Some photos could be fun

Photos are an idea, you were expecting photos. Admittedly photos with your clothes on but none the less they are photos. Even if they are on the internet you can deny they are you, even if they look like you - you bet they Photoshop the hell out of them. Give a stage name too and tell them if they need to specify a country then American. You almost giggle to yourself for your masterful plan and say.

"Yeah, some photos could be fun."

The man beams as he puts down the video camera and says.

"Excellent. Now what should I call you? I'm Tyrone."

You mull it over for a second, trying to think of a good name. You think through friends names, trying to combine something that sounds sexy or sultry when Tyrone says.

"Stage name huh? How about Scarlett for now. We can add a surname later if we need to."

You smile and nod as Tyrone reaches into a bag, pulling out a camera case and then the camera. Your no photographer yourself but can tell its an expensive piece of kit which is relaxing as he must be a professional. He turns back to face you, holding up the camera and taking a quick picture, the flash dazzling you for a second before he says.

"Looks good, shall we get started?"

You're soon in picture after picture, several in a the same or similar poses. Tyrone is commanding, patient and precise. How you slightly bend your hips, angles that you tilt your head. Slowly buttons get undone and your skirt pulled higher around your waist, your flesh coloured underwear on full display. Then comes the command to pull your bra down to reveal your tits. There is a moment of hesitation and doubt, the next step into something more taboo.