It had been another Friday night of working at Tony’s Pizzeria. Another Friday night that she would have liked to party with her friends, but Hannah knew she couldn’t. Working pays money, partying costs money. It was very simple math, but after another night with sore feet and mostly small tips, Hannah once more despaired there was no point in doing this. There was simply no way she could scrape together the money for college this way.

She lived with her mother, who was generous with her love, but not much else. She already worked two jobs just to keep a roof over their heads. Her father hadn’t been in the picture since she was a child. Obviously, he was supposed to pay child support, but he never did. Unfortunately, that also meant that, officially, their family income was higher than it actually was. They couldn’t afford her college costs, but they also didn’t qualify for much financial aid.

It was so unfair! She knew several of her classmates had lower grades than she did. But next year they’d start the full college experience, the “greatest time of their lives”, some of them probably not even with the intention of graduating there, but just to have a few years of fun before facing real life. All the while, even if she managed to pay the tuition in time, she also wouldn’t be sure of graduating. Not because of her commitment to her education, but due to financial restraints.

Arriving home shortly after 11PM, Hannah knew she wouldn’t be able to feel asleep right after work, so once more she decided to go look for a job that would pay better. She grabbed her laptop and started looking through various online job boards, her frustration growing by the minute.

As she was scrolling down one of these job sites, a peculiar ad caught her eye: “Daring and pretty girls needed for high paying modeling opportunity.” She wouldn’t call herself daring, but for something “high paying” Hannah thought she could pretend to be. After a moment’s hesitation, she clicked on it. The link led her to a professional-looking website for a modeling agency, which made her feel slightly more at ease. It was not like she was going to meet some creep in an abandoned building, she thought.

“Kutanji, an up and coming adult modeling agency, is looking for new models. Beautiful girls (18+) can apply by sending in both face and full body pictures, either nude, underwear or bikini. If you are selected, you get paid $200 upon finishing the audition.”

She knew she was beautiful, she had been told many times. Her long brown hair fell in loose waves down to her back, her skin tanned thanks to her mother’s lineage, hazel eyes wide and expressive. Her tall body was slender, with a flat stomach and full breasts, long legs and delicate hands. But still, she had never considered working as a model, let alone an ‘adult’ one. No, she couldn’t. 200 dollars sounded very nice, but there was no way she could do something like that. Even if it was just for the audition, the thought alone of sending pictures of herself in such a state, having people look at her photos to judge her body sexually, was too much for her.

With a sigh, Hannah closed her laptop and got ready for bed. She couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret as she changed into her pajamas. The idea of being paid $200 just for showing up at an audition was incredibly enticing. She knew it wasn’t a small amount of money for her and it could really help her out. However, the idea of being an ‘adult’ model was something she just couldn’t get over. Getting into bed, she tossed and turned for a long time before she finally fell asleep, her mind going back to the modeling agency ad over and over again.

After a restless night, Hannah woke up the next morning, the ad still the first thing on her mind. Maybe she should at least consider it? She couldn’t shake the thought of those extra 200 dollars in her bank account. It would make up for a week of slow tipping at Tony’s. She showered absentmindedly, thinking over the fact that getting paid to audition surely meant some nudity would be involved. So she didn’t just have to send some revealing photos to a stranger, she’d have to go somewhere in person and let that stranger see her naked. Never mind the question if she was willing to do that - was she even capable to? Having dried off, she took a long look at her body in the mirror. She liked what she saw, mostly, but could she show it off to someone she had barely met?

“Hi, I’m Hannah,” she said to the image in the mirror, imagining the modeling agent looking at her. It felt weird, definitely. But then she remembered thinking the night before that she could be daring for $200. Maybe that was all it came down to. Was she indeed daring? Hannah put on her panties and reached for her bra. Then, suddenly, before she could change her mind, she got her phone instead and made a mirror selfie in just her panties, her free arm covering most of her breasts. She didn’t even take the time to get dressed further, looking up the mail address for the agency and sending the picture.

