Literotic asexstories – The Corruption of Gia James Ch. 01 by JezebelleEscortStories,JezebelleEscortStories
The Corruption of Gia James
Hi Guys,
I’m Gia James.
If I used my real name, I think some of you will have heard of me.
I have always been a sex worker. I have done page 3, the lads mags, the porn mags and the sex films. I continue to work in the industry today.
I was involved in a sex scandal with a well known married comedian.
Don’t judge me until you hear my side. From the beginning till now.
All names are changed. All places are fictional. The sex is all real.
Love from Gia x
Jezebelle Escort Stories.
Part One
The First Photo Shoot
I’d like to share my story. It all started way way back. In my home town. A shitty place called Inky Bay. A place I was desperate to escape.
I was 20 years old. I thought I knew it all.
Darius, my loser boyfriend of the time, arranged a sexy bikini photo shoot with a mate of a mate of a mate. He kept saying I could be famous with my body. He filled my head with it. He gave me an address on a bit of paper and £6.50 to get the bus to the city.
Darius told me to get the money first and keep my top on.
I walked down a dirty alley way in between a chippy and a laundrette. I’d been up all night sniffing, I felt a bit unsteady on my five inch heels. Not the best state to go to my first photo shoot in but that’s the way I always was, high, at the time.
I looked at the buzzers on the flats, it took a second to find the right one. A guy walked behind me. He stood really close and held the door open so I walked in with him. He was staring at me. Not speaking.
It was a grimy dull block of flats. Like a multi story car park for humans. I had a little white mini dress on, it was so dirty going up the stairs I didn’t want to touch the bannister and stain my dress. I wished I’d worn black. My heels clicked on the concrete stairs, echoing upward.
I found Keiths flat. I was out of breath. My thighs were aching. My feet hurt. It was a lot of stairs. Up on the top floor, the balcony of doorways looked out onto a grey concrete city, Inky Bay in the distance.
Black storm clouds swirled over the bay. I stood for a second, still not sure. I couldn’t just go home, Keith had sent Darius £100 up front yesterday. We’d spent it on coke already.
I brushed down my curves and tried to pose in front of the door so I looked classy.
I knocked on the door and that precise moment, everything went wrong for me.
The door opened, ganja smoke billowed out. Keith, was stood there. He looked like a Fleetwood Mac hippy reject. Grey stringy hair and a purple bandana, skinny blue jeans and a paisley shirt open to the waist. He had weird black and white tattoos all over his body and arms. He had a nose ring. Not what I was expecting.
“Gia!” He said grabbing me in a hug. He pulled me in and slammed the door shut. My eyes adjusted to the dimness inside. A dark purple hallway with hanging plants, made the place feel like it was hippy Halloween.
“Hi sorry I didn’t buzz the door opened.” I smiled. He gently pushed me against the hall way wall, looking me up and down. Inspecting my curves. I turned round for him as he wolf whistled.
“Do not apologise, girl don’t, you look amazing.” His teeth showed in a smile, that turned into a leer. His black eyes looked at my bum, my hips, my slim waist, fixing on my 34DD breasts. Beady eyes under a bandana. I was used to it.
“Your fee,” he said giving me a stack of notes, we’d agreed on £150 but I didn’t count it. I just stuffed it in my purse. “We’re ready for you, all set up in the living room.” He ushered me in front of him gently gripping my buttocks as I walked through.
“Hmm so pert.” He whispered in my ear. I was feeling uncomfortable.
I gasped at him touching my bum, walking into the bright living room. I was a bit taken a back. It wasn’t a studio. The sofa and chair were pushed against the wall. Big windows had white curtains shut over the brightness. There were two umbrella lights, a camera on a tripod was pointing at a mattress on the floor. Like a real professional shoot.
Except the mattress.
My eyes fixed on the mattress. My mouth was feeling a bit dry. Like a bed to get fucked on, not a model shoot. My stomach turned over. I couldn’t fuck Keith, he was old.
At the side next to the camera was a table with coke and weed on it. A girl with long black hair was sat on a little stool next to it. She was smoking a joint, wearing a black pvc mini dress and choker, she looked like one of those goth type girls.
“This is Amanda, she’s assisting, with lighting, wardrobe things like that, rolling spliffs. All that stuff.” Keith said.
