Izzy Leigh

Jake nodded and looked to Marissa to see what name she might like, but Jenni spoke up first.

"Izzy Leigh," she smirked. "It suits her."

Marissa gulped, opening her mouth to ask why, but unable to get the words out.

"No protest?" Jake asked, and she looked helplessly at him.

"She likes it. It sums her up perfectly," the amazon chuckled.

"Okay," Jake shrugged. "I like it. Initial this please," he said, turning the contract to where he'd written her acting name to be 'Izzy Leigh'.

Squirming under the heat of Jenni's gaze and basking in her approval of the name Marissa scratched her initials into the page.

"Okay. Now the photo-shoot," Jake said, taking the contract and standing. "Jenni, if you will?"

Marissa felt like she could've cum on the spot if it weren't for the curse. Was she going to be able to have sex with Jenni like she'd been dreaming of?

In a daze she walked through the door Jenni indicated. She wished Jenni were walking in front of her with her buttocks clenching with each stride, hips swaying from side to side. She practically hyperventillated thinking about it, her pussy juices actually dripping down her eager, but useless cunt.

"Get some clothes from the closet," Jenni ordered, and Marissa found herself staring at her, prompting an irritated sigh from the muscular girl. "For these pictures we show how you look in clothes, then how you look taking them off and finally naked.

"Oh," was all Marissa could say.

"You're a slut, I get it, you'd run around naked if you could. Put some clothes on."

Marissa was horrified to hear herself saying, in a playful tone, "Am I distracting you?"

Jenni snorted, going to one of three cameras, not sparing so much as a glance for Marissa nakedness.

Disappointed Marissa went to the wardrobe and search through it for something that would fit. The clothes inside were made for woman who were either taller or bustier than her.

Finally she managed to find a pink latex mini and matching boob tube. It looked like something a hooker would wear, but she figured she couldn't be picky and pulled it on. It took a bit of searching to find shoes for it, but she finally found some white platforms. She hesitated at the panties, but fished out a blue thong that looked like it would fit and wriggled into it.

"Get over the the makeup table and I'll fix you up," Jenni said, and Marissa eagerly obliged, happy at the proximity it would give her to this big beautiful woman.