Chapter 10
I did get my chance to do a centerfold not long after that, and I came through again. While I didn't break with their policy very much, I used a lot of backlighting on my subject to give her a softer look.
"Wow, we won't need much airbrushing on this," Mr. Baljoni said when he saw the proofs. After that, I got assigned quite a few of the layouts, and I always tried to improvise something a little different to make them more 'arty,' as Mr. B. called them. The circulation was growing, and he felt he had to keep pace with the competition.
Speaking of competition, there was no jealousy between Jim and me over my promotion. The size of the magazine had expanded, and he spent more and more of his time shooting special features, so everything went along just fine.
Mr. Baljoni came up with the bright idea to find yet another way of exploiting my body after I'd shot a few centerfolds. He decided that the time was right for the public to see me again, and to use the layout to publicize the fact that I was doing a lot of the photography. I had been given photo credits for my layouts, but he felt that it would still be a great way to use me once more in the nude.
He would run a feature on me taking photos of one of our centerfolds, Jim taking pictures of me as I worked. At least I was spared the embarrassment of having to shoot the layout in the nude, although you shouldn't think that Ralph didn't suggest the idea. But Jim came to my rescue, pointing out that it wouldn't seem authentic that way. Mr. B. backed down, agreeing with the logic, but he found a way around it by rerunning a picture of my first centerfold along with the article, plus some shots taken of me during the other previous sessions. You've came a long way, baby. But not that far.
Actually, the layout was to prove the undoing of Ralph as far as I was concerned. Once it appeared, over two years after I'd first been dubbed Miss May, I began to get a big reaction to it, and quite a few offers to go out on my own. Of course, I didn't think that much about it after we'd shot it, as we now worked about six months in advance. But when it did appear, and I got the surprising reaction, it gave me some bargaining power when I went in for a raise.
But I'll get to that later. For in the meantime, I got to do a couple more centerfolds, one that I remember in particular as I met Kathy.
Ralph was on one of his budget-cutting missions, and as he wanted to show this centerfold in a home atmosphere, I decided to shoot the layout in my apartment. I'd moved into a comfortable two-bedroom place by this time, and it would work out nicely for the subject we wanted to do, plus it would satisfy Ralph in that he wouldn't have to shell out any money on a location. Like I said, he could pinch pennies at times.
They brought Kathy into the office the day of the shooting, and was she a knockout. All modesty aside, she was the best thing they'd had since me. She was about five-five, and was she ever stacked. She had an innocent air about her that could be deceptive. I later found her to be quite intelligent, if somewhat flighty.
On the drive to my place, I chatted with Kathy and found that we had a common denominator-good old Edgar College. She'd gone there for a year, having dropped out to go after her goal . . . that's right, she wanted to be an actress. Ralph can't be wrong every time.
She was studying at a local acting school, and had taken on the centerfold gig as a way to help with the finances. She'd just walked into the place one day, bold as brass, and asked to see the head man. It was her lucky day, for the person she'd asked in the hall was the head man himself -Mr. Baljoni. He'd taken a liking to her and had offered her a chance to pose nude as a centerfold. He was especially pleased that this girl was an ambitious starlet who didn't mind using her own name, so this would be more authentic than usual.
Since she hadn't actually been in any movies so far, we decided to pose her in an apartment, waiting by the phone for a call from her agent. We would dummy up an acting class in the studio later on, as her school wouldn't go for the idea. Ralph was hoping that the centerfold layout would lead to a contract for her, as he could then point to her as one he'd given the big break to. Of course, Kathy wouldn't have minded it a bit. From the acting I've seen her do, in somewhat smaller parts in smaller productions than she'd dreamed of, I can see why she needed a gimmick to try and make it. I hope she hangs it up and finds another calling. But beyond that, she was a great kid.
I told her about my centerfold experiences, and she laughed with me about Mr. B., but hoped that she could get as big a break in her career as I had.
"Did you have to . . . " she began, but left the question unfinished when I broke up laughing.
We compared notes on his idea of screwing, both of us continuing the popular opinion that he was very one-dimensional and disgusting when it came to sex.
Our chatter had led to easy feelings by the time we got to my place. I've found that lots of girls feel more comfortable having a female photographer shoot them, although this isn't always the case. I've had the reverse work on me-girls thinking it was an insult and all.
