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This is all the reasons as to what led me to do the photo shoot. My state of mind and my situation... I love to explain why I did it and still do it today.
Thank you for reading it....
April 2,000, Dallas, and I am 24, just making enough money to pay the rent, bills, and get some junk food each day. Yes, I was broke. My job was exciting! Not!!! I worked in a tax accounting office in a typical strip mall. Could there be anything more boring??? I do nothing so! But I needed money to survive, so, I did it.
I had a car. An old clunker that on a good day would start. I almost felt like selling it and then I would not have to worry about it or the insurance payments. Luckily, my small apartment and my job were not far. So, I would walk most days if the weather was nice. Walking to work I would walk past a couple other strip malls. I made sure to walk through them checking out each store. Really wasting time as I dreaded my job. I would come across a gym and this seedy bar. The gym I thought was nice and wished I had the money for a month or two or three! There was always a few (good looking) older men inside working out. They had to be over 50 even 60. But they sort of looked good to me. I was sorely needing to lose a few pounds sure. Who isn’t? I know having a larger chest probably took eyes away from my waistline. I know some men (not the boys I was dating my age) liked a larger chest and ass… so yeah… I wanted to join but the money was not there so as usually… I kept on walking. Now, this bar on the other hand… I am sure they had strippers in there. I did not know because I never went in. I was not going in by myself. I could only imagine having a stripper’s body and have men paying attention and yes paying for my attention. What a life I imagined! I would also pass many stores, salons, and restaurants. None of which I could enter as I had zero cash and my credit card was already nearing its low limit. So many dresses and shoes and purses and jewelry I could only dream of one day having the money to spend on… Dreaming… Dreaming about all this…
Like so many days before and after work as I walked, I passed the gym. This time, I see in the window – Special: Join today and get the first 30 Days free! Oh my! I walked in. A couple of the older men working out looked my way. They seemed to smile, and I instinctively smiled back. I was then met by someone who worked there. I inquired about this 30-day free special. He said what I wanted to hear, and I Joined! I Signed up and left. But as I did, I took another look around to see and caught another smile coming my way. I left. I was thinking I may like working out there! Thinking to myself… Do I still have that workout outfit I got as a gift?
At home, I hurried to my closet on a mission. Trudging through shoes and stuff a box! I found my matching sportswear workout outfit that was buried! I had never worn it and there it was in the back of the closet! I stripped completely nude and tried it on… Mirror… Hmm… I wanted to make sure they were not see through If I just had this on with no bra or panties. They certainly did not show anything underneath, so I was relieved! Also, I thought I did not look as fat as I thought I would. It hugged my large chest. Yes, I am 36 DD. But I have some inches to lose on my waist, but my ass was nearly as large as my chest. Ugh! This was a perfect time for me to lose weight and look better as summer was fast approaching too! I am excited to start my workout tomorrow after work!
The next day I pack my gym back with my new workout outfit, sneakers, and a towel. Ready, off to work I go. I walked past the sleazy bar and I walked past the gym, it is already open a few are working out. I pause to see if it was any of the older men from yesterday, but I did not think so. I continued to work. Wondering who would be there when I went. I did enjoy the fact that they were older, 50+ or 60+ and not the boys my age. I get to work. Yippee! Not! Another day of this! My work was rather dull filing. But busy with many phone calls for tax appointments. I was in the back and never really had to go up front where there were more customer interactions. So yeah it was boring back here! Finally! The day is over, and I get to go to the gym! Yippee! I scurry to the restroom and change into my workout outfit and sneakers! Throw my work clothes, shoes, bra, and panty into my gym bag. There was no full-length mirror there, but I think I looked good. It is a concern of mine. Of course. It is why I am going to the gym. I hurry and leave saying my goodbyes… getting some interesting looks as I was never in a gym outfit before at work. They seemed sort of positive… That was nice and made me feel good. I think the outfit showed my curvy body. Maybe too much? Off I go!
