AmateurCollegeSluts dot Biz

[ExploreHer]

Teaser: Alison had never considered modeling before, but the offer of good pay, a free vacation, and some free clothing convinced her to apply. She gets the job, but eventually realizes there are many different kinds of models, and many different kinds of shoots.
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.

All images shown in this story are AI-generated and are not intended to show any real person. Any similarity to real people is purely coincidental.
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Index:

• Chapter 1 - Job Posting
• Chapter 2 - Takeoff
• Chapter 3 - Paperwork
• Chapter 4 - Interview

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Title: Amateur College Sluts dot Biz
Author: ExploreHer
Chapter Tags: Exhibitionism
Content Warnings: Nothing particularly non-con in this chapter. Just warming up and setting the stage. No sex this chapter. womp womp
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I am open to co-authors on this story! I have Chapter 2 mostly(?) complete, but I would love to collaborate with someone if you are open to it and we are a good fit.
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Amateur College Sluts dot Biz

Job Posting

Alison stared at the screen. Rows after row of blue text seared her eyeballs. She barely processed anything she read on this godforsaken job board.

• HELP WANTED chef or line Cook $15 / hour + OVERTIME
• Seeking wedding photographer, pay negotiable, ***credits on socials***
• YARD WORK - help moving and replanting raised flower bed
• Seeking t*pless Maid for housework. Bonuses available
• Dog Walker???

Alison scrolled. And scrolled. And scrolled. Nothing interested her anymore. Not her classes as a poli-sci student. Not her part-time job as a barista on campus serving macchiatos to sorority girls wearing oversized sweatshirts and last night’s heels. Not frat boys in grey sweatpants thinking it was somehow a turn-on. Not her family, all out of town. Not her friends, of which she only had a few.

Would extra cash from a side job solve her loneliness? No, of course not. Would it make her life better? Sure, maybe a little.

She scrolled further.

• Need Bartender, experience required, closers preferred
• Delivery driver - $19 / hour
• Handyman Wanted – Repairs, Installs, Minor Woodworking

She scrolled until one post caught her eye.

• Models sought for swimwear shoot. All travel expenses paid, $2500 / session minimum

Her eyes winced. Alison had never considered herself a model. Sure, she knew she was conventionally attractive, but never to model-level. She never thought of herself as so vain. But with such a high figure in the headline, curiosity got the best of her. She clicked.

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Relighted Modeling is seeking new female models for a series of swimsuit productions for an upcoming series. Shoots may be seen anywhere from small local shops up to nationally and internationally recognized brands.

For models that are a good fit, we will discuss the specific shoot with you beforehand, and if you are seeking a modeling career, the exposure levels it may bring.

Shooting locations are typically on the West Coast for a period of 1-2 hours. All travel expenses will be paid by Relighted Modeling, including airfare, hotels, and a meal stipend. Models should bring a wardrobe to wear while not actively shooting.

Rates begin at $2500 / session, and increase depending on the client and anticipated use of the series.

Please submit all applications via the built-in application on our website. All fields must be completed including age, height, weight, hair color, skin tone, eye color, chest and cup size, and anything else you deem relevant to the modeling field. Please include a short paragraph why you are interested in this opportunity. Please include photographs of yourself, full body length, wearing a bikini-cut swimsuit from the front, side / profile, and back.

References available from current / past models upon request.

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This post seemed different than the others. It was well written, considered, and actually included details. Did she want to be a model? Not specifically. But the idea of being on a poster in a small locally-owned beach shop in luxurious places like Hawaii was a bit exciting - a small tingle and flutter of imagination. Maybe she would even get some actual beach time to relax, which she hadn’t experienced since a family vacation eight years earlier.

So Alison searched through her drawers for her only bikini. Nothing there, just a buried vaporizer pen and some old birthday candles and the wishes that had yet to come true. She moved on to the small dorm closet and rummaged until she found it - a yellow-and-black bikini from her Junior year in high school.
Alison held it up and wondered if it still fit. She grabbed her toiletry bag, then headed for the dorm bathrooms. It had been a couple of weeks since Alison had shaved, and if she was going to be seen in a bikini, much less a job-application bikini, she wanted to at least not have hair sticking out.

She found an empty stall, closed the curtain, which always hung slightly open on the sides; an unavoidable problem thanks to how the university had designed the student showers and the cheap curtains they had installed. She turned on the water, sending a moment of ice cold spray onto her legs, before quickly warming to an acceptable temperature. Not hot, but tolerable. She removed the razor and shaving cream from her bag, set them down on the small shelf, then lathered her bikini line. Her back awkwardly hunched, trying to get a look at herself, to ensure no hair remained to eventually embarrass her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw other dorm residents walk past the shower, although everyone seemed to used to the coed dorm experience that no one tried to sneak a peek.

Alison finished rinsing off, wrapped herself in a towel, and quickly walked through the cold hallway back to her dorm room. She dropped the towel, and slipped the bikini top over her B-cup breasts. She glanced in the mirror to evaluate how well she had shaved – and was satisfied with the result. Bare. Good. Alison slipped on the bottoms, which covered her sex and about half of her ass cheeks, leaving something, but not everything, to the imagination.

