She is beautiful, perfection. Her skin is smooth and unblemished, her cheekbones are sculpted, her nose small and delicate. Her mouth is sensuous and moist; when she smiles it lights up the room. Her smiles are rare. But it is her eyes that are mesmerising. Beneath darkly shaped brows and fringed with dark thick lashes, they are huge and captivating, silver grey; they miss nothing.

The face in the mirror stares back at me. The reflection is mine. It brings no particular pleasure or pride. If you look beyond the beauty and the cleverly applied makeup, you will see a face devoid of emotion, eyes that reveal nothing.

It wasn’t always like that. The same beautiful face used to smile and laugh, the eyes once sparkled with life and fun. That was before…

When life was full of adventure, hope and dreams.

*****

I left home when I was 19. Most girls of my age did. Our town was small and provincial like so many others and life opportunities were in short supply. I was one of the lucky ones. I landed a job in a lawyer’s office, nothing grand, typing, filing, unimportant secretarial tasks. The pay was reasonable and the staff friendly.

I shared a modest flat with a few other girls. We did the usual things. Nights at the cinema. Drinks at the various bars in the neighbourhood, then off to a club.

Life was fun and good. Occasionally, some eager males would buy us drinks, hoping for some action. It made our wages stretch further and a quick grope or more was a small price to pay. Chastity is so overrated and no fun at all.

I got really close to Anna, who was a workmate and flatmate. She was more mature than the rest of us. Oh not in years, but in the way she conducted herself. She didn’t often come on our girls' nights out. She worked overtime. I presumed it was at the office. She certainly had money and expensive clothes and perfume.

One night after work, she suggested we go for a coffee. I agreed immediately. We all looked up to Anna and strove to be like her.

She then took me into her confidence. Her overtime was not at the law office. She worked with a few others at a beautiful apartment complex, by the riverside. The work could be varied, but very lucrative. I immediately was interested. She explained it was a female-only group who specialised in photography. The shoots could vary. The story changed. They were hoping to move to short films as they had been really successful.

By now I was hooked. I wasn’t totally naïve and so when Anna told me that a lot of the work was nude, I wasn’t shocked. I thought she probably meant topless. I knew of page 3 girls who had made fortunes.

Take my tits out for photographs?

Yep, no problem.

We finished our coffee and Anna hailed a taxi. It was a short ride and soon we were in an elevator heading to the penthouse.

Once inside, I was introduced to the team. There were 4 others. I was reassured to see that two of them were older. They were Mags and Donna, an artistic creator and photographer. One other girl, Hilary, was a model like Anna. The other Laura, again slightly older, was the business brains.

They were really friendly and showed me round. The apartment was beautiful. Three bedrooms each styled differently from sweet and pretty, French Boudoir with mirrored walls and ceiling. I never saw the third room that day.

They explained that they had a huge clientele who purchased their photographs. They ranged from partially dressed to nude, with various costumes and lingerie. Whatever the client requested.

Looked like it wasn’t just my tits that were going to be on view.

This was no time for modesty and the money was a huge incentive.

Was I prepared to do a photo shoot to just confirm my photogenic appeal?

I agreed without hesitation. I was taken into another small room where Mags applied heavier makeup and styled my long black hair into a cascade of loose curls. When I saw the results I gasped. I looked the epitome of sexual lust. Was that red-lipped siren really me?

I then was given my “costume” to wear. I was going to be a bride!

The scenes were explained to me when I was in the studio area.

First pics, looking demure holding my bouquet in the floor-length, high-necked gown.

Click, click flash! I loved it, moving this way and that.

Next shots, the dress was off and I stood in a white basque with suspenders and white stockings and a lacy white thong.

Click, click flash.

This time I moved more, bending and stretching to hint at a glimpse of my tits and more than a hint of my bum.

Donna and Mags were fulsome in their praise encouraging my confidence. I was loving this.

The next shots meant unlacing the basque to slowly reveal my breasts, until it was removed completely and all traces of modesty gone.

They asked if I was happy to slowly remove the thong. By this time I was buzzing.

I eased it down slowly, teasingly, tantalisingly, then stepped out of it.

My black bush covered my fanny, but emphasised the white suspenders and stockings, my only clothing apart from a string of pearls and sky-high white stiletto heels.

To finish the set, I lay on the bed, with the bouquet. Arms stretched above my head, legs wide, a sultry expression on my face, an invitation for my “groom.”

A round of applause. The shoot was ended. I dressed and joined the others to view the results. I was speechless. The pictures were incredible. Ok, I knew my body was pretty good but this was something else.  I’d never actually seen my bum before. It was round and full. Just begging to be parted and spanked.  Where the hell had that thought come from? My breasts were big. With dark areolae, my nipples were standing to attention! I’d never seen them do that before.

My black bush hid what was underneath, but the final shots of my open legs gave a hint of the secrets within. The pictures were so arousing to me. What effect would they have on the clients? Did I want to find out? Oh yes.

“We have an open feed just now. Would you agree for these to go live once we’ve edited them? The clients pay in advance.  They get a few less explicit pics for a nominal fee, then are charged the full amount to view the complete set.”

I was desperate to see the reaction so I agreed immediately.

A short while later the shoot went live.

New to the Glam Girls Family, introducing Kat in her first shoot “Bridal Delights”.

The numbers viewing appeared on screen. A slideshow, depicting the first fully clothed pics, complete with a musical soundtrack were shown. My face smiled seductively from the screen, licking my lips in a promise of what was to come.

The screen also revealed the payment.

Initial shots, which revealed nothing were £20!! Surely no one would pay that. They did!

Everyone proceeded to the full shoot. The staggering amount was £250. I watched transfixed as the figures scrolled up and up.

Within minutes there were over 300 viewing my tits, bum and fanny. How erotic and arousing. I was thrilled.

I reluctantly left the room with Laura. She explained more about the business side. I had already signed an agreement which I perhaps foolishly gave scant thought to, thinking this was only a sort of interview. I never thought I’d be paid for this evening. I would receive 50 per cent of the takings. The rest went to the team. They covered all the expenses, the apartment, the equipment, the lingerie, the outfits etc., and their salary.

My mind was racing. Laura explained my takings for tonight so far were in excess of my monthly salary. The thought of where this could lead was intoxicating. Besides I had loved every minute. The thought of taking my clothes off, while being watched, and all those unseen eyes lusting over me and wanking had me soaking wet. The undiscovered whore and exhibitionist in me was well and truly out.

How far would I go?

“All the way,” a voice inside my head whispered, the same voice that had whispered previously undiscovered thoughts of spanking.

 *****

That was my first foray into the world of glamour photography, erotica and pornography. You didn’t actually think I wouldn’t explore those delicious, dark thoughts that had come unbidden to me. Did you?