There, step 1 couldn’t be undone anymore, she thought. Almost immediately, doubts began to rise in her mind. Even though no one was there to see her, she suddenly felt uncomfortable standing in her room almost naked. Was that really a good idea? she asked herself while she quickly put on her clothes. Hannah couldn’t believe what she had just done. She tried to get it out of her head, but no matter what she was doing, her mind kept coming back to the agency and the picture for the rest of the weekend.

On Monday, school provided a distraction. It was the first day that went by at a regular speed since Saturday morning. During lunch, she checked her phone, but she hadn’t gotten a reply from the agency. With the impatience that so often comes with youth, she started to think that maybe they hadn’t selected her. Surely they would have plenty of applicants. Maybe she hadn’t made the cut? And strangely, that idea seemed to be disappointing and comforting at the same time.

In the early evening, as she was doing her homework, Hannah’s phone pinged. Without thinking, she checked it. Finding an email notification that the agency had send her a reply, her heart began to pound in her chest. Frozen, she just stared at the screen, anxiety, fear, excitement battling within her. It could still be a rejection, of course, and remarkably, both the idea of not having to go through with it and the idea of being selected, caused a mix of disappointment and relief within her. Not able to deal with it, she put down her phone, only to pick it back up immediately and opening the mail.

“Dear Hannah,

Thank you for your interest in our agency. After reviewing your submission, we are happy to inform you that you have been selected for an audition. Please call our office to schedule a time and date. We are excited to meet you in person and are confident that you will be a great addition to our team.

Kind regards, Kutanji Adult Modeling”

The mail didn’t do anything to reduce the heavy beating of her heart. Was she really going to do this? She kept reading the mail, as if merely reading it, would actually help her make the decision. After several minutes, she did come to the conclusion that if she didn’t make an appointment, sending the semi-nude selfie would have been in vain. She’d have exposed herself, her body, for nothing. Copying the phone number from the bottom of the mail, she hesitated nevertheless before pressing the call button. The phone didn’t ring for very long, but to Hannah it seemed endless. Finally, her agony was ended when a woman with a clear, professional voice answered.

“Kutanji agency, how can I help you?”

Hearing a woman’s voice on the other end, not a man, actually did a lot to soothe Hannah’s nerves. It seemed to add an air of professionalism to the situation, as opposed to having to deal with a sleazy old man, as she had feared beforehand.

“Hello, uhm, my name is Hannah Morgan. I received an email about an audition for your agency...”

“Let me check for a moment ... Ah yes, Miss Morgan. Thank you for getting back to us so quickly. Let me check our schedule ... I see someone pulled out of her appointment, so we could make an appointment for Wednesday, 2PM, if that suits you?”

Hannah knew she only had to be at Tony’s at 5pm, so she agreed.

“I’ll send you a confirmation email, with instructions how to get here. I know our audition director is looking forward to meeting you. Welcome aboard, Miss Morgan.”

Thank you, I’ll see you on Wednesday,” Hannah said before ending the call.

She was surprised how much making an appointment for an adult audition was similar to making a doctor’s appointment. Moments later the confirmation email arrived in her inbox. Somehow, that mail was what made it real for Hannah. The nerves that had been gone during the call, were now back with a vengeance.

Tuesday and Wednesday morning were a blur. Her anxious anticipation of the impending audition kept her awake at night. She wouldn’t even be able to tell which classes she’d been in. Her shift at Tony’s resulted in several orders getting delivered to the wrong table. It might have been easier on her mind if the audition had been set in a more distant future, but Hannah was still glad she had received an appointment on such short notice. At least it would all be over soon.

It took forever before it was finally time to leave for the audition. At the same time it seemed like the time was approaching at light speed. Before Hannah knew it, she found herself standing in front of the building that housed the Kutanji agency. Hesitating to ring the bell, she almost chickened out. Again she reminded herself that if she turned back, everything, the picture, the doubts, the anxiety, it would all have been for nothing. Taking a deep breath, Hannah pressed the doorbell.

“Yes?” the intercom crackled.

“I’m here for an audition.”

“Come on in.”