Walking along at a bit of a faster pace I feel eyes looking at me… Hmm this workout outfit has made people notice me. Finally reaching the gym, I walk in a bit nervous. You know, the new place and new people. I certainly don’t want to make a fool out of myself! I enter. I am greeted. Everything was in order for my day one of thirty for free! As I went back to the area with those workout machines, I was greeted by an older man that was there. He welcomed me and told me if I needed any assistance to ask him. I thought that was super nice and I liked his look too. I said I was probably going to try some of these workout machines. He eagerly set some slower lower speed and had me try that. Taking his advice, I did just that with these machines. As I was working out, he would stop over and see if I was OK. That was genuinely nice of him. As I finished working out for the hour, I thanked him. He smiled and I and left.
Over the next three weeks, I continued my after-work routine of working out. I would continue to see this older man each time. We started to talk about more and more things and some personal. I was finding that I had this attraction to this older man. I found out that he was 64. But he did not look or sound like I imagined a 64-year-old man to be. He was 40 years my elder. But I had this feeling. It was different that with the boys my age. Yes, I called them boys as they are mostly immature and always looking to make me into something they want. We called each other by our first names. His name was Ed. I enjoyed his tone when he spoke and when he called me by name, Lisa. Ed excited me. After this one particular work out at home. I went to my bedroom and stood in front of my full-length mirror and removed my sneakers. I removed my workout top and my workout pants. I was fully nude now. Looking at my 36DD breasts. My curvy ass. My unshaven, hairy pussy. Standing there I was thinking about Ed. His demeanor and his voice. His looks. The way he talked to me. I was getting a hot flash and felt a tingly feeling. I was now feeling my self-getting wet. I now was smelling the aroma from my wet pussy as I stood there. I started to lose some control as desires overtook me. I laid down on my back. I opened my legs with my feet up and flat on the wall to each side of the full-length mirror. Looking down over my Hardened nipples I see my hairy pussy in the mirror… Although I was fully hairy… I see my long puffy lips exposed, opened and wet… laying there I am imagining that Ed was here… gazing at my hairy pussy… telling me how sexy I looked for him… telling me how he loved that my pussy was hairy…. Telling me how he loved my long lips opening for him as he looked on… telling me he smelled my aroma, my wetness that was all for him! My thoughts! Wetter I became! Wanting Ed’s tongue to work through my parted lips… tasting my juices that were all for him! My fingers caressed my hard nipples… Ed telling me how beautiful I am! How he loved my hairy pussy! My eyes closed! My body anticipating… Ed’s tongue hungry… licking me… I run my fingers over my pussy lips…moving them faster as if it were Ed’s tongue gliding up and down through my open pussy lips… I let out big moan! My left hand clenching the rug! My eyes open then close! My head back! Pushing into the floor! My body arches! My legs tense but quivering! I cum! An amazing orgasm… shaking… quivering… I spew my orgasm in Ed’s mouth! I am so wet… I feel my pussy juices dripping off his face, from my open wet pussy down on my ass crack… breathing so heavily! My body melts back as if it were into the floor… I take a few moments to relax… Look down my body… My pussy… wet… Ed’s face wet from me… I come back to earth from this amazing orgasm! Now wishing Ed was really here doing this to me!
Some time passes… Drained from my orgasm, I pick myself off the floor. I showered, stayed nude, had some leftovers, and soon went to bed typically watching TV as I fall asleep.
The next day I began my routine again of walking to work and then walked to my working out afterwards. When I waked in, I was greeted and told that in two days my free 30 days were up and if I would like to continue. I knew I could not afford it. I told them that I was going to make my decision tomorrow, but it was already made. I was a little down and Ed was there… My flash back to last evening with my fantasy that included Ed went by me. My face must have looked puzzling to Ed. Was I sad? Was I excited? Was it something else? Maybe it was all of that! I had mentioned to Ed as we worked out that my 30 days was up, and my financial situation would not allow me to continue. We worked out as we always do with small talk. I was distracted at times thinking about Ed and what I had wanted him to do to me. As I was leaving Ed was nowhere to be found. Just as I walked out, I heard someone say.
“Lisa, you are now paid for another month.”
What I said to myself turning back. As I do, I see Ed smiling at me. I turn back to Ed and gave him a big hug and I gave him a loud “Thank you!!!”
