My wife Misty in the need to make some extra cash. Finds an add claiming that they'd pay two grand for an average BBW between the ages of 18 to 25 for modeling.
She pondered over it for a couple of days, she’d never thought about modeling before, assuming she wasn’t beautiful or hot. But the add did say average BBW. She looks down at her body and confidently check those boxes. And makes the call.
The man that answered the phone, sounded thrilled to meet with her and looked forward to interviewing her. He put her down on the schedule for the following Monday. At 1:00. The address was some place in downtown Memphis. She frowned at learning that, since she hated going to Memphis, but what other major city was close by. The man said to dress casual, which made her happy. Since she hated dressing up. But it did come to mind that they probably want to see what’s under her clothes. The whole situation as intriguing as it was. Still made her nervous.
The following Monday morning she tells me she might be late coming home. Claiming she had a little shopping to do.
I shake my head hearing that.
“ Baby you know we ain’t got the money for you to be blowing it on unnecessary shit! “
“ I know there’s something I just need to find. “
She didn’t elaborate on what it was. I just kissed her and we went our own ways.
At her desk at her moms office. She watched the clock until around 10:00. And walked into her moms office.
“ Mom I’m not feeling well…Think I’m getting a migraine. “
“ Well go on home and lay down. I’ll handle things here. “ Her mother said.
She proceeded to make the drive to Memphis then exited the freeway thinking she’d found the right road. She spends the next hour driving around lost as usual. In the days before GPS and cell phones. She stops off at a store and used a pay phone. To call the number for better directions. She tells the man where she was. And even through the loud noisy traffic she try’s to write everything down, luckily she wasn’t far off.
She finds the street then the building that looked old and almost abandoned.
“ This place is a dump! “ She says as her nervousness kicks in. She hesitates and thinks about turning back. But parks anyway. There was only a handful of cars parked around.
She forced herself along as she climbed the old broken concrete steps, holding the shaky iron hand rail for support. She walks inside a dimly lit hallway, not seeing or hearing anyone. She steps over and around the trash that cluttered the hallway, and spots a pair of men’s boxers lying in the floor along with a few spent condemns.
“ Eew! I sure hope I don’t have to take my clothes off! “ She said looking down at her high heeled boots. She comes to some stairs and slowly climbed two flights. Seeing more trash, beer cans and cigarette butts. Then a shit filled diaper. Another flight of stairs she finds one woman’s red high heeled pump.
“ Why is it only one high heeled shoe you see out like this? “ She asked herself making her way down another dark hallway.
Finally she comes to the door. She turned the knob and slowly opens it. Where there was a small waiting room, luckily it appeared cleaner than the rest of what she’d seen so far. She walks up to the counter, where a window was. From behind the glass a woman slides it open.
“ May I help you? “ She asks nicely.
“ Yeah I’m Misty. I’m here for the modeling job. “
“ Oh okay. “ The older woman hands Misty a clipboard with forms. “ Just make yourself comfortable and fill these out. “
Misty sits down and gets to work filling them out. It appeared to be the basic job application and W-2 forms. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary about them. She turns them back in and was told to wait.
ten minutes later the door opens. She sees an older man looking her way, nicely dressed in black slacks and a blue dress shirt. With the sleeves rolled up. He appeared to probably be in his late 30’s or early 40’s judging him only by his grayish thinning hair. But otherwise he looked fit. With his shirt unbuttoned a little, showing his hairy chest and gold chain.
“ Hi I’m Paul. You must be Misty?…We spoke on the phone? “
“ Yes that’s me. “ She walks to him. He extended his hand, she took it in hers assuming they were going to shake hands. But instead he took hers and kissed it.
“ Your very beautiful. “
“ Why thank you. “ Misty smiles back at him not expecting to hear that.
“ Please come this way. “ He leads her into a larger room brightly lit with photographers and camera men, standing in the background. There was a spacious clean couch sitting along the wall.
“ Please sit down and make yourself comfortable. We got to get to know one another first. “
She sits her purse down and sits, crossing her legs.
“ So how old are you? “
“ I’m 19. “
“ You in school? “
“ No “
“ You got a boyfriend? “
“ No I’m married. “
“ Oh does he know your here? “
“ No “
“ Do you know what we do? “
“ The add said modeling. “
“ Yeah that’s right. But that’s not all we do.”
