She Works Hard for the Money

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It’s an old story, really. Small town girl moves to the big city searching for money, fame, and of course, the big L: love.

Jenny Lee Miller was hardly nineteen when she heard the siren call of Los Angeles screaming her name. A lifetime in a small desert community had bored her; she craved change, attention, anything, really, to escape the humdrum life she existed in. Tossing her bags in her ’94 Honda, she waved goodbye to her family, heading west, her long natural blond hair flipping in the wind as she drove off, windows down, in a car with no air conditioning.

In retrospect, she realized much later, she really should have had more of a plan, something more than her “connections” to rely on. These basically amounted to a friend whose couch she could crash on, and an aspiring actor friend, plying his trade at the local coffee shop.

Billy Jean, whose parents had an obvious Michael Jackson fixation, was starting to get a little irritated after Jenny Lee had been there for three months.

“Jenny, when are you getting your own place? My couch has memory marks from you sleeping on it!”

“BJ, I just don’t know…Norm’s isn’t paying me much, hours are hard to come by, and tips are lousy…” she lamented. “I’m trying to find a better job, I swear!”

Her roommate sighed. “You know how much of a crimp you’re putting on my love life, right? Jake hasn’t been able to come over here since the time you walked in on us last month…

“Look, Jenny Lee, I told you that you were welcome here as long as you need to be, and I’m not backing away from that. I just want you to realize that life here is different than back home. It’s faster paced, bigger. You can’t just work part time as a waitress and expect to get by. You need to find a better job, make more money, and get your own place.”

“I know, I know…” Jenny Lee looked downtrodden. Billy Jean had just vocalized her fears and frustrations. She wanted to make it here, but was starting to lose hope. She had even contemplated going back home. The only thing standing in the way of that was her pride. Jenny Lee refused to admit failure. “Maybe I can find a second job…just until I find that good one! I have a lot to offer…maybe no experience, but I can learn!”

The look on Billy Jean’s face said otherwise. “Listen, honey…maybe this isn’t right for –”

“NO!” she screamed. “I won’t go back! I can’t! Everyone said I’d fail, and come crawling back. I refuse to let them be right! I’ll…I mean…fuck, I’ll go streetwalking if I have to!”

Billy Jean laughed. “Sweetie…they don’t call it that. You’d be a streetwalker if you did that. The appropriate verb is ‘hooking, and I don’t think you’re cut out for that.”

She brushed her long black hair back from her chest. “If you’re seriously contemplating that, then I think I can help you…but it’s not to be taken lightly. You remember when I left Podunk a few years ago?” Jenny Lee nodded. “The only difference between my situation and yours was a few hundred dollars more in the bank…which I burned through in less than a month.”

The blonde nodded. As she looked around the small apartment, she asked, “Then how did you get here? You’re not rich by any means, but seem to be pretty well off.”

“These.” She grabbed her large breasts, shaking them. Jenny Lee looked intently.

“I…I don’t understand…you, um, ‘hooked’?”

“No silly…a little nude modeling! See, out here, there’s always a demand for girls. Where do you think all the Internet porn comes from? There’s more to it than just Jenna Jameson and Brianna Banks. You don’t have to be a ‘name’ to make some good money. Doing a few dozen shoots gave me enough income to survive until I found a good job.”

“Just modeling?”

“Well…not for me…see, I have a slightly higher libido, and was open to the idea of some more…intense shooting. I started out on a topless site, which paid barely anything. I quickly learned that the more I was willing to do, the more I’d get paid. So, next I did some totally nude, split pussy shots, then some full hardcore, and even did a lezzy session or two…” Billy Jean’s eyes glazed over. “Renee…I wish I still had her number…”

“LEZ!?!? Oh, fuck that. I will NOT do another girl!” Jenny Lee’s pulse quickened. She couldn’t believe she was hearing any of this…let alone contemplating it. She wasn’t a virgin, but still close to it. Still, the idea…

“Relax, babe. They won’t do anything you don’t want to. You start at the bottom anyways, that’s where the ads are. Your shoot director or the cameraman will offer you more work if they think you can handle it. It’s not Playboy, to be sure, but it beats the streets.”