“You didn’t have to do that!” I said. Ed still hugging me and says.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I was in shock that he paid for a month for me to continue. I was also enjoying his hug and hoped his hands would roam my body. I so wanted to kiss him, but we were in the Gym! The embrace ends and I thank him once again and he smiles. I turn and leave for the evening. I am elated!
Today is Friday. My job, my walks, my workouts continue. I am now into my sixth week and I am getting looks from all types of men. Stares as I walk in my workout outfit. My waist is down a couple inches and so is my ass… My chest is still large, and I think with my slimmer waist and ass, they look even bigger than they were before I started! On this day at the gym, something was different. Before I started working out, Ed said, “I have an idea. It is Friday. No work tomorrow for you. What do you think?” I said, “Well, what is the idea?” “How about you and I get a Friday end of the work week drink? Just one at the bar.” “A drink at the bar? Now?” I said. “Of course, right now, before our work out.” I was like… wow… was Ed making a move as I had so wanted him to do??? I almost did not say a word as he just motioned to follow him, and I did. I was excited and speechless. Was I now looking attractive? Was it now maybe Ed got the courage he needed to ask me? I am sure he knew I liked him well before this. But he never took an of my queues. As we walked, I realized we are going towards that sleazy bar! I could not back out… I wanted this. He opens the door and it is pitch black. Or so it seemed. Once inside I could see a main large bar and then some other areas with poles. I knew it! This was a stripper bar! I pretended to act as if I was very comfortable here not knowing what type of men were in here and when a dancer would start doing her thing. Do they get naked? What happens here??? None of these thoughts I tried to show on my face. I looked around to find mostly older men like Ed were in here. Not many but maybe a handful. It was not yet evening so… Ed asked what I like to drink, and I said something fruity. I think a Malibu bay breeze showed up for me and that was nice. Ed had a bourbon. It looked strong just a bit of it in a glass. Not for me I thought. As Ed and I talked. Nothing sexual. More gym stuff and how I was doing. It was almost like he was my dad and not what I had hoped was going to happen. Yes, I would have taken my fantasy with Ed to a reality in an instant if he so desired. I sensed we were just going to have this one drink, but it did turn into two… I was feeling incredibly good and comfortable now in this Shady bar! Waiting… when are the strippers coming in. I would occasionally look around to see some of the older men looking my way and smile. I would smile back. I would turn my attention back to Ed. I enjoyed talking to Ed even though I sensed if I wanted anything to happen, I would have to throw myself onto him. And even then, not sure! I have no idea how long we were there, but it now was three drinks in. Suddenly, guess who appears… a stripper! Up around a pole in a bikini… I notice the few men there all turned to her to look as she was in what looked like a bikini but not classless. She could have been at any pool. Hmmm what on earth is she making as I watch a few of the men take turns throwing money at her on stage. I am like WTF! Plus, I have three drinks in me. Maybe now it was four drinks now. Whose counting! So yeah, I am feeling the drinks and now I am in a stripper bar! I am like I look better than her! Drinks talking??? As I look around, I see this magazine. I have no idea what it is. Is it a porno mag. It looks like a stripper on a pole… Ed turns and says I think we have had enough drinks and he pays the tab. I am like WTF… He did not come on to me once… Maybe now? I am drunk and he is not? I know I must look good! No??? I take a last sip of mine… He stands and motions to go. As I follow him, I see that magazine and I grab it and stick it in my purse… The best I could as to not draw any attention and did not want Ed to see me grab it either! Off we go… He offers to walk me home as he knows I am not far. We walk towards my apartment. He sees that I can make the next few feet on my own and he yells “Good night!” He waits till I go inside safety and then I yell back in my somewhat drunken voice. “Good night!” I fall onto the bed and I think I passed out!
It was now Saturday morning. Somehow, I must have gotten up in the middle of the night and took my workout outfit off as I was now nude in bed. Wait was Ed here last night??? Wishful thinking. As I might have had one too many. But not that many that I could not remember. Yup, nothing happened with me and Ed.
