The nervous eighteen year old Maggie Spinner nervously steps out and ducks a bit at the sound of what could either be a car backfiring, or a gunshot.
"I can't believe that Maxim would have a studio in the ghetto," She was five-foot 4 inches tall, 32 c breasts, wavy, neck length, dirty red hair. She walks up to the door and is greeted by a beautiful Asian woman with blue hair.
"Are you our two o'clock?"
"Umm, yes," Maggie gulped assuming she was being confirmed for her two clock Maxim magazine shoot.
What Maggie didn't know, was that this was not for Maxim, this was for a VERY special magazine. An insider's only magazine, that would be seen by every prodKcer and high level power player in the industry.
"Mmm, wow you girl's get tinier and tinier every week." the Asian woman leads her inside, "I'm Lily by the way. So you look pretty young, is this your first shoot?"
"Yeah, well with you guys it is," Maggie bit her lip as she looked around the chipped paint on the wall, the dirty rust-smell all around her, something seemed off.
"Oh well then you're in for a pretty wild ride today," Lily laughed, "Okay here's your dressing room, your outfits inside, I'll just wait out here for you to change."
Maggie stepped in, she was wearing a modest yellow sundress, and some cute flats, she had hopped that she would be allowed to do the shoot in something like that, but her agent had warned her that if she wanted to start being taken more seriously as an actress she needed to cultivate her more...mature...audience.
She knew that it would be a little risque, especially for her, but she had no idea it would be something like this. She stumbles out of the dressing room in a five inch clear pink platform heels, black stockings that ran up just past her knees exposing a good portion of her thigh below her Hot-pink G-string thong and a tied off black tank top with "SLUT" written across her chest in pink glitter.
"Umm, I don't feel very comfortable in this." She said, her knee's wobbling like a baby lamb's as Lily leads her to the makeup chair.
"Oh don't worry you look adorable in it," Lily begins to slather Maggie in more make up then the young teen remembers needing for any movie. "So does your boyfriend know you're doing a shoot like this."
"Oh, Um," Maggie nervously shifts around in the make-up chair. "I actually don't have a boyfriend, my Daddy doesn't allow me to date, I mean he didn't, I mean he does allow me, but ohhh" She closed her eyes and shifted her head back and forth.
"Oh my god, you've never had a boyfriend before?" Lily asked, shocked as she slips on a charm necklace around Maggie's neck.
"No, I've never even kissed a boy? Why is that a big deal?"
"Well, I mean, I guess this shoot is going to be extra fun for you sweetie,"
"Why do you say that?" Maggie asks as Lily spins her around.
"Taa Daa! What do you think of the new you?"
"Oh!" Red lipstick, dark eyeliner, glittery blush, and a pink highlight in her hair combed down covering one eye. Across her neck the charm necklace reads, F U DADDY, "It makes me look so, so,"
"Mature," Lily licked her lips as she gave the teen's hair one last toss.
"Yeah," Maggie stepped out of her chair. "So where's the set."
Lily pointed her down the hall and said "just to the left, and watch your step sweetie." As Maggie's heels clicked and her little bare ass wiggled away.
The set was made up to look just as dingy as the rest of the studio, in the middle of the room sat a mattress on a worn dusty box spring. It had no sheets, and was covered in stains and rips. Maggie could even see what was obviously a wet spot on one of the corners.
The Photographer was a fat, balding, white man with a large nose and cheap glasses, he was adjusting his camera as he looked up and saw the teen starlet walk inside.
"Ah, perfect, at least one of you is on time." He says, "Just go ahead and take a seat by the bed, I guess I can get a solo shot for the cover before your co-star gets here. Fucking CPT."
Maggie had no idea what CPT was, but more importantly, she had no idea who the director was talking about. She had no idea that she was going to have a co-star for this shoot.
"Umm, are you sure the set is ready, I mean I can wait a bit." She nervously shifted her legs around trying to hide what the neon pink g-string couldn't.
"No it's fine, we're just booked solid today, you're my forth shoot today." He gets his camera focused in on the bed, "Okay just take a seat, lean back a bit, open your legs"
"My? my legs?" Maggie put her hands on the bed as she sat against it, gently spreading her legs as she tried to steady herself.
"Good good, pout your lips a bit, make it sexy."
Maggie was so afraid of hearing the word sexy, her father was VERY religious while she was growing up. She wasn't allowed anything near sexy, if this was going to be for the cover, what would her father say if he saw her dressed like this.
"Get a leg up for us, come on,"
She could feel the camera lens zoom in on her, the sound made her body tingle as she felt more and more comfortable with the idea of opening her legs up, lifting one heel on the bed as she sat back, the other draped over the side, her heel keeping her up off the ground.
