1. Everyone Has A Past


    Date: 10/15/2017, Categories: Reluctance, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 20, Source: LushStories

    That involved expense, but I was sure Lulu would help me out.” “And she did?” “Oh yes. Of course. She did it for free, on the understanding that I’d put in a good word for her if anything came of it. I don’t know if she was as naïve as I was at that point. I don’t think so. I think she just wanted to get ahead any way she could.” “Presumably the photos turned out alright?” My wife smiled. “They were magnificent. They were also very innocent, fully clothed. Nothing risqué. But magnificent. So I sent them off, and a short while later I was invited to a meeting. I had to go to this grotty little office in a Soho back alley.” I raised my eyebrows. “Oh yes, it really was that clichéd. I met with a couple of really creepy men who left me in no doubt whatsoever that though they thought I was 'the right material’, I was expected to pose fully nude. That freaked me out; the idea of undressing in front of a stranger’s camera. But I wanted the money.” My wife paused. “So I said I was happy to pose nude, but only if it was Lulu behind the camera.” “That must have taken some nerve.” My wife screwed up her face. “I don’t think they were used to girls making those kinds of demands. They must have seen something in me, though, because eventually they agreed.” “So what happened next?” My wife sighed. “One thing led to another,” she said. “The money wasn’t as good as it might have been, but it was miles better than waitressing, for less work. I was called back for more shoots – and Lulu was ...
    so good that she always got to do the shoots. Whatever doubts I’d had evaporated. I got used to posing nude.” She looked down. “I started to enjoy it.” “And things just spiralled?” Tina nodded. “When they first asked how I felt about videos, I thought long and hard about it. First it was just solo stuff. Then it escalated. The first full shoot with a man was nerve-wracking, but it was incredibly exciting too. Lulu was behind the camera; she was always behind the camera.” There was a long pause. We drained our mugs. “More tea?” I asked. Tina shook her head. “I don’t want to lie,” she said. “I’m not going to give one of those sob stories about how I was tricked into this awful business. I learned a lot about myself along the way, about pleasure, about my body, about abandoning myself. Nobody forced me to do anything. I could have walked away at any time, but I didn’t want to. Not just because of the money, but because I really was enjoying myself.” My wife looked apprehensively at me, as if afraid of what I might say. I laid my hand on hers and gave a light squeeze. “It’s fine,” I said. “I’m not one to judge. You know that.” Tina nodded. “Anyway,” she said, pulling her hand away, “back then what was produced in the UK was pretty tame stuff by anyone’s standards. Lulu and I started making monthly trips to Amsterdam; working weekends we called them. In the end we chose to move there. It was easier. I never told you, but I actually speak Dutch fluently. That’s how I got that job in ...
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