Chapter 38

I sat in the makeup chair and went over the script for probably the fifth time. Can this even be called a script? A couple of days after my Amateur Allure shoot, Atticus had set me up to shoot my next scene with a company called PureTaboo. He’d texted me an address in the Hollywood Hills, only a few miles from my apartment.

I pulled up to the house at 10:00 a.m. and had to park on the small, narrow road with about ten other cars. From the outside, the house looked like a small cottage painted daffodil-yellow. When I got to the front door, I was met by a young girl who told me she was a production assistant. She led me through the living room, which was painted in a similar shade of yellow and featured a huge fireplace with a massive area rug. The large space featured a very old-looking couch with a couple of matching chairs that reminded me of something that might be found in a hunting lodge.

She led me to a room right off the kitchen that had a large beauty salon-type chair, and when I sat down in it, an older African-American woman named Dorothy began working on my hair and makeup. The girl handed me a script and told me to go over it and that she’d be back to collect me once I was ready. It really felt nothing like the Amateur Allure shoot. There were actual people bustling around the house setting up video and sound equipment, and the whole production seemed more organized and professional. Just as I put down the script, a man entered the small room.

“You must be Madi Valentine. It’s great to meet you,” he said.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Sir.”

“I’m Erick Adams, the director. I see you’ve had a chance to look over the script; are you okay with that?”

“Yes ... ummm ... I’m fine with it.”

He broke into a little smile. “It’s not much of a script, is it?”

I giggled. “Not really, Sir. But, I haven’t really done any acting, so...”

“We’ll make it work, and I’ll help you. You’ll be fine.”

“Thank you, that really means a lot to me.” He really seemed like a nice guy. I think he could tell I was a little bit nervous, but already, his calm demeanor was putting me at ease.

“Your manager told me this is your second shoot. How did your first one go?”

“It went really well, and I think it turned out good.”

“You shot for Amateure Allure, right? Thomas is a great guy. You couldn’t have chosen a better guy to shoot with for a first-time experience. He’s very gentle and has a way of putting the new girls at ease.”

“He was really sweet, and he made my first shoot a really great experience.”

“I’ll do the same.” He looked at his watch, “When you’re done with your hair and makeup, we’ll take some promotional stills, and then we’ll start shooting.”

“Sounds great.”

It took Dorothy about fifteen more minutes to finish my hair and makeup, and then the production assistant led me to another small room that doubled as a changing area. “Your outfit is on the hanger to the right. Once you’ve changed, I’ll take you to the set.”

I smiled politely at the production assistant and closed the door to the small room. My ‘wardrobe’ didn’t consist of much clothing. I picked up and inspected the little black bikini; I was pretty sure my breasts wouldn’t fit in this thing. I slipped out of my little skirt and T-shirt, and, using the wall mirror, I performed a final inspection of my private areas. Before my first shoot, Atticus told me I should always perform a ‘clean out’ routine the morning before I was doing a shoot that consisted of a couple of enemas and a douche. That was good advice as the camera will show everything.

Satisfied that everything was presentable, I struggled to put on the little bikini top. Instead of the typical triangle-shaped pieces of fabric to cover my breasts, this top featured spaghetti shoulder straps connected to a single piece of cut fabric that showed a lot of cleavage and also left much of the underside of my breasts exposed. The bottom was a thong that left all of my ass exposed, but the front was actually cut very generously and completely covered my vagina. I positioned my breasts as best I could so that they looked pretty evenly squished, then pulled up the bottoms to give them a little definition of my pussy lips.

I slipped on my sneakers, and there was also a pair of five-inch clear-plastic heels I assumed was part of my wardrobe, so I grabbed those too. I took down a large terry-cloth robe from a wall hook and put that on as well.

When I opened the door, the production assistant led me through the house and out to the backyard, which had a pool. There were about ten people moving sound and video equipment around, and I saw Mr. Adams talking to a younger-looking guy. Dressed in jeans, a T-shirt, and flip-flops and not running around like everyone else, he was undoubtedly my co-star.

“Madi, great to see you again,” Mr. Adams said. “This is Joey Cox, who you’ll be working with today.”

He gave me a little smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Madi.”

“It’s great to meet you too, Joey,” I said shyly.

Mr. Adams looked at his watch again. “Okay, we’ll get some promotional photos first. Madi, if you want to stand by the pool, facing the house.”

Well, I guess Joey and I are all warmed up now. Things sure do move fast.

When I dropped my robe, it felt like all eyes were now on me. Being nearly naked in front of a dozen men was something that would have bothered me a few months ago, but after months of dancing, I felt calm and relaxed. I slid out of my sneakers, slipped into the clear plastic heels, and walked over to the pool. Out of nowhere, a photographer appeared, and Mr. Adams stood behind him. The photographer began taking different shots, and every time I heard the camera click, I changed poses, just as I’d always done with Derek. A few times, he did give me some direction, like where he wanted me to look, or to push my hip out a certain way, or to put my hand on my breast. After a couple of minutes, he was ready to move on.

“Okay, lose the top,” Mr. Adams said.

I reached behind my back and undid the top of my bikini, freeing my breasts, and I handed it to the production assistant. Then we repeated all the same shots he’d gotten before, but now he also wanted some of me holding my breasts and sucking on my nipples. He got a lot of those shots, making sure I had some saliva dripping from my mouth to my nipple. I was glad for this opportunity to touch myself; I got my first tingle since I’d arrived. Everything was so business-like, with so many people around, that I wondered if I was going to have any fun or not. But I began to relax as I felt a few more little sparks shoot from my nipples to my pussy.

Once he was satisfied with the shots, Mr. Adams told me to take off the bikini bottoms, and once again, I handed them to the production assistant. After I did, the photographer started clicking away again for a couple of minutes. For the last few shots, Mr. Adams had me lie down on one of the chaise lounges that was by the pool. He probably got several hundred pictures of me on my back with my legs open and me on my knees holding my breasts. Then the shoot concluded with him taking pictures of me leaning slightly forward while my hands held my ass cheeks apart, my fingers holding the lips of my vagina open, which had the added effect of displaying my asshole to the world. Tingles. It was nothing like my first shoot because no pictures had been taken then.