It was an extremely hot day. Kayla stood in front of the W hotel in a black dress and heels The area was completely empty except for Kayla and the photographer, and they were working on shots for her modeling portfolio. She is twenty years old, with long styled hair to emphasize her beautiful face, vivid blue eyes, and pale Celtic skin. The photographer was the one that my agency used.

“I think that’s enough for today, Kayla,” I said to her and the photographer, lowering the camera and screwing the lens cap back into place. “Good, it’s so hot out here,” She replied. She couldn’t wait to get back to the air conditioned comfort of the limo to go to the private studio. We settled ourselves inside and adjusted to the cool darkness of the studio.

To profile your modeling portfilio, I prefer indoor shots. Indoor shots suit your skin better, but we have to have you in a wide range of different locations and styles. For an upcoming shoot,” I’ll need you wearing boots. How about these ones?” I pointed to a pair of black leather boots sticking out of her bag. They reached to above the knee and tied with black satin ribbon at the top. “Sure,” She said. As a model and a dancer, She was used to doing what She was told.

She wore the boots with a lacy red bra and matching panties, and over the top wore a red satin slip. It only just covered her thighs, and was cut very low at the front.”Perfect,” said John. She turned to walk into the studio, but I grabbed her hand and lead her towards another door instead. “Where are we going?” She asked naively. “I set up the basement for this shoot. I told her, it’s going to be different,” I said, smiling at her.

I opened the door. There was nothing there but a drop! Then she realized there was a ladder leading from the door to the basement below. She made her way down the ladder to the cold basement.Once we were both in the small room, she looked around. It was small, and made entirely of concrete…walls, floor, ceiling. The only entrance was the door which we had just entered by. There was a small sink and tap in one corner. Against one wall was photography and computer equipment. There was an electronic drum kit in another corner, and against the far wall was a single day bed. It was wrought iron and the head, foot, and one side of the bed were crafted from the metal. Made of black loops and spirals and was very intricate.

“This is where the shoot is going to happen later, Kayla,” I said, gesturing to the bed. “Is this for my portfolio?” She asks. “You can have some shots if you want to, but they’re really for a calendar for a private gentleman’s club I own” “Oh. Will I be getting paid for them then?” “Of course, I said. ” I nodded and continued standing there. “Now Kayla, hop on the bed and we’ll try a few different poses.”

I posed on the bed, while John watched from different angles and using different lights. After a while I stopped. “Ok, I have a pretty good idea of what we’re working with now. Come here Kayla, I want to try another prop.” She stepped off the bed and came over to me. She could smell my very masculine scent , and suddenly she became nervous. I stepped closer to her. I told her, without ceremony, to lie face down on the bed, with a pillow under her tits and her ass in the air.

Kayla did as instructed, her face pressed into the mattress, a pillow under her chest and her ass high and inviting. She presented a delightful view. I once agin marveled at my good fortune. Not only was I going to fuck this gorgeous piece of ass but I was going to be the FIRST to fuck this gorgeous piece of ass. “Are you ready to become a woman?” I asked.

“Oh Kayla,” I laughed. “I’ve wanted you from the first day I saw you. And now I’m going to have you, whether you like it or not.” She lay there, paralyzed with fear. She couldn’t open her mouth to speak, her brain had stopped working.