She looked for the best place to prop her phone for the photos as required by the application. Her desk didn’t work, the angle was awful and made her hips look big. The bed didn’t work, since the background was her messy desk and a few photos of home. The window sill, the chair - nothing worked. Alison pursed her lips in thought.

She poked her head out of the door into the hallway. Her friend Greg was walking past, on his way back from the showers as well, with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Alison: “Greg! Greg!” Alison called to him.

His eyebrows raised as he walked over. “Hey, why, um, what’s up? Is everything okay?

Greg: “I need a favor, I need you to take a picture of me in a bikini, is that okay? It’ll be super fast I promise.”

Greg’s eyebrows raised again. What luck.

Greg: “Sure, um, where? Like in your room?”

Alison: “Yes, come in. Just a second, it’ll be fast.” Alison slunk back inside, leaving Greg to catch the door for himself. He stepped inside, and saw Alison awkwardly standing in her yellow-and-black bikini.

Greg: “Black and yellow is a little 2010, isn’t it?” he teased.

Alison’s face dropped.

Alison: “You don’t like it? Shit…” She began to fumble for clothes.

Greg: “No, no, you looks great, I was just teasing you.”

Alison: “Fuck you.”

Greg: “So what do you want me to do? Just take a picture? With your phone?”

Alison: “Yes, here…”

Alison handed over her phone in its bright pink case. She tripped slightly on the chair and stumbled into Greg’s chest. His hand dropped to catch his towel.

Alison: “Like this-“

She put the phone in Greg’s hands and demonstrated the correct angle.

Greg: “Oh, okay, this is easy.”

Alison took a few steps away and began to pose as the example images had shown - first forward, no smile, looking plainly at the camera. *click* Then from the side, showing her full profile. Her small breasts barely raised from her thin frame, but it was enough to make Greg feel the cotton towel press against his cock head. *click* And finally, from behind, Alison faced away as Greg’s eyes wandered lower to her ass. *click*

Alison quickly spun around and grabbed the phone.

Alison: “Thank you. I’ll see you later.”

Greg was a bit confused with such an abrupt transition, especially with his cock at quarter-mast.

Greg: “I, um, okay.”

She ushered Greg out of the room then returned to her computer, and began to type.

• Alison Weathers
• 409-555-4203
• [email protected]
• Age 20
• Height 5’ 3”
• Weight 103 lbs
• Cup size: B
• Chest size: 32
• Hair color: dark brunette
• Skin tone: white/tan
• Eye color: hazel
• Attachments: IMG_0001.jpg; IMG_0002.jpg; IMG_ 0003.jpg

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Alison held the mouse over SUBMIT and hesitated. She had never intentionally sent photos of herself in a bikini to anyone, or at least not when she was the focus of the image. With friends she always hid her body behind theirs to keep herself modest. She had suspicions of what college boys did with social media photos and she did not want that kind of attention.

She puffed her cheeks and exhaled. SUBMIT APPLICATION.






End of chapter 1
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I would love your feedback, or better yet, if you are interested in collaborating, please let me know! I feel like I have a decent structure for this story down but the language feels a little....clunky.
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[ExploreHer]

Chapter Tags:
Content Warnings: Still no sex. Sorry. Womp Womp.
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I would still love to collaborate on this story. If you are interested, please let me know!
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Chapter 2 - Takeoff


Alison sat quietly in the small, dingy break room. It was of a janitor’s closet, really. She tried to savor the seven remaining minutes she was back to work heating up overpriced breakfast sandwiches and endlessly stirring milk into coffee.

Her phone buzzed. *ping*

Dylan: “Hello Ms. Weathers, this is Dylan Miller, from Relighted Modeling. We received your application, and believe you would be a good fit for one of our upcoming shoots. This particular shoot will have have moods of rebellion, heat, connection, friction, all in the gently sensual wrapper we expect from most shoots. Payment will be $3000. The shoot is in Phoenix, Arizona in two weeks. All flights and hotel costs will be covered. Are you available and interested in continuing?”

Alison was surprised that she actually received a response, unlike almost every other job she applied to. Some part of her suspected that the job application was just a way to get photos of women in swimsuits, but it seemed her suspicion was wrong.

Alison: “Yes, I am interested, thank you. I really appreciate the response and I would like to move forward. The posting said references would be available. Please understand I do not mean any offense, but I have never modeled before, can you please send a reference I can speak to?”

Dylan: “That is great to hear. Yes, I will have a reference contact you. Her name is Ophelia. She has done a few shoots with us. Please connect with her promptly to ensure we have time to book your flights and hotel, as we are on a tight schedule. Please reach back out to this number when you are ready to move forward.”

Alison swiped back to her own application photos and wondered what Dylan had seen in her. Maybe she was more attractive than she had given herself credit for. Maybe she would be on a billboard, or even a poster, looking sexy in vintage jean shorts and an ever-so-slightly-hint-of-too-revealing top. Or maybe it would all fall apart.

