Chapter 4

But the time went on, and the problems came closer and closer, no matter how hard I tried to forget them by balling myself senseless whenever possible. I began to feel somewhat different when compared with my friends, my ordeal separating me and making me feel older than my years. I knew I had to do something soon-it was December and Pd only have another couple of months before I had to make my decisions about the future.

I had been toying with the idea of calling Herb to pick up the fifty bucks when I ran into him at a party. I approached him and told him I was willing, and he really seemed pleased. I guess what he got were mostly dogs. I didn't really know too much about men's magazines in those days, having looked through a few that my dad had lying around and being pretty unimpressed. But I was desperate and willing to put myself in his hands. He reassured me that, in my case, he'd be willing to give me a ten percent share of any profits he made, so it sounded good.

We'd set up a shooting for the following day. I was surprised to find that Herb worked out of his apartment, rather than a studio, so I surmised that he wasn't making all that much money at his job. What the fuck, I shrugged, ringing the doorbell, at least I'd get fifty bucks for the gig.

Once inside, I saw that Herb was all set for the shooting. He had a really nice apartment, but confessed that he was sort of cramped. He only had two bedrooms, and one of these was used as a makeshift darkroom. As he showed me around, pointing out the enlarger and all, he was surprised of my knowledge of photography. I told him of my interest and that I'd done it at school.

He offered me a drink to get me more into the mood of things, and then I changed into my bikini. He started out shooting me with a variety of lights in front of a seamless paper backdrop, then had me switch to panties and bra for a few poses on the couch as if I were at home.

I felt a little ridiculous striking some of the cheesecake poses he wanted, but I was surprised that I wasn't uptight about displaying my body to a man who was almost a stranger to me.

He saved the color photos for last, using some backlighting for a couple of complete nudes. I held a towel in front of my crotch, as things like that didn't go back then, and then the edge of a sheet for some other shots. Once it was done, he congratulated me and handed me a check for fifty dollars.

"I'd like to do another series with you sometime," he told me, as I relaxed on the couch, wearing only my panties.

"Don't you want to wait and see if you can sell these first?" I smiled.

"Oh, they'll sell all right," he assured me. "You're the niftiest chick I've ever shot . . . I'm not kidding. I'm going to try the big market before I try the secondaries. You know, Playboy, Adam, even Pussy."

Outside of Playboy, I'd only seen the other magazines mentioned by him on the newsstands. He went on to tell me that he thought he really had a good shot at the latter two-he'd already sold some layouts to Adam, and Pussy was also a local outfit. It seemed that Pussy was the fastest-growing adult magazine around, a fairly new publication that was the first serious competition Playboy had had up until then, Penthouse not yet having appeared on the scene from England.

"It's always easier if you can walk in from the street instead of dealing through the mails," he told me. "If I could sell this layout to Pussy, I've got a feeling we could make some big money out of it."

"Come on."

"I'm not shitting you, Baby. Pussy is really going now, and they want to soften their image. They want fresh faces because they've started running centerfolds. That's the first place I'm going to try."

"And you want to shoot me again while my price is cheap," I laughed, not really believing him.

"Hey, don't knock it," he said, his face becoming serious. "You get a centerfold in a magazine like that, and no telling what might happen."

"I'm not sure I want to," I answered, wondering just what kind of man it was that read Pussy.

I then began to gather up my things, intent upon getting that check to the bank while it was still negotiable.

"Hold on," he told me. "Why don't you stick around for awhile and have another drink."

"Is this official business?" I laughed, realizing that he was leading up to something else.

"Not exactly," he answered, pouring the drinks.

"It's not often I get to shoot a girl that looks like you. If you leave me alone in here so soon, there's no telling what I might end up doing. So please stick around for a sec."

Well, shit, I thought, might as well see what happens. After all, shaky as it was, this was my future. At least it was a step towards making some money-I'd made up my mind that I'd be a working girl after this semester.

We chatted for awhile, sitting next to each other there on his couch. He was a pretty nice guy, witty and all. I'm not sure if it was his jokes, or the drinks he kept pouring into me, but I was laughing my head off before long. I hadn't even realized that I was sitting there with my tits hanging out, my panties the only thing between me and total nudity.

But the way he kept looking at me made me realize that he was not hitting me at eye-level all the time. Usually, he was staring at my tits. As I was feeling pretty horny by this time, I decided I'd better take the initiative and move things along. One thing I'd come to learn from my partying at Edgar and that was not to be shy. If you wanted to screw someone, a girl could sometimes give a guy a boost by taking on the aggressive role.

"Well," I said, putting the empty glass down. "Are you going to do something about our situation, or are you going to wait till I leave, run into the darkroom and beat off at the proof sheets ? "

This is about as forward as I'd usually get in those days, and I think I surprised myself as much as Herb. But he recovered well, put down his drink, and scooted over closer to me.

"I shouldn't have told you about all the possibilities," he said, "it's already going to your head."

"I'm not talking about that," I smiled. "I've already got the check. I'm talking about the here and now."

"Well," he said, following my lead, "let's stop talking about it and do something about it."

"That's exactly the point I've been trying to make."

With that, he stripped off his clothes. His goggling of my tits had gotten him worked up already, I could see, for when he yanked off his jockies his cock flapped out all red and hard.

I felt like lunching him when I saw that beautiful cock, so I fell to my knees and took it into my mouth. Might as well do a little PR work, just in case he wasn't bullshitting me about the photo bit. I took the tightly-stretched head into my mouth and began running my tongue over the surface. He braced himself, holding onto my shoulders, as I began to take the shaft into my mouth, bobbing my head up and down as I ate him.

"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Eat it. Eat it all up!"

I did my damndest, sucking and blowing on that mother for all I was worth. In no time at all, I felt the hot spurts of come shooting into my mouth. I swallowed it all down.

I laid back on the couch while he repaid the favor. He was really good at eating pussy, and I was really thrashing around when he suddenly jerked up and mounted me-the eating scene had revived his powers. He shoved his cock into me and balled me senseless. All in all, it was a nice bonus on top of the pay I'd gotten for posing. This sort of thing could get to be a habit.