Chapter 6: Erotica

♂♂Tuesday. December 18th.

At the end of 2012, my thirst for sex had finally returned. I felt the trauma with Basil had subsided, he shouldn’t ruin sex for me. One night, I made an account on ‘FindingAdultFriends.COM’, a website where you could find hookups. It cost me thirty dollars, but it was worth it. Over a few days, messages poured into my inbox. I went by the name ‘Vee’ and posted pictures of myself sometimes completely nude as the website allowed.
I talked to married men, straight guys, and a few girls. People loved my body, finding me to be model-like. A photographer even agreed so.

After having sex with nineteen men so far, a guy with an erotic website offered me three-hundred dollars to have him take pictures and fuck. I couldn’t deny the offer. The man’s name was Rodney King and he lived in Saginaw, an hour away from me. I didn’t want to drive that far, but I figured the money and sex would be good. So, I made the trip on one of my days off.

Snow fell when I drove up to Saginaw, everything was blanketed with white. The roads were slippery where there wasn’t salt. It’s fucking freezing outside, weather I hate with a passion. I wore a puff jacket, a scarf, and a snow boots, shivering the whole ride there. The heat in the Cruiser stopped working a couple of weeks ago. Off the freeway, I almost slid into a car in the neighborhood where Rodney lived. I felt like this was God telling me this was a bad idea.

I arrived at Rodney’s house and sat in the car for a good minute. At the house, before I could knock, the beta male opens the door. He was bald, skinny like a sick patient, and had a cigarette in his mouth. His eyes were blue and bulbous, bulging out of his sockets. They instantly scan my body, going back to my eyes. “Hello. It’s so nice to finally meet you, Vee.”

“Hey.” I wave. “How’s it going?”

“It’s going great now that you’re here. Come inside, get warmed up.” Rodney steps back to let me come in. I look around the empty space, there was only a single couch, TV tray, and television set. No pictures of family, no posters at all, the walls were barren and unpainted, plus the carpet was filthy. Rodney takes me to the back in a bedroom turned into a studio. A camera and lights were set up in front of a mattress with no frame.

I stand in front of the mattress. “Do you want me to get naked?” I look at him.

Rodney checks the camera, fixing the angle. “Just your jacket for now. I want to take shots of you clothes. Just pose for me.” I rip off my jacket and throw it to the side. Showing off my tight, yellow tank that exposed my slim waist and ‘v’-line. My black underwear pokes out from my blue skinny jeans.

I start with my hands on my popped hip, legs separated. Occasionally, I’ll turn to the side while making somber faces. “Suck in your cheeks, it makes your cheekbones pop. Lift your head too, show off that sexy jawline.” I do as commanded. “Pop your ass out.” My butt had some meat from squats and bike riding. I stick it out, arching my back to make it look fuller. “Yes, like that. You’re a natural.” Rodney takes multiple photos. “Take off your shirt.”

I rip off my shirt, tossing it on top of my jacket. I don’t have many abs, but my body was fit. My arms have muscle to them, I never felt the need to flex until now. Rodney takes more photos before commanding me to remove my pants. I don’t hesitate, taking them both off.

Rodney backs away from the camera. “You’re packing, Vee.” He takes a photo of my flaccid penis. “I love that you’re cut.”

“I’m Catholic.” I shrug.

“Does your God know you’re a slut?” Rodney smiles.

My body clench, but able to relax myself. My head lifts. “He knows.”

“You’re amazing. I bet that hole is incredible too.”

“You’d be right.” On the mattress, I get on all fours, looking back. “Do you like what you see?”

Rodney’s eyes widen. “Fuck.” He comes around the camera to get a closer look of my asshole. I wink for him, making him moan. “Your asshole is so wrinkled. I love it.”

“Picture perfect?”

“Absolutely.” Rodney goes behind the camera and takes some close up shots. “Yeah, flex it like that. Perfect.” There was a sense of insecurity, as the pictures were most likely going on his blog. This was a massive leap for me, but I was willing to do it. Now that Dad is out of my life, I have the freedom to do as I please. Even if it means removing my privacy. I want to look my best if I’m going back online. My ‘Vee’ alter only cares about sex and he’s a beast. I put a smile back on my face. “You have an amazing body, Vee. Is this your first time modeling?”