Nerves.
My photoshoot for the online catolog was today. I was so nervous. Nervous that my body wasn’t good enough for this. Nervous that I’d fall down in the 5 inch heels. Nervous that I wouldn’t know how to pose and I’d look fat in all my pictures.
The first outfit I wore was a sexy FBI outfit that was tight enought o cause cameltoe. I looked in the mirror. I liked it. I felt ok. He told me to stand in the center of his backdrop. Time to strike a pose. First few pictures were done.
“O I like these. These are real’ hot. O yeah, these are workin.” He said.
That made me feel good. I was ready for more.
“Do you want to do Little Red Riding Hood or the sailor?” He asked.
Sailor’s sexier. “Sailor.”
I got naked in front of this complete stranger and changed into a sexy sailor costume marked 50% off from this past halloween. I was ready.
I could get used to this. Strike a pose. smile. strike a pose. sexy pout. strike a pose. smile. This is fun. I don’t wanna stop. This photographer definately has a boner.
“What else ya got over here?” He asked.
“A bunch of lengerie.” I said.
“I want something christmasy…” He trailed off and dug through my bag.
He pulled out a light pink lacy bra and panties. Once again I undressed while his eyes explored my body. My next set was on a bed in front of a fireplace backdrop and a christmas tree. Nice. I can work with this. I sang “Santa baby” in my head, as not to relate christmas with my family, but rather sex.
Clothes off. Time for something new. A pink and black lace corset with matching thong. I need help getting it on. He takes every oppertunity to touch me. And stare at my ass. What a nice photographer he is. SOO professional. Despite the fact that I feel a bit violated…I move on.
My next set is up on a table in front of a red rose backdrop. The poses start off easy enough.
“Face me. Uncross your legs. point your right foot. give me that sexy smile. chin up a bit.” He directed.
I was having fun. I’d never felt so sexy in my life. Then the poses started to get harder.
“How flexible are you?” He asked with a wicked grin on his face.
“I’m alright.” I lied.
“Okay. Turn around with your knees bent under you and you ass facing me.”
I did.
“No lean your head all the way back facing to camera, put your hands in your hair, close your eyes and open your mouth really sexy.
With a few grunts and muscle spasms, I complied. These better be good.
I shake and tremle for the next ten minutes while he tells me not to move a muscle.
Finally. Done. I roll out of the position. I feel a bit sick from stretching my muscles so fat with such short notice. O well.
I get dressed in my normal jeans and tshirt. He doesn’t watch this time. He has plenty naked pictures of me to look at on his computer. I walk over to pick my favorites, hand him the money, give him a hug goodbye, get in my car and leave. Ah, home to my boyfriend. First job, done. Successfully none the less.
Introductions.
The name’s Lux. I just got a job as a stripper and I’m pretty nervous. I went for the interview and the owner of the company is very nice. Strict, but nice.
It’s not a club. It’s a service for bachelor parties, birthday parties, ect. I can basically go as far as I want to minus sex. The farther I go, the more money I make. It ranges from half hour bikini shows to 2 hour, girl on girl, toy fucking shows. I don’t really care how far I go. As long as I’m making money. Judge me all you want. I don’t care.
So, let’s get to the point. I’m here to tell everyone what it’s like to be a stripper. A secret stripper more specifically. I’m here to let you know what it’s like to lie to everyone every single day of your life. The only person in my life who knows about this is my boyfriend.
I just want everyone to know. Not that it’s going to be bad. It could be the most fun I’ve ever had. It could be a nightmare. But either way, I have no choice. I have to do this.
To Be Continued…