Thinking now what I do want to do with my Saturday. It is already 11 am so I wasted the morning from my alcohol splurge yesterday. At least it didn’t cost me anything! Did I even Thank Ed??? Moving on, I remember I had that magazine in my purse! I run over and get it. I pass my full-length mirror and I pause. Nude… looking at my body. Wow! I think the gym has really helped! But why didn’t Ed make a move? Ugh! I proceeded to move on and grab that magazine! I cautiously open it up and I see there is more writing than pictures and the pictures are not nudes at all. I know I could do what she was doing in my bikini and have the men throw money at me too. I continue reading. And I get to a page with advertisements. I look at some… Make $1,000 per scene… We fly you to Los Angeles… We fly you to Miami… All expenses paid… Become and adult star today! Is this real? Should I call to find out? Who pays $1,000 and what’s a scene!?! More ads… Dallas… I am in Dallas… Strippers… Phone sex… Modeling… I see this one ad that catches my eye… “Model needed” The ad goes on to explain… “$50 1/Hour - Pose for photos while getting tattoo painted on… call (469) 547 xxxx today!“ Come on! $50 for an hour! BS! I am making Just over $190 for the entire week! Some one is going to give me $50 for an hour!?! Sure! Looking thinking… I am in the same (469) 547 area. Hmmm… Dreaming of this kind of money… I’m going to call! So I call… Ring Ring…
“Hello” what sounds like an older man’s voice.
“Oh, yes, hi. I saw an ad for”
Interrupted... he says, “The ad to pose getting a painted-on tattoo.”
“Yes. That ad. I am in the same area code so I might be close to you…” I said
“We are located at off W Plano Pkwy.” He states. And the more I hear him the more I like his voice and tone.
“No, I am awfully close to that! So, you will pay me $50 for the hour?” I excitedly blurt out.
“Yes, are you available today, say 1 pm?”
Um thinking… Today… $50… Hour… I need money… It takes me five days to make less than $200! It’s already almost 11:30 am and I didn’t even shower yet!
“Hello” He calmly states.
I can’t pass this up…
“Yes! I am available today. What do I need to do?”
The rest is here...
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Thank you for reading it....
April 2,000, Dallas, and I am 24, just making enough money to pay the rent, bills, and get some junk food each day. Yes, I was broke. My job was exciting! Not!!! I worked in a tax accounting office in a typical strip mall. Could there be anything more boring??? I do nothing so! But I needed money to survive, so, I did it.
I had a car. An old clunker that on a good day would start. I almost felt like selling it and then I would not have to worry about it or the insurance payments. Luckily, my small apartment and my job were not far. So, I would walk most days if the weather was nice. Walking to work I would walk past a couple other strip malls. I made sure to walk through them checking out each store. Really wasting time as I dreaded my job. I would come across a gym and this seedy bar. The gym I thought was nice and wished I had the money for a month or two or three! There was always a few (good looking) older men inside working out. They had to be over 50 even 60. But they sort of looked good to me. I was sorely needing to lose a few pounds sure. Who isn’t? I know having a larger chest probably took eyes away from my waistline. I know some men (not the boys I was dating my age) liked a larger chest and ass… so yeah… I wanted to join but the money was not there so as usually… I kept on walking. Now, this bar on the other hand… I am sure they had strippers in there. I did not know because I never went in. I was not going in by myself. I could only imagine having a stripper’s body and have men paying attention and yes paying for my attention. What a life I imagined! I would also pass many stores, salons, and restaurants. None of which I could enter as I had zero cash and my credit card was already nearing its low limit. So many dresses and shoes and purses and jewelry I could only dream of one day having the money to spend on… Dreaming… Dreaming about all this…
Like so many days before and after work as I walked, I passed the gym. This time, I see in the window – Special: Join today and get the first 30 Days free! Oh my! I walked in. A couple of the older men working out looked my way. They seemed to smile, and I instinctively smiled back. I was then met by someone who worked there. I inquired about this 30-day free special. He said what I wanted to hear, and I Joined! I Signed up and left. But as I did, I took another look around to see and caught another smile coming my way. I left. I was thinking I may like working out there! Thinking to myself… Do I still have that workout outfit I got as a gift?
