The Corruption of Gia James
Hi Guys,
I'm Gia James.
If I used my real name, I think some of you will have heard of me.
I have always been a sex worker. I have done page 3, the lads mags, the porn mags and the sex films. I continue to work in the industry today.
I was involved in a sex scandal with a well known married comedian.
Don't judge me until you hear my side. From the beginning till now.
All names are changed. All places are fictional. The sex is all real.
Love from Gia x
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Part One
The First Photo Shoot
I'd like to share my story. It all started way way back. In my home town. A shitty place called Inky Bay. A place I was desperate to escape.
I was 20 years old. I thought I knew it all.
Darius, my loser boyfriend of the time, arranged a sexy bikini photo shoot with a mate of a mate of a mate. He kept saying I could be famous with my body. He filled my head with it. He gave me an address on a bit of paper and £6.50 to get the bus to the city.
Darius told me to get the money first and keep my top on.
I walked down a dirty alley way in between a chippy and a laundrette. I'd been up all night sniffing, I felt a bit unsteady on my five inch heels. Not the best state to go to my first photo shoot in but that's the way I always was, high, at the time.
I looked at the buzzers on the flats, it took a second to find the right one. A guy walked behind me. He stood really close and held the door open so I walked in with him. He was staring at me. Not speaking.
It was a grimy dull block of flats. Like a multi story car park for humans. I had a little white mini dress on, it was so dirty going up the stairs I didn't want to touch the bannister and stain my dress. I wished I'd worn black. My heels clicked on the concrete stairs, echoing upward.
I found Keiths flat. I was out of breath. My thighs were aching. My feet hurt. It was a lot of stairs. Up on the top floor, the balcony of doorways looked out onto a grey concrete city, Inky Bay in the distance.
Black storm clouds swirled over the bay. I stood for a second, still not sure. I couldn't just go home, Keith had sent Darius £100 up front yesterday. We'd spent it on coke already.
I brushed down my curves and tried to pose in front of the door so I looked classy.
I knocked on the door and that precise moment, everything went wrong for me.
The door opened, ganja smoke billowed out. Keith, was stood there. He looked like a Fleetwood Mac hippy reject. Grey stringy hair and a purple bandana, skinny blue jeans and a paisley shirt open to the waist. He had weird black and white tattoos all over his body and arms. He had a nose ring. Not what I was expecting.
"Gia!" He said grabbing me in a hug. He pulled me in and slammed the door shut. My eyes adjusted to the dimness inside. A dark purple hallway with hanging plants, made the place feel like it was hippy Halloween.
"Hi sorry I didn't buzz the door opened." I smiled. He gently pushed me against the hall way wall, looking me up and down. Inspecting my curves. I turned round for him as he wolf whistled.
"Do not apologise, girl don't, you look amazing." His teeth showed in a smile, that turned into a leer. His black eyes looked at my bum, my hips, my slim waist, fixing on my 34DD breasts. Beady eyes under a bandana. I was used to it.
"Your fee," he said giving me a stack of notes, we'd agreed on £150 but I didn't count it. I just stuffed it in my purse. "We're ready for you, all set up in the living room." He ushered me in front of him gently gripping my buttocks as I walked through.
"Hmm so pert." He whispered in my ear. I was feeling uncomfortable.
I gasped at him touching my bum, walking into the bright living room. I was a bit taken a back. It wasn't a studio. The sofa and chair were pushed against the wall. Big windows had white curtains shut over the brightness. There were two umbrella lights, a camera on a tripod was pointing at a mattress on the floor. Like a real professional shoot.
Except the mattress.
My eyes fixed on the mattress. My mouth was feeling a bit dry. Like a bed to get fucked on, not a model shoot. My stomach turned over. I couldn't fuck Keith, he was old.
At the side next to the camera was a table with coke and weed on it. A girl with long black hair was sat on a little stool next to it. She was smoking a joint, wearing a black pvc mini dress and choker, she looked like one of those goth type girls.
"This is Amanda, she's assisting, with lighting, wardrobe things like that, rolling spliffs. All that stuff." Keith said.
"Hey." Said Amanda waving to me.
"Do you need a second just to get ready?" Keith asked. I was nervous of the set up, but Darius had reassured me that there was going to be a female chaperone present. Amanda obviously. So seeing her there, mistakenly put my mind at rest.
"Yes I've got bikini and heels in my bag." I said trying to sound confident, but inside my stomach was turning over.
"Ok well theres the bathroom, you go get ready and we'll put the lighting on." Keith pointing to the bathroom.