Jenny Lee looked down at her body. She was cute, she knew that much. The crown at the county fair beauty pageant when she was 17 was enough to convince her of that. Her breasts, while not nearly as big as her roommate’s (was she really a double D? Her bra said so…), were still pretty big on her small frame. Pulling the collar away from her shirt, looking down, she realized, perhaps for the first time, her boobs were pretty nice. A large C cup, firm and a little perky. Her pink nipples, however, she never liked: they were just a little too high on her breasts, at least compared to the other girls she saw in the locker room, not to mention long. They were bigger than erasers!

Still…

*****

A week later, Jenny Lee found herself putting a robe on, having just finished her first photo shoot. Her panic subsided quickly, as the photographer was able to put her at ease when he told her no one would ask her to remove anything below the waist.

Jack Baxter had been surprisingly easygoing, reassuring her, giving her pointers and mild direction, but mostly allowing her to control the pace of the shoot. And much to her astonishment, this was nothing like a Lifetime movie. He wasn’t sleazy, no compliments to get what he wanted, no pushing. When her bra came off, her nipples weren’t erect from a cold studio: she was slightly turned on by the experience. It was almost as if she was undressing for a lover, rather than a complete stranger.

After she had returned to a full state of dress, Jack handed her two business cards. The first one was his: it had the URL of the website where her pictures would be published, along with a password to see the entire set. Her big fear, though, was that any Joe could hop on and see her in all her glory. She didn’t mind, too much, subscribers seeing her, but the idea of a bunch of horny teenage boys, specifically the ones back home, jumping in and getting a free show. As if he was reading her mind, Jack set her at ease once again.

“Now, this is a membership site, a paid admission, if you will. This isn’t the kind of place where you can just go and see a bunch of the pics for free, and then more if you sign up. It’s a respectable page, where only the most famous of our models are advertised. You will be prominently featured, of course, as you have new sets. We update daily, and the newest models are always on top. It would be, of course, in your best interests to do multiple sets, to increase your body of work. The more sets, the more popular you become. The webmaster pays more money for girls who get a lot of hits.”

Jenny Lee was still looking at the cards. “What about this one?”

Jack looked at it, almost hesitantly. He let out a sigh. “I’m gonna be honest with you, Jenny. The money isn’t that much, at least not on this end. Amatuerbabes.com has pretty much guaranteed buying my photos, as they know my skill and trust my judgment when it comes to girls. However, unless you are one of the top producers, with an immense body of work, you’re never gonna make more than a couple of hundred bucks a pop. Beyond that, if you don’t meet a quota, then they’re not going to buy any more from you.” As if to accentuate this, he peeled off two crisp hundred-dollar bills.

“That card is for Mark Spitz. He specializes in the more…there’s really no other way to put this, is there? He does hardcore shots. He’s good, he has a good eye, but he won’t put up with an amateur. The man wants a woman who will do what she’s told. Obviously, he won’t push you into a girl-on-girl scene, or anal. He won’t even expect a facial; he works out the specifics in advance with you. But you can’t be timid, you shouldn’t contact him until you’re ready.”

Jenny Lee shuddered a bit. “How…how much does he pay?”

Again, he sighed. “It can be as much as a thousand, depending on what you’re willing to do. He insists on at least a small portfolio with a minimum of half a dozen other shoots, at least one of which HAS to be totally nude. He also doesn’t pay in advance, but he’s always good for the money. Only time I’ve ever heard a complaint was when this crack ho he shot claimed he quoted her more than he paid…of course, she claimed he had forged the contract.”

Jenny couldn’t believe what she said next. “Can we set up another shoot?”

***** She found herself really beginning to enjoy these sessions. She felt completely comfortable with Jack, and she was able to drop her clothes with no suggestions. She often felt herself moistening up, just thinking about how sexy she looked. She would play with her tits, starting to enjoy the sensations of pulling on her own nipples, the taste when she lifted one to her mouth to suckle herself. Jenny even felt that her nipples, while not the norm, were pretty hot. It made her stand out from all the other skinny blondes.

During one shoot, she found herself removing her white cotton panties. Without even thinking about it, she spread her legs to expose her tight pink pussy. It had been far too long for her since there was any pleasure down there, and the minute her finger touched her cunt lips, she began to quiver. Slowly, deliberately, she moved her index finger a bit deeper.