At home, I hurried to my closet on a mission. Trudging through shoes and stuff a box! I found my matching sportswear workout outfit that was buried! I had never worn it and there it was in the back of the closet! I stripped completely nude and tried it on… Mirror… Hmm… I wanted to make sure they were not see through If I just had this on with no bra or panties. They certainly did not show anything underneath, so I was relieved! Also, I thought I did not look as fat as I thought I would. It hugged my large chest. Yes, I am 36 DD. But I have some inches to lose on my waist, but my ass was nearly as large as my chest. Ugh! This was a perfect time for me to lose weight and look better as summer was fast approaching too! I am excited to start my workout tomorrow after work!
The next day I pack my gym back with my new workout outfit, sneakers, and a towel. Ready, off to work I go. I walked past the sleazy bar and I walked past the gym, it is already open a few are working out. I pause to see if it was any of the older men from yesterday, but I did not think so. I continued to work. Wondering who would be there when I went. I did enjoy the fact that they were older, 50+ or 60+ and not the boys my age. I get to work. Yippee! Not! Another day of this! My work was rather dull filing. But busy with many phone calls for tax appointments. I was in the back and never really had to go up front where there were more customer interactions. So yeah it was boring back here! Finally! The day is over, and I get to go to the gym! Yippee! I scurry to the restroom and change into my workout outfit and sneakers! Throw my work clothes, shoes, bra, and panty into my gym bag. There was no full-length mirror there, but I think I looked good. It is a concern of mine. Of course. It is why I am going to the gym. I hurry and leave saying my goodbyes… getting some interesting looks as I was never in a gym outfit before at work. They seemed sort of positive… That was nice and made me feel good. I think the outfit showed my curvy body. Maybe too much? Off I go!
Walking along at a bit of a faster pace I feel eyes looking at me… Hmm this workout outfit has made people notice me. Finally reaching the gym, I walk in a bit nervous. You know, the new place and new people. I certainly don’t want to make a fool out of myself! I enter. I am greeted. Everything was in order for my day one of thirty for free! As I went back to the area with those workout machines, I was greeted by an older man that was there. He welcomed me and told me if I needed any assistance to ask him. I thought that was super nice and I liked his look too. I said I was probably going to try some of these workout machines. He eagerly set some slower lower speed and had me try that. Taking his advice, I did just that with these machines. As I was working out, he would stop over and see if I was OK. That was genuinely nice of him. As I finished working out for the hour, I thanked him. He smiled and I and left.
Over the next three weeks, I continued my after-work routine of working out. I would continue to see this older man each time. We started to talk about more and more things and some personal. I was finding that I had this attraction to this older man. I found out that he was 64. But he did not look or sound like I imagined a 64-year-old man to be. He was 40 years my elder. But I had this feeling. It was different that with the boys my age. Yes, I called them boys as they are mostly immature and always looking to make me into something they want. We called each other by our first names. His name was Ed. I enjoyed his tone when he spoke and when he called me by name, Lisa. Ed excited me. After this one particular work out at home. I went to my bedroom and stood in front of my full-length mirror and removed my sneakers. I removed my workout top and my workout pants. I was fully nude now. Looking at my 36DD breasts. My curvy ass. My unshaven, hairy pussy. Standing there I was thinking about Ed. His demeanor and his voice. His looks. The way he talked to me. I was getting a hot flash and felt a tingly feeling. I was now feeling my self-getting wet. I now was smelling the aroma from my wet pussy as I stood there. I started to lose some control as desires overtook me. I laid down on my back. I opened my legs with my feet up and flat on the wall to each side of the full-length mirror. Looking down over my Hardened nipples I see my hairy pussy in the mirror… Although I was fully hairy… I see my long puffy lips exposed, opened and wet… laying there I am imagining that Ed was here… gazing at my hairy pussy… telling me how sexy I looked for him… telling me how he loved that my pussy was hairy…. Telling me how he loved my long lips opening for him as he looked on… telling me he smelled my aroma, my wetness that was all for him! My thoughts! Wetter I became! Wanting Ed’s tongue to work through my parted lips… tasting my juices that were all for him! My fingers caressed my hard nipples… Ed telling me how beautiful I am! How he loved my hairy pussy! My eyes closed! My body anticipating… Ed’s tongue hungry… licking me… I run my fingers over my pussy lips…moving them faster as if it were Ed’s tongue gliding up and down through my open pussy lips… I let out big moan! My left hand clenching the rug! My eyes open then close! My head back! Pushing into the floor! My body arches! My legs tense but quivering! I cum! An amazing orgasm… shaking… quivering… I spew my orgasm in Ed’s mouth! I am so wet… I feel my pussy juices dripping off his face, from my open wet pussy down on my ass crack… breathing so heavily! My body melts back as if it were into the floor… I take a few moments to relax… Look down my body… My pussy… wet… Ed’s face wet from me… I come back to earth from this amazing orgasm! Now wishing Ed was really here doing this to me!
