I still hadn't decided.
I could see the look of panic in his eyes; he had agreed to have the video-shoot by today, and he might not have a model. I weighed the pros and cons, and finally decided that the money would be very useful to help pay off my student loans.
"O.K., I'll do it." I told everyone, while signing on the dotted line of the contract. My hand shook as I signed away my right to privacy, knowing that I was about to be filmed doing something very personal and private. Jerry walked me over to a studio I had never seen before. It was a bedroom. Everything looked very feminine. The sheets were white with red and pink flowers. The wallpaper was white. The curtains were white and lacy, and there were fresh flowers all over the room in nice clear crystal vases. The carpet was very thick and off white, and there were nice antique wood tables and old-fashioned lamps throughout the room.
Cindy picked out a dress for me. It was a very fancy black lacy dress. It had a zipper down the back. She also handed me a pair of white lacy panties with red flowers on the front and back, and a matching bra. The bra and panties almost matched the sheets! I was about to go into the bathroom to change into the outfit, but Jerry said that the cameras were already rolling. I noticed that Steven had positioned himself in a corner, and was indeed filming me. He stopped the tape for a minute, and Jerry explained that DVDs these days had to have tons of special features, and one of the features was a "Making of" section.
Although I had become relaxed and comfortable, I froze up a bit knowing that I was already being filmed. Why would people want to watch this part, I thought? Oh well. I shrugged and pulled off my t-shirt. I threw it to the floor. I asked Jerry if I should be stripping in any particular way, and he said just to act like I was at home alone, getting ready to take a shower. I sat on the bed, and unsnapped my bra, letting my breasts out. I arched my back, jutting out my breasts to the camera. Then I lay down and shimmied out of my short red skirt, casually tossing it on the floor. Wearing just my plain white panties, I stood up and bent over, letting the camera get a good view of my ass as I stripped off the last of my clothing. I walked over to Jerry, and he asked me if I liked the outfit Cindy had picked out for me. I told him I did.
He kept chatting with me, and I forget that the camera was rolling. We talked about my other photo shoot. It felt strange to talk about that, because the magazine was called "Spread Pink Beaver." I turned red saying the name of the magazine, and he told me that my issue had sold very well, and that lots of men had gotten off looking at my poses.
I put on the lacy white floral lingerie and the black lacy dress. The dress cam down to me knees, and the front of it was sexy without being totally revealing. It showed off just a hint of cleavage, and the back showed off my shoulder-blades. I was standing up, answering Jerry's questions, when he told me I should sit at the edge of the bed and relax.
He kept asking me questions for the camera. Some were very casual, like "What is your favorite color?" (Red.) "What is your favorite food?" (Buttered Scallops.) Then they got more personal..."What do you like to fantasize about?" (Being taken from behind. Having a man take charge and do with my body as he pleases. Or it can be a woman, I go both ways.)
It felt both strange and empowering at the same time to answer such intimate questions.
Jerry then told me it was time for me to disrobe. He ordered me to stand up, and told me to strip all my clothing off slowly. This was my favorite part of the shoot so far, I thought to myself. I love getting naked, and I gave a nice slow teasing show for Steven to film. I turned around and unzipped the zipper half way down my back only to zip it back up again. I faced the camera and bent over, letting more of my cleavage show. I squeezed my breasts through the dress. I turned around again and unzipped the zipper all the way, giving a good view of my ass in the sexy panties. I finally gave up the dress and let it fall to the floor, shaking my rear and showing off my ass even more.
I let Steven film me dancing around in the sexy lingerie for about fifteen minutes before I started to undo the bra. It had a clasp in the back, which I undid. I turned around and let the bra fall to the floor, but all I showed off was my back; they would have to wait to see my bare breasts. I covered my breasts with my arms, teasing the camera, making my audience wait before they could see nudity. When I felt ready, I let my arms fall to the side, showing off my bare breasts while shaking them around.
I had forgotten all about Jerry, when he asked my about my breasts. "Do you like them, Miranda? Do you feel that they are the right size and shape? Is there anything you would change about them? How old were you when they first developed?"
I suddenly got embarrassed when I heard all of these intimate questions about my breasts right after exposing them for the video-camera. I answered the questions as honestly as possible, feeling very shy now. I felt much more hesitant about getting naked.
I stalled as long as possible, until Jerry had to ask me to remove my panties. I turned around and slid the lacy floral panties down my legs and then kicked them aside. I felt the glare of the camera on my ass. Suddenly I felt self conscious about this. I always had felt that my ass was too big, and sure enough, just as I felt the most shy about the size of my ass, Jerry asked me intimate questions about it.
"Do you like having men look at your ass? Do you think it is too big or too small? Do you ever do exercises to tone your butt?"
I had not expected all of these intimate questions to be a part of the video-shoot, and I told him so. I thought he would have turned off the camera, but it kept rolling. He made me turn around and show off the front of my now nude figure to the camera.
"Why do these questions make you uncomfortable? Does the experience of having your body filmed feel different than having it photographed? Does your pussy get wet when you think about the thousands of people who will be watching this?"
I answered all the questions honestly, and my face turned redder than my bush! I looked down, and felt so exposed when I noticed that there was moisture on my short red pubic hair. Finally Jerry told me to take a shower.
It felt so strange to have a crew follow me into the small bathroom and film me stepping into the shower. There was a brand new bar of dove soap, and a bottle of Finesse combo shampoo and conditioner. Jerry ordered me to take a long hot shower, and to pretend the cameras were off and that I was alone. This was very hard to do, because I knew full well that I was being taped as I let the water cascade over my nude body. I did my best to act casual as I shampooed my hair. I lathered up the shampoo, and raised my hands above my head and washed my hair for a long time. I was very aware of my breasts jutting out as I washed my hair. As I rinsed off I knew that every jiggle of my breasts was being taped. I felt the water cascade down my chest, and knew that Steven was filming every drop of water dripping down my bare breasts.
I rinsed out the shampoo, turning around to give the camera a view of me from behind. I could hear the whirring of the camera lens, and suddenly realized that he was zooming in on my big ass. After all that talk about me being uncomfortable with the size of my ass, they had to pay extra attention to it! I lathered up my back the best I could, and then turned around to lather up the front part of my body. I got soap on my neck, and rubbed it into my tits. I was happier to show off my front, but a little shy about having my pussy so exposed. It felt more intrusive to have my pussy filmed than it had to have it photographed. I had to wash down there, though, so I tried to ignore the camera as I spread my pussy lips and washed between my legs, letting the soap run down my body.