I have a whole series of these stories written. They all revolve around Tucker Sims and his porn studio. Most of them work as stand alone stories, but some things will make more sense if you read them in the order they were posted. They are all fairly short, easy reads. I hope you enjoy them. As usual, the people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen.
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Tucker wheeled his Cadillac into a shady parking spot at the city pool and switched off the motor. His nephew jumped out with his swim team bag and ran over to his friends. Tucker made a phone call in the shade and wandered over to the rickety bleachers. It was a rough part of town and the big old pool had seen better days. Tucker had gotten so he recognized most of the few parents who hung around to watch the practice — a fat man who always read a newspaper; three moms who always sat together, chattering with gossip like they were trying to win a contest for it; and another woman, probably a mom, who always sat up in the top corner of the old seats, sometimes watching the swimming, but often just gazing off into the distance.
She was the kind of woman Tucker loved to bring into the porn world. His studio specialized in 'mature amateurs', and he'd gotten pretty good at picking people out of a crowd who might be interested in the business. T.S. Productions — that's the name of his company — made good money shooting video of 'fresh faces' fucking their asses off. The woman in the bleachers was lost in thought, watching a young couple toss a frisbee around on a distant hill when Tucker approached her.
"Nice day today," he said.
"Oh. Yeah," she said, smiling a little, just to be polite, when she saw it was somebody she recognized. "Your son's a good swimmer."
"Nephew," Tucker said. "My sister's raising him alone, and she works all day, so..."
"Oh, well we've sorta got that in common then," the woman said. "Danny's my neighbor's boy. I work nights, and he needed some rides here, so I volunteered. I feel like a dirty old lady sometimes, watching all these half naked boys." She chuckled nervously, wondering why she'd just said that to a near total stranger.
"My name's Tucker Sims," Tucker said as he took his little leather business card holder out of his pocket.
"Molly," the woman said. "Molly Bianchi."
"Have you ever done any modeling Molly?" Tucker asked as he handed her his card. Molly scowled a little as she read it.
Tucker Sims
T.S. Productions
Photography, Film, Video
"When I was younger I did a little, but that was thirty years ago," she said. "You're not seriously giving this to
me
are you?"
"Sure. There's a thriving market for attractive women your age,"
Tucker said.
"You mean I've been cleanin' office buildings for ten years when I coulda been on the cover of Vogue?" Molly said. She smiled beautifully.
"Sorry, I'm not part of that world," Tucker said. "What we do is a little more...earthy."
"Oh my God, are you in porn?" Molly asked as her eyes widened.
"Adult entertainment. But it's not all what you're thinking. We do a variety of things, including mildly sexy photo shoots for calendars and things like that. I've got a client interested in a sexy housewife kind of thing right now, and when I saw you here today I thought, yeah, that's the look right there."
"I'm not sure if I should be, but I'm kinda flattered," Molly said with a confused looking smile. "So what kinda business do you have? You're not gonna take me home to your bedroom and pull out a phone camera are ya? I mean you look like a nice guy but..."
"I've got a studio down in the warehouse district. A photographer on staff, hair people, makeup people, stylists, the works. I've got an international client list, and I've worked with over fifty local models and talent, most of them people off the street like you. My clients and I both prefer the natural 'amateur' kind of vibe from nonprofessional models. The money's good too — fifty dollars an hour to start, and it goes up from there."
"So this 'sexy housewife' thing," she said, making air quotes with her fingers, "just how 'mildly sexy' are we talkin' about?"
"That client's open to a range of things, so it'd come down to your comfort level. Could be fully clothed with a little lingerie peeking out. Maybe some full lingerie if you're comfortable with it. We provide the wardrobe. We've got hundreds of things to choose from, in all sizes.
"All right Mr. Tucker Sims, you've certainly turned this into an interesting afternoon. You kinda made my day, but I just can't see myself doin' anything like that. Not at my age. Twenty years ago you woulda had me."
"What's age got to do with it?" Tucker asked.
"Plenty!" Molly said. "Look, I know how these photo shoots work. A girl's gotta feel confident in herself or it shows real bad in the pictures. Like I said, I did some modeling when I was a kid. There was a year there when it sorta clicked for me and I liked what I was seeing, but there were also a few months where I lost my confidence and it was awful. Made me feel really bad about myself. To be honest with you I never recovered. Kinda messed up my whole life in a way. At least that's the way I remember it. I don't know why I'm tellin' you all this..."
"That's cool Molly. I love honesty. And I'll be totally honest with you. You're a MILF, and the world loves MILF's right now. You should jump in and take advantage of it."
"A
MILF!
Oh my God!" Molly said quietly. "You're a little nutty. Nice, but nutty."
"Just think it over Molly. Back when you were a kid the stars weren't aligned for you, but maybe now they are. Trust me, age is on your side now. Very few women your age have what I'm seeing in you. I'll see you back here in a few days and you can let me know what you think. I won't pressure you or anything. Nice talkin' to you Molly. Enjoy the sunshine."
"Yeah, nice talkin' to you too," Molly said.
Tucker walked down the bleacher steps to the edge of the pool and chatted with his nephew about his lap times. Molly's gaze shifted off into the distance. Her eyes followed the frisbee again, rising slowly on the warm summer breeze.
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"Yeah man, that's nice," Jamar said as he circled around Molly. The tall, brown skinned photographer's Caribbean accent made her smile. It was an important smile, the first sign she was loosening up a bit. Tucker was happy to see it.
"Whaddya think honey, you doin' okay?" Tucker asked.
"Yeah. It's kinda surreal, but good, yeah," Molly said as she held her pose.
"It's like fairyland when we get goin' here," Tucker said.
Fairyland when we get goin'? What does that mean, Molly wondered? There she was in a dark studio that makes porn, trying to look sexy, wondering what she'd gotten herself into.
"Marsha, fix that hair a little, will ya?" Tucker said.