As more and more flashes went off in her face, making her leg's tremble a bit, and her lips begin to get wet as she felt herself start to pant. She could feel the ground shake under her, and a large, over scaling shadow came over her.
"Finally, Maggie, this is Tyrone, he's going to be your partner today."
"P-p-partner?" Maggie instantly closed her legs and shifted back nervously on the bed.
Six feet, five inches tall, towering her even in her ridiculous heels, dark black skin. He's built like a fucking gorilla, giant basketball sized biceps and tree trunk legs. His chest is all muscle and completely covered with gang tattoos. Hes wearing nothing but a loose pair of grey briefs with a giant bulge inside them. Dreads on his head along with a rough black steel wool goatee. He's wearing dark shades that Maggie can see her reflection in and smiles at her showing off his gold grilled mouth. He brings a big black calloused finger to the pink highlighted bang, gently brushing it aside.
"What's up girl." His voice is DEEP like a wave that slides over her past her ears.
She shifts back a bit. "Oh umm, hi Tyrone, why exactly do I need a scene partner?"
"Well, your fans want to see you in a more, mature light, you never date so they figure you probably need to get some experience when it comes to men."
"Yeah girl, experience," Tyrone grins as he gently pulls two fingers up her stocking clad leg.
Her body shivers and she turns a bit as Tyrone takes a seat on the dirty mattress next to her. "Go on girl, let's get comfortable."
Tyrone sits up and pats his leg, and Maggie nervously crawls onto him, draping her legs over his lap, he cradles her tiny back with one hand, and gently rests the other on the thigh.
"Oh umm, okay," Maggie nervously cuddles up to this big, strong, black man as she feels calloused rough hands touch her in a way she's never felt before.
He gently run's his big black hands up and down her smooth stocking clad legs.
Maggie snuggles up to him, nuzzling into his broad black chest.
Lily stood at the edge of the set watching the director zooming in on Maggie and Tyrone.
"Tyrone you're pulling some focus, your face is taking up the shot try getting a bit down lower by Maggie's neck, remember, she's the star"
Maggie felt Tyrone's breath on her neck as she shifted around a bit, feeling that warm bulge under her thigh, and feeling her blood rush to her head as Tyrone leaned in to rest his lips on her soft white shoulder. As he kissed up her collarbone, and gently began to neck to the teenager. His tongue sliding up and down her pure untouched white neckline.
The photographer zooms in on Maggie, now red in the face panting and losing control at feeling a man's skin against her own for the first time, feeling like a doll in this big black man's arms.
"So Maggie you two look like you have some pretty good chemistry, what do you think of Tyrone."
Maggie shifts her legs back and forth trying to quell the warm sensation she feels at her core when Tyrone's fingers cross over from her black silk stockings onto the bare milk white flesh of her thigh.
"Oh umm, he seems nice, he's REALLY big though." Maggie gasps a bit as she takes her tiny white little fingers and gently caresses his tattoo covered eight-pac abdomen.
"Well maybe you just tiny girl, even for a white girl you small. My kid's is bigger than you," He grins, his hand sliding up and down against the small of her back.
She gulps, "Umm, you have kids? How old are you?"
"Youngest is a junior, I'm foty-fo."
"Your youngest! How," Maggie had no idea why she wanted to know the answer to this question, "How many kids do you have?"
"I got eight, at least eight I got to sign checks for!" He laughs and holds up his to the camera, showing off one of his tattoo's for the director to zoom in on and share in the joke.
Oh my god, he's almost triple my age, even his kids are older than me! Maggie thought as she suddenly began to notice the scent of pure masculinity that his muscled black alpha-male body gave off.
"Eight kids, wow," She bit her lip as her eyes began to roam over his chest, reading the ornate, almost beautiful, gang symbols.
A giant cross running up over his abs with BORN IN DA HOOD written across the top of it.
A skull in profile wearing a blue bandanna and CRIPS 4 LIFE on his left pec.
REAL NIGGAS DONT DIE WE MULTIPLY on his right pec.
She begins to pant as Tyrone moves his hand over her G-string grabbing her between the legs rubbing her though the thin sheer material. Her head moves back and she reads his right arm.
GHETTO BLASTER in bold, ornate letters.
"Oh no, no, no, no," Maggie wines trying to put her hands on the giant black wrist and pull it away from her crotch.
"No I'm too young, my dad would kill me."
"You ain't too young girl, what's wrong, you ain't comfortable." Tyrone begins to gently nibble her ear as he rubs her harder through her underwear.
She melts in his big black arms, his other hand slides up her top and around her young body to move under her tits, and begins to massage her teenage breast.
"Come on girl, don't be shy," he wraps a finger around the elastic of her G-string and gives it a tug. "You know why you here." He the elastic go and the thong snaps back on her thigh.