“Hey.” Said Amanda waving to me.
“Do you need a second just to get ready?” Keith asked. I was nervous of the set up, but Darius had reassured me that there was going to be a female chaperone present. Amanda obviously. So seeing her there, mistakenly put my mind at rest.
“Yes I’ve got bikini and heels in my bag.” I said trying to sound confident, but inside my stomach was turning over.
“Ok well theres the bathroom, you go get ready and we’ll put the lighting on.” Keith pointing to the bathroom.
I shut the door and stood for a second in the cool white bathroom. The Fluorescent light above my head flickering. There were cracked white hospital tiles, and a grimy mirror. A dirty brown towel hung up on a ring next to a filthy sink.
I was looking at my self in the mirror. My blonde curls loosely falling down my back. I’d chosen white to show off my tan. The bikini was two sizes too small for me, giant stripper heels like the tv girls. I’d hidden it all underneath a more conservative leopard print dress in case Darius looked in my bag.
I inspected myself. I admired my large tanned 34DD breasts. Darius loved my big juicy tits. They made me look older. The tiny thong bikini bottoms covered my smooth waxed pussy but not much else. I put my hands on my slim waist turning round admiring myself and wishing I’d bought my gold belly chain.
I wanted to get on one of those reality shows so badly.
I looked good, even if my blue eyes were a bit red. I touched up my eyeshadow, trying to hide it with gold make up glowing on my eyelids, heavy black liner and thick lashes.
There was nothing wrong with getting some professional bikini shots for my portfolio. My boyfriend, Darius, had said Keith did all the best girls photos. I pushed my apprehension down.
I put on my white stripper heels. Took a couple of deep breaths and walked out of the bathroom.
The lights were turned down in the living room. Amanda was holding a ring light, illuminating the mattress. It was glowing like a huge white void. Keith and Amanda stared at me. Keith whistling softly.
“Ok baby ok. So just straight in at bikini I like it. You want a little a sniff? A little smoky? Before we start?” Keith gestured towards four fat lines on the table.
I bent over and sniffed a fat line with a rolled up fiver. Keith was staring at my wide hips, my bum. In a weird way, him letching over me was turning me on. Making me feel a bit more confident, more in control.
I felt my heart pounding as the coke surged through me. I took a big puff on the joint in the ashtray.
“Let’s go” Keith said.
As I stepped in front of the camera. Into the void. I just began posing, I felt like I was a different person. A confident sexual woman. I did all the poses I’d done in front of the mirror.
Lifting my arms, playing with my hair. Showing myself off felt really good. Especially my big boobs, tiny waist and wide hips. Amanda was watching me and moving the light.
“Good girl good girl.” Keith kept saying.
After about ten minutes Keith said we’d take a break. He came and sat next to me and let me look at the pictures on the camera screen. The pictures looked great and I saw the poses which worked.
We carried on sniffing and smoking.
Amanda cutting more lines.
We were all getting on really well. Having a laugh together. I think we were all feeling turned on by this point. I was so high, I felt horny.
“You know what would look really good? If you pulled the bikini top to the side, in a few, a little bit of a flash. Little bit of a nip slip.” Keith said winking, passing me the joint. I felt really high already.
“What do you mean” I giggled, “like topless?” I passed the joint back.
“Do you want to go topless? It’s up to you babe. It’s an extra £200 if you take your top off. It’s up to you babe no pressure from me.” Keith said holding his hands up in a mock surrender.
“You will look great, your body is so beautiful, show it.” Said Amanda sniffing another line.
“I can transfer it to Darius on the bank app now. Only if you want too, you know, show a bit more or we could do it, just between us?” Keith said, cutting me another huge line.
“Ok let’s do it. But between us cash.” I said. Crossing a huge naughty line in my head, between bikini shots and topless, made me feel wet between my legs. I’d only had sex with about three guys. Now, I felt like such a slut.
Keith stood back behind the camera. Waiting for me.
Amanda pointed the light at the mattress, still smoking a joint. Waiting for me.
The white glowing bed was waiting for me.
I had never showed my boobs to anyone except my boyfriends. I was so scared I felt sick.
I couldn’t keep them all waiting.
I stepped in front of the camera and undid my bikini top and exposed myself. I stood still, showing myself off. Getting a grip on my nerves.
