On Monday mornings, nothing too eventful usually happens to me. I get up, take a shower, get dressed, and walk or bike to my 9:00 political science class. No one usually call me on the phone. When I hear the phone ring last Monday at 7:45 I figured it must be the wrong number. I considered not answering it, but then during the fifth ring decided to pick it up.
"Hello?" I said tiredly.
"Is Miranda Johnson there?" A husky male voice asked me.
"This is she. Who is this?"
"It's Jerry. The photographer. Remember me?"
How could I ever forget? Jerry Mancino was a freelance photographer. Earlier in the school year I had responded to an advertisement in the school newspaper about modeling for cash. The money advertised was $500, but I ended up making a lot more by posing for a series of graphic nude shots. When I say graphic, I really mean it, because the magazine was called "Spread Pink Beavers." You can guess what the main feature of that magazine is. Well let's just say I had to spread something quite a bit to earn my money, and he took many extreme close-up shots while I sat on a sofa nude. I am sure that my pussy is being viewed by thousands of guys who bought the magazine. I hope they liked what they saw; it turned me on to think that I was causing erections and jacking off.
"Hello, Jerry, what's up?" I said in my sexiest voice.
"I was calling to see if you would be interested in another modeling job, Miranda." Jerry responded.
I assumed that he meant another photo shoot, and since I needed the money really bad, I was about to agree to whatever he asked.
"Sure, I'd love to pose for you again. When do you need me?"
"In an hour, if that is at all possible. I had another model all ready to go, and she just left my office. She wouldn't complete the job, so I couldn't pay her, and now I have no one."
"I'll be there in an hour Jerry. Should I go to the same office as last time?" Jerry's office was on the fifth floor of an office building near campus.
"Same place, suite 523 still. Thank you so much, Miranda, you are the best. You can wear whatever you want; we have costumes and props here."
"I'm on my way now, Jerry!" I said as seductively as possible.
The last time I had posed for Jerry I had had days to think about it, and I had been very nervous because I hadn't known what to expect. This time I only had an hour to consider, and I knew what to expect, or at least I thought I did. If I had known what he would ask later, I might have changed my mind...
I arrived at his office right on time. It was May, and I was dressed in a short red skirt, plain white t-shirt, and a plain white bra and panties on underneath. When I got to suite 523 the door was locked, so I knocked.
A middle aged blonde lady answered the door. She had her hair in a pony-tail, and she had on a long white dress. She appeared to be in her late 40s, and looked like she worked out to keep her figure slim.
"You must be Miranda. My name is Cindy, and I am Jerry's assistant." The lady introduced herself, extending a hand. She offered me a glass of water, which I accepted. I felt very hot and thirsty, and started to gulp down the ice cold water, letting some drops fall on my shirt.
I shook her hand and inquired about Jerry.
"Oh, he went downstairs to get a bagel. He'll be right up. He authorized me to go over the terms of the video-shoot."
Video-shoot? The last job I had done was a photo-shoot, and I didn't recall hearing anything about being in a video this time.
I told Cindy that I hadn't come here expecting to be in a video, and I asked her what the video would be about.
"Well, Miranda, it involves nudity, of course." I expected that, and I nodded to her to go on. "It also involves stripping for the camera seductively." O.K., no surprises so far. I was still on board. "And finally, it involves climaxing for the camera."
I almost spit out my water. "Climax for the camera? You mean like coming on film? I'm sorry, Cindy, but I won't have sex on film, and I didn't realize this was a porno movie you were filming." I wasn't really angry, but I felt deceived that they would ask me to star in a porn movie.
"Oh no, no, no! This would not involve you having sex with anyone. In fact you would be the only one in the movie, Miranda!" Cindy quickly tried to re-assure me.
"Well, you said climax, so I just assumed..."
"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.)