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As Alison’s shift ended, her phone buzzed again. *ping*

Message:: “Hello Alison. My name is Ophelia Rossum. I am a model with Relighted Modeling. Dylan mentioned you were a hopeful for one of our new series but had questions. What can I answer for you?”

Alison’s mind swirled as she wondered what to even ask, or how to ask it.

Alison: “Hi! Thank you so much for reaching out. I am just new to this world and I don’t really know what to expect. What is the process like?”

Ophelia: “Welcome It is pretty easy really, once you get past the nerves. It’s a lot at first to have so many people watching and telling you what to do, and even I was a little self conscious at first. When you are ready, just let Dylan know, he’ll help you arrange flights and book a hotel for the shoot location. You don’t even need to give a credit card. When you arrive they’ll go through paperwork, legal releases, all of that. And then show up at the right time and Relighted will already have your outfit or outfits ready to go.”

Alison: “Thanks! And it’s just, like, outfits? I just want to be sure this is all like, legit? Please please please don’t take offense I just, it’s different with girls you know?”

Ophelia: “Of course! Yes, it’s all cool. Relighted is my favorite agency I’ve worked with. And if you don’t like a shoot pose, for instance, just say so and they’ll move on.”

Alison: “Okay that’s a relief! I feel like such a newbie. Do I need to do anything else beforehand?”

Ophelia: “No, not really. Make sure you wax or shave VERY well. The cameras they use are great and catch EVERYTHING lol. And I don’t want to make some poor person staring at my little hairs trying to Photoshop them all out!!!”

Alison: “Oh lol yes of course. That makes sense thank you! I will text Dylan. Is it okay if I text you if anything else comes up?”

Ophelia: “Yes, of course.”

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Alison: “Hello Dylan, I spoke to Ophelia, thank you for introducing me! She answered my questions. I would like to move forward. Can you please help me with the next steps?”

Dylan: “Good, thank you. I will send you a link to book your plane tickets. The dates will be pre-filled, for one week, even though the shoot is only one day, in case there is bad weather. You will just enter your information and find the flight that is good for your schedule. We will take care of everything else and pick you up at the airport.”

Alison: “Okay, thanks. That is a great system! Do I need to pack anything specific?”

Dylan: “Bring a few changes of clothes in case you get wet. Bring any hair and makeup you may want, we may give you more. Make sure you shave or wax and bring shaving supplies as well in case shooting isn’t on the first day. Otherwise it’s a normal trip just like you’ve done before.”

Alison: “Okay, thank you! I will complete the portal. I look forward to meeting you in person soon.”

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Two weeks later, Alison boarded before most other passengers. Even before families with young children. Relighted Modeling had upgraded her seat to first class, where she was surrounded by businessmen and a few elderly couples. Her upgraded status also came with the benefit of free internet for the duration of the flight.

After reaching 35,000 feet, Alison decided to reach out to Dylan to keep him informed of her status.

Alison: “I am on the plane! This seat is sooooo nice! I have never flown first class before, this is crazy!!”

Dylan: “I am glad you like it. We want to be sure that our models are treated with the upmost respect both before and after the clothes come off.”

Alison’s neck straightened.

Alison: “Thanks! But, um, like, we are not like, actually taking off clothes right? It’s a bikini modeling session isn’t it?”

Dylan: “The shoot is an adult shoot, we have been clear about that. You will be fully clothed, then partially clothed, and finally unclothed. It’s all very tasteful and used by a variety of customers.”

A knot stirred in Alison’s gut. A flight attendant passed by and asked Alison if she would like a complimentary alcoholic beverage. Alison thought for a moment, a rare moment of not being asked for ID, but requested water instead, before going back to her phone. She needed her wits to be seen as professional.

Alison: “Yes, you have been clear and I know Relighted Modeling is a great company, I just didn’t realize that I would actually be removing clothing, I thought the shoot was for the clothing.”

Dylan: “Clothing is a big part of it. We want to be sure you are seen as an attractive normal next-door type girl for promotions. Customers for this series want to feel relatable, and to feel that there is more to the everyday. Plus you have certainly seen models without clothing for clothing promotions - think about all of the topless advertisements for denim you have seen. Or women wearing a man’s sport coat and panties in a promotion for shoes.”

Alison: “I think that makes sense, thank you. But this isn’t like, inappropriate, is it?”

Dylan: “No. That’s why so many of our models return for multiple shoots.”

Alison: “That’s good to hear, thank you again Dylan.”

Dylan: “You are welcome. I am looking forward to seeing what you bring to the set and how you interact with the camera.”

Alison: “Thanks, me too! I am sorry for the confusion, I am new to this and appreciate your patience with me! I think I understand now. ”

She did not understand.

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Alison stepped out through automatic sliding doors into the dry Arizona air. Cars slowly hummed by as guards stood by ensuring no one parked their car for too long. Everyone exhausted from travel. Alison pulled her small wheeled carry-on behind her as one of its wheels was slowly failing.

As was instructed in her travel booklet from Relighted Models, she found the pickup sign marked 2-C and waited for a black Porsche Cayenne with a license plate ending in 9DY. Alison waited with a butterfly fluttering in her stomach. Dylan’s messages had calmed her a bit, but the idea of removing any clothing was entirely new and not what she had originally applied for.

