This is Mrs. Jamax and I am submitting this narrative of my entry into the world of porn before I got married. Although I am an avid reader, this is my first attempt at publishing anything. This tale covers many subjects both hetero and bi as well as many aspects of pornography and although i am a Loving Wife now (most of the time, anyway) I have chosen to place this in the First Time category. Constructive criticism is welcome but please be kind.
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I was 22, single, out of work and in dire need of cash to pay my rent. I had noticed a strange ad in the papers for 'models' 'no experience necessary' 'average looks and body types acceptable.' I called the number and after a 20 minute conversation I was going to their office for an interview.
I interviewed with a woman named Alice. The questions were odd but she did her best to answer them. "If you can stay a while I'll make a few calls and see if we can do something today to move things along," Alice told me.
"I can wait," I said, suddenly feeling hopeful. I went back to the waiting room and ten minutes later another woman approached me.
"Jean?" the woman said.
"Yes?" I replied.
"My name is Martha," the woman said. "Please come with me."
I followed the woman to the elevator and we went up a few floors to another office. "Here's the deal," Martha said after I sat down. "We do a lot of different things here and most of them are risque. How do you feel about showing your body?"
"I don't understand," I said.
"We need someone for a "down blouse" shoot," the woman said. "You wear a low cut top and the video camera shoots from a high angle. You move so it gets good views of your tits. It goes up on the web and people pay money to see you flashing your tits while they're probably jerking off. It pays you $250 for an hour's work assuming the director likes it. Yes or no?"
"Okay," I stammered and then started worrying about what I had just agreed to. Martha called someone and another lady took me up to another floor where I met Mark.
"Okay, let's see what you got," Mark said, and I just stared at him. "Let's see your tits," he said. "Take off your blouse and bra."
"Right here?" I stammered.
"Listen, err... Jean, if you do this video and we like it, thousands of men will be seeing your tits and probably jerking off. This is not the time for modesty. Do you want to do this, or what?"
"Okay," I said and then I began unbuttoning my blouse. There were other people in the area but nobody seemed to be paying any attention to me. I put my blouse in a basket with my purse and then I unsnapped my bra. "I don't believe I'm doing this," I thought as I placed my bra with my blouse and folded my arms across my chest.
"Let me see them," Mark said.
"Am I really going to do this?" I asked myself, "am I really going to show this stranger my tits and then potentially show them on the internet to men who want to jerk off looking at them?" Then I thought about how much I needed the money so I lowered my arms to my side and watched as Mark studied my tits.
"Not bad," he said. "We have a lot of women with big boobs on these videos but we need to have some average sized tits to balance them out. Now lose the skirt. We need one that goes with the top we'll give you."
"Oh my God," I thought, but I had gone this far and I didn't think I could stop now, so I opened the button and zipper of my skirt and stepped out of it while Mark got on the phone to someone about wardrobe and makeup. I stood there in only my panties, stockings and shoes for several minutes before a girl named Susan introduced herself and led me into another room. She sat me down in a salon chair and without much talk touched up my makeup, applied lots of mascara, and put a red wig on me. She even powered my tits and put some red gloss on my nipples before she took me over to a clothing rack. She had me try on a few skimpy tops and selected a low cut, sheer blue halter with thin spaghetti straps and a loose skirt. Most of my tits were visible above the halter and my nipples were easily discerned through the thin material. She adjusted the top and showed me how to shrug my shoulder so the strap would slide down and completely bare one tit. Then Mark was back and he led me down a hall to another large room that looked like a movie set. He showed me what looked like the outside of a house and pointed out a camera set on a high stand pointing at the entrance. He handed me a cell phone and told me that I was to come out the door and pretend to be making a phone call while I teased showing my tits to the camera. He told me I should be talking so my lips were moving but that sound would not be part of the video so he could give me verbal instructions of what he wanted. I had always been interested in acting but I never thought I would be playing a part in a porno video.
When Mark called to me I walked to the spot he had pointed out and pretended to dial the phone that he had given to me making sure I shrugged my shoulder to drop the strap and leaned forward. "I'm doing it," I thought. "I'm showing my tits to a camera and hundreds of horny guys might be jerking off thinking of me." Mark motioned me for me to lean forward a bit and when I felt my nipple was free of my top and my whole tit was exposed a funny thing happened. I felt a twinge in my pussy and my panties got damp. "Oh my God!" I thought as I began babbling nonsense into the phone. "This can't be happening! I can't be getting turned on by exposing myself!"
I followed Mark's directions letting each strap fall to show each tit, leaning forward, lightly touching my pussy a few times, and letting my top slide down to my waist before slowly pulling it up. My panties were soaked by the time he told me to stop. "I think you did great," he told me, "but we'll have to review the video to be sure. Are you available the rest of the day?"
"I can be," I told him.
"There's a break room next door," he told me. "Go relax for a bit and I'll see you in a half hour or so." I nodded and as he walked away, I realized one of the straps of my top was down and one tit had been exposed the whole time he was talking to me!"
I was sipping a soft drink in the break-room when a young girl wearing a short robe sat down next to me. "New here?" she asked.
"First day," I replied.
"Six weeks," she said. "Brenda."
"Jean," I replied
"Don't tell me," Brenda said. "Down blouse, right?"
"Yes," I told her. "Does the outfit give it away?"
"Kind of," she replied. "But that's usually where they start people to see if they can handle it."
"When you say start, does that mean there are other things they do?" I asked.
"Lots. There's chat rooms, subscriptions, golden shower, that's what I'm doing now, soft core, hard core and there's rumors about an escort service," she told me.
"Golden shower?" I asked, never having heard the term before.
"Peeing? You've never seen it?"
"No. I guess I've been leading a sheltered life."
