The man showed me some of his work, and I compared my body to each of the women in the pictures. He said he noticed I took longer looking at the pictures with two women. He said, "I know a girl you'd go great with."
"These aren't real couples?"
"No, they just get together for the shoot. Usually I pick 'em good, though, and they want to keep going longer than the shoot. Sometimes they go home together. That's what I'm all about -- I want you girls to have fun."
"Uh huh." I kept looking at the pictures.
He had me sign a release.
"What's this for?" I asked.
"Sometimes I sell pictures to 'Penthouse.'"
"I'll be in 'Penthouse?'"
"Don't worry. It's soft focus." He showed me pictures of fuzzy, unidentifiable women.
I signed.
He gave me a robe to change into. I came out of the bathroom with my shoes in one hand and my clothes and his robe tucked under my arm. "I don't need this," I said, and I handed back his robe. "What do you want me to do?"
He said, "Just lie down on the bed and enjoy yourself."
I laid down, but I didn't know how he wanted me to enjoy myself, so I asked.
He said, "Maybe you'd like some oils and lotions to put on your --"
"No," I said, "I'm fine."
He said, "Just do what you'd normally do alone in bed."
So I started masturbating. But when I masturbated, the only thing that moved was my index finger and my clitoris. He told me to rub my stomach and my thighs, which meant I had to stop masturbating, but he didn't see it that way, and he clicked clicked clicked.