Here I share with you my collection of erotic stories in my keeps. Also can be found at
www.juicysexstories.com
The contents is 100℅ not from me, just added some local flavours to enhance the story.
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It was a warm spring day on the quiet country lane. An idyllic setting, and the perfect backdrop.
“That’s it Sophie darling. Hold for a bit longer…love it. More attitude…perfect,” the middle-aged photographer enthused.
“James, adjust the reflector a bit higher. Tina, please check her hair. Sophie, this time with your sunglasses on, thumb out and holding the suitcase. Picture yourself back in France, Papa has taken away your credit card, and you need to hitch a ride to join your friends in St Tropez. Yes, that’s it. Pout a little more…make them want to stop. Now cross those never ending legs of yours…excellent. That’s the money shot!”
That the shoot seemed to be going well was a major relief for the inexperienced teen. As a freshman living in a big city she was struggling to make ends meet. And her parents refused to send more money, already shocked by how much her US based art degree was costing. So she had jumped at the opportunity to earn a little extra money when a talent scout had spotted her on campus. And here she was, making $250 for a half day catalogue spread.
“That’s a wrap,” Bill announced, putting his camera down, “great work everyone.”
A small round of applause broke out before everyone got down to packing up. After saying goodbye to the team from the clothing company, Sophie fell inline next to the photographer as they walked back to his car. Exhilaration still coursing through her veins.
“It was nice of them to let me keep this last outfit. What do you think Bill…it went well…right?”
But she already knew the answer. For as long as she could remember, the blonde was accustomed to being the center of attention and having people go out of their way to please and praise her. Even in Paris she could stop traffic, and that was saying something. And although kind hearted and hardworking, it would have been unnatural is she hadn’t learned to exploit her looks. So success in modeling seemed predestined.
“Fabulous,” he gushed, “You’re a natural kid. And the road trip theme suited you perfectly. Spoiled rich kid meets hippy brat. You killed it. The camera loves you.”
“This is so exciting I can hardly believe it’s happening...”
Bill looked at her, scratching his gut through a worn Metallica t-shirt, “Don’t sweat it. You’re gorgeous, good at following instructions, and have that sexy French thing going on. That’s all it takes in this business. Well…that and the right connections.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s quite simple really. Looks and skill get you only so far. Ultimately it’s the agencies and photographers that pick the models. So you need to have a network of supporters if you want the best jobs. Do you have representation yet?”
“No, I hadn’t even thought about it,” she answered, somewhat embarrassed, “I mean…I only intend to do this part time. How about the casting agency, maybe…”
“Wrong move,” he sighed, shaking his head, “You don’t want to start out on the wrong foot. Let me help you with the right introductions...”
“That would be amazing,” she fawned, grabbing his arm like he was a long loved uncle.
Bill’s unsightly assistants followed a few yards behind. James the deadbeat redneck, and Tina the bland brunette. Their gargoyle like features an ironic joke given they spent their days surrounded by such beautiful creatures.
Reaching the car, Bill looked at his iPhone and let out an unexpected whoop. Causing Sophie to jerk her head, inviting further explanation.
“Forgive me, Princess. But when I saw your casting portfolio I knew you had massive potential. So I took the initiative and forwarded some samples to a client of mine. A wealthy photography connoisseur that commissions work for her personal collection. She is offering you up to $400 for another shoot right now...If you are up for it…”
“$400! Bien sûre, of course!” she jumped.
"I have to warn you though. The client likes racy photos, so we would be sailing close to the wind…”
"Allez, let's do it,” she responded, brimming with naïve energy, not thinking beyond the money.
“OK,” he chuckled, running a hand through his thinning greasy hair, “But before anything, let’s find somewhere to grab some chow. We will need the energy. Then we can return here once the light is more dramatic in the afternoon.”
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A few hours later they were back, parked on the now deserted lane. Everyone gathered beside the old Buick, well fed and relaxed after a couple of beers.
“Right, this isn’t commercial work anymore, its art. So let’s create something magical. Sophie, the collection our client is putting together is titled ‘Beauty and the Beast’,” Bill explained.
Eliciting a giggle as he pointed to her and then James, making it clear which was which, as if it hadn't been obvious.
“It is about the fine line that separates us from our primal instincts, and it explores the darker side of human nature. Our duality if you will. We use different scenarios each time. And since we have already spent the morning working ‘on the road’, let’s continue with the whole hitchhiking theme. We haven’t done that one yet.”
The blonde nodded, lapping it up, imagining how proud her professors would be that one of their freshmen wasn’t just learning about art, but at the cutting edge. Wrapped up in the moment, she didn’t notice the knowing glances that passed between the other three.
“Sophie darling,” Bill continued, disrupting her daydream, “We need this piece to be really powerful, and for that I need you to feel both vulnerable and empowered. So I want you to remain in that outfit, but without anything underneath.”
“Pardon?” she wheezed.
“You heard me. Off with your underwear,” he reiterated, as if it was a perfectly normal request.
It caught her off guard. But it shouldn’t have, he had warned it would be risqué. And analyzing the situation she quickly decided it wasn’t a big deal. After all, she would still be wearing her jean shorts and white tank top. So she cast around for somewhere to change.
“Really?” he said, addressing her like a child, “we don’t have all day, or we will lose the light. Just change here, nothing to be shy about amongst friends. Besides, you’ve been changing outfits in front of us all day.”
‘Yeah, but I always had my underwear on!’she wanted to say.
But still, Sophie didn’t want Bill to think she was some kind of prudish amateur. And besides, back in France going topless at the beach whilst wearing a thong was pretty normal, and she often got a thrill out of the exhibitionism. So with a deep breath, she hooked her bottoms and yanked them down. Granting the gawkers a tantalizing glimpse of her cute young slit and tight round buns.
“There,” she said triumphantly, the designer ripped shorts back in place.
“Lovely,” Bill confirmed. “Now the bra...”
“Bra?”
“I said underwear, didn’t I? That includes the bra of course. Am I going to have to repeat everything?”
“No, sorry…”
“Good, because we can just call this whole thing off if you are not mature enough to handle it."
“Pardon, Bill. I am. Je promets."
He huffed, folding his arms impatiently. His expression making it clear that she had better be more cooperative. And she obliged, her perky B cup breasts and cute pink nipples briefly springing into view, bouncing hello as they were freed from her bra, before being covered back up again.
Satisfied that she was every bit as delicious as he had imagined, Bill got the shoot started. And his requests and angles were indeed provocative. Asking her to bend over and pick up the suitcase while shooting from behind. Having her lean into the window to ask James for a lift while shooting down her top. And although it felt a little seedy to begin with, the model slowly eased into the role. Learning to enjoy the cheeky eroticism that came with hinting at her underlying nakedness whilst not actually flaunting it. Reveling in the crew’s attention, even if they had looks that only a mother could love.