Thursday morning I was up and in my workroom early, developing the prior night's film, preparing slides, printing big glossies of everything. As usual there was a lot of editing to be done and it was time-consuming but necessary. The videos required editing to make them a continuing story, cutting in views from one camera with those of another, etc. There was always work to be done to get ready.
At 9:48, I answered the doorbell and admitted a 23 year-old brunette named Contessa. She had a slightly Continental look and I knew she had an Italian background. She was a very pretty woman with a quick smile that always set my heart to fluttering. This, her fourth visit to my studio, was no different.
With a good wig, a different costume at the beginning, and different responses to the biography questions, the same magazines would continue to purchase layouts of her and even if they wouldn't, she would keep coming back occasionally just to fuck me, all because of my little golden fob and the power of suggestion. However in the porn industry there are always new rags coming out so there was never a shortage of places to send my work. The problem, most often, was keeping track of them.
I couldn't make any of the women do something they didn't want to do but they all liked good sex and I simply convinced them that they were going to have good sex with me. After that, setting up the suggestions that insured that the sex was good for them was relatively easy. I didn't really make all those women cum that many times ... they did it themselves in their minds and then the bodies just acted out their roles perfectly. Contessa was no different in that respect.
Since we had already done a number of scenarios with Contessa, I decided we would try a working man's approach. One of my newest layouts was a construction site, from all appearances, in a metropolitan setting. I had a small unfinished building cutout and what looked like a full range of power tools, stacks of lumber, and even a Port-o-John in one corner.
Contessa started by dressing in a cut-off T-shirt, blue denim coveralls, and work boots, all of which looked well used. She tied a blue print do-rag around her hair to keep it back and "went to work," carrying a two-by-four on one shoulder while I got my preliminary shots.
"How old are you?" I asked, after turning my recorder on.
"I'm 23."
"How tall are you?"
"I'm five five."
"What do you weigh?"
She laughed. "Before one of my mama's special spaghetti dinners, about 127. Afterward ... well, who knows!"
I made a series of shots of her in various poses with lumber or tools before she began working her way out of her clothes, first dropping one of the straps of the overalls which left the bottom of one tit uncovered. The second strap came down and I kept snapping. The bib dropped to her waist and lay there while she snaked out of the tiny T-shirt, revealing her stand-up hooters. After a lot of shots of how she "threw them into her work", Contessa worked the buttons on the sides of the overalls open, to reveal her bare abdomen when she sexily slithered out of the heavy work clothes. That left her in the heavy work shoes and a tiny pair of lacy white panties.
"Are you married?"