I shut the door and stood for a second in the cool white bathroom. The Fluorescent light above my head flickering. There were cracked white hospital tiles, and a grimy mirror. A dirty brown towel hung up on a ring next to a filthy sink.
I was looking at my self in the mirror. My blonde curls loosely falling down my back. I'd chosen white to show off my tan. The bikini was two sizes too small for me, giant stripper heels like the tv girls. I'd hidden it all underneath a more conservative leopard print dress in case Darius looked in my bag.
I inspected myself. I admired my large tanned 34DD breasts. Darius loved my big juicy tits. They made me look older. The tiny thong bikini bottoms covered my smooth waxed pussy but not much else. I put my hands on my slim waist turning round admiring myself and wishing I'd bought my gold belly chain.
I wanted to get on one of those reality shows so badly.
I looked good, even if my blue eyes were a bit red. I touched up my eyeshadow, trying to hide it with gold make up glowing on my eyelids, heavy black liner and thick lashes.
There was nothing wrong with getting some professional bikini shots for my portfolio. My boyfriend, Darius, had said Keith did all the best girls photos. I pushed my apprehension down.
I put on my white stripper heels. Took a couple of deep breaths and walked out of the bathroom.
The lights were turned down in the living room. Amanda was holding a ring light, illuminating the mattress. It was glowing like a huge white void. Keith and Amanda stared at me. Keith whistling softly.
"Ok baby ok. So just straight in at bikini I like it. You want a little a sniff? A little smoky? Before we start?" Keith gestured towards four fat lines on the table.
I bent over and sniffed a fat line with a rolled up fiver. Keith was staring at my wide hips, my bum. In a weird way, him letching over me was turning me on. Making me feel a bit more confident, more in control.
I felt my heart pounding as the coke surged through me. I took a big puff on the joint in the ashtray.
"Let's go" Keith said.
As I stepped in front of the camera. Into the void. I just began posing, I felt like I was a different person. A confident sexual woman. I did all the poses I'd done in front of the mirror.
Lifting my arms, playing with my hair. Showing myself off felt really good. Especially my big boobs, tiny waist and wide hips. Amanda was watching me and moving the light.
"Good girl good girl." Keith kept saying.
After about ten minutes Keith said we'd take a break. He came and sat next to me and let me look at the pictures on the camera screen. The pictures looked great and I saw the poses which worked.
We carried on sniffing and smoking.
Amanda cutting more lines.
We were all getting on really well. Having a laugh together. I think we were all feeling turned on by this point. I was so high, I felt horny.
"You know what would look really good? If you pulled the bikini top to the side, in a few, a little bit of a flash. Little bit of a nip slip." Keith said winking, passing me the joint. I felt really high already.
"What do you mean" I giggled, "like topless?" I passed the joint back.
"Do you want to go topless? It's up to you babe. It's an extra £200 if you take your top off. It's up to you babe no pressure from me." Keith said holding his hands up in a mock surrender.
"You will look great, your body is so beautiful, show it." Said Amanda sniffing another line.
"I can transfer it to Darius on the bank app now. Only if you want too, you know, show a bit more or we could do it, just between us?" Keith said, cutting me another huge line.
"Ok let's do it. But between us cash." I said. Crossing a huge naughty line in my head, between bikini shots and topless, made me feel wet between my legs. I'd only had sex with about three guys. Now, I felt like such a slut.
Keith stood back behind the camera. Waiting for me.
Amanda pointed the light at the mattress, still smoking a joint. Waiting for me.
The white glowing bed was waiting for me.
I had never showed my boobs to anyone except my boyfriends. I was so scared I felt sick.
I couldn't keep them all waiting.
I stepped in front of the camera and undid my bikini top and exposed myself. I stood still, showing myself off. Getting a grip on my nerves.
I could hear Keith heavy breathing. I pulled my top completely off. Dropping it to the floor. My nipples turned hard as I heard the camera clicks.
"Push them up together. Hold them up for me. Good girl. Good girl." Keith said. I did what I was told. The coke. The weed. The two of them watching me. The only way to describe it was I felt possessed, like a different person.
"Relax, good girl come on. That's it." I heard Keith saying. The big lense in my face.
I turned my back on the camera and began pulling my bikini bottoms down. Wiggling my hips. I was laughing, revelling in their admiring gaze.
"Oh ok you're going to be a bad girl are you." Keith said, his camera clicked. Over and over.
I was totally naked except my high white heels. Coke and weed surging round my veins. Doing all the poses I did in my bedroom for my boyfriend Darius. My waxed smooth pussy on show. My breasts on show. Everything. I turned round and round. Lifting my hair, rubbing my hands over my exhibited glowing body.
