Joanie in the City

Joanie moved to the city as soon as she turned 18. She didn’t wait to finish high school. She knew that she’d make it as a star, and she didn’t care what anyone said. She was tall, blond and green-eyed. And she had a perfect body. She knew that because everyone told her.
She’d been there for about two weeks when her money ran out. She had yet to find an acting job, or even get a decent audition. She set her sights a little lower and started trying to get a waitressing job instead. There were plenty of waitressing jobs that she could work while she waited for her big break. The problem was, none of them paid enough to support her.
She took a job at a small café, waiting tables and hoping for big tips. She’d been there about a week when an older man sat at one of her tables. After she’d served his drink, he asked her if she was a model. “You must be a model or an actress. A face and body like that would be wasted otherwise!”
“I wish,” she said. “I moved here to get an acting job, but so far, I haven’t even gotten a decent interview.”
The man was older, probably about 45, and had dark hair and eyes. He was staring at her legs under her short waitress uniform. “Do you have a portfolio?” he asked.
“No. I have a few pictures that my ex-boyfriend took before I left home, but nothing that was done professionally,” she sighed. “I just haven’t had the money to be able to do that.”
He nodded wisely and handed her a business card. “I’ll tell you what. If you will go to that address at 2:00 tomorrow afternoon, I’ll arrange for your portfolio.”
“I can’t pay for it,” she protested.
“We’ll work something out,” he said.
“I’ll be there!” Joanie walked away with a skip in her step. Maybe he’d let her pay him after her first big job. That would be best for her. Or she could clean his apartment, whatever! Just so she got to have her portfolio pictures taken.
*****
Joanie was five minutes early the following afternoon. She’d chosen a short skirt and sweater with a pair of heels for the shoot. She would have wanted to wear stockings, but she had a hole in the last pair and just couldn’t afford to buy any more.
She sucked in a deep breath and knocked on the door. The business card had given the name “Hector Johnson.” When he opened the door, she smiled sweetly. “Hi, Mr. Johnson.”
He opened the door wide. “Please come in. And call me Hector.”
She walked into his beautifully decorated apartment. She looked around her eyes wide. “I love your apartment, Hector.”
He grinned, trying not to laugh out loud at her innocence. “Make yourself comfortable and we’ll talk about what types of photos you’re looking for. I can also show you some of my work, and give you some ideas that may help you.”
Joanie sat down on the couch and crossed her legs, trying to appear as chic as she possibly could. It was hard to do when you were shaking with excitement. “I honestly am not sure of what I need. I have some of me lying across the hood of my ex-boyfriend’s car, and some of me looking at the camera trying to look sexy, and that type of thing, but they look really amateurish to me.”
“They were taken by an amateur, so of course they look amateurish,” he said snobbily. “Let me show you a few that I’ve done, and you tell me if any of them look good to you.”
He pulled out a book of beautiful photos. It was filled with some of the most gorgeous women she had ever seen, all draped artistically and looking fabulous. She flipped through it slowly, wondering if he could make her look half as good as these women did. “Wow. Is it possible for me to just leave it up to you, and tell you that I have no clue how it should look?”
He nodded. “You want to give me full creative reign?”
“Yes, sir,” she said softly.
“Okay, I can do that. Let’s talk about our trade for a moment.”
She nodded. “I’d be happy to clean your apartment or really whatever you need,” she was so eager to get her hands on photographs of herself similar to what he’d shown her.
“I have something else in mind,” he said. “I’d like three hours of your time for every hour that I use photographing you.”
She nodded. “That sounds fair!”
“Let me make sure you understand. If I spend an hour of my time with my camera, then you spend an hour of your time in my bed with your legs spread. Or in my kitchen. Or in my living room. Or on your knees sucking me. You will do as I say, when I say it. In exchange, I will give you the portfolio of your dreams,” he said clearly.
She hadn’t expected that. She hadn’t even considered that he’d want her to have sex with him in exchange for the pictures. “I don’t know… I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“You’re a virgin?” he asked raising an eyebrow.
“Oh no, there were a couple of boys back home, but I’ve never done anything like that as a trade for something I wanted,” she said.
“I’ll give you a moment alone to think about it,” he said. “If you decide to stay, I get my first hour, and then you get your twenty minutes.” He stood and left the room, leaving her sitting staring after him.
She warred with her conscience. She really wanted those photos, but she wasn’t sure she was willing to fuck a total stranger for them. Sure, he was hot in an old guy kind of way, but he must be her dad’s age. Was it really worth it to do him to get the pictures? She’d never had sex without having a relationship with a boy. And she’d certainly never done an old guy. She bit her lip thinking.
He walked back into the room and sat down opposite her. “Have you made your decision, my dear?”
She looked down at the front of his pants and saw that he had a hard-on, and that’s when she made her decision. She could make that trade. He was just like the other boys she’d done. It would be no big deal.
She nodded slowly. “I’ll make the trade,” she said.