Mister X by Limnophile
Discover the tantalizing world of 'Mister X' by Limnophile—a captivating erotic sex story that delves into passion, desire, and unexpected encounters. Immerse yourself in a seductive narrative that will ignite your imagination and leave you craving more. Perfect for fans of steamy romance and intimate exploration!<br/>
Will a struggling college student do porn to pay her bills?
I berated myself for at least the fifth time of the morning, “Katherine Svensen, how the HELL could you be stupid enough to get yourself into this! You’re such a worthless idiot!”
Due to my recent discovery of alcohol and men on my 19th birthday, I was in deep shit. When I drunkenly offered, five guys and a girl had felt and tasted my boobs in front of the crowd. I suspect somebody put ecstasy or another drug in my drink, because normally I’d be far too shy. I even let three guys screw me from behind, as over 20 people watched. Most of them applauded and a few bought me totally unnecessary drinks. I was very ashamed later, but that night I was a major bar star. I only had two friends I hung out with most of the time, but that night, over 20 loved me.
On exam day 1 I woke up terribly hung over, with a naked man I didn’t know. The only good part of that day was noticing two used condoms in the bed when I woke. At least I probably wasn’t knocked up or infected with something horrible. I missed my first two exams completely and scored less than 50 percent on the third one. I passed one of the three I took yesterday, probably.
With terrible grades, I wouldn’t be able to get any financial aid for school in the fall. To continue my education, I’d need to come up with fifteen thousand in only three months! The dorm was closing for the summer so unless I got some money quick, in a week I’d be living on the street too!
There were only three types of jobs available that I was qualified for. There was no way I could earn what I needed as a babysitter, waitress, or cashier. I had to expand my horizons and look for something out of town.
I gritted my teeth in indecision, when I saw an online job ad. “Ladies 18 and up, make $1,000 a day as a lingerie model! Email bikini photos or nudes to…”
If my parents were still alive and I took the job, they’d die from shame. But first, they’d kill me slowly by saying how disappointed they were.
I was on my own and I didn’t have a choice. I did my hair and makeup as nicely as I could, took a bunch of photos in the bathroom mirror, and decided which were the best. I pondered and debated with myself a long time. “What if this is just a scam? What if my friends see the pictures?” My thoughts kept returning to, “This is the only way I can get the money.” I could worry about it endlessly, but I really had no option.
I sent a photo of my face, smiling with my mouth closed. Another was me from behind, wearing only frilly black panties. I thought the last was the best, one of me topless and sucking on a finger. I hoped they wouldn’t have too many blondes with curly hair and big boobs. Because of my body, wherever I went, lots of guys and even a few girls stared at me, until I smiled. I’d love to have enough money to fix my teeth.
I was very embarrassed when I tapped “Send”. I felt a little better, as I remembered that twenty-five or thirty people had seen much more at my birthday party.
Two hours later I got a reply, “Our company XxXx Productions will pay you $300 for a one-hour bikini photo shoot, and as much as $5,000 a day for intimate videos, depending on your comfort level and willingness. Transportation, meals, medical, and hotel will be provided. When are you available?”
When I read “Intimate videos” I swallowed and had to clear my throat. I felt blood rushing to my cheeks. I knew they meant porn. On the other hand, five thousand a day nearly blew my mind! If I got that much every day for a week, I wouldn’t have to worry for a whole year! If I did it for a month, I’d be set until I had my degree!
I also wondered, “Medical, from somebody I might only work for a few hours? Some full-time jobs don’t even include medical.”
I replied that I was available immediately, the sooner the better. I was surprised when my phone dinged only two minutes later. “A car will pick you up in an hour. Please bring clothing and any personal items you may need for three days.”
I had to move out of the dorm by next Thursday, and I had nowhere else to go. I packed everything I owned into my purse and duffel bag and waited for the taxi. A huge, stretched limousine drove up and parked across the street from my dorm. It was the length of three regular cars! A chauffeur in a suit and cap stepped out. He asked, “Miss Kate Svensen?”
I nodded as my jaw dropped.
He said, “I’m John, and our security person today is Daniel.” Daniel waved from the passenger seat. He wore a nicely tailored suit and was easily the size of a pro football player.
“Please have a seat in back, ma’am.” He held the door for me, and I climbed into a space more luxurious than I’d ever imagined. The comfortable leather seats were long enough for two of me to lay down on each side. The trim, handles, and many of the buttons were real gold! There was a nice video and sound system, a mini-fridge, and even a tiny microwave!
A bouquet of flowers and an envelope with a card were on one of the seats. Next to them was a small box of chocolates from Switzerland. I noticed its “made on” date was yesterday!
The card had a rainbow above a white horse walking on a beach on the front. Inside was a picture of at least two dozen horses in a large pasture, and a cursive note in feminine handwriting. “We hope you’ll join us.” Along with the card, the envelope held a hundred-dollar bill.
I sarcastically thought, “Very nice, for people who want to sell videos of me fucking!”
I was a little offended at first, but the baroque interior of the vehicle mollified me a bit. I hadn’t even noticed the car wasn’t moving yet. I must have been admiring everything several minutes, by the time the dark partition slid down and John said, “Apologies, ma’am, but we’ll have a brief stop on the way. I need to refuel and check the tires. We’ll stop at a convenience store in about twenty minutes. If you’d like to smoke or have a drink and a snack, feel free. If you have any questions or need anything, just push the orange button to talk to us.”
“Thanks.”
The partition slid up and the huge limo gently pulled onto the street. I thought that if I had a car this nice, I’d go two miles an hour everywhere. I’d want everybody to see it and be jealous.
Out of curiosity, I slid open a wooden door. I saw several packs of cigarettes, a few cigars, ashtrays, and lighters. On the other side were drinking glasses and six kinds of liquor. The mini fridge had fruit cups, fancy sandwiches, and two bottles of champagne. I slid open another wooden door and found a full ice maker, several sodas, three kinds of beer, some wine coolers, and two bottles of wine. Another small cupboard held bags of chips, pretzels, and cookies.
I quietly squealed to myself as I thought, “Other than going to the bathroom, I’d love to live in here!”
I turned on some dance music and started moving a little to the strong beat. I had only smoked 5 or 6 cigarettes before, while I was drinking, but one might help calm my nerves. Some wine might help with that too, but I realized it might be a test from my new employer. I put the bottle of wine and pack of cigarettes back and had a diet cola and a fruit cup instead.