Kitty was nervous about her first day on the job. She wasn't at all certain that she had made the right choice. Still, she was in desperate need of money and the pay was quite good. It's just she had never considered nude modeling before.
She had done several plays with her community theatre, and they had even staged a version of the musical, Hair. That had been hard for Kitty but she had been wearing a long wig that fell to her waist and had even been allowed a nude body stocking, so she had felt comfortable enough to do it. But there wouldn't be any body stockings or breast covering wigs to give her courage today.
She had thought long and hard about doing this but she had weighed all her options and this seemed like her best bet. She had even looked at several photo shoot layouts that this company had previously produced, and she had to admit they were well done, almost tasteful. She had finally accepted that this was just a form of art. She took a deep breath, collected her courage and got out of the car.
The building for 'Better Cam Productions' was in the industrial part of the city. She had to be let into the parking lot through a large rolling gate, manned by a Security Guard. The building itself looked to be a large warehouse with two stories and a few Quonset huts as outer buildings, all connected by a covered walkway. Barry, the man who had hired her, said they took their privacy and the security of their models very seriously.
"No Looky-loo's allowed," he had told her. "In fact, even the crew is kept as small a number of people as we can, without sacrificing the quality of the product."
All in all, he had made Kitty feel secure enough about the whole thing that she had agreed to do it. She walked across the lot and up the three steps to the front door and with a determined grin on her face, walked in.
The building may have looked like a warehouse, but the Lobby was actually very nice. Tiled floors and a pastel blue color to the walls. A mahogany desk was set up for the office manager who greeted all new clients and performers. There was a leather and aluminum couch, a couple of comfortable looking padded leather chairs and a glass table with fresh flowers and several up-to-date photography magazines and books on it. There was even a table with an Espresso machine for visitors and employees to use.
As she entered, Greg, the office manager, got up from behind his desk and came out to greet her.
"Kitty, right?" he inquired with a smile, reaching out to shake her hand.
"Yes, that's right. I'm impressed you remembered me," she said.
Greg just kept smiling. "Oh, I try to remember everyone who comes to work here. I like to think of this as one big family!"
Kitty couldn't help but smile back, Greg's grin was infectious.
"That's really sweet. Thank you." She shook his hand. He had a firm grip, and she couldn't help but admire his trim, muscular frame.
"Not at all." Greg replied. His eyes looked Kitty up and down but settled on meeting her eyes. Kitty appreciated that. She knew men looked at her, but it was nice to meet someone who kept eye contact and didn't just stare at her 38DD breasts.
In fact, Kitty guessed that her ample breast size was one of the main reasons she had been offered the job in the first place. She wasn't supermodel pretty by any means. Yes, she accepted that she was good looking but not in your typical model's way. She was 5'6" tall and still had a little babyfat on her hips from her pregnancy last fall. But her breasts had always been her best feature.
Her ass was round and as her husband had said to her many times, "nothing wrong with a little cushion for pushin'." She always hated that phrase. She thought her ass was too big, but she just couldn't seem to lose those last ten pounds. Still, she kept fit and she thought she was attractive for a 30 year old housewife.
She suddenly became aware she had zoned out for a moment and that Greg was talking to her.
"I'm sorry," she said focusing on Greg, "What?"
Greg didn't let his smile falter.
"I asked if you'd like an espresso. Or maybe a cold drink?"
Kitty blushed a little realizing she had missed that entirely.
"Oh, no thank you. I'm just looking forward to getting to work."
"Of course. Well, Barry's waiting for you in the office." He turned and started to move across the lobby. "Come with me and I'll show you the way. It can get a little complicated with all the various studio's we have set up in here."
Greg moved swiftly and Kitty had to quicken her steps to keep up. She had worn her high heels today, wanting to look more professional for her first day, so her movement was kept to a quick walk. Greg moved to the hallway and started down, taking one turn and then another.
"He's right," Kitty thought to herself, walking past several doors and making several turns into one hallway after another. "This place is a regular maze." But she soon found herself in a neat, small office with Barry, the owner of the company.
Barry was just as she remembered, as if he hadn't changed his clothes since her meeting with him last week. He was a middle-aged man, probably in his 40's Kitty guessed. He had thick brown hair that he wore in a short ponytail. He had a trim beard and mustache, and neither hair nor beard showing any signs of gray yet. He wore a clean pair of Denim jeans and cowboy boots. He had on a turtleneck, putting his style a decade or so out of date and a pale off-white cardigan sweater with what looked to be American Indian designs on the sleeves. Kitty couldn't help but smile. The whole ensemble gave him a rather retro air that seemed to suit him.
"So, you found us Okay. That's good. Some people get a little lost in this neighborhood." Barry smiled as he looked across the desk at Kitty. Unlike Greg, Barry was one of those men who thought her eyes started at her tits.
Kitty chuckled and tried not to notice his stare.
"It was easier driving here than walking to your office. This place is huge!"
Barry chuckled. "Oh yes, we have quite an operation going here. On any given day we have at least four or five different shoots going on, not to mention several private Cam-studios we rent out."
"Cam Studios?" Kitty asked. "For what? I thought you were a photography studio."