The door clicked and Hannah pushed it open. She stepped into a tastefully decorated lobby, with a minimalist modern design. Just like the building had been nondescript from the outside, the lobby didn’t give any clues to the activities of the agency. A couch with a clear glass coffee table to her right, a white tiled floor and a desk in front of her. No decorations, except for a couple of plants. Walking up to the desk, Hannah nervously smiled at the woman in her mid-twenties sitting behind it. She was dressed in a sharp business suit, her hair pulled back in a ponytail and a friendly expression on her face.

“You must be Hannah”, she greeted. “Can I get your ID, please?”

Hannah handed the woman her driver’s license without saying a word.

“Thank you, I’ll be entering the data in our system and use this to check your age. I’ll give it back to you after your audition. For now, you can take place over there. The audition director will be right with you,” she instructed, pointing to the couch.

Hannah nodded, walked over to the couch and sat down, clasping her hands together to stop their trembling. There was no turning back now. Hannah glanced around, finding some magazines next to the couch. She leafed through one, hoping to distract her mind from what she was waiting for. Unfortunately her mind had no interest in being distracted by some celebrity gossip story.

The limbo ended after about five minutes that felt more like five hours. A tall man in his forties, with graying temples and a chiseled jaw, came through a door and walked up to the receptionist. They exchanged a few words that Hannah couldn’t make out, before the man came over to her.

“Hi, Hannah?” he queried, holding out a hand to greet her. “I’m James. Welcome to Kutanji. You’ll be working with me today,” he said in a friendly tone. His handshake was firm, but not intimidating and his general demeanor made Hannah feel just a little more at ease.

“Let me show you to our studio,” James said and gestured towards the same door he had emerged from.

Hannah got up and followed him. As they passed through the door and down a corridor, James talked to her about Kutanji.

“We’re like any other modeling agency, except that our models are all of the ‘adult’ variety. We promote them to adult film companies, negotiate on their behalf and in general defend their interests. So apart from seeing if you fit in with our agency, your audition will also serve as your entry in our model catalogue if we sign a contract with you.”

Hannah didn’t have any intention of actually being in a porn movie. She just wanted to finish the audition for a quick $200. It was bad enough to get naked in front of James without knowing the whole world could see her like that. But listening to James kinda got her mind off the part where she would be naked in front of him within a short time. As they reached the end of the corridor, James opened a door.

“This is our studio,” he said and gestured to the inside. Stepping inside, Hannah could feel her heart beating faster. The room had no windows (thank God!) but was well lit. A plush, light colored carpet covered part of the floor. The walls were white, with a screen at one end and a king-sized bed with red sheets at the other. Two cameras were pointed at the bed. James took place behind a desk and motioned for her to sit down in front of it.

“First we need you to fill out some paperwork,” he said, sliding a form across the table towards her. “The first form is about your physical appearance and measurements. The photo you sent in, will be attached to it. Most girls send a photo in their swim wear, so your photo will definitely stand out, even if it doesn’t allow our clients to get a clear view of your breasts. Next, we legally need to have your written consent to film your audition. There’s also a contract where we agree that your audition tape will only be given to potential partners for review, but never publicly released without your further consent. If that happens, you’d have to come back to sign a different consent form and it would also mean you’d get paid an extra $500 for the release.”

Damn! that’s a lot of money for getting naked, Hannah thought as she began writing her name on the papers and signing them. For a very brief moment she caught herself wishing they would call her back to offer the public release, before putting that thought away. 700 dollars sounded a lot nicer than 200 of course, but if it meant she’d be naked for the world to see, she didn’t know if it would be worth it. Maybe even someone in her family would come across that tape! No, thank you.

Once she had finished, James continued. “Okay, now that we’ve got the paperwork out of the way, let’s talk about the audition itself. First, I need you to get undressed so we can interview you naked. Considering the kind of models we sign, you’ll understand that our partners need to see what you look like, and how comfortable you are being naked. It’s perfectly normal to be nervous about it right now. That’s why we want you naked for the whole interview; it gives you the time to get used to the idea of being naked in front of other people. Don’t worry, it gets easier over time.”

