Chapter 1: Introduction
I am looking at myself in the full-length mirror of the dressing room, unable to tear my gaze away from the woman staring back. How many first-time models felt this way? Their stomach in knots, breasts thrusting proudly beneath a tight blouse, their desire to please burning brighter than the halogens overhead.
Reggie wanted me, that much was certain. In hindsight, I mistook his flirting for friendly banter between co-workers. Then I discovered his obsession over me, the unsolicited photos of me at work, bending over while I cleared tables at my waitress job, always catching the moment my pussy was exposed, I knew I cut those booty jeans too small but I never realized how much of me was on public display.
I had the choice to confront him, to have my Uncle who was the bar owner to fire him. But Reggie's apologies and his charm soothed my temper and the quality of the pictures he took of me, won first prize in an Amateur Wives & Girlfriends contest, I was probably the first virgin to appear in a men's adult magazine.
My naivety was a veil that Reggie dropped, all that kindness had a goal, my eyes opened to the fact that all men were trying to seduce me, I couldn't conceive of ever having sex with a married man, but the power I had over him, and that bulge in his pants.
We shot the sexy waitress uniform pictures, then lingerie, and then I posed nude in front of him. I told myself it was for the camera, my bare breasts were for the camera, my pussy was out and exposed for the camera, but tonight, the shoot was a giant leap into the world of pornography, I was going to simulate masturbating, maybe even sucking a realistic dildo, or maybe even further.
But what if? My body seem to have a mind of its own and it took my mind into areas that I only visited on my own, in the privacy of my bedroom or the bathtub, always with the door locked. Too many times, I let myself think of that Reggie had in his pants, what he wanted to give me, and if it was too much for a virgin to handle.
"Would I say yes?" I asked myself if that decision was to be made tonight, "Or would I just let it happen, to let Reggie have his way with me and I am just there along for the ride?"
As I exit the dressing room, I notice the staged area is dimmer than usual. The air is thick with the scent of incense and the labyrinth is illuminated only by the flicker of twinkling fairy lights. It suddenly hits me how intimate and isolated this space is. The notion makes my heart race and my nipples harden.
Reggie greets me with that infamous flirtatious grin of his; I'm mesmerized by the twinkle in his bright blue eyes.
He's nothing like the men I grew up around. He's loud, outgoing, and oozes confidence. The way he moves, his swagger, it all screams of power and dominance.
"Alice, you look stunning." His voice purrs softly, a stark contrast from the boisterous tone I'm used to at work. "Ready to do something a little different for these photos?"
A little different. My heart races at the thought. I knew this moment would come sooner or later - the moment when my innocent image would be explored further.
With Reggie's proposition, I felt a sense of pride, the realization that my exotic beauty was undeniable, and that men desired me.
"I'm ready Reggie," I reply, my voice wavering with a newfound confidence. The studio's dim, sensual atmosphere wraps around me like a cloak, enveloping me in its mysterious allure.
Reggie leads me to a cozy corner, draped with black velvet and twinkling fairy lights. The soft cushion invites me to indulge in whatever pleasure this encounter might bring.
Reggie prowls around me, a predatory gleam in his eyes as he sets up his camera. My breath hitches as he positions me on my knees, thighs sprawled wide apart. He casts a smoldering glance in my direction, his confidence and sexual hunger palpable.
I close my eyes, savoring the unexpected thrill in this aberrant setting. Once the shutter clicks, I venture a glance at Reggie. He scrutinizes me with a calculating gaze, satisfied with his handiwork.
The next click of the camera brings my hands reluctantly to my breasts, hesitantly teasing my hardened nipples. I moan softly as Reggie commands me, his voice laced with unbridled lust, "Play with yourself, Alice. Touch your pussy for me."
As if entranced, I follow his directions, adhering to the rhythm of every click and flash of his camera. Each pressured touch provides more thrill than the one before. My lust-filled whimpers fill the room and add to the growing anticipation.
My heart pounds painfully in my chest, each beat matching the escalating tempo of my fingertips expertly strumming my aching clitoris. I'm startled by the unexpected jolt of lightning, the realization that I'm on the brink of a powerful orgasm.
Reggie's entrancing eyes, ablaze with need and dominance, leave me begging for more. He commands me to arch my back and unleash my deepest desires, and my body obeys eagerly in response to his whispered promises of satisfaction.
How could this be? I am so proud of my independence and my strong will, I am no one's toy to be controlled and submitted to another's whim, but that camera, once it begins shuttering, I am putty in Reggie's hands, my body becomes his.
His domination sends waves of anticipation coursing through my veins; I feel an unfamiliar ache blossoming between my thighs, tightening in a way it never has before. The raw tension in the air is electric, our bodies moving in sync with the rhythm of our unspoken desires, and the quiet clicking of the camera.