Misty looks past Paul, and into the other room, where she saw a king sized bed, along with more lights and cameras. She gulps nervously knowing where this was probably going to go.
“ You ever did any modeling or film work before? “
“ No “
“ You nervous? “
“ Yes “
“ Don’t be…Just relax and be yourself. “
She sees a man walk out and take her picture.
“ You like sex? “
“ Heck yeah…Who doesn’t? “
“ Oh you’d be surprised. “
“ So how old was you? When you first had sex? “
“ I’d rather not say. “
“ What?…Was it like Junior high? “
“ Yes “
“ Was your first time a good experience? “
“ No “
“ Why not? “
“ He left me needing more. “
“ Oh I’m sorry. “
“ It happens. “
“ Where was the riskiest place you ever had sex? “
“ At school. “
“ Did you get caught? “
“ Yes “
“ Did you get into trouble? “
“ No I got more sex. “
“ Really? How many partners that time? “
Mistys mind goes into overdrive as she try’s to think.
“ I loose count after 8. “
“ Was it a gang bang? “
“ I’d say so. “
The camera man smiles and gives Paul a big thumbs up.
“ In the last year? How many other men have you been with?…Other than your husband? “
“ A few. “
“ Are those affairs you seek out? “
“ Not really. Seems like I find myself in situations that it just happens. “
“ How big is your husband’s cock? “
“ He’s six inches barely. “
The camera man gives Paul a thumbs down on that one.
“ With your fingers show me the length of cock you like? “
She holds her fingers out and thinks.
“ Okay so around 8 inches? “
“ yeah that’s the perfect size. “
“ You like them thick? “
“ I like to feel full and a good stretch. “
“ What’s the biggest cock you ever took? “
With her fingers she shows him.
“ What about 10 inches? “
“ Ten inches plus some. “
Paul and all the camera men smiled at one another. Definitely they were impressed.
“ How thick was that cock? “
Misty had to use two hands to show him what she could remember about it.
“ That was a black mans cock. Just so you know. “
“ So your cool with interracial work? If it comes up? “
“ Sure “
“ She’s perfect! “ One of the camera men whispered to Paul.
She pondered over it for a couple of days, she’d never thought about modeling before, assuming she wasn’t beautiful or hot. But the add did say average BBW. She looks down at her body and confidently check those boxes. And makes the call.
The man that answered the phone, sounded thrilled to meet with her and looked forward to interviewing her. He put her down on the schedule for the following Monday. At 1:00. The address was some place in downtown Memphis. She frowned at learning that, since she hated going to Memphis, but what other major city was close by. The man said to dress casual, which made her happy. Since she hated dressing up. But it did come to mind that they probably want to see what’s under her clothes. The whole situation as intriguing as it was. Still made her nervous.
The following Monday morning she tells me she might be late coming home. Claiming she had a little shopping to do.
I shake my head hearing that.
“ Baby you know we ain’t got the money for you to be blowing it on unnecessary shit! “
“ I know there’s something I just need to find. “
She didn’t elaborate on what it was. I just kissed her and we went our own ways.
At her desk at her moms office. She watched the clock until around 10:00. And walked into her moms office.
“ Mom I’m not feeling well…Think I’m getting a migraine. “
“ Well go on home and lay down. I’ll handle things here. “ Her mother said.
She proceeded to make the drive to Memphis then exited the freeway thinking she’d found the right road. She spends the next hour driving around lost as usual. In the days before GPS and cell phones. She stops off at a store and used a pay phone. To call the number for better directions. She tells the man where she was. And even through the loud noisy traffic she try’s to write everything down, luckily she wasn’t far off.
She finds the street then the building that looked old and almost abandoned.
“ This place is a dump! “ She says as her nervousness kicks in. She hesitates and thinks about turning back. But parks anyway. There was only a handful of cars parked around.
She forced herself along as she climbed the old broken concrete steps, holding the shaky iron hand rail for support. She walks inside a dimly lit hallway, not seeing or hearing anyone. She steps over and around the trash that cluttered the hallway, and spots a pair of men’s boxers lying in the floor along with a few spent condemns.