At that point, another man entered the studio, causing Hannah’s heart to race even more. James introduced him as Marcus, the owner of Kutanji. Apparently he represented their top models himself and participated in any audition. He appeared to be about the same age as James, with neatly styled hair and a tailored suit. Overall, Hannah felt a little intimidated by his presence.

James got up to activate the two cameras at the bed, adjusting their angle to make sure they were aimed at the same spot on the edge of the bed from a different angle. Hannah stared blankly at the two black cameras, watching a red light turn on at the top of both cameras. James grabbed two chairs and placed them in front of the bed, out of view from the cameras.

“All set. Hannah, could you please take off your shoes and come over here to stand in front of the bed?” James requested.

Hannah’s heart was racing as she complied and moved over to the bed, changing her position upon James’ direction to stand right in front of the camera. Marcus took place on one of the chairs, observing her with a cool, calculated gaze. Already, Hannah felt vulnerable and exposed, her eyes darting nervously from the cameras to Marcus and back again.

“Yes, exactly there. You can begin to undress now, Hannah. For the best effect, I advise you to look into the camera as you do so,” James directed her.

Swallowing hard, her throat dry, Hannah nodded and took a deep, calming breath. Looking into the camera as James had told her, she reached for the buttons of her blouse. Her fingers trembled as she fumbled to undo them. As her blouse opened further and further, she was thankful that she was supposed to look into the camera. It was much better than watching the two men staring at her, their eyes scrutinizing her every move, every inch of skin she revealed. The last button undone, Hannah removed the blouse and looked around for a place to put it. She saw James point at a hanger on the wall, which she quickly grabbed and hung her blouse on.

“Very good, Hannah, Keep going,” James encouraged, almost gently.

Hannah hesitated for a moment, her hands hovering over the button of her jeans. Steeling her resolve, she unbuttoned and unzipped them, before sliding them down her hips, past her thighs, and onto the floor. In doing so, Hannah was very aware that the two men got a prime view of bra-clad breasts hanging down while she bent over. She could feel herself turn crimson red thinking about it. How would she ever be able to complete the audition if this was already making her so uncomfortable?

Once more she bent over, to pick up her jeans, this time turning to make sure she wasn’t revealing more of herself than needed right now. She hung up her jeans with her blouse and returned to her spot in front of the bed. Standing in front of the cameras, and two grown men, in just her plain white underwear, she felt more awkward than ever.

“Go ahead and take off your bra and panties,” James said when she hesitated.

This was the moment of truth. For the first time ever, a man was going to see her breasts. Two men, actually. Hannah almost lost her nerve, almost chickened out. But they were already watching her in her underwear. If she walked out now, she wouldn’t get paid and this humiliation was for nothing.

She reached around her back and unclasped her bra. An inadvertent quick glance to her audience made it clear that they were watching very attentively. Oh my God! Oh my God! Hannah thought as she held on to the straps of her bra. If she let go, there would be no turning back. Right now, she still could close the hooks again. But as she stood there, trembling slightly, she realized once more that she was already committed. She had to see this through.

Tentatively, almost imperceptibly, Hannah allowed the straps to slip from her fingers. She was very much aware of her bra and her breasts settling just a little lower now that the restraint was falling away. Slowly she lifted her arms to reach for the shoulder straps and slide them down, exposing her breasts inch by inch. And then she stood there, topless in front of these two men, her bare chest flush and heaving rapidly, holding her bra in one hand. She looked at the wall where her clothes were hanging, but quickly decided against hanging her bra there as well. Hannah knew her naked breasts would jiggle covering the short distance, and she didn’t feel comfortable letting the two men see her breasts like that. It was already bad enough as it was. Instead, she simply let her bra drop to the floor.

