Most of the fetish stuff wasn't really her thing, but they tended to pay the best. Tameena adjusted the lighting on the tripod lamp towering over her, training the soft glow on her barefoot cradled in her hand, all her nails a satisfying match of dark purple. Her studio apartment was modest in size, the walls an alarming raspberry shade, with glossy light-wood floorboards. The space was littered with a mismatched array of white furniture amassed over years of deal-hunting online, with an abundance of blankets, framed pictures and cushions, creating a homely and inviting atmosphere. The curtains had been left open on the bright Saturday morning allowing the natural light to cascade into the room. The benefit of being several floors up was that Tameena didn't have to worry about anyone looking in on her prancing around naked while she worked.
The room was rectangular, with the window at the far end taking up most of the small wall. In front of it was her wardrobe on the left and unmade double bed on the right - currently twisted with white sheets and tossed pillows. In the middle of the room was the sofa, pressed back against the long wall on the right, facing the TV on the wall opposite, then finally the kitchen area of white glossy countertops along the wall near to the front door. Another door in the middle of the room led to her bathroom. Tameena was currently perched on the white fabric of the sofa amid wires and lamps, gripping a pen between her teeth, as she mumbled along incoherently to the music blaring an uptempo tune from a sappy musical from her youth. Something about taking these perverse shots with the backdrop of such innocent music made her smile.
She snapped the last few angles of her newly pedicured feet from various angles, and sighed with satisfaction at the results. She found her photography skills were improving and was pleased at the composition of these shots. Bringing her feet down from resting on the arm of the sofa, Tameena retrieved her silver laptop from the floor nearby. It was cold against her bare skin. She plugged in her camera to upload the photos, emailing them to her client and ticking off 'Another fucking feet pic' from the list of requests in her fluffy pink notebook.
Ever since her free pics had started trending on forums and social media, she was up on subscriptions to her private Snapchat, and was getting more premium requests than ever, so much so that now she had to actually keep notes! It had taken all morning, but finally she was all caught up. She yelled out the lyrics to the next line in triumph, extending her arms up to the sky, fingers splayed out, stretching them to punctuate the final note as the song ended and another followed it. She chuckled to herself, her breasts jiggling as she slumped back on the couch.
Her newest clients were a mixed bunch: guys and girls from all over, and it seemed their tastes were more eclectic than she was used to. She'd had to order some new bondage equipment and outfits to fulfill some of them, and Tameena wanted to squeal with excitement knowing they would arrive in a few days. The thrill of something new! However adventurous she was, some of these new requests were... a bit beyond her comfort zone; she had considered some of them but ultimately ended up rejecting a fair few. You didn't get far as a pornographic model by being a pushover, and Tameena knew to pace herself. There was plenty of time to work up to the scary stuff, she had only just gotten comfortable with posting regular nudes.
The laptop chimed with new emails, and Tameena opened her inbox to look at the new batch of requests. There were actually a fair few. As always, she began by whittling down the definite 'nos'. All the requests about her collaborating with other girls went straight to trash, as did any of the super extreme rape-kink stuff, and lastly were all of the face picture requests.
Of all the sick stuff people would ask her to do, she was most amazed by just how much people were willing to pay to see her face. Hundreds, sometimes thousands of dollars! She had been promising her long-term fans a face reveal for quite some time now, having said it would come at 5,000 subscribers, but that milestone was approaching fast and Tameena didn't feel ready. It was only a few months ago that the money for this job even became enough to live on and let her quit her waitressing job. Now she was actually doing it properly and enjoying herself, but if she really wanted to contend with the big stars, she knew she had to commit at some point. All those girls showed their faces. Tameena had started all this as a bit of fun, some motivation to work out and eat well, maybe make a few bucks, but now it was taking off she felt a certain responsibility to her fanbase. To herself. She had to be the best she could be and give it her all, but she could feel herself holding back.
Some of the girls who did this had as many as tens of thousands of subs, probably making six-figures a year. Looking around her humble apartment, she longed for the lifestyles she saw on their social feeds. What had gotten her here was getting comfortable and confident, and that came in having anonymity, to take it to the next level, she would have to give that up. The idea of losing that comfort blanket brought a tightness to her belly, but the hint of excitement flurried somewhere deeper.
Returning from her inner musings to the screen, she stared at the latest face request email and pondered over it a moment, maybe today was the day? Before she had even given it due thought, she found herself reflexively deleting the email. Instead she looked for some other way to push her limits. A small steady type step. After the clear out, the email at the top of her inbox caught her eye, the subject line including a trail of dollar signs. This guy was asking for some very specific in-public shots, willing to pay way above the average for a few upskirt shots in a mall, coffee shops, that sort of thing. Tameena smiled devilishly as she read it, weighing the idea up in her mind and finding herself grow a little wet.
"You know what, yeah. Let's fucking do it." she said to herself, going to write it in her notepad when she paused. She actually didn't have any plans today, a mall trip sounded like fun. She might as well do it right away, it had been a while since she'd bought some new clothes anyway. A smirk crept across her features and she cranked up the music, tossing her laptop aside and leaping up and over to her wardrobe to pick out an outfit. She opted for a dark-purple lingerie set (to go with her nails), and a white cotton sundress with thin black vertical stripes. It came to her mid-thighs and showed off her hearty cleavage, with the added benefit of showing off a lot of her bare back. Guys liked to see her signature rose-petal tattoos trailing down her spine. As well as being a turn-on, it also meant there was no doubt that the pictures were of her.
The dress fit her perfectly, hugging her lithe hips and showing plenty of her caramel brown skin. Her lean legs were on full display, but sadly the dress was looser at the bottom, so people wouldn't get the benefit of her shapely behind outlined in the fabric. Tameena darkened her long lashes with some mascara, accentuating her smooth skin with a dab of foundation, and spraying some life into her frizz of curly chestnut hair: springy, fluffy and fabulous. Stepping into some short tan coloured flats in a knitted weave, she snapped a selfie of herself to add to her Snapchat. Regularly updated content was a must. She looked great today, it almost seemed a shame to have to crop out her face.
The nearest mall was only a few stops away on the subway, so she made her way over to the station. As she left her building, she caught the attention of a huddle of young guys in thick oversized tracksuits, hoods up. One of them traced his gaze up her long legs, lingering a moment before meeting her eye.