“ Eew! I sure hope I don’t have to take my clothes off! “ She said looking down at her high heeled boots. She comes to some stairs and slowly climbed two flights. Seeing more trash, beer cans and cigarette butts. Then a shit filled diaper. Another flight of stairs she finds one woman’s red high heeled pump.
“ Why is it only one high heeled shoe you see out like this? “ She asked herself making her way down another dark hallway.
Finally she comes to the door. She turned the knob and slowly opens it. Where there was a small waiting room, luckily it appeared cleaner than the rest of what she’d seen so far. She walks up to the counter, where a window was. From behind the glass a woman slides it open.
“ May I help you? “ She asks nicely.
“ Yeah I’m Misty. I’m here for the modeling job. “
“ Oh okay. “ The older woman hands Misty a clipboard with forms. “ Just make yourself comfortable and fill these out. “
Misty sits down and gets to work filling them out. It appeared to be the basic job application and W-2 forms. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary about them. She turns them back in and was told to wait.
ten minutes later the door opens. She sees an older man looking her way, nicely dressed in black slacks and a blue dress shirt. With the sleeves rolled up. He appeared to probably be in his late 30’s or early 40’s judging him only by his grayish thinning hair. But otherwise he looked fit. With his shirt unbuttoned a little, showing his hairy chest and gold chain.
“ Hi I’m Paul. You must be Misty?…We spoke on the phone? “
“ Yes that’s me. “ She walks to him. He extended his hand, she took it in hers assuming they were going to shake hands. But instead he took hers and kissed it.
“ Your very beautiful. “
“ Why thank you. “ Misty smiles back at him not expecting to hear that.
“ Please come this way. “ He leads her into a larger room brightly lit with photographers and camera men, standing in the background. There was a spacious clean couch sitting along the wall.
“ Please sit down and make yourself comfortable. We got to get to know one another first. “
She sits her purse down and sits, crossing her legs.
“ So how old are you? “
“ I’m 19. “
“ You in school? “
“ No “
“ You got a boyfriend? “
“ No I’m married. “
“ Oh does he know your here? “
“ No “
“ Do you know what we do? “
“ The add said modeling. “
“ Yeah that’s right. But that’s not all we do.”
Misty looks past Paul, and into the other room, where she saw a king sized bed, along with more lights and cameras. She gulps nervously knowing where this was probably going to go.
“ You ever did any modeling or film work before? “
“ No “
“ You nervous? “
“ Yes “
“ Don’t be…Just relax and be yourself. “
She sees a man walk out and take her picture.
“ You like sex? “
“ Heck yeah…Who doesn’t? “
“ Oh you’d be surprised. “
“ So how old was you? When you first had sex? “
“ I’d rather not say. “
“ What?…Was it like Junior high? “
“ Yes “
“ Was your first time a good experience? “
“ No “
“ Why not? “
“ He left me needing more. “
“ Oh I’m sorry. “
“ It happens. “
“ Where was the riskiest place you ever had sex? “
“ At school. “
“ Did you get caught? “
“ Yes “
“ Did you get into trouble? “
“ No I got more sex. “
“ Really? How many partners that time? “
Mistys mind goes into overdrive as she try’s to think.
“ I loose count after 8. “
“ Was it a gang bang? “
“ I’d say so. “
The camera man smiles and gives Paul a big thumbs up.
“ In the last year? How many other men have you been with?…Other than your husband? “
“ A few. “
“ Are those affairs you seek out? “
“ Not really. Seems like I find myself in situations that it just happens. “
“ How big is your husband’s cock? “
“ He’s six inches barely. “
The camera man gives Paul a thumbs down on that one.
“ With your fingers show me the length of cock you like? “
She holds her fingers out and thinks.
“ Okay so around 8 inches? “
“ yeah that’s the perfect size. “
“ You like them thick? “
“ I like to feel full and a good stretch. “
“ What’s the biggest cock you ever took? “
With her fingers she shows him.
“ What about 10 inches? “
“ Ten inches plus some. “
Paul and all the camera men smiled at one another. Definitely they were impressed.
“ How thick was that cock? “
Misty had to use two hands to show him what she could remember about it.
“ That was a black mans cock. Just so you know. “
“ So your cool with interracial work? If it comes up? “
“ Sure “
“ She’s perfect! “ One of the camera men whispered to Paul.