Sure enough, the car pulled up, and the back door swung open. Alison bent down to peer inside. Immediately she saw two men, one in the backseat holding a small GoPro camera, and one in the driver’s seat.

Driver: “Relighted Modeling?”

Alison: “Yes…”

Driver: “That’s great, hop on in.”

Alison: “Oh, um, hi, are you Dylan?”

Dylan: “Yeah, we have been texting. How was your flight, do you want to get in or no?”

Alison looked at the other man in the back seat, who remained quiet. Although he was staring, he was careful to keep the camera pointed in her direction as well. She humbly slid into the car and twisted her body inside to find the seat belt.

Settled with her carry-on shoved at her feet, Alison faced forward and noticed another two cameras, one mounted on the rear view mirror, the other mounted low on the back of the passenger seat directly in front of her. She crossed her legs in modesty to avoid its awkward stare.

Dylan: “How was your flight?”

Alison nervously looked down at the camera between her legs, over to the cameraman sitting beside her, and then out the window.

Alison: “It was good, I’ve never flown first class before.”

Dylan: “It’s nice, right?”

Alison: “Yes, very nice! I felt, like, out of place!”

Dylan: “Oh I’m sure you fit right in.”

Dylan flipped up his thumb to point backwards to the cameraman sitting beside Alison.

Dylan: “This guy is Mark, with the camera. You’ll be working with him.”

Mark gave a low, small wave of acknowledgement to Alison.

Alison: “Oh, um, hi, sorry I didn’t say hi earlier!”

Dylan: “No worries, he’s on the quiet side but he’s good for the camera.”

Alison looked over awkwardly and smiled instinctively at the GoPro in Mark’s hand.

Dylan: “So I see you chose some nice comfortable clothes for travel, can you tell us about them?”

Alison looked own to examine herself.

Alison: “Oh, you mean like this amazing fashion icon?!”

She jokingly rolled her eyes.

Dylan: “Yeah, just tell us about your clothes. Where they’re from, when you got them, stuff like that.”

Alison: “I kind of just picked whatever for the airport. I mean, it’s the airport, right? I got this zip up hoodie at a fraternity charity event last year. The, um tank top came from a, like, charity fun run a couple years ago. And this jean skirt is from I think back in high school? Probably from Kohl’s or somewhere like that. I don’t know, that’s embarrassing.”

Dylan: “Oh, no, that’s cool. Everybody likes jean skirts on high school girls right?”

Alison smiled but shifted in her seat at his untoward comment.

Dylan: “I’m just joking, it’s all good. So what made you want to do your first shoot as an amateur?”

Alison: “Ha, well, um, I don’t know. I was just kind of bored and figured the money would be good. A change of pace from my other boring stuff.”
Dylan: “Yeah, that sounds right, it usually is. What are you going to do with the money?”

Alison: “Oh I don’t know, probably get a new bikini…the one from my application photos was also from high school I think…and then maybe just save it or get some essentials, I don’t know. Go shopping…”

Alison’s voice trailed off awkwardly.

Dylan: “That’s cool. Maybe a new jean skirt? Or new underwear or makeup or something?”

Alison chuckled nervously.

Is there something wrong with what I’m wearing? Is my makeup smudged?

Alison: “Yeah, maybe.”

Dylan: “How about you give the camera there a preview of your underwear?”

Alison’s eyes shot up.

Alison: “What?”

Dylan: “That camera right in front of you. Just uncross your legs and spread them a bit so the camera can see what you wore today.”

Alison hesitated.

Alison: “I, um, I mean I didn’t pick anything special, I thought we were going to be doing some modeling with outfits you had?”

Dylan: “Yeah, we will, it’s just to give us all a sense of your, like, personality, what you like, all of that.”

Alison was uncomfortable but figured it made sense.

It must make sense somehow.

She uncrossed her legs and awkwardly spread them. She tried to get her feet flat on the floor on either side of her luggage.

Dylan: “Yeah, just, like, put your feet up on your bag there and then spread your knees wide. Pull up your skirt a little.”



Alison nodded slightly and did as Dylan said. Her feet rested on the bag which brought her knees almost to the same height as her face. Alison spread her legs, which gave her a clear view of the camera, with its glowing red light. She gently pulled up her skirt to reveal her striped panties.

Dylan: “Nice, striped panties are fun, they’re cute. Where are they from?”

Alison: “Victoria’s Secret, but they’re just like cotton ones, nothing fancy.”

Dylan: “That’s all good, what size are they?”

Alison: “Small. That was in my application, wasn’t it?”

Dylan: “Yeah, but this way we get it for anyone watching as well.”

Anyone watching? What? How big is Relighted Modeling?

Alison smiled and recrossed her legs. She looked over to Mark, who had his hand casually resting on his thigh, gently rubbing back and forth. Alison winced.

Gross.

Dylan: “Alright, I’m just going to put on some music for the rest of our ride here to the hotel, and you can just relax back there. Say goodbye to the camera for now.”

Alison obediently looked into the camera, smiled, and gave a polite wave.

