“Nice to meet you,” she said, shaking my hand. “I’m glad Tiffany could convince you. It’s hard to find talent on such short notice. Especially one that could come so quickly.”
My brain only processed ‘nice’,’hard’, and ‘come’, but I managed to smile and respond.
“No problem,” I said to the woman responsible for most of my male fantasies.
She was medium height, taller than Tiffany, with shoulder length bleached blonde hair that was professionally dyed. Her face had firm features, high cheekbones, and pouty lips that I’d fantasized about many a time. Glancing down I saw that she was lightly tanned, wearing a short sleeve crop with a hood that that zipped in the front and a jean mini skirt. She had a smooth, flat stomach and her legs were toned and long and ended in low top white sneakers.
A slap on my arm from Tiffany brought me back to reality. “Sorry, what?” I said.
“Nothing, just snapping you back to reality,” she said. “I know that you’ve probably jerked off to Jenny more times than you’ve had hot meals, and I get that its kinda awe inspiring to meet her at first.”
She was right. It was hard to not imagine Jenny naked and sucking a cock that I wished was mine.
“Still, we have work to do so let’s get going,” she said.
“Can you explain real quick what all the action is around the house?”
“Oh, thats perfectly normal,” Tiffany reassured me. Not offering any more explanation, Jenny pitched in.
“We rent places like this for a week, or sometimes just a weekend, and shoot as many sets and movies as we can in that time. It saves time and money and gives us a nice backdrop for the magazine spreads.”
“Nice,” I commented, “efficient.”
“Practical more than anything,” Jenny said. “Producing adult movies and photos is lucrative, but few want to work with us. So we rent places like this, pay double the rates, and still make a good profit from the work we get out of it.”
“How much can you shoot in one week?” I asked as they led me out to the balcony. It had a view of the far off ocean, and below us were a sea of trees and Spanish tiled roofs.
“We’ve been here a few days, and already have at least 12 movies and about 40 image sets for various magazines.” Jenny said this as if it were perfectly normal.
Thinking about it, it made a lot of sense. You can see in any number of adult magazines a photo shoot done in front a pool. You never look at the pool, just the naked women, so that pool probably appeared a great many times in magazines all over in any given month.
“So,” I ask as we look out at the view, “what is it you need me to do?”
“You want the short version or the your dick version,” said Tiffany. Her comment did nothing to reduce the now irritating bulge in my boxers.
“Short is fine.”
Tiffany moved her lips in a circular motion, thinking. “You remember the shoot we did with Min?”
“How could I forget,” I said.
“Afterwards, when you and I were on the hill, and then later that evening?”
I just smiled at the happy memory. At least, what I could remember of it. Tiffany gave me a book of pictures we apparently took so I could fill in the blanks.
“We want to do that sort of setup. Passionate. Sexy. More erotic than pornographic,” she explained.
Thinking about it, I knew I could do what she asked. But I wasn’t sure if I could do it in front of Jenny.
“You’ll be fine,” Tiffany assured me, hugging me from the side. “Besides, how fun would it be to tell your friends you got to meet Jenny for real?”
“It’s entirely up to you, Paul, how we proceed,” Jenny said. “Not to be indelicate, but mens’ ego’s are easily bruised, and nervousness can lead to lack of performance, so if there is something that we can do to make you comfortable, we’ll do what we can.”
“I think it will be fine,” I said. “Its like trying a new skating trick; you just have to do it, fall down, get back up and do it again. I’m psyching myself out more than I’m nervous, I think it’ll be fine.”
“Great,” said Jenny, walking back inside. “Let’s do some test shots and then get into makeup.”
“Makeup,” I asked Tiffany.
“We’ll both have it. And yes, you need it. Camera flash is no joke and shininess leads to bad photos.”
Once back inside the spacious room, Jenny grabbed a camera. It was bulky, but it was also digital and expensive looking. These folks really didn’t spare any expense for equipment.
“OK. Drop your pants,” she said plainly, “let’s see what we’re working with.”
I tried to comply but my brain was caught up again by *the* Jenny telling me to drop my pants so she could examine my dick.
Tiffany, swooping to the rescue, said in a low, sultry voice, “Here. Let me help you.”
While I was still standing in front of Jenny, Tiffany sidled up beside me, undoing my belt with her hand. She slid down my pants easily, letting them drop to the floor. She the reached behind me, slipped her fingers into the waistband of my boxers, and slid them down my legs. She squatted as she did this, so her chest and face grazed my bare legs. Her face was close enough that I could feel her breath on my hardened member.
Rising back up, Tiffany put her lips to my ear, and whispered “Relax. It’s just me and you right now.” She took a firm hold of my cock and started to slowly stroke it. “You and I are going to have hot, passionate love making; you and I are going to cum multiple times; and you are going to cover me in so much cum I’ll need a firehose to wash it all off.”
Her words and stroking had the intended effect of getting me rock hard. I heard a few snaps of a camera and saw Jenny taking landscape and portrait shots of us. She also took a step forward and got a very up close shot of my cock in Tiffany’s hand.
“Well,” Jenny said as she put the camera down, “Tiffany was certainly not exaggerating. You have a great cock.”
Jenny saying I had a great cock nearly made me cum right there. I stopped Tiffany’s hand just before it was too late. The twinkle in her eye told me she knew what was about to happen and intentionally kept going. That minx.
“So,” Jenny said, bringing me back to the present, “make up, a quick trim and I think we’ll be ready.”
“Trim, for what,” I asked.
“Here, I’ll show you,” said Tiffany, smiling.
#
The one thing I think I was most surprised at is how comfortable everyone seemed to be walking around naked.
Male and female alike strolled into the makeup room in various states of undress needing a touchup here or there and Marco rushed to do as bidden.
Marco, to his credit, touched up dicks and breasts with equal professionalism. I am sure I would not be comfortable applying concealer on another mans penis, so maybe this would not be a good profession for me after all.
“So,” he said after washing his hands for the 80th time probably, “what are we doing here?”
“Hero treatment, basically, for the chest and stomach” said Tiffany. “Abs and pecks. Light definition. Some powder to knock off shine.”
“Okie dokie,” Marco said, and got to work. Taking off my shirt, he came at me with an airbrush. I shot Tiffany an inquisitive glance.
“Chill out. He’s adding some soft definition so it shows up better on camera.”