Just the Tip - The Manning Brothers

Patrick nodded wearily.

“I’ll make sure you get it,” he said.

That’s all I needed to hear. I dropped my hands, letting my Double Ds bounce free, the creamy mounds tasty and ripe. Teasingly, I cupped them, deepening the valley in between as I straddled the door to the car like I’d seen the redhead do.

“Lick your nipples,” said Max. “Make me want you,” he commanded all the while the shutter going off in a non-stop whir.

I was only too happy to oblige. I lifted my girls to my mouth, savoring first one ruby red nip, then the other, licking them lasciviously while smiling at the camera before lifting them both to do a double suck.

It only got dirtier though. Patrick reached for the string tie of my bikini bottoms and pulled it loose so that the front flap flopped open. I grabbed at the fabric with a pretend gasp, holding my hand over my mouth for added effect as the cloth slipped over my pussy.

“Oh my god!” I whispered, just audible enough for the crew to hear. “It slipped!”

But of course I knew what was going on. I wasn’t getting paid nine hundred dollars to strut around in my clothes. I was getting paid to go nude. I was baring my assets so that men want me and that car.

Coyly, I dropped my hand, letting the fabric slip through my fingers until the front of my pink slit was revealed, the lips bare, plush and juicy.

“Mmm,” I moaned, throwing my head back, one hand rubbing circles around my clit as the other pulled and tugged at my nipple. “Feels amazing,” I panted. My long blonde hair hung down my back and both Patrick and the photographer had their mouths agape now, although I noticed the photographer’s finger was clicking non-stop at the camera.

And that’s how I ended up posing nude for a couple of skin mag flicks. It started slow. I was a student after all, and couldn’t come up to the City all the time for photo shoots. Plus, I had my doubts. Being naked came easy to me and I’m totally comfortable in my body, but I knew what was happening. I was being recorded and someone, somewhere, would see these pictures.

But I steeled myself. I needed the money and would never meet the people who bought these photos. They were probably car aficionados, dudes who wouldn’t even see me as anything more than accessory because the exotic cars being the main draw. That is, until the agency asked me to start posing without the cars altogether … just me, open, revealing, and available for all.

It was a little intimidating at first to my legs spread while the camera guys circling 360 degrees. I felt uncomfortable because those guys could see right up my snatch. They could see my wet pussy oiled up and lubed! But they were total professionals, not batting an eye, and I told myself they saw naked girls all the time – I was just the latest in a long line. And so I sank into the work, smiling, preening, working my body, and letting it all hang out while reveling in my youth and beauty.

In all, I didn’t do many shoots. It was probably only a week’s work total. Seven days of nude photo work, with my kitty and breasts on display. Thinking back, if I hadn’t been so hard up for cash, with no friends, no money, and no fiancé, I don’t think it would have happened. I probably would have just mooched off my latest victim, taking him for all he was worth.

I shouldn’t have done it, I know that now. I was young and stupid, poor and in a bad place. But now there were nudies of me out there … and I didn’t realize how they’d come to haunt me.

4

Rafe

“Jenna, Jenna, Jenna!” the crowd screamed. I’d heard a lot about this new model but hadn’t had a chance to meet her myself. As the chairman of Levast Corp., I take a personal interest in all the brands my company owns and that includes going to dozens of fashion shows, meeting designers, scoping out the crowd.

The audience at Jason Alexander, our newest label, was promising. Between a mix of hoity-toity editorial staff, celebrity ingénues, Instagrammers, and serious buyers, we had a good turn-out. I could see Vanessa A., a hot new rapper, preening in the front row. There were cameramen all around her but the crowd kept screaming “Jenna!” without abandon.

Hmmm, Jenna Walsh. Very interesting. She was the newest model to hit the scene, older than most, probably twenty-four or twenty-five. It wasn’t often we hired from the “mature division” of an agency, but in this case Jason had felt he had no choice. Jenna had come onto the scene so suddenly that it took everyone by surprise. The blonde bimbo was the absolute opposite of what high fashion was about – way too curvy, with boobs and an ass that bounced and jiggled with a life of their own.