One more hurdle to go. Hannah took hold of the waistband of her panties and, after a momentary pause, pushed them down. They bunched up as they rolled first over her hips, then her thighs. Finally she simply let go of her panties, allowing them to fall to the floor. Time seemed to stand stil as James and Marcus simply looked at her naked body for several seconds. Hannah couldn’t help but close her eyes, but she didn’t attempt to cover herself, simply standing there with her arms by her sides. During that short eternity, she let her audience drink in her youthful, feminine figure. Her firm breasts pointing straight ahead. Her toned stomach and her neatly trimmed pubic area. Her long, lean legs.

“Very nice,” Marcus finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. Strangely, the compliment did help Hannah to feel a little more comfortable about being naked before them.

“You can sit on the bed now, Hannah. And when you’re ready, we’ll start with the interview,” James said, breaking the silence.

Hannah nodded and slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs. Even though she was still showing a lot, most, of her body, she was happy to sit down, feeling it allowed her some modesty again. It felt like getting naked was actually a lot worse than being naked. Having made it through undressing, Hannah felt the interview wouldn’t form a problem and then she’d finally get that $200. At least, answering their questions would allow her to concentrate on something else than her nudity.

“Oh, we forgot to talk about this before you started: did you have a stage name in mind?” James asked.

Obviously, Hannah hadn’t given it any thought, since she wasn’t planning to go further than these auditions.

“Uhm, no?” she replied, a little unsure of what to say.

“No problem. Some girls just have a preference, that’s why I asked. Let’s see. What do you think about Amber?” James suggested.

“It sounds fine?”

“Okay, for the remainder of the audition we’ll call you Amber then. Are you ready for the interview?”

“Yes, I think so,” Hannah answered, mostly because the sooner it would start, the sooner they’d finish and she could get dressed again.

“Very well, Amber. Can you tell us how old you are?”

Hannah knew that James could easily check her age on one of the forms she had filled out, but she supposed it was considered hot to hear a naked girl state she was 18.

“I’m eighteen.”

“Very nice. And you’re currently still in high school?”

“Yes.”

“Can you tell us why you decided on this career path?”

Hannah hesitated for a moment before answering. In the end she decided it shouldn’t be a problem to be honest about it. It was definitely a lot better than claiming she was a sex addict, or something like that.

“I need the money for college. It’s expensive and I don’t want to burden my mom with the cost.”

“That’s ok. Most of the girls are here for that reason,” Marcus assured her.

“So what are you planning to study?”

“Uhm, I’ve actually dreamed of becoming a lawyer. But for financial reasons, I’ve decided on a shorter program, so I’m going for paralegal.”

“Still a great choice,” James assured her with a nod, not betraying any sign of judgment or criticism. “So, the next question is a bit more personal, as we find it helpful to hear about our models’ past experiences. Can you tell us when you lost your virginity?”

“At sixteen,” she decided to lie.

“Can you tell us about your first time?”

Fuck! She hadn’t thought of that. She didn’t want to admit she lied about not being a virgin, but that meant she now had to invent a believable story about something she didn’t have any experience with.

“It was okay, I guess?” Hannah started, trying to sound nonchalant. “It was with my boyfriend at the time, Tyler. We were just hanging out at his place. We were cuddling and watching a movie, and then one thing led to another.”

“How many sexual partners have you had?” Marcus asked when she appeared to have finished talking.

“Just one,” Hannah quickly replied. She wasn’t going to invent more than she needed to!

“Can you describe the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done sexually?” James asked, taking over again from Marcus.

Hannah didn’t immediately have an answer for that. She had never done anything sexually, and hadn’t even fantasized about anything kinky. Now she needed to come up with something fast. As Marcus leaned in, clearly taking an interest in her answer to this question, Hannah finally thought of something out of the ordinary that wasn’t too outlandish in order to fit with her other answers so far.

“Once Tyler and I were at a friend’s house. We were watching a movie together with my friend and her boyfriend. We were cuddling up on the couch and kissing, and I guess so were they. Tyler got a little handsy and at first I pushed him back. But he drew my attention to my friend and her boyfriend on the other side of the couch. He already had his hand under her sweater, cupping her breast. I wasn’t too sure about doing this with them in the room, but now, if we didn’t do anything but cuddling it would still be awkward, knowing what they were doing. So I let Tyler continue.”