Some time passes… Drained from my orgasm, I pick myself off the floor. I showered, stayed nude, had some leftovers, and soon went to bed typically watching TV as I fall asleep.
The next day I began my routine again of walking to work and then walked to my working out afterwards. When I waked in, I was greeted and told that in two days my free 30 days were up and if I would like to continue. I knew I could not afford it. I told them that I was going to make my decision tomorrow, but it was already made. I was a little down and Ed was there… My flash back to last evening with my fantasy that included Ed went by me. My face must have looked puzzling to Ed. Was I sad? Was I excited? Was it something else? Maybe it was all of that! I had mentioned to Ed as we worked out that my 30 days was up, and my financial situation would not allow me to continue. We worked out as we always do with small talk. I was distracted at times thinking about Ed and what I had wanted him to do to me. As I was leaving Ed was nowhere to be found. Just as I walked out, I heard someone say.
“Lisa, you are now paid for another month.”
What I said to myself turning back. As I do, I see Ed smiling at me. I turn back to Ed and gave him a big hug and I gave him a loud “Thank you!!!”
“You didn’t have to do that!” I said. Ed still hugging me and says.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I was in shock that he paid for a month for me to continue. I was also enjoying his hug and hoped his hands would roam my body. I so wanted to kiss him, but we were in the Gym! The embrace ends and I thank him once again and he smiles. I turn and leave for the evening. I am elated!
Today is Friday. My job, my walks, my workouts continue. I am now into my sixth week and I am getting looks from all types of men. Stares as I walk in my workout outfit. My waist is down a couple inches and so is my ass… My chest is still large, and I think with my slimmer waist and ass, they look even bigger than they were before I started! On this day at the gym, something was different. Before I started working out, Ed said, “I have an idea. It is Friday. No work tomorrow for you. What do you think?” I said, “Well, what is the idea?” “How about you and I get a Friday end of the work week drink? Just one at the bar.” “A drink at the bar? Now?” I said. “Of course, right now, before our work out.” I was like… wow… was Ed making a move as I had so wanted him to do??? I almost did not say a word as he just motioned to follow him, and I did. I was excited and speechless. Was I now looking attractive? Was it now maybe Ed got the courage he needed to ask me? I am sure he knew I liked him well before this. But he never took an of my queues. As we walked, I realized we are going towards that sleazy bar! I could not back out… I wanted this. He opens the door and it is pitch black. Or so it seemed. Once inside I could see a main large bar and then some other areas with poles. I knew it! This was a stripper bar! I pretended to act as if I was very comfortable here not knowing what type of men were in here and when a dancer would start doing her thing. Do they get naked? What happens here??? None of these thoughts I tried to show on my face. I looked around to find mostly older men like Ed were in here. Not many but maybe a handful. It was not yet evening so… Ed asked what I like to drink, and I said something fruity. I think a Malibu bay breeze showed up for me and that was nice. Ed had a bourbon. It looked strong just a bit of it in a glass. Not for me I thought. As Ed and I talked. Nothing sexual. More gym stuff and how I was doing. It was almost like he was my dad and not what I had hoped was going to happen. Yes, I would have taken my fantasy with Ed to a reality in an instant if he so desired. I sensed we were just going to have this one drink, but it did turn into two… I was feeling incredibly good and comfortable now in this Shady bar! Waiting… when are the strippers coming in. I would occasionally look around to see some of the older men looking my way and smile. I would smile back. I would turn my attention back to