Mark pressed a small button on the side of the GoPro, and all three recording lights turned off simultaneously. Mark’s eyes never left Alison.

Alison: “So, like, how long until we get to the hotel?”

Dylan: “We’re close, we like hotels close to the airport for convince. The old in and out, you know?”

Alison chuckled.

Didn't they say that in that old movie? What was it called?

Alison: “That makes sense, yeah. I, um, haven’t gone on a trip in a while except when my grandma died last year. The bed in that hotel was awful…sorry, I hope that isn’t a downer.”

Dylan: “No, that’s all good. The bed here is nice and comfortable. We’ll help you get all relaxed stretched out. And here we are…”

The car pulled into the hotel parking lot where they quickly found a spot.

All three exited the vehicle. Alison noticed the large fountain out front, demonstrating man’s triumph over the dry Arizona climate. Large, heavy doors kept the cool air inside the lobby, which was far more luxurious than the Holiday Inn Expresses where she had previously stayed. Large comfortable couches. Large coffee tables. A large bar along the side with large bottles of alcohol. Everything just seemed so grandiose it was hard for her to process, with just her small purse and small luggage, with its wheel nearly broken off now.

Dylan fumbled through his pockets and handed her a key card.

Dylan: “Room 1412. We are next door, room 1414. Go get yourself cleaned up, be there in an hour so we can get rolling.”

Alison was surprised by his blunt instruction, but smiled and nodded. They all stepped into the elevator together. Alison faced the door. Mark and Dylan faced Alison.

*ding*
*ding*
*ding*

The elevator kept going up. And up. And up. Alison was increasingly uncomfortable.

No one ever faces into the elevator.

Finally the doors opened and all three followed the sign to rooms 1408-1414. Isolated at the end of the hall. 1414 was the last room, and 1412 one door closer. Across the hall was an emergency exit and an ice maker.

Dylan swiped his key card into room 1414 as Alison stood at 1412.

Dylan: “See you in an hour.”

End of chapter 2
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Please let me know if you would be interested in collaborating! I feel like some things could be tightened up but really please let me know.

[Shocker]

I do think I like where you are going here. You make this a very immersive experience, especially with all your styled tie ins to the story. Looking forward to the next chapter, actually a bit surprised you haven’t gotten any feedback yet.

[ididapignew]

Is this almost inspired by like girls do porn?

[ExploreHer]

Is this almost inspired by like girls do porn?

All characters and situations are entirely fictional and not based on any real people.
Inspiration has been drawn from a variety of sources.

[ExploreHer]

Chapter Tags:
Content Warnings: Still no sex. But the power dynamic is settling in.
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The walls are closing in on Alison.
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Chapter 3 - Paperwork


Alison took one more sip from her bottle of water. She had cleaned herself up after so much travel and put on some more comfortable pink cotton shorts and a fresh tank top. She looked in the mirror and ran a finger over her eyebrow to bring a single hair back in line. She opened the door and heard it slam shut and *click* behind her, as hotel doors so often do.

Just a few steps away she knocked on the door. Room 1414.

Dylan opened the door.

Alison: “Hi! Is now still good?”

Dylan: “Yeah, come on in. We were just getting everything set up.”

Alison stepped inside and paused. Her eyes darted around the room. Multiple large professional lights mounted on tripods. One, two cameras also mounted on tripods. Another camera lying on the floor. Hard equipment storage boxes stacked along the wall.

Alison: “I, um, I…”

Dylan turned his back to Alison and returned to moving equipment around.

Alison: “…what’s all of this, um, stuff?”

Dylan: “This is all video equipment for the shoot..”

Alison: “To like test it beforehand?”

Dylan: “No. To get it set up so we can get to shooting.”

Alison: “I — but I thought we would be like, outside?”

Dylan: “No, it’s all in here. We keep it simple.”

Alison: “But this, um, isn’t a very, like, cool, like, atmosphere?…sorry, I mean, it’s nothing against the hotel. The hotel is really nice. I just mean, like, for a fashion shoot?”

Dylan: “This works for an adult shoot. It’s realistic, we want the customers to feel like it is intimate with you in a realistic way, you know?”

Alison: “I mean, I know you said you want it to feel personal, but, like, isn’t modeling supposed to be a little more…glamorous?”

Dylan: “Is sex usually glamorous?”

Alison froze.

Sex?

Alison: “I — what?”

Dylan: “Sex isn’t really glamorous, you know? In real life anyway.”

Alison’s jaw dropped.

Alison: “What, I, but we’re not having sex.”

Dylan: “No, we’re not. You two are.”

He pointed back and forth, first to Alison, then to Mark, who was focused on plugging in a microphone.

Alison took a step back.

Alison: “No, we’re not.”

Dylan: “Yes, that’s what the shoot is.”

Alison: “That’s not what I signed up for.”

Dylan: “Yes it is.”

Alison: “No, it’s not. You said this was for modeling swimsuits.”

Dylan: “No, I said it was for adult modeling.”

Alison: “The ad was titled swimsuit or swimwear or something. It wasn’t titled sex.”

Dylan: “Well yeah, you can’t really put ‘sex’ in the title of an ad, that’s just prostitution. Everybody knows what that means anyway.”