I could hear Keith heavy breathing. I pulled my top completely off. Dropping it to the floor. My nipples turned hard as I heard the camera clicks.
“Push them up together. Hold them up for me. Good girl. Good girl.” Keith said. I did what I was told. The coke. The weed. The two of them watching me. The only way to describe it was I felt possessed, like a different person.
“Relax, good girl come on. That’s it.” I heard Keith saying. The big lense in my face.
I turned my back on the camera and began pulling my bikini bottoms down. Wiggling my hips. I was laughing, revelling in their admiring gaze.
“Oh ok you’re going to be a bad girl are you.” Keith said, his camera clicked. Over and over.
I was totally naked except my high white heels. Coke and weed surging round my veins. Doing all the poses I did in my bedroom for my boyfriend Darius. My waxed smooth pussy on show. My breasts on show. Everything. I turned round and round. Lifting my hair, rubbing my hands over my exhibited glowing body.
“Good nice kneel down in doggy style babe. Let’s get some bum shots. Very nice.” Keith said his camera clicking over and over again.
I paused for a second, thinking. I decided I was already nude. What was the difference if it went a bit further than we agreed? None. I felt horny as I turned round.
I got down on all fours, my bum towards the camera. I put my head down on the white mattress in Keith’s living room. Pulling my curly blonde hair out of the way. My breasts squashed underneath me. My bum high in the air. I kept my legs together. I kept still, my smooth slit was exposed completely. But not opened.
I’d promised to keep my top on.
I crossed my ankles the high heels clicking together, I pushed my bum back as far as I could. I felt wetness between my legs.
The camera clicked. Every time I heard the noise, a ripple went through me. I felt so dirty and wrong, but it felt so good at the same time.
“Good girl good girl. Now why don’t you lie back on the bed and give me a big big spread.” Keith said. I could only see his teeth grinning under the bandana, behind the camera. The ring light shining in my eyes.
Giggling I lay down on my back and opened my legs. My high heels dug into the mattress. All my inhibitions evaporated. I felt like a purely sexual being. A toy to be used.
My clit twitched as I gently eased my lips apart with my fingers. My inner fleshy ring was pulsing as Keith took the camera off the tripod.
He kneeled between my spread legs. The camera clicking, taking close up shots of my open hole over and over. I held still in the pose. I imagined the pictures being like the ones I let Darius take. My big breasts and curly blonde hair behind my gaping pussy lips.
I was totally carried away.
“How about I flick into video mode and you slip a finger in babe.” Keith whispered.
I was so horny I just nodded. Sinking two fingers into my desperate pussy I felt inside myself. Just like I did in my bedroom on my own. I shut my eyes and pleasured myself. Forgetting Keith was there.
I found my g spot and lifted my knees higher. Gasping with my eyes closed as my probing fingers explored my hole, rubbing on all the places I liked.
My shaking arms were squeezing my breasts together, as the pulsing sensation started deep inside my hole. I rubbed harder and harder. Juices leaking out of me. I lay gasping and grunting, grinding on my fingers.
“Keep going good girl good.” Keith said.
I opened my eyes and looked down at the camera. My spread thighs and huge breasts quivering with pleasure, I allowed the orgasm to engulf me. Keith was filming between my legs, his eyes wide, teeth bared behind the huge black lense. I felt like a porn star as my hole gripped round my fingers. Soaking my hand.
Something like a voice in my head, told me to lick my fingers clean. Taste my own juices. I stared at the camera, licking my fingers sticking my tongue out like the slutty girls on magazine covers.
“That was great, fucking great, you’re a natural babe.” Keith gasped.
I was laying there in Keith’s grotty flat with my legs spread for strangers. Absolutely out of my mind on coke and I’d just fingered myself on film.
I reached for my bikini feeling a bit embarrassed as the thrill left me.
“Let’s have a line and a smoke. You’re fucking amazing, porno quality. Good girl good girl.” He kept saying.
Amanda started changing the sheet as I sniffed a huge line naked. I bent forward I felt Keith touch my pussy, I didn’t say anything, it turned me on.
I picked up a joint and a lighter and sat down on the floor to put my bikini on.
“Leave it off babe.” Keith said, sniffing another line.