By now Hannah was actually getting into her story. Tyler was a real person, a boy she actually did have a crush on. Imagining how he’d be touching her intimately began to affect her physically. Even though she didn’t realize it right away, concentrating as she was on describing a scene that never really happened, the two men did notice her nipples hardening and a subtle blush spreading across her chest.

“His hands on my breasts felt really nice, especially when they slipped under my bra. So when he unzipped his pants and fished out his cock, I didn’t really mind playing with him. I caught my friend watching me jerk him off, but she simply smiled at me and began rubbing her boyfriend’s cock through his jeans. Before long we were all naked on that couch and I was, you know, riding Tyler just like my friend was riding her boyfriend.”

Finishing her story, Hannah was aware that she was blushing and that her pussy had become moist. It embarrassed her, until she realized her audience couldn’t see that particular fact as long as she kept sitting with her legs closed.

“That was very nice ... Amber,” James commented, quickly looking up the stage name they had agreed on. “How often do you masturbate?”

Somehow this question felt even more personal to Hannah than the previous ones about her sex life. Of course, that probably had something to do with the fact that she had made up the previous answers by lack of an actual sex life. Knowing that making up answers hadn’t been all that easy so far, she decided to be real this time, however embarrassing it was. Never before had she even admitting to masturbating, no to anyone.

After some hesitation, she finally responded “twice, maybe three times a week?”

“And how do you do it?”

“What do you mean?” she asked, a little puzzled.

“Do you use your hand or a toy? Do you just rub your pussy, or do you get fully naked?...”

Oh my God! Hannah couldn’t believe she was actually answering this question.

“I don’t have a toy, so just my ... you know. It kinda depends on the circumstances, but I prefer ... getting completely naked ... touching my ... pussy and ... my breasts.”

Hannah really hoped the interview would be over soon now. As it turned out, it was. But not in the way she anticipated it.

“Looks like you have gotten used to be naked with us,” James remarked, and it was true. Her pussy may not have been in their sight, but she hadn’t even thought about covering her breasts anymore. Not with her mind occupied with answering their questions.

“So let’s get a closer look at you,” he continued. “Your breasts are quite a sight, Amber, and perfect for this job. You didn’t have surgery, did you?” James asked, looking intently at her chest.

In an automatic response, Hannah looked down at her body. She had always been proud of her breasts. Not too small, not too big. Not too close together, not too far apart. Pointing forward, firm with almost no sagging to them, not enough to hold a pencil under them at least. Perfect sized areolas with nipples that were pretty large when they were hard. Only now she noticed her nipples actually were hard.

“No, they are natural, I promise,” Hannah said, trying to laugh about it.

“You don’t mind if I check, do you? Our agency prides itself on using only girls with natural tits,” James said in a matter-of-fact tone, as if asking to touch a stranger’s breasts was as normal as asking the time.

Yes, she did mind. Hannah had guessed the audition would involve nudity, seeing how they would pay her for the ordeal. However, she had not anticipated touching. But was refusing even an option? Officially, she was here to apply for a job as a porn star, okay an “adult model”, but they all knew what that meant. She could hardly tell these two men she wasn’t comfortable with a little touching, considering the job she supposedly wanted. And if she said no, they most likely would consider that an unfinished audition. Bye, bye, $200. She’d have shown them her naked body, told them about her masturbation habits for free, with nothing to show for.

“I guess,” she replied, swallowing her anxiety, as James was already moving towards her, clearly not expecting her to refuse him. He sat down on the bed next to her, rubbing his hands together, warming them.

“Alright, let’s see.”

With that, he gently reached out his right hand, putting it underneath her breast and moving it up and down a few times as if he was trying to estimate their weight. Her other breast soon got the same treatment. Next he put just his thumb and index finger under them and shook them up and down, left and right, intently watching them as they bounced around. Satisfied with the way they moved, he cupped a breast and began kneading it, making sure to experience it to the max. Of course, her other breast got the same treatment afterwards.