Alison: “No they don’t!”

Dylan: “Just because you don’t doesn’t mean most people don’t. Sorry you feel stupid.”

Alison: “I don’t feel…”

She did feel stupid.

Alison: “Well I’m not going to do it.”

Dylan: “Alright. Fine.”

He stood up straight and walked over to the small hotel desk. He grabbed a small stack of paper and held it up.

Dylan: “These are our expenses so far. Let’s see.”

He flipped through the pages.

Dylan: “First class flight - $1800. Hotel room for a week - $5,250. Lighting equipment rentals - $950. Sound equipment rentals - $750. Camera equipment rentals - $1900. Prep services and waxing for Mark - $800. Mark’s time and my time - $4000. Should I continue?”


Dylan held the papers and offered them to Alison.

Alison: “I’m sorry but so what?”

Dylan: “‘So what’ is you owe us for these expenses if you drop out.”

Alison: “What?”

Dylan: “You accepted and committed to a job offer. We put in a lot of time, effort, and hard dollars to get things prepared for you to do that job. And now you are saying you won’t do it. I say fine. Shitty thing to do as a person, but fine. So you pay us back and we’re done.”

Alison: “Okay, I, but I didn’t sign anything. I didn’t commit to anything.”

Dylan: “Do you really think that will hold up in court in a lawsuit? Let’s see…”

Dylan pulled his phone out of his pocket. He tapped the screen, and began to scroll.

Dylan: “Here are some things you said. ‘Yes, I am interested, thank you. I really appreciate the response and I would like to move forward.’ ‘I spoke to Ophelia, thank you for introducing me! She answered my questions. I would like to move forward.’ ‘I am on the plane! This seat is sooooo nice!’ ‘You have been clear and I know Relighted Modeling is a great company’ ‘I think that makes sense, thank you’ ‘I am new to this and appreciate your patience with me! I think I understand now.’”

Alison’s eyes widened.

Dylan: “Should I continue?”

Alison was silent.

Dylan: “So if you have, let’s see - $15,450, just write us a check, and then we are fine. Other than your shitty behavior as a model of course.”
Alison said nothing.

Dylan: “If you don’t have it, just do the shoot. It’s not a big deal. Easy. In and out.”

Again with that reference. What was it from?

FUCK. A CLOCKWORK ORANGE.

Her eyes fell to the floor.

Alison: “I don’t have it. What is involved?”

Dylan resumed moving boxes around the room. He placed a suitcase and a chair in front of the door.

Dylan: “Go over to the desk there. There is a model release form. It explains everything. But let’s get moving, we are behind schedule.”

Alison nervously stepped over to the desk. One step then another. Mark looked over at her as only one word can describe - prey.

She sat down at the table. She began to read through the contract.

What does any of this even mean?



Dylan approached her. He knelt down beside her.

Dylan: “I know this is all a lot. But it’ll be easy. You’ll just follow some directions, talk a little bit about yourself, and you get to have some good sex. It’s all good.”

Alison smiled meekly.

Dylan: “But it’s important that you look happy. Enthusiastic. Otherwise none of this works and we are back to square one. Understand?”

Alison: “Like what?”

Dylan: “When the camera is on, be bubbly. Be happy. Be just another college girl living her best life and exploring. Say you’ve been curious about porn, stuff like that.”

Porn.

Alison: “I have to talk?”

Dylan: “Yeah. Remember how I explained the viewer likes to feel a connection to you. To feel like you are just a girl next door doing something wild and crazy. So they want to know about you.”

Alison: “Like an interview?”

Dylan leaned over, picked up a camera, and flipped the REC switch. The red light flashed on. He aimed the lens squarely at Alison.

Dylan: “Yeah, like an interview. So how are you feeling?”

Alison hesitated. She looked into the camera, then back up to Dylan. Her eyes darted over to Mark, who was now focused on adjusting a large umbrella-shaped light.

Dylan stopped recording.

Dylan: “Look, you need to respond to questions. Or we’re going to call it.”

Alison: “But, like, won’t a lot of people see this?”

Dylan: “No. We have a small group of customers who pay large amounts to be exclusive. Like the high rollers at a casino, you know?”

Alison: “And they like, pay?”

Dylan: “Oh yeah, they pay a lot. They have a thing for attractive women and like the idea of seeing something nobody else has seen.”

Alison paused again.

Nobody else has seen. My body. On camera. The very idea…

Dylan: “Just imagine we are chatting, you know? It’s no big deal really. It’s okay to be a little intimidated and nervous, these high-roller types like to feel like they are a step ahead. But still be cheery.”

He flipped the REC switch again. The red light reemerged.

Dylan: “So how are you feeling?”

Alison hesitated again, with a wiggly nod from her head.

Alison: “I’m okay. A little nervous.”

Dylan laughed.

Dylan: “That’s okay. Most girls are.”



Alison’s eyes returned to the contract.

Dylan: “So how do you like the hotel?”

Alison: “It’s really nice. I don’t usually get to stay in places like this.”

Dylan: “Yeah, it’s nice having the money to be able to do it.”

