Nicole sat in her car, staring at her brand new designer bag in awe. She marveled at the luxurious leather, immaculate stitching, and the bold LV patterns. She had just turned 18 a few weeks ago and dreamed of owning a handbag like this. However, her parents had firmly refused to let her have one.
Nicole was the daughter of an Italian father and an English mother, both devout Catholics who raised her in a rigidly strict Catholic household. They imposed stern rules on her. Nicole was expected to maintain perfect grades at school and was forbidden from going out, attending parties, or dating. However, once Nicole turned 18, she decided to rebel from those constraints. She opened two credit cards accounts and immediately maxed them out to purchase the designer bag she had always wanted.
Nicole never had any problem getting the attention, with her flawless skin and petite 5'2", 100-pound body. However, what really stood out were her piercing blue eyes. Contrasted against her olive toned skin and rich brunette hair, her look was strikingly exotic that utterly captivated most of the boys. Her only flaw was that she had been late getting her teeth fixed, so she still wore braces. Many thought this only added to her cuteness, and made her look even younger than she already did.
Although boys constantly hit on her in high school, Nicole knew dating was out of the question due to her strict upbringing. But when she turned 18, she felt a newfound sense of independence and decided to take control of her life. She lost her virginity to a high school boy she had liked for some time. She would sneak out at night to meet him and hook up in the back seat of his car.
Nicole believed that her few sexual encounters had made her sexually experienced. It also fueled her desire to explore her sexuality further. One day, she stumbled across an online ad seeking adult actresses. It was a bold step and she was nervous to go through with it. When she finally dialed the number, a man with a gruff and unsettling answered.
"This is Dick," the man on the phone answered.
"Hi, my name is Nicole. I'm calling about the ad you posted online," Nicole replied.
Dick calmly outlined the basics of what would be expected. It was an adult sex scene and she would be paid $1000 for it. He asked her to email him a few photos of herself so that he could get a sense of what he was working with. Nicole didn't have any sexy outfits, so she slipped into her bathing suit and snapped a few quick selfies, trying her best to strike seductive poses. After she sent the pictures, Dick immediately called back, his tone was noticeably more excited and urgent.
"You know what? We just had a cancellation today and we can squeeze you in this afternoon if you are free," Dick said.
The immediacy of the situation caught Nicole by surprise, but despite her naivety and inexperience, she was determined to go through with it. This wasn't just an act of rebellion against her strict parents, but she saw it as a breakout moment. A bold step in her new adult life. She had just graduated high school was preparing to attend a prominent Ivy League college in the fall. Nicole wanted to take a leap before her carefully laid out plans we're set in motion. Part of the reason she had splurged on the designer handbag was to push herself to do the shoot, knowing she now needed the money to pay off the expense. Besides, it's just one scene, no one would ever find out, she rationalized. Nicole agreed and Dick provided her with the address for her first porn shoot.
Nicole stepped out of her car and began walking towards the house at the address she had been given. It was tucked away high in the mountains of the San Fernando Valley. The house was in a remote location that had taken her nearly two hours to drive to from her home in Orange County.
Nicole approached the front door and knocked nervously, unsure of what to expect. The house was impressive. Had it been located in Beverly Hills or Malibu, it would likely worth millions. The upscale appearance of the home gave her a small sense or reassurance as she reasoned that a shoot taking place in a house this nice must be legitimate.
When the door opened, a man in his mid-50s answered. He was fairly average looking in appearance, not unattractive but not particularly handsome, with a classic "dad bod." Grey strands of hair peeked out from beneath the oversized cowboy hat he was wearing.
"You must be Nicole. Hi, I'm Tex. Come on in," he said with a big, warm welcoming smile.
Nicole nervously stepped into his house and instantly took notice of the spacious interior. She followed Tex further inside and come across another woman sitting in the living room. Seeing her brought a small sense of relief to Nicole, reassuring her that this might actually be legitimate. She saw a bunch of lighting equipment, all aimed at yellow leather couch that looked strangely out of place with the rest of the room's decor. Nicole assumed it was the makeshift set.
"Nicole, this is Cindy, she will take care of your hair and makeup today," Tex said. He then gestured toward an office chair positioned just off to the side of the room.
Nicole was impressed and felt like a princess. She's couldn't help but smile at the thought of being pampered and made up, just like a movie star preparing for a shoot.
Cindy began to apply copious amounts of makeup on her face, carefully transforming her appearance. She was an undeniably attractive woman in her early 30s. She had blonde hair, striking blue eyes, and a petite figure. Her demeanor as she was unusually quiet and she rarely smiled.
After about 30 minutes, Cindy finished and handed Nicole a mirror to see the final result. Nicole's excitement quickly turned to disappointment when she saw her reflection. The heavy, over the top makeup made her look more like a caricature, resembling a hooker from the 1980s rather than the polished, glamorous look she had envisioned. Heavy blue eyeshadow, bold red blush on her cheeks, and bright red lipstick created a look that felt completely foreign to her. In addition, her hair was styled into ponytails which further accentuating her already young look. Having grown up in a strict household where makeup was forbidden, the only time she had ever experimented was borrowing a friend's lipstick during a rare visit to her house. She wasn't entirely sure what to expect but she was fairly certain this was an over the top makeup job. Cindy noticed the disappointment in Nicole's expression and tried to reassure her.
"I know, but it's how they want the girls to look," Cindy explained. "Plus, you have to overdo the makeup for the cameras."
Nicole was surprised by that answer but accepted it, trusting that these were professionals who knew what they were doing. Tex then stepped forward, holding some papers and handed them to her.
"This is a standard model release form," Tex said with a giant smile. "Just give it a quick read and sign it so we can get started... and then you can get paid."
Nicole skimmed through the model release form, finding if filled with the usual dense legal jargon, reminiscent of the long winded agreements she had seen when creating a social media account or updating her phone. Phrases like "assigns the irrevocable and unrestricted right to use, reproduce, and publish... for any lawful purpose, including but not limited to... usage of works derived therefrom, including but not limited to claims..." blurred together as she read. Like most teenagers, she didn't bother to analyze it too closely and quickly signed her name on the dotted line at the bottom of the last page.
"I'll also need two forms of ID," Tex said. "I have to make sure you're legal."
Nicole quickly reached into her purse and pulled out her driver's license and passport. Tex carefully examined them, thoroughly verifying their authenticity to ensure they were legitimate.
"Wow, I honestly didn't think you were 18. I never would have guessed it," Tex remarked in surprise.
"I get that all the time," Nicole replied with a wide smile, her silver braces shining out making the statement even more apparent.
"They're gonna love you," Tex said. He took the IDs over to a nearby scanner, quickly scanned them, and then placed the copies alongside the signed model release form. He neatly organized everything into a folder and set it aside and returning the ID's back to Nicole.
