Samantha's First Shoot (FF)
by Philip Harris

Samantha arrived early because she was nervous.  This was 
her first time doing this.  Her stomach felt queasy.  

This must be what actors feel like before they first go on 
stage, she thought to herself.  

She paused outside the photo studio door, asking herself 
for the hundredth time since yesterday if she really wanted 
to go through with this.  There's no turning back after you 
open this door, she realized.

Samantha had come here just once before, yesterday.  She'd 
come to this very same door and told the man who'd answered 
that she was applying for the job in the newspaper ad.  
Erotic modeling is fun and pays good money, the ad had 
promised.

"Hi, I'm Brian, come on in," said the man who answered the 
door.  He was maybe 15 years older than Samantha, but good 
looking.  He looked like a model himself.  

Probably because he hangs around with models all the time, 
and probably he goes to the same hairdressers and 
everything, Samantha thought.

"Have you done erotic modeling before?" Brian asked, once 
Samantha had entered the studio.

"Uh, no," Samantha answered.  She wasn't really nervous 
then.  Samantha was very pretty, and she knew it.  She was 
blonde (well, dyed blonde), and had a good figure.  Her 
breasts were a bit floppy, but her boyfriends had liked 
them.

"Let me see some ID," Brian said.  Samantha handed him her 
driver's license.  She was still standing in the hallway, 
just inside the closed front door.  Brian took her license 
into a small office just off the hallway and began to 
photocopy it.

"It says that you're 19 Samantha," Brian said over his 
shoulder, "Take your clothes off."

"Uh, here?" Samantha asked, looking about the hall.  
Besides the office where Brian was standing, there was 
another doorway open just a few feet farther along the 
hall.  Samantha thought she could hear somebody in that 
room, plus the hall ended in an upward stairway, and plus 
someone might open the front door and walk in at any 
moment.

"Right here, Samantha," Brian said, smirking as he came 
back into the hallway and handed her license back to her.

Samantha took her license and put it away in her purse, 
then placing her purse on the floor she reached up to 
unbutton her blouse, but then decided suddenly to take off 
her shoes first; then she unbuttoned her blouse.

She undressed with Brian watching from less than two yards 
away.  It reminded her of the time when she was 13 years 
old and some mean boys made her strip for them in the 
woods.  

First Samantha took off her translucent white blouse, and 
then her blue jean pants.  She looked at Brian, who nodded, 
and then she took off her lacy white bra and thong panties 
too.

Brian walked around her three times, while Samantha stared 
ahead into his cluttered office.  The office windows had 
Venetian blinds that were partly closed.  Samantha could 
see cars driving by in the street outside, but probably 
nobody could look in to see her.

"Erotic modeling isn't just posing in the nude, Samantha, 
it involves real sex acts.  Are you prepared to do that?" 
Brian asked.

"Uh, yeah," Samantha said.

"How many boyfriends have you had Samantha?"  

"Um, four--well, five," Samantha answered.  "Well, if you 
mean how many boys have I had sex with, it's, um, eight."

Brian stood before her now.  He reached out with his right 
hand and fondled Samantha's left breast, lifting it, 
weighing its sag.  His thumb caressed her nipple, and 
traced her smallish pink areola.

"Does it bother you to be touched?" he asked.

"No," Samantha said.  It didn't really bother her.  She 
felt her knees trembling with embarrassment, but she also 
felt sexy and turned on.

"The job pays $150 an hour," Brian said, "for four hours of 
work each time."  He was feeling Samantha's other nipple 
now too, with his other hand.

"But that depends upon sexual performance," he continued.  
"If you are satisfactory then you get paid the $150.  If 
you don't perform well then you'll get much less."

"What do I have to do?" Samantha asked.

"Everything," Brian answered.  "You have to spread your 
pussy for the camera; you have to fuck; you have to give 
blow jobs; you have to drink cum; you have to get cum on 
you; you have to play with sex toys; you have to have sex 
with other women; you have to have sex with several people; 
you have to be tied up; you have to accept anal 
penetration; you have to accept things inside your vagina; 
you have to do everything."

He'd stopped playing with Samantha's tits when she asked 
her question, but when he said, "you have to do 
everything," he reached out and started twisting her right 
nipple again.  Both of Samantha's nipples were erect now.

"Are you easily aroused?  Do you get wet?" he asked 
Samantha.  

Instead of waiting for her to answer he reached between her 
legs with three fingers.  She spread her legs apart as he 
felt her.  He rubbed her for less than a minute, and when 
he took his hand back he looked at his fingertips and 
rubbed her juiciness between them.