Alison: “Yeah, it is.”

Dylan: “When is the last time you read a contract?”

Alison: “I think when I started my job.”

Dylan: “What is your job?”

Alison: “I’m a barista.”

Dylan: “Do your customers flirt with you a lot?”

Alison laughed, trying to brush it off.

Alison: “Yeah, sometimes.”

Dylan: “Have you ever hooked up with a customer?”

Alison: “No — well, one time a guy I was seeing showed up without realizing I worked there. That was awkward.”

Alison felt herself getting more comfortable.

This isn't so bad.

She flipped to the end of the contract and she tried to process what it all meant.

Dylan: “That’s funny. Did he like, ask for extra cream or something?”

Alison: “No, but that would’ve been funny I guess.”

It wouldn’t have been funny.

Dylan: “Alright well how about you finish up that contract and we will get things moving.”

Alison: “Yeah, that is a good idea.”

Let’s get it over with. Rip the Band-Aid.

She signed the last page of the contract and handed it back to Dylan.

He flipped the REC switch off.



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Dylan: “Alright just give us a few more minutes to set everything up and we’ll get you on the bed.”

Alison shuddered.

She picked up her phone to type a message to Ophelia.

Alison: “You never told me this is porn.”

Alison stared at the screen.

A small checkmark appeared.

Message read.

Alison: “Ophelia? What the fuck??”

Message read.

She put the phone down hard on the desk, face down, and exhaled.

Dylan and Mark continued to adjust all of the equipment, so much equipment, with it all focused squarely on and around the bed.

The bed. With that man. A man who hasn’t even said hello to me. I don’t even know if his name is even Mark. Everyone could be named Mark. It’s like the most common name in the country.

Dylan turned back to Alison.

Dylan: “Alright, time to get up on the bed. Time for your interview.”

End of chapter 3
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As always, I am still open to collaboration on this story.

[AdmiralPiet]

@ExploreHer

Moderator Note.
Mandatory tagging: Every Story must be tagged as either "Con" or "NonCon"

I kindly ask you to fix the tags

[Shocker]

There is a small problem apparent with generated pictures, Alison's boobs seem to have significantly grown from chapter 1 to chapter 2 and 3

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@AdmiralPiet Sorry about that, tags fixed. Somehow I missed it at the beginning.

@Shocker It’s difficult to get certain generators do things! I am not venturing into the road of anything NSFW. I agree it’s a flaw. But also, is it a flaw?

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Chapter Tags:
Content Warnings: Still building up the power dynamic.
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Alison is interviewed before her amateur porn shoot begins.
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Chapter 4 - Interview



Alison sat on edge the bed. She watched anxiously as Dylan and Mark brought out a small whiteboard and propped it on the desk for her to see. It read:

• BF No. Crush Yes.
• Cheated Yes.
• Caught Yes (father)
• Oldest 52
• Size 7

Dylan: “Move back. In the middle of the bed.”

She obediently shifted back. Her eyes darted between all of the cameras, lighting equipment, over to Mark, and back to Dylan and his unblinking red-eyed camera.

Dylan: “Well, it’s time to get going. Let’s start with the basics. How old are you?’

Alison: “Twenty.”

Dylan: “Do you have a job?”

Alison: “Yes. I am a barista…didn’t we already go over that?”

Dylan flipped the REC switch off. The red light disappeared.

Dylan: “Listen. This is about getting to know you but it’s also about being personal with the viewer. Remember these are high roller types who like to know you. As a person. But since we aren’t using your name, we are going to mix some of your real answers with these answers here.”

Dylan pointed to the board.

Dylan: “So if I repeat myself, just answer it as if I have never asked it before. Got it?”

Alison remained silent, but nodded.

The red light reappeared.

Dylan: “How old are you?”

Alison: “Twenty.”

Dylan: “Are you in school?”

Alison: “Yes. I am studying political science.”

Dylan: “So you want to be a politician one day?”

Alison: “Yes, maybe. I don’t know.”

Dylan: “Nice. Do you work now?”

Alison: “I am a barista.”

Dylan: “Do you put extra cream in the coffee?”

Alison gave a fake smile.

Alison: “Sometimes.”

Dylan: “Making a porn is a unique choice for a girl who wants to be a politician.”

Fuck. Is this my whole future?

Alison: “I think it’ll be okay. This is just for a pretty exclusive few.”

Dylan: “Right. Do you have a boyfriend?”

Alison: “No.”

Dylan: “A crush? Anybody you maybe want to get with?”

Alison: “No, not at the moment.”

Dylan pointed to the whiteboard.

Alison: “Oh. Um. Yes, sort of.”

Dylan: “Do you think you’ll be imagining him today?”

Alison: “Yeah, I guess so.”

Dylan: “Well at the end we’ll make sure you get a copy so you can show it to him if you want.”

Alison: “Um, okay.”

Dylan: “Have you ever cheated on a boyfriend?”

Alison looked to the whiteboard.

Alison: “Yes.”

Dylan: “Tell me about that.”

Alison gave a confused look. Dylan rolled his finger forward in a circle, as if to tell her to come up with a story.

