Kayla Isaacs didn't know what to do - she needed money, and her husband was out of town - and he only got paid once a month, into the bank account she had control of. Well, that was accurate - the problem was, she had spent the money a bit too quickly.
At least she had most of the bills paid, but she was out of cash. Of course, she could have just gone and gotten a job - her husband Bob told her to do that all the time! But that seemed so, well, like something she didn't want to do.
A girlfriend had told her to look for local modeling jobs; Kayla didn't think she was that pretty, but most of her friends did, and men did seem to stare at her, especially when she was wearing something sexy.
Her husband said those outfits were slutty, but he seemed to enjoy it when she wore them as well.
Kayla was about 5'4", with a well toned but curvy body - her hips and ass were superb, and her waist and belly flowed smoothly to her firm, round coconut sized breasts. She had an oval face with a perpetually innocent expression, and light brown hair shot through with blond streaks that curled past her slim shoulders.
She found a couple of interesting leads, and went with StoneForge Modeling - he sounded like the nicest guy.
She decided to have a few drinks for courage - she had never done anything like this! Then she dressed in her sluttiest outfit, a tight, zip up dress that clung to her every curve, and set out for the meeting.
It was not really what she expected - it was in a rather shoddy section of town, but the office building was quite nice, and the agency seemed to occupy almost half of the floor, from what she could gather. She felt rather cheap; the secretary was quite good looking, but dressed very conservatively.
"Hi Kayla, I am Isaac, this is my agency," a tall, handsome man entered the room - he was older, with graying hair and an easy smile.
"Oh! Oh my, I'm Kayla Isaacs," she stammered as his hand enveloped hers. She felt herself blushing as he studied her openly. "It's kind of a coincidence your name is the same as my last name!"
"That's a wonderful dress, Kayla - come this way and we'll talk," he smiled, and she walked down the hallway with him - it felt perfectly natural for his arm to go around her and his hand curve onto her well rounded hip.
He led her into a large open area, and sat her down on a long, low couch. "This is Chris," he said, waving at a guy who was walking up a far corner of the giant room. He carried a large box, which she quickly realized were video cameras. Two more guys appeared, dressed rather roughly and carrying loads of gear.
She looked around her with wide eyes - "It's OK dear, all this is standard procedure, we'll explain the paperwork in a bit - you are a very beautiful girl, you know."
"Umm, I - I'm not sure, I guess," she stammered, suddenly very nervous for some reason. Most of the men were ignoring her as they set up the equipment. Isaac took a phone call and barked orders occasionally.
The - secretary? Kayla wasn't sure. The woman was beautiful, much slimmer than Kayla was and seemed to float among them, directing other people to deliver drinks or lay food on certain tables. During this time, Isaac talked to her, or Chris, or a few others she couldn't name.
"Jenn will help you read this," Isaac smiled at her, and the woman handed her a clipboard with the small stickers where she was supposed to sign and put her initials; she barely listened to the woman explaining the contract, and finished signing.
Chris smiled at her and brought her a drink, then sat down next to her. He also complimented her on her dress while staring directly at her heaving, perfect tits which were showed off excellently by the tight little dress.
Kayla blushed deeply, and looked around at the guys setting up video cameras. Isaac was still on the phone. She finished her drink,and told herself she had better slow down, she was getting quite tipsy!
"Are these pantyhose or stockings?" Chris asked as another good looking young man brought her a second drink. She shivered as Chris' big, hot hand slipped onto her thigh just above her knee.
"Umm, they're stockings, it's a new kind I am trying," she smiled tremulously as he began rubbing her thigh slightly. She wished he would stop but did not tell him to or try to push him away.
"Umm, why are there video cameras?" she finally asked shyly.
Isaac sat down on the other side of her, and smiled at her widely: "We videotape all our interviews, it is part of the Stoneforge method, that way when some of the models get big we have got some good video footage."
She nodded - that made sense. Chis' hand was still on her thigh, still lazily rubbing from her knee up to her mid thigh, and the feel of his hand was sending shivers through her curvy body and was, she had to admit, making her stubby thick nipples grow harder and harder.
They talked about modeling as some of the guys set up some lights, then a photographer was there, taking pictures of her as she talked to Chris and Isaac for the next half hour. She took another drink, and when Isaac offered her a line of coke she agreed without thought - she had not done any of this stuff since she had been in college!
"Usually it takes a few weeks once we do an initial shoot to start getting you paying gigs, but we had a model back out today, and if the trial shoot goes well we could use you in some couples modeling."
"Umm, couples?" Kayla said, and watched as Isaac drew a couple more lines of coke. God, Kayla thought, Bob would be so mad at me, he would probably tell me these guys were trying to take advantage of her!
"Oh, that just means you would be on camera with another person, in this case a man," Chris said - Isaac was on his phone again. "Umm, yeah, I guess that would be OK" Kayla said.
"Are you OK doing swimwear and lingerie ads?" Chris asked.
Kayla bit her full lower lip, blushing again, and nodded.
"Cool, well, lets start with what you are wearing now - that really is a great dress, the fabric looks great too," he said, and rubbed her back and hip. A small shiver raced through Kayla as his hand lingered on her hip and gave it a familiar squeeze.
She accidentally fell forward a little - she really was tipsy now! and the tips of her large, firm tits pressed into his muscular torso.
"Ohn, umm, sorry, Chris," she said, blushing softly.
"Hey, that's OK babe, no worries," he smiled down at her.
"Is she good with couples?" Isaac asked, walking up.
"I sure am sir!" Kayla said brightly.
"OK, Carl is going to be your other model, we are looking for a sexy shoot for a modern woman's magazine, and if I can sell some other images and video you will get a cut of them as well. It pays five hundred for what will be about three hours worth of work."
"Oh, that's great!" Kayla said.
"OK, tell you what, you have great taste, so we'll just roll with your dress. Jenn, take Kayla to the makeup room and get her fixed up please, and we'll get everything ready out here dear."
Jenn fussed over her, and fed her a few more drinks and a couple more lines of coke, then did a quick blow-out on her hair. When she looked in the mirror she couldn't believe the difference - she looked like some high class movie actress or model, with large smoky eyes and glistening pink lips. Jenn reached up and cupped her big, firm tits through the thin tight dress.
"These things are massive, they look beautiful, don't worry Dear I am just adjusting how they are sitting in your dress."
"Ohn, uhnnnn, ummmm, of course," Kayla stammered as Jenn casually lifted and rolled her large breasts, adjusting them so that even more of her cleavage was being shown off. Kayla was staring down at the gorgeous woman's hands in a daze, her mouth hanging open as Jenn pinched and twisted her stiff, plump nipples.
Pulses of lust began to seep out of her sensitive breasts and she could not stop a long, soft moan. Jenn smiled at her devilishly, and a delicious little shudder raced through Kayla.
Then she was walking back out to the photo shoot area, her mouth suddenly dry and her heart beating heavily. There was a big handsome guy in swim trunks there now, at least 6'4" with close shorn hair and a cut, muscular body. She shook his hand, which seemed huge.
They had her put some 4" heels on, and turned the lights up a bit - it was a simple set, with a large chaise, and then Chris was directing them where to stand. The first hour were just very casual poses; occasionally her co-model put his hands on her shoulders or hips.
