Too much

Tyrone's shifting cock reminds you of the difference between revealing your tits to him and stripping fully nude. You've grown up with page 3 girls in national newspapers posing with their boobs on display. You've flash guys your tits in the past and even have a picture of you and several friends standing there displaying your racks. But you don't show your kitty to random people. Your eyes flick down to Tyrone's heavy pronounced bulge and he misreads the situation and says.

"It's not padded out, it's really that big. Do you want me to let him out. As you're showing me yours I'll show you mine."

He winks and smiles, and can already see your reaction, you can read it in his face. That was his aim, get you naked, get his cock out and hope one thing leads to another so he can get his pregnancy risk video. You feel so stupid in thinking that it was just going to be photos and that feeling quickly turns to anger and you bark.

"No. No I don't want to see your cock! No I don't want to show you my cunt and no I don't want to be in some stupid pregnancy risk video! We are done here!"

"Woah, calm down. There's no video.."

You cut him off, you don't care what he has to say. Even with that initial outburst of anger subsiding you are not in the mood to be reasoned with.

"It doesn't matter. I know that you'll want a couple more photos, and then you'll want me to play with myself, and then some toys and the next thing I know you'll be pumping your cum inside of me. I can't carry on with this. I mean what the fuck am I doing here in the first place? It's crazy."

"OK. I'll be honest, from my point of view that would be the best case scenario. The studio wants sex. I'm not going to **** you into it. I just wanted you to relax a little more, get used to the camera and being naked and proud. I would ask whether you want to continue but I already know the answer. So lets get you down from there and dressed."

You pull yourself off the desk, in your rush you almost fall over, not quite but enough for Tyrone to make a lunge to catch you if you fell. He smiles and nods a little when you stand and compose yourself and proceeds to lift up the camera and selects delete, removing the photos. For a moment you forgot it was $500 for 10 and not $50 each.

You put your clothes back on in relative silence, when complete Tyrone shakes your hand and says how beautiful you are and how much he would have liked to have continued, but some things just aren't suppose to be. He shows you the door and you quickly make your way back to your room lest anybody sees your slightly crumpled clothes and assumes that the porn director had fucked you too.