Alison: “I don’t um, tell this a lot. I, well, it was at a party. And, I was dancing with this guy, and, we just kind of went to a room and it happened.”

Dylan: “What kind of cheating did you do?”

Alison: “What do you mean?”

Dylan: “Did you have sex with him? Just a blowjob? Anal? Just make out?”

Alison: “Um, we….”

Dylan mimed a blowjob with his hands and cheeks.

Alison: “A blowjob. I, yeah, I just…I sucked his dick.”

Dylan: “Did you make him come?”

Alison: “…Yeah, I guess.”

Dylan: “Where?”

Alison paused.

Dylan: “Like where did he come?”

Alison: “I think on my chest…?”

Dylan: “That’s cool. Actually give us a little preview. Pull up your shirt for a second.”

Alison’s heart pounded. She was sure the camera could see it pressing against her rib cage. She looked to Dylan, and to Mark, who was watching from the side, a hand resting on his crotch.

She lifted her shirt momentarily, giving the camera a brief flash.

Dylan: “That’s nice. But let’s make it a big longer. Go again.”

Alison lifted her shirt again. She looked away, toward the window, and then the door, anywhere except the camera. She lowered her shirt.

Dylan: “Good job. Now, have you ever done something like this before?”

Alison: “No.”

Dylan: “No videos with a boyfriend, sexy photos for a guy, nothing?”

Alison: “No.”

Dylan: “Nice. That is what we like here. It’s more real, you know?”

Alison: “I guess.”

Dylan: “How many guys have you had sex with?”

Alison froze again.

Alison: “Like, what do you mean? Like full sex? Or, like…”

Dylan: “That’s a good point. Let’s do both. How many guys have you given a blowjob to and how many have you had sex with? Like full sex.”

Alison: “I, um…”

Should I lie? Should I tell the truth? What is he expecting?

Alison: “Um….I think I’ve given blowjobs to four guys and I’ve had sex with three.”

Dylan: “That’s not a lot.”

Alison: “Ha, um, I guess not.”

Dylan: “Well - we’ll add one more today.”

Alison remained silent.

Dylan: “Have you ever done anal?”

Alison: “No!”

Dylan: “Why not?”

Alison: “That is, just not where it is supposed to go.”

Dylan: “Okay, well, maybe we’ll have you back to try.”

Alison’s stomach turned.

Dylan: “What is the biggest guy you’ve had?”

Alison: “Like, I don’t know, they were all pretty average. Like, 180 pounds?”

Dylan: “I mean dick size.”

He tapped the white board.

Alison: “Oh, um - about 7 inches I guess.”

Dylan: “Do you measure all of your guys?”

Alison: “No.”

Dylan: “Well Mark here will break that record today for you.”

Alison: “I, um, thank you?”

Dylan: “Ha, yeah, I think you will be happy.”

Alison nervously smiled again.

Dylan: “What is the oldest guy you’ve been with?” Again he tapped the whiteboard.

Alison: “Oh um….” She took a deep breath. “I think like, 50? Or 52?”

Dylan: “Wow, that’s old for a girl your age. Who was he?”

Alison: “A, um, a friend’s dad.”

Dylan: “Oh, wow. Does your friend know?”

Alison: “No.”

Dylan: “How did it happen?”

Alison’s jaw dropped as she pondered the question.

Dylan turned off the red light.

Dylan: “Look, just make it up. This is supposed to make these high rollers feel like you are attainable. Just make something up. Something you’ve seen in a porn or something.”

The red light turned back on.

Dylan: “How did it happen?”

Alison: “I, well, um…my parents had some people over for um, a 4th of July barbecue. I was hanging out and started talking with him, and one thing just led to another…”

Dylan: “Wow, that’s awesome. So your parents were home?”

Alison: “Yes…”

Fuck that was such a bad answer.

Dylan: “Did they catch you?”

Alison remembered the whiteboard.

Alison: “….yes. My…my father.”

Dylan: “Ha, that’s awkward. What happened?”

Alison: “He was pissed.”

Dylan: “Of course. Did he, were you in the middle of it? Or like what?”

Alison: “Yeah, the middle of it I guess.”

The red light turned off.

Dylan: “No, he had just finished. On you. Guys don’t want to hear a story about somebody getting blue balls.”

The red light turned back on.

Dylan: “Like in the middle of it or what?”

Alison: “…Um, no, he had, well he had just finished.”

Dylan: “Wow. Bad timing, ha. Like, on you?”

Alison: “Yes.”

Dylan: “Where?”

Alison: “Um…on my, like stomach, and chest.”

Dylan: “Nice. That must have been awkward.”

Alison: “Yeah…”

Her voice trailed off.

Dylan: “I’m trying to think of what else I haven’t asked you…but I am imagining you as political science student with her dad’s friend’s cum on you when you run for office one day.”

Alison’s heart sank.

Is my life about to be ruined?

Dylan: “Alright well, I think that’s enough for your interview. Are you read to get started?”

Alison: “I guess we’re going to…”

The red light disappeared.



End of chapter 4
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I am still open to collaboration (both on existing chapters and rewriting them or on upcoming chapters that I have ideas for)!