Amanda was moving round getting out a huge hold all bag but I was really wasted. I didn’t know what she was doing. I ignored her.
I just sat with my tits out smoking.
Keith came over and squatted next to me. He rubbed my boob. I let him. I liked it.
“Why don’t you and Amanda play for a bit? If you haven’t got to rush back. Just kissing nothing crazy. A few horny pics. Up to you babe.” Keith whispered in my ear. His voice was croaky. His hand was rubbing my boob.
“Ok” I giggled standing up, nude except for my high heels.
After that, I don’t remember much. I remember going home in the Uber, and flashing the driver my hard nipples in his rear view mirror. I loved feeling like a slut.
The £400 pound and the model release form in my bag the only reminder of what I’d done. In my mind. It had all been like a naughty dream.
Darius was asleep on the settee when I got in, so I left him there and went to bed.
–XoX–
About a month later I hadn’t got any auditions. I was lying round with my tits out, letting Darius fuck me whenever he liked. I was sniffing and getting wasted all day. Darius didn’t mention the shoot. Nor did I. We hardly spoke anyway.
I barely remembered it. Like a weird dream.
Darius was at work on the fun fair rides at the beach, now it was open for summer. He was out with his mates the rest of the time. Playing pool. Playing Xbox. I was sick of his playing. I only stayed genuinely for the free coke and the flat near the beach.
I had thought about doing some more modelling but professional shoots not with a perv like Keith.
I was happy living off money my mum and dad gave me so I was just doing nothing.
Then it all blew up.
I’d been out to the shop or somewhere and when I walked back in I could tell there was something wrong with Darius.
He sat on the sofa with his jaw clenching. His big fists gripping his phone.
“What the fuck is this.” He held his phone up. A clip of Amanda licking me out in Keith’s flat, on the mattress, was playing on a loop.
The blood drained out of me. I thought about denying it. I knew it was me. It was clearly me. My big tits on display, my legs wide open, Amanda lying between my thighs. Up to her elbow in my pussy.
My squealing noises echoing out of his phone speaker on a loop.
But I barely remembered it. I squinted at the phone. It hadn’t looked like that at the time. I didn’t remember doing those things.
The noises carried on, squelching sounds and squealing.
Darius looked furious. A black light in his eyes. I was so scared I couldn’t speak.
“Fucking slag.” He shouted, pushing me up the wall. He stormed out of the flat.
I lay in bed with the tv on for hours, I’d looked on my phone. A girl I went to school with had sent me a link to the video on line, asking if it was me.
It was me.
My stomach in knots, waiting for Darius to come home. Hoping to at least explain. I had the fan blasting on me but I still felt hot. I was wearing a cropped t shirt and panties. The heat was stifling.
I’d already packed my bag and left it by the door. Like I had a choice, Darius would clearly kick me out. It wasn’t really working out between me and him since I’d done the shoot. It felt stale.
I heard the door slam. I also heard Darius talking to someone. Bottles chinking in a carrier bag. So his mates were still coming round? Ok, I gave up on talking to him and decided to just go.
I sat up waiting for him to storm in.
He didn’t.
He came in quietly but the smell of vodka was seeping out of his pours. He was snarling at me silently. He sat next to me on the bed.
“I’ve been fucking girls at the fun fair with tighter cunts than yours every day so I don’t give a fuck what you do.” Darius snarled at me.
I didn’t say anything I just thought it was probably best to go back to my mums for the night.
I went to get out of bed and get dressed.
Then he grabbed my arm.
“You’re gonna pay me back bitch, they’ve all seen it. All of them. Filthy slag.” He growled at me. Twisting my arm. He yanked me out of bed and force marched me into the living room.
“I told ya keep ya fucking top on. He’s a dirty old bastard, you whore.” Darius yelled. Two guys were sat there, from the fair I guessed, but didn’t know them.
I tried to cover my thighs with my hands, my t shirt was riding up. Darius just grabbed at my arms holding them back.
“No point being shy now or do you only whore out for girls. You need to be shown what a real man is.” He shouted in my ear.
He lifted me up by one thigh and my arm, he slammed my head forward into the couch, but it was all soft cushions so it didn’t hurt. He ripped my panties down round my thighs and spanked me on the arse, hard, four times with his hand. The two men were clapping. All of them drunk.
