Chapter 5: Photoshoot

The first shock of the day came when Emily arrived with Claire, her daughter, and not Chris. Apparently, he had an emergency work thing to sort out and Claire wanted to know a bit more about what this show was going to be about. I’m not sure what they’d told her yet. Did she know that the plan was for her mum to be a porn star and everyone in the world watch her get knocked up with a black baby brother or sister for her? It certainly didn’t seem that way. I was glad that there were no other normal shoots going on in the building that day. Here’s to planning.

Her last email reply tickled me.

Hi Jack,

Project: Emily Hammer Slutting (I really don’t like this!!!!!)

Where to start those stories. Firstly 5 ... hah I barely got through 2. Sorry they were so dirty and crude, I didn’t like them at all. If I’m honest I couldn’t complete the first two that I started to read. I know that you’re going to ask which two so it was the one called Mall Strut and the other was The Resort. I don’t know what you expected but they’re just not me.

The videos, well yes we may have watched them. Well the one for me to watch with Chris. Yes we watched it.

Thank you for the skirts, I think. You must have made a mistake with some of them. There’s a few size 10 stretchy ones, one’s even a size 8 lol. That’s not me, you know my age don’t you? ROFL.

Yes, see you tomorrow, though I do feel bad wasting your time on the photoshoot.

Feedback, hah :(. Even emailing another man about stuff like this feels so strange.

A scared Emily

What made me laugh with that email was the complete denial of her own sexuality. She didn’t want to read those simple stories, she was scared of the skirts. It was all laughable really, as Chris had let on that she’d exploded to the video they watched together. It was interesting that she apparently was really taken with a scene of two women performing together for an audience of men. I could also tell from the video stats that one of them had watched it at least 3 times over the last few days. I guess we could work out from the kitchen videos, who was at home and who it was but I didn’t want to damage my illusion of Emily on her bed playing with herself whilst watching them. I shivered thinking of that, I needed to get my head back in the game for the moment.

Sitting at the back of the room with my laptop, next to a bank of monitors showing the video feeds and the still shots as they came in. We’d put a chair next to mine for Claire and I told her that she could sit with me or wander as she wanted. We were only 30 feet from the action but back far enough that our conversations couldn’t be heard if we didn’t want them to be. I wasn’t sure how to play the conversation with Claire but we soon got into it when she floored me right at the start.

“I know what your studio usually films.” We were sitting together at the screens and the other 7 people in the room were busy fussing around her mother. She was on outfit number 4 already. Today ‘was’ going well.

Turning to her, I thought I’d play it cool. “Oh yer?” unsure what type of language she was used to.

She was watching her mother standing being posed, people fussing around her. “I know about the porn.” I didn’t respond but waited. She turned to me, “Are you branching out into something different?”

Ok, lie or truth time? Looking her over briefly, I didn’t have the measure of her yet. We’d only seen her a few times on the kitchen camera but each time we did there was something about her that tickled me. I don’t know what it was yet, but something had my attention. Take the way she was sitting now and what she had on. She was sitting cross legged in the chair to the side of me wearing a knee length khaki coloured skirt with two over the shoulder straps. She had a simple pair of clean white trainers and a tight fitting white t-shirt on. For a 20 year old she looked rather sophisticated, if too demure.

It certainly wasn’t sexy but it was the way she was sitting made it all just a little suggestive. A tiny hint of thigh, the straps on the dress drawing attention to her decent sized boobs. This girl knew what she was doing, or did she? Let’s find out how confident she really is.

“Nope, we’re sticking to porn.” She smiled at my reply, so I carried on. “I’ll only want to work in an industry that makes people happy.” For some reason, I then felt embarrassed. I couldn’t maintain eye contact with her, even though I wanted to, looking towards where her mum was. “I like knowing that I make people cum.” I almost giggled, what was that? This young girl was having a strange effect on me.

Her mum was no longer there, likely another outfit change. Claire responded, “I see, so this is porn.”

It wasn’t a question, she was being sarcastic. As her mother appeared in a nice red dress I turned my head to her, she was looking at her mother. I couldn’t read her. I was usually very good at this. Still looking ahead she then crossed and uncrossed her legs. It was a tantalising move. She showed a lot of thigh, she was teasing me. I’d have to speak to her dad, Chris about this, try to understand where her experience was coming from, or was she just as nervous as me? Why was I nervous around her?

“Well this isn’t porn of course. People are usually naked and well...” I stuttered. I don’t stutter. “ ... having sex.” I saw her smirk but she didn’t look at me.

I turned my head to the screens in front of me watching the images and video coming in. They were great, she was great, our curvy goddess.