Gloria, separated from her husband, and on a path of self discovery, had just exited her shower that Saturday morning. She looked at herself in the mirror as she dried off. Tall, at 5' 11", her last few months had been spent getting multiple tattoos, losing her job as an attorney at a prestigious firm, and realizing she needed to find herself in some way. The day before, she had gotten her nipples pierced, a simple barbell through each one. They were sore, and still slightly swollen, but they would heal. She probably shouldn't have gotten them done right before having her picture taken. But she was on a path of some sort, and would not be deterred by something as negligible as that.
She looked at her body, looking at the differences the swirl of flowers she had wrapped around each shoulder made in her appearance. The urn with its spray of flowers that occupied the cleavage between her DD cup breasts was her favorite new addition. The outlines of the new pieces on both wrists, and the outline just above her shaved mound made her positively wet with excitement at how they would look when they were finished. She wondered why that was. She really wanted people to look. But she wasn't sure why.
She lotioned and applied all skin treatments for her body art, and, needing to do some errands, she got dressed. Since Gloria's marriage had ended, she had taken to being nude at home, throwing a robe near the door for receiving visitors. But she had also consciously started to dress to show off her body. Nothing super crazy, just skin tight yoga shorts and exercise tights for casual things. Tank tops and halters that showcased her tattoos and her breasts. This morning, a pair of black volleyball shorts cut to just below the cheeks, a white ribbed men's tank with a black lace bra, black socks and black tennies made up the ensemble. She put on makeup that had turned towards darker shades on her lips and cheeks, and put on her glasses. She had switched out her trademark red frames for the same, Malcolm X inspired style, in black. Black earrings, a black anodized bracelet, and she was on the move.
First stop was Blaze's shop, where she put down some more money on future hours to be spent under the tattoo needle.
Blaze looked up from the stack of hundred dollar bills. "Pro lawyer lady like you shouldn't look like a circus act." He said with some concern.
"I'm not sure I'm a lawyer anymore, Blaze. I want to figure out some time to get started on these wrist and pelvis pieces, though."
Blaze opened the scheduler on his computer, and they settled on a couple of appointments.
"If you ain't a lawyer no more, where do you get the money from, if you don't mind my asking?"
"I'm doing some online legal work. Folks ask questions, I provide answers to the tune of a few bucks per day. Sweet gig, but I'll need to make more money soon."
Blaze nodded, and stroked his ash grey beard. "See you next week?"
"For sure."
Finishing the marketing and car maintenance were easy, especially the college boy she had fun teasing in the line at the grocery. Sore as her nipples were, when the kid started staring at her tattoos, and mentally taking off her clothes, they immediately began to get hard, and Gloria had wished she'd worn one of the few miniskirts she owned. She never wore underwear anymore, except at the gym and on business, and it would have been nice to flash that frat boy something he would run back to the frat house and spill to all of his buddies. As it was, since he was standing behind her, she "dropped" several items out of her cart, and bent over from the waist and "bumped" into his cock. She then sank down slowly into a squat, saying "excuse me" the entire time. The college kid could not take his eyes off of her ass, and the tent pole he was sporting made it difficult for him to move. No doubt he would tell all his buddies some bullshit about "he coulda hit it..." Gloria was enjoying being 44 years old just fine.
Returning home she shelved the food, and took off her clothes. Mickie would be here any minute. The bedroom, where they had decided to shoot, was clean and devoid of any personal items that might be recognizable. The white walls and sheets against the hardwood floor were what Mickie called "Magic!" Gloria didn't know about all that, but she thought uncluttered was good.
There was a knock at the door, and Gloria checked to see that it was Mickie before opening the door nude. Mickie was the senior executive assistant at Gloria's old law firm. She was also a pretty good amateur photographer, and Gloria had to put on her robe to help her bring in some equipment.
After spending an hour taking light readings and moving lights around, Mickie and Gloria sat at the kitchen table and went over what they planned to do. Mickie was dressed in denim capris and black heeled sandals, a bright kerchief tying her hair back over her omnipresent cat's eye glasses. She wore a man's shirt tied off under her large bosom, a light meter around her neck.
"OK. I should tell you that I've done this before." Mickie said " You want these to look good, to make you look good, and to be sexy. How far do you want to go? Topless? Full frontal? What are we doing?"
Gloria rolled a joint and was smoking it to tamp her nerves down. Her nervous system was going nuts, half extreme excitement at showing herself off to the world, half real nervous energy that she wouldn't look good in the pictures.
"I want to do the whole thing. I want to show pink, show my asshole, all of it. I want people to see."
"So, a solo porn star shoot,like?"
"Yes. Lots of pictures of my pussy, full body, zoomed in, different angles, the whole nine."
Mickie took the joint from her, took a hit and roached it in the ashtray. "Let's get started then, while the light is right."
They trooped up the stairs, and Gloria lay down on the bed, covered with the plain white sheet. The sheet formed a perfect outline of her body. Mickie got the shot before she moved. "You can see your nipples imprint on the sheet. So good!" She snapped a few more and said " Change it up. You want music?"
"Yeah, hang on." Gloria popped up and out of the shot, grabbed her cell phone and a small speaker. Momentarily, slinky seductive hip hop beats filled the room.
"All right then, lay down, but on your side with your leg propped up. Hold it...good. Tilt your head up...good..."
Gloria eventually got into a flow, using the sheets to cover herself for effect. Soon though,she began to feel even more at ease, letting the ecstasy she was feeling at exhibiting herself take over. Mickie filled a memory card with shots of Gloria pulling her lips open, bent over ass shots with her looking at the camera, close ups of her new tattoo outline above her shaved pussy, and more artistic shots of Gloria standing in the doorway, cupping her breasts, and a great shot of Gloria standing with her arms and head raised to the ceiling, her back arched.
"Take a break?" Mickie said after about an hour and a half.
Gloria went downstairs and got them a cold drink and some snacks.
"Now," Mickie said, between bites of raw vegetables and dip. "How hardcore do you want to go? Do you want pictures of you masturbating?"
"Yes. I want to come on camera."
"Do you have anything you want to wear? It might be cool to have something to take off."
"I don't really want to wear clothes, but I have some things." Gloria rummaged in a drawer, and came out with a black mesh tangle in her hand. She shook out the garment, which turned out to be a see-through mesh teddy. She put it on, snapping the fasteners between her legs. Her breasts filled the cups enticingly, and you could plainly see the silver barbell posts in her nipples, and the flowers that wound around the tops of her breasts. The black shoulder straps defined her shoulders, emphasizing the fact that she had been going to the gym with a vengeance lately. The garment had a Brazilian thong back, more coverage than a string, enough mesh that her lower back 'tramp stamp' was covered but visible, and still left the lower part of her ass bare.
"Gloria, that's stunning." Mickie was taking light readings again.
