Kristen gets excited

Kristen entered the rightmost room, which was strangely empty. She thought Rock said an aide would be in there. Regardless, she took a seat on one of the chairs and inspected her body. She had to look good for this photoshoot, she thought. She squeezed her breasts and inspected her landing strip and determined everything looked perfect.

After a few minutes, the door opened and a tall, handsome dark-skinned man walked in. He was older, maybe in his late 30s or early 40s, and was nicely dressed. "Hello, darling," he said. He spoke well and had a barely discernable Southern accent.

"Hello," Kristen replied. "I thought I had been forgotten here."

The man laughed. "No, you haven't been forgotten, beautiful." The man took a seat next to her. "I was running a bit late, and I apologize."

"No big deal," she said.

"My name is Jet," the man said. "Jet Black."

"Nice to meet you," Kristen said. "I'm Kristen Barnes."

"Kristen, you are quite the delicious treat," Jet said, taking her hand and kissing it.

"Thank you," Kristen said, beaming. She couldn't help but feel turned on by the compliments of the handsome black man.

"Your friend seems to be having a good time out there. A pretty blonde girl."

"That's probably Bria," Kristen said. "She's Miss Teen Minnesota. I'm Miss Teen Ohio."

"Well, the judges definitely picked the correct girls," Jet said.

The door opened and Rock walked in. "Hello, Kristen," he said. "Hello, Jet. Wardrobe wants you."

"Very well," Jet said. "I'll see you in a bit, Miss Barnes."

"Bye," Kristen said excitedly.

Rock sat down next to her. "I think you two will be great together."

"Together?" Kristen asked.

"Yes, you two will be in the shoot together."

"Oh, well, he's a pretty nice guy."

"Yeah, Jet is a real ladykiller," Rock smiled. "Anyway, just a few questions. Name?"

"Kristen Barnes."

"Age?" "18."

"Hometown?" "Whitehill, Ohio."

"Favorite sexual position?"

Kristen pondered his question briefly. "I think doggystyle. Yeah, definitely doggystyle."

"Have you ever been with a black man?"

Kristen blushed. "Well, I've had a few encounters with black boys."

"So is that a yes?" Rock asked.

Kristen thought about it briefly. "Yes. You see, there aren't many black boys in Whitehill, but I do have a tendency to seek them out on occasion."

"Good to hear," Rock said. "How many black men have you been with?"

"I would say maybe around 10 or so? It's hard to say."

"Have you enjoyed your experiences?"

"Oh, yes!" Kristen said excitedly. "With other guys, you never know what you're going to get. But with black guys, it's always good."

"Indeed," Rock said, writing on a piece of paper. "What is your favorite part about being with a black guy?"

"Their dicks, definitely. Always so thick and long, so powerful. Black guys always make me cum."

"All right, that's it!" Rock said. "Head out to wardrobe and I'll be there in a minute."

Kristen got up and left with Rock following closely behind.