Jonathan and Annabelle had been married for over ten years. They loved each other dearly and had been through both good and bad times. Together, they had always managed to face any storm. But this was not just a storm, it was a full blown hurricane. And the winds had started howling a few months before. Annabelle worked as a secretary, and was perfectly happy with her job. It paid well, was challenging enough for her, and mixed two of the things she liked the most: documents and organization. She was one of those people who could organize almost anything very quickly, and had genuine fun while doing it. There was no chaos she couldn't sort out, and her boss knew it and appreciated it. She loved being in control of her life, and her job gave her the tools she needed to feel in control.
Unfortunately, the company she worked for had been acquired by a bigger one and her boss had had to move to another city, effectively making her redundant. She was left with no job, so she stayed at home while she looked for another one. The economy, however, was not great, and jobs were few and far between. Six months later she was feeling useless, almost like dead weight. Between her husband Al's salary and her severance pay, they had enough for the two of them, so, for the time being, they could pay their mortgage and still afford to eat. They had invested all the money they had on their house, so there was no savings account to help them. For once she was glad they had no kids, or the situation would have been unbearable.
And then, suddenly, things went from bad to worse. The factory where Jonathan worked was being moved to some Asian country. "We can't afford to pay you anymore" the owners told the employees "So we're moving out."
"It's the economy" some said. "People just don't buy as much stuff as they used to."
"Bullshit," Jonathan thought. "They only care about their fucking profits, and they are moving because people in China or wherever they're moving to will work for 100 dollars a month so the owners can buy another fucking condo or another fucking car."
He was definitely not in a good mood. Neither was Annabelle when he told her.
"What are we going to do?" she asked.
"We'll get through this. We will both get new jobs, and everything will be OK."
But everything was not OK. Three months after the factory had moved they were fully in the red. They needed money, desperately. They got to a point in which they had to decide between keeping their home and eating. It looked like a no-brainer, screw the house, right? But then, where would they go? And what about all the money they had invested in the house? There had to be a better solution.
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One Thursday afternoon, while Jonathan was out for a walk, Annabelle was browsing through the employment ads on a local website. She had given up looking for secretarial jobs, and was looking for anything that could even remotely spark her interest. Out of boredom, and also curiosity, she clicked on the "modeling opportunities" tab. Some were very specific, and all required previous experience. All but one. "Real women wanted. No experience required" the ad said. Her curiosity was piqued:
Sexy mature women wanted. No experience required.
Do you consider yourself a sexy woman? Do men desire you? Do you want to make some quick money?
This last line really got her attention. She read on.
We are a company that specializes in pinup photography and erotic videos. We are looking for natural beauty, so we prefer women with no tattoos, piercings or implants.
Good money to be made. Payment after casting and after any subsequent photo shoot.
Send a picture of your face and body to the following e-mail address.
The ad ended with an e-mail for a company she had never even heard of. That was not really surprising however, as most of the porn videos she sometimes watched with her husband were not limited to any particular studio. In fact, many of them were often just amateur "productions", homemade and low budget. They had the advantage of being real videos of normal people having sex and that was exciting enough, usually even more so than paid actors and actresses getting their paycheck, the men with abnormally large dicks and the women with big, fake-looking, plastic boobs, both often covered in tattoos and piercings. She knew exactly what they meant in the ad when they asked for natural women. She was just such a woman.
She finished reading the ad and thought about it.
"I must be crazy to even consider this." But she did consider it. She had to. By then, money was more than tight, it was non-existent, and it seemed to her that at any moment the bank could, just like a vulture, swoop down and take their home away from them if they so much as flinched. She got up and went to the kitchen, to get something to eat and to think for a bit. Jonathan was still out.
On her way back to the computer, she passed by a mirror that hanged in the hall and looked at her own reflection. She saw a confident, beautiful 30 something year old woman, with a curvy body she knew many men would want to see and feel, and a set of breasts that were still definitely desirable. She touched them under her t-shirt and cupped them, filling her hands. Sometimes, not having kids could be seen as an advantage, she thought. She knew she looked good enough. No, screw that! She knew she was a very hot woman. Wearing any one of her dresses (or even the pencil skirts she had worn to work), she knew she could turn heads. She had seen it happen, but pretended she didn't. Her husband sometimes told her that if she had had any kids she would definitely be a MILF. He sure liked to fuck her all the same, and she was certain many men felt the same. She knew she could very easily make her husband hard. Sometimes all it took was a shorter skirt or dress. Other times she would tease him with tight, sexy lingerie, like her corsets or chemises. She was no saint, quite the contrary, in fact. Annabelle had a slutty side, although she did her best to hide it from everyone (except her husband, of course). She liked to watch porn with him on occasions and he loved to watch her masturbate while watching those videos. They had even visited a swinger's club once, although nothing special had happened. On that occasion they were slightly nervous and ended up only playing with each other, mostly just kissing and touching.
Annabelle thought about the ad once again. She was not a naive woman and she had heard about these kinds of things. She even had a vague suspicion that most actresses, especially those in Hollywood, had to have been through these types of castings. Annabelle was almost sure they would not chose her, not when there were so many women around, much younger than her, who would feel much more comfortable with the situation. Besides, despite the fact that she felt she was good looking enough, would they even see that in the photograph?
Most of all, she knew she had to find the courage to tell her husband about this. This was not exactly like applying to some other job. He was a proud man, and despite their financial needs, she didn't think he would like the idea that much. But that would only be necessary IF the company called her for a casting.
"I'll cross that bridge if and when I get to it" she thought.
Back on her computer, she chose a couple of her most recent photographs, where her already sexy body was further enhanced by a short, tight gray and black dress she had worn only once, on New Year's Day. Her radiant smile made the photographs even sexier. She wrote the e-mail, attached the pictures and sent them. She went back to her normal life and didn't even think about it for almost two weeks.
And then, seemingly out of the blue, she received an e-mail from the company, telling her they would be happy to get to know her a bit better. They sent her an address, a date and a time for her casting.