"Brian, we're ready you," a male voice called from the room 
down the hall.

"You get paid in cash at the end of each shoot," Brian told 
Samantha, as he stooped to pick up her pile of clothes from 
the floor and hand them to her.  "Be here at 9 o'clock 
tomorrow morning for your first paid session."

"Don't wear any underwear when you dress tomorrow morning," 
he added as he walked down the hall to the other room, "we 
don't want to have to wait for underwear marks to fade from 
your skin."

He didn't even ask if I want the job, Samantha realized as 
she dressed herself.  He must have been able to tell I'd do 
it when he felt me.

Samantha masturbated in her bedroom three times that night.  
Thinking about her audition and about what she would be 
expected to do the next day made her too excited to get to 
sleep without some relief.

"I've got another job interview," Samantha told her mother 
in the morning as she left her parents' house.  Now it was 
later that same morning and she was again outside the photo 
studio.  She took a deep breath as she reached for the 
doorbell.  The deep breath made her feel suddenly 
vulnerable because it reminded her that she wasn't wearing 
a bra.

"Good morning, Samantha," Brian said warmly when he opened 
the door.  "Are you ready for your first professional photo 
shoot?"

"Uh, I think I'm ready," Samantha said.  She was much more 
nervous this morning than she had been yesterday.  
Yesterday she'd thought that the audition might involve 
having sex with a stranger, but today she was absolutely 
sure that she'd have to do that.  She was going to be 
introduced to a stranger, and then right away she'd have to 
let him fuck her.  

Is he going to be a good-looking model with a big cock, she 
wondered?

Brian led her down the hallway and into the room that she 
hadn't seen before.  Samantha uttered a very quiet, almost 
giggly "hi" when she was introduced to Kenny, a skinny, 
dark-haired kid about her own age, but then she realized 
that he'd been introduced as Brian's assistant.  Kenny 
wouldn't be the guy who Samantha would have sex with, she 
realized.

"The changing room is back there," Brian said, pointing to 
a doorway with a bead curtain.  "You can wear one of the 
bathrobes that you find on the hooks, until we're ready to 
get started."

Evidently there was no paperwork to fill out for this job, 
Samantha observed.  She got up the courage to ask a 
question she'd been wondering about:

"Brian, uh, what about safe sex?  I mean, will the guy be 
wearing a condom?"

"No condoms here," Brian said, as if the question were 
silly, "and today no guys.  You'll be doing it with another 
new girl this morning."

"Oh," Samantha said quietly.  She'd never had sex with a 
girl.  She'd never been tempted by that.  When she'd 
masturbated last night she'd been thinking about guys with 
dripping, erect cocks standing in line to fuck her.  

Then she remembered that her pay would be based upon 
performance.  Was she going to be able to earn the money 
with another girl?

The other girl's was named Terri.  Samantha was already 
stripped of her clothes and sitting around in a white 
bathrobe when Terri arrived.  

Terri had black hair, and looked to be Samantha's age or 
just a little older.  Brian had said that Terri was a new 
girl, but she didn't look nervous or frightened at all.  
Brian introduced her briefly, then she quickly walked into 
the changing room, and before Samantha could get up the 
courage to follow her and talk with her, Terri was out 
again, wearing only a blue bathrobe.  

Terri was shorter than Samantha, heavier but not fat; her 
breasts were bigger and firmer.  Terri's face was pretty, 
but Samantha thought that her own face was prettier.

Kenny picked up a big light reflector.  Brian, standing 
behind a camera on a tripod, asked Samantha and Terri, "Who 
wants to be first on top?"

Samantha looked at Terri, whose eyes were friendly but 
seemed to say, Me on top!

"I've, uh, never had sex with a girl," Samantha confessed.  
She was speaking to Brian, but looking at Terri.

"Ooh, goody!" Terri said.

"Well then you'll start on the bottom, and learn your way 
up," Brian said with a laugh.  Kenny was grinning too.

Brian waved his hand toward a bed surrounded by photography 
lights.  The backdrop was painted to make it seem as if the 
bed was beside a rustic window overlooking a snowy valley.  
There was a winter comforter pulled down to the foot of the 
bed, bathed in the flickering orange glow of an electric 
fireplace.  Huge pillows crowded the head of the bed.

Samantha took off her bathrobe and placed it on the canvas 
chair where she'd been sitting.  She started to step out of 
the sandals she'd been told to wear, but Brian told her to 
keep them on until she was ready to climb into the bed, so 
that her feet would stay clean.  After Samantha got into 
the bed Kenny darted forward and took the sandals out of 
the shot.