Roughly he stuck a finger deep in my pussy hole. I screamed and started to really struggle. My arm behind my back, my panties round my thighs. I was panicking.
“You want fucking up the arse by all of us? Dirty fucking whore.” Darius yelled. He tried to pull my hips back but as soon as he let go I spun round. My panties round my thighs. I slapped at his body and face. My nails digging in viciously.
“Fucking bitch.” He screamed grabbing at me. Ripping my t shirt.
He was so drunk and I was only high. He couldn’t grab me. It was like he moved in slow motion and I was on fast forward.
I scrambled up and yanked his curly black hair. I spat in his face. I dodged round the sofa, grabbed my bag and left.
“Fuck you.” I screamed. Slamming the door. The two men and Darius were shouting.
I was feeling so so grateful I’d packed my bag, I had clothes, cash, coke and weed. It was like fate told me too.
–XoX—
I pulled my panties up over my red butt cheeks, in the hallway and ran to the bottom of the stairs. My bag banging on the railings.
Hiding in a dark corner under the lobby stairwell, I was out of breath. I quickly pulled a pair of little denim shorts out of my bag. I sat on the cold floor pulling my trainers on, praying Darius didn’t come down the stairs. I was panting hard. My bum was hurting from the slaps. Throwing my bag over my shoulder, I was out of there.
I ran down the first street next to Darius’ block, and round the corner taking the back ways. My boobs bounced and I tried to hold them down under the ripped cropped t shirt.
I wasn’t stopping to put a jumper on. Just in case. I wanted to take a walk down to the beach. Get my head straight. I was contemplating just getting an Uber to my mums.
I could hear screaming and cheering from the beach bars closing.
There was a row of a shops for locals behind a row of rubber ring market shacks. Pound land, a co op, that kind of thing, all made of pebble dash. A large car park outside was fenced in to stop tourists. There was always a hole smashed through for pedestrians to get to the beach. I cut through the car park towards the damaged fence.
A car was parked in the corner, suddenly the head lights turned on making me jump. I heard the engine start. It was really late about half eleven and the beach behind was buzzing but the car park was deserted. The shops long since shut.
Except for this car.
It started to drive round behind me and I thought he was leaving.
The car pulled behind me, going at walking pace, the lights blinding me.
I stopped and decided to confront the jerk. I wasn’t in any mood for weirdo tourists.
The car pulled next to me with the window down. Ganja smoke wafting out.
“Gia fancy seeing you here at this time.”
“Keith oh my god am I glad to see you. Can you give me a lift?” I said. Praying he said yes, relief washing through my body. “Oceanside View, do you know it.”
“Yeh hop in princess. What’s happens to your face?” Keith said leaning over and opening the door.
I got in and he passed me a joint.
“So what’s up babe?” Keith said.
–XoX–
I didn’t really remember much after smoking the joint in the car. I told Keith I’d split up with Darius and he said that was a shame. He said he had a load of coke at his place and nothing to do tomorrow.
I could calm down at his flat and go to my mums in the day time. Not the middle of the night. Smoke some weed. Unwind.
I never asked him what he was doing there I was too grateful. I didn’t want to face my mum, and even worse my dad, especially not at this time.
I agreed to go back to Keith’s flat at some point on the journey. He hadn’t tried anything funny at the shoot.
I knew what would be expected. I was young not stupid.
We got to the car park at the back of his block.
He kissed me hard on the mouth, his grey stubble sticking in my lips. His tongue forced inside my mouth.
I kissed him back in the car park.
It wasn’t so bad.
“You coming barbie.” He said. Getting out of the car.
I nodded and we went up to his flat. We missed the concrete steps to the top floor and went in a stinking lift instead. It was creaking and groaning.
Keith stepped in front of me to open the door on his floor and his hand brushed the front of my shorts.
I knew he expected sex. I was cool with that.
He unlocked the door and we went into his purple hallway. I walked straight to the living room but Keith went off into a small kitchen.
“I’ll get you a vodka and red bull babe.” He called.
I just sat on his sofa in shock. I didn’t quite know how I’d ended up sat back in Keith’s living room. Darius had been wrestling me round the living room half an hour ago.
I rolled a joint. He rolled a joint.
An hour or two passed.
I was drinking. A lot.