I set up my lights in the bedroom first, wanting to get a few shots of her looking over a fake script while wearing some shortie pajamas. After that, I relocated the lights in the living room, while she stripped down to the underwear and applied what body makeup she could. As I helped her apply the rest of it, she giggled quietly, letting me know right then that she wouldn't mind fooling around with me later on.
But first things first-I didn't want to streak her makeup. I checked her with my light meter, then began snapping away with my trusty Hasselblad. I finally had her strip down nude, trying a couple of color shots for possible centerfolds-one with her holding a pillow in the crucial spot; the other with her lying along the couch, tummy down, her legs kicking up and her cute little fanny showing. The second shot became the actual centerfold.
I shut off the lights, realizing we'd accomplished all we could here, going over to the couch. As I pulled off my camera, sitting it on the floor, she playfully reached out and grabbed me by my dress, tearing it slightly.
"Hey!" I shouted at her.
It was a new print dress and I really liked it.
"What are you gonna do about it, spank me?" she taunted me, sticking out her tongue and wiggling her saucy rear end up at me as she did so.
I just about did, raising my hand in the air, and then remembered we'd have to shoot some more shots once we got back to the studio at Pussy. She wasn't trying to hide her masochism, that's for sure. I'd been with a girl like her before, a roommate back in college, who liked nothing better than to get her butt warmed.
"If I didn't have to shoot another layout on you, I might," I warned her. "But I can't mark up that cute little rear of yours or it'll show up in the pictures."
She pouted-boy, she really was one. "Maybe you'll do it to me later . . . if I'm bad?"
I told her I would, then began to take off my torn dress. At least I was at home where I could change it. After I pulled it off, I tossed it on a nearby chair, telling her that I should take it out of her earnings.
"Aw, don't be mad," she said in a little-girl voice. "Come over here and I'll make it all better."
She didn't try to hide much, I'll say that for her. I checked the clock and saw that we still had plenty of time before we had to be back to shoot the other scenes. I walked over to her, my eyes still sparkling in mock anger.
"I'm sorry I tore your dress," she said, reaching out to pull me down beside her.
"That's O.K." I reassured her, eager to see what this little bombshell could do in the clutch.
She got up on her knees and gave me a face full of tits. They were like firm jello, and I inhaled deeply, licking my tongue out at the cleavage between them. But she pulled back and shook a playful finger at me.
"I'm supposed to make you feel all better . . . remember?"
Whatever she wanted to do, just as long as she got down to it soon. She was really making me horny with that little playact of hers.
She then stripped off my bra and began to eat my tits. She was really a pro at it, despite her nineteen years, I could tell, she'd been around. She worked them up real good until the nipples were hard, then began sucking at me all over, even lapping at my armpits.
As I was going out of my mind to feel her tongue in my pussy, I pulled back and stripped off my panties. But before I could stretch out on my back, she had me kneel on the couch, facing away from her.
"I want to eat your asshole first," she told me, and then proceeded to fit action to words.
My anal ring gave way quickly as she worked her finger in. Then she slipped her tongue up there and began rimming me good, her hand sliding down to play with my buttocks. After she'd satisfied her scatological needs, she had me flip over on my back for the good part. And was I ready for it.
She ate me like there was no tomorrow, sucking on my clit until I had to beg her to stop as I'd had enough orgasms already. Otherwise I'd never be able to get back to work. I did her back before we left, telling myself that I had to get together with this little chick again.
Well, to make a long story short, she ended up moving in with me. She stayed on for several months, up until she got an offer from a European porno film-maker who'd seen her layout in our magazine. Yes, Ralph had finally started a budding actress on her way, but she hasn't made it far.
I was really sad to see her go, for I was at a turning point as far as Pussy went. I even began to resent Ralph a little more after she'd left, feeling that Kathy wouldn't have been discovered if it weren't for him.
Oh, our relationship had its problems, that's for sure. She really did like having her bottom spanked, and I wasn't particularly into S-M, but the results I got after I'd done it to her were hard to beat. I've never known a little gal who liked eating pussy better than Kathy did, before or since, and I hope she learns to apply her talents to some other field than acting.