Samantha arranged herself in bed as directed by Brian.  She 
reclined with her body turned very slightly toward the 
camera.  Her left leg dangled just a little bit off the 
bed, opening her legs in a view that was not directly 
toward the lens.  Brian made her twist her body carefully.

So that's why he felt my breasts so much yesterday, 
Samantha realized, he wanted a girl with floppy tits for 
this pose.  He posed her so that her left breast hung off 
her chest slightly more than her right breast did.  

Brian walked back and forth between the bed and the camera 
several times, positioning Samantha and then looking at her 
through the camera lens.  He spread her hair carefully on 
the pillows.

"I want you to have good sex," he told Samantha when he was 
finished, "but I don't want you to move from this position.  
I want you just like this when you cum."

He used the tripod camera to take a few pictures of just 
Samantha in bed alone, and then he told Terri to get into 
the bed too.

He positioned Terri just as carefully.  She was posed with 
her hands on Samantha's thighs, her large breasts hanging 
down, her body weight spreading Samantha's legs outward 
although Samantha was not allowed to move them.  Terri's 
long, black hair was pinned back with bobby pins so that it 
wouldn't fall across the side of her face that was toward 
the camera.

The posing seemed to take a long while, although there was 
no clock visible that Samantha could check.

"Okay, now we're ready," Brian said at last.  "Do her 
slowly," Brian told Terri just before he stepped back to 
his camera.  He pronounced the word slowly with extra 
emphasis.

"OH!  Oh!" Samantha gasped almost immediately.  Terri 
certainly had experience.  She used only her tongue at 
first.

"That's good!" Brian said to Samantha.  "Enjoy it!  Love 
it!  Let yourself want to cum."

Samantha tried to relax, but a small reluctance inside of 
her fought the idea of having sex with another woman.  She 
was also nervous about having sex while Brian and Kenny 
watched.

Brian seemed to understand.  "Just relax into it Samantha.  
She's making love to you, and a good girl always comes when 
it's expected of her."

"Besides, it's your job now," Brian added.  "Orgasming is 
part of your job.  Just be a good girl and let yourself 
want to cum."

Brian and Kenny both moved about the room very quickly.  
Brian had picked up a hand-held camera and was taking 
photos from all angles.  

Orgasming is part of my job, Samantha repeated to herself, 
and soon sexual feelings began taking over her.

At first Brian took lots of close-ups of Terri's face as 
she tongued Samantha's pussy, but as Samantha gave into her 
arousal he began taking more pictures of Samantha's face.

"Open your mouth," he told her, "and close your eyes."  He 
crouched down to photograph her face through the frame of 
her breasts.

"You are beautiful Samantha," he said.  "Show me with your 
face that you want to feel climax."

"Very slowly, Terri," Brian said, moving to photograph 
Terri again.  "Leave your tongue just there.  Leave it 
there," he repeated as he repositioned himself for another 
picture.

"Okay, now deep inside her," he coached, "take her to the 
edge."

"Samantha, put your arm back where it was," Brian said 
sharply when she started to sex-wriggle.  "Grab the sheet 
in your fist.  Twist it.  Let me hear you moan.  Moan 
loudly to tell Terri that she's doing a good job."

"Don't cum yet Samantha," Brian called out after Terri had 
been stimulating Samantha for a long while.  "Don't cum.  I 
want you to need it.  I want to see in your face that you 
need it really badly."

Samantha felt almost in tears.  She really did need to cum 
very badly.  She wanted to reach down by Terri's mouth and 
finish herself quickly.

"Give her a little rest Terri," Brian instructed.  
Instantly Terri switched to licking Samantha's thigh, 
cleaning her of herself.

"Ahh," Samantha screamed in frustration.  Her hips jerked 
involuntarily for a moment.

Brian stopped taking pictures for a moment and bent to 
whisper some instructions into Terri's ear.  She changed 
position, kneeling over Samantha's loins, straddling her.  
Terri started masturbating between her own legs with her 
fingers, pressing her pussy down toward Samantha's until 
Samantha felt the back of Terri's fingers brush near her 
own clit.  She arched her hips to feel the fingers more.

"Don't do it Samantha," Brian said, snapping pictures 
furiously, "just want it!  I want to see sexual anguish on 
your face."

"Oh that's good Samantha!" Brian continued.  He stood so 
that he could snap pictures of the view between her legs.  
"I can see juice flowing from you.  You're lovely." 

And moving again so that he could photograph both Samantha 
and Terri together he said, "Scream Samantha.  Scream about 
how badly you want to cum."