I was starting to feel horny. I didn’t know why. Just being back with Keith, who wasn’t judging me or calling me a slag. Quite the opposite, he said I looked great, my natural tits, were a million dollars on film. He kept flattering me. He kept getting me drinks.
He made me feel horny.
Keith was sat with his arm round me on the sofa, an oldies channel on the tv was playing Bon Jovi videos. His hand kept wandering round my bum cheeks. He tickled up my spine. Blowing smoke in my face.
We were really stoned. And drunk.
“I need to change my top, it’s ripped up, i look a mess.” I said. Staring into his dark eyes. His grey hair wild and frizzing with no bandana or ponytail.
He was wearing a def leperd t shirt and black shorts. Ready for bed he had said hours ago.
He waved his hands in the air.
“Hey be my guest. I’m not gonna complain babe. You can go in the bathroom or get changed here with me.” He said. Leaning in really close. His hand up the back of my crop top.
His spiky stubbly lips pressed on to mine. His tongue pushed inside my mouth. I kissed him back.
“You wanna get fucked by me, right here on my settee. You’re naughty ain’t ya.” He whispered in my ear. Like the photo shoot.
I stretched up and pulled my top off.
Keith pounced on my bare breasts. It felt good to get started. He wasn’t so bad. He was kneading handfuls of flesh. His mouth biting at my nipples.
He pulled his top off. He had grey curly chest hair. A jumble of tattoos all over his chest and torso. His skinny body pressed into my voluptuous curves. We were passionately kissing, holding each other.
“Take these off babe.” He said pushing me backwards onto the couch and pulling at my shorts.
I pulled my shorts and panties off. I felt disgusted but excited at the same time.
He was at least twice my age. I hardly knew him. I moaned and shut my eyes.
I felt his finger tease my hole then his small dick was inside me. Thrusting.
He wasn’t very big and I felt his hairy legs and pubes between my smooth spread thighs.
“Fucking hell I’ve not had 20 year old pussy in a while you’re tight babe.” Keith grunted in my ear. Thrusting his skinny cock deep up me, over and over.
In and out. My body responded to the stimulation, I started getting wet. I felt grossed out but I lay there, spreading my legs a bit wider and making noises like I was enjoying it.
Keith’s thrusts started getting more urgent and I raked my nails up his back. His tongue frantically licking inside my mouth. He tasted like old tobacco.
His cock throbbed inside me. Long hard spurts. Deep in my wet hole. I let Keith cum inside me. My hole full of his sticky cream.
He was an old man, a perv who’d shared pictures of me.
I felt his jizz dribble out of my gash as he pulled his cock out of me.
“Thanks barbie.” He panted in my ear.
He was the fourth man I’d ever slept with.
Keith gave me a blanket on the sofa and asked me if I’d ever tried anal sex. If I wanted too, I was welcome to get in bed with him, it was up to me. This was immediately after cumming inside me. I was still dribbling his spunk out of my little tight slash.
He left the door open and I followed him into his bedroom.
—XoX—
The entire town was scandalised.
My mum and dad were disgusted over the video of me having sex with Amanda and photos of me naked. My perverted old boyfriend Keith horrified them. He was never invited round to their house.
My brother saw the photos and told my mum and dad everything.
“How could you have lesbian sex Gia? Are you a gay?” My mum cried.
“Everyone is saying you’re a prostitute!” My dad yelled.
They were praying for me in church every day.
I had gone back to Keith’s flat, my mum and dad were too much for me. Keith was a dirty old man but he didn’t judge me.
Keith got me a cover shoot with Men Only magazine. I got high at the shoot and got my gash out on a huge centrefold poster. The whole town found out. I was the talk of the shitty boring place over a particularly wet cold winter.
One of the local pubs put the Men Only centrefold poster behind the bar with a sticker over my pussy for their local craft ale called Gia’s Juice, for local guys and girls.
I thought I looked hot but my mum cried and went to the priest.
I needed to get away from Inky Bay, my mum and dad, Keith. All of them.
So my parents rented me the flat in the city. They wanted me away from their respectable reputation in the community. I was living near my brother, who had got a solicitors job. He was supposed to keep an eye on me.
It was either going to be the best or the worst move I ever made.
–XoX–
Hope you enjoyed the story.
Lots of love
Gia xx
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