Ed. I enjoyed talking to Ed even though I sensed if I wanted anything to happen, I would have to throw myself onto him. And even then, not sure! I have no idea how long we were there, but it now was three drinks in. Suddenly, guess who appears… a stripper! Up around a pole in a bikini… I notice the few men there all turned to her to look as she was in what looked like a bikini but not classless. She could have been at any pool. Hmmm what on earth is she making as I watch a few of the men take turns throwing money at her on stage. I am like WTF! Plus, I have three drinks in me. Maybe now it was four drinks now. Whose counting! So yeah, I am feeling the drinks and now I am in a stripper bar! I am like I look better than her! Drinks talking??? As I look around, I see this magazine. I have no idea what it is. Is it a porno mag. It looks like a stripper on a pole… Ed turns and says I think we have had enough drinks and he pays the tab. I am like WTF… He did not come on to me once… Maybe now? I am drunk and he is not? I know I must look good! No??? I take a last sip of mine… He stands and motions to go. As I follow him, I see that magazine and I grab it and stick it in my purse… The best I could as to not draw any attention and did not want Ed to see me grab it either! Off we go… He offers to walk me home as he knows I am not far. We walk towards my apartment. He sees that I can make the next few feet on my own and he yells “Good night!” He waits till I go inside safety and then I yell back in my somewhat drunken voice. “Good night!” I fall onto the bed and I think I passed out!
It was now Saturday morning. Somehow, I must have gotten up in the middle of the night and took my workout outfit off as I was now nude in bed. Wait was Ed here last night??? Wishful thinking. As I might have had one too many. But not that many that I could not remember. Yup, nothing happened with me and Ed.
Thinking now what I do want to do with my Saturday. It is already 11 am so I wasted the morning from my alcohol splurge yesterday. At least it didn’t cost me anything! Did I even Thank Ed??? Moving on, I remember I had that magazine in my purse! I run over and get it. I pass my full-length mirror and I pause. Nude… looking at my body. Wow! I think the gym has really helped! But why didn’t Ed make a move? Ugh! I proceeded to move on and grab that magazine! I cautiously open it up and I see there is more writing than pictures and the pictures are not nudes at all. I know I could do what she was doing in my bikini and have the men throw money at me too. I continue reading. And I get to a page with advertisements. I look at some… Make $1,000 per scene… We fly you to Los Angeles… We fly you to Miami… All expenses paid… Become and adult star today! Is this real? Should I call to find out? Who pays $1,000 and what’s a scene!?! More ads… Dallas… I am in Dallas… Strippers… Phone sex… Modeling… I see this one ad that catches my eye… “Model needed” The ad goes on to explain… “$50 1/Hour - Pose for photos while getting tattoo painted on… call (469) 547 xxxx today!“ Come on! $50 for an hour! BS! I am making Just over $190 for the entire week! Some one is going to give me $50 for an hour!?! Sure! Looking thinking… I am in the same (469) 547 area. Hmmm… Dreaming of this kind of money… I’m going to call! So I call… Ring Ring…
“Hello” what sounds like an older man’s voice.
“Oh, yes, hi. I saw an ad for”
Interrupted... he says, “The ad to pose getting a painted-on tattoo.”
“Yes. That ad. I am in the same area code so I might be close to you…” I said
“We are located at off W Plano Pkwy.” He states. And the more I hear him the more I like his voice and tone.
“No, I am awfully close to that! So, you will pay me $50 for the hour?” I excitedly blurt out.
“Yes, are you available today, say 1 pm?”
Um thinking… Today… $50… Hour… I need money… It takes me five days to make less than $200! It’s already almost 11:30 am and I didn’t even shower yet!
“Hello” He calmly states.
I can’t pass this up…
“Yes! I am available today. What do I need to do?”
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Lisa Vegas