Samantha screamed in a long, drawn-out and genuine 
"Aaahhhh!"  Unable to behave herself now, she humped her 
pelvis upward, trying to touch her clit to the back of 
Terri's quickly-stroking hand.

Terri reached down with her other hand and twisted 
Samantha's right nipple reproachfully, quieting her.  
Samantha looked up to see Terri's own breasts bouncing 
above her.  Terri's nipples danced in and out of view with 
each bounce, and her smile as she looked down in Samantha's 
eyes seemed absolutely wicked.

"Kenny, get the medium toy," Brian said.  Kenny brought 
something to Brian, who handed it to Terri, and said, "Give 
it to Samantha."

Samantha felt a dildo being pressed into her hand.

"Okay Samantha," Brian said, "use two hands; dildo yourself 
with your left hand and frig your pussy with your right-
hand fingers.  Terri, ride her face."

Terri got off Samantha's loins.  Instantly Samantha turned 
the dildo on and used it inside her.  She came right away.

"I missed it, you'll have to cum again," Brian said, "this 
time use your fingers too."  He didn't let Samantha stop or 
pause.  

Samantha's fingertips had just reached her clit when 
suddenly Terri squatted over her face and covered 
Samantha's mouth her with pussy.  Samantha had never done 
oral service on a woman before, and she hesitated 
uncertainly.

"Keep playing with yourself Samantha," Brian called.  
"You're doing great!  Don't let me down."

As Samantha masturbated she felt Terri's hips grinding on 
her face.

"Inside me," she thought she heard Terri say.

Samantha opened her mouth and probed with her tongue, 
finding Terri's entrance, but Samantha was too timid to 
enter.

Samantha tits stung.  It took her a moment to realize that 
Terri was slapping her on her breasts--slapping hard right 
across the nipples.

"Make love to my pussy," Terri said.  Her voice was bossy 
and commanding.  

Samantha felt her left breast in one of Terri's hands, 
while Terri's other hand spanked right on the nipple, as if 
she were spanking a bad child's bottom.  "Fuck me," Terri 
shouted, and she began spanking Samantha's right nipple.  

Ouch!  She slapped across both of Samantha's breasts again.

"Make me cum on your face," Terri insisted.  Terri was 
thrusting her hips back and forth, grinding her pussy into 
Samantha's mouth until she found a position that gave her 
pleasure.

"Keep dildoing yourself," Samantha heard Brian say, 
although she could no longer see him.  "Give pleasure to 
Terri, but keep doing yourself too because I want you to 
cum when she does."

Samantha tongued Terri as best she could, realizing however 
that she wasn't nearly as skillful as Terri had been with 
her.  It was hard for Samantha to keep masturbating at the 
same time.  She wanted to cum again, but it was hard to 
stay focused on herself and on Terri at the same time.  
Whenever Samantha focused on her own pleasure her tits 
stung again as Terri slapped them in reminder.

Terri made little sex squeals that reminded Samantha of a 
yapping dog.  Vague shadows streaked about the room as 
Kenny and Brian moved to take pictures.  Suddenly Terri 
grabbed both of Samantha's nipples and twisted them hard, 
pulling them upward too, and then Terri's body shuddered 
and her pussy exploded wetly into Samantha's mouth.  
Samantha was surprised by the amount of Terri's juiciness, 
and by her own puzzling satisfaction at winning a climax 
from her.  

Immediately Samantha felt the dildo taken out of her hand, 
and then she felt her hands being brushed away as Terri 
leaned forward and took over Samantha's masturbation, 
bringing Samantha to an instant and slightly numbing 
vibrator-on-clit orgasm as Terri's hips continued to quiver 
and gush over Samantha's face.

"Very good girls!" Brian said, as Terri got off of 
Samantha.  "Terri, you're a natural, and I like the way you 
handled Samantha.  Samantha, I love your tits and the way 
you cum.  I'm going to give both of you lots of modeling 
work."

"Are you okay?" Terri asked Samantha as she looked down 
upon her.  Terri was now crouched over Samantha on all 
fours, her head turned to face Samantha's.  

"Yeah," Samantha said almost inaudibly, but nodding her 
head.  She was rubbing her sore nipples absently.  The 
experience had been fantastic for her, and left her in 
sexual bliss.

"You were very good for a first time," Terri said.  
Samantha realized that Terri was just being polite.

"That's it for the hour, girls," Brian said.  "Go freshen 
up, but don't get your hair wet.  Please be back out here 
at 10 o'clock.  We're going to do that exact thing over 
again for some more angles."

- end -

