Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
The flyer said they were looking for models. I’ve had some experience back when I was a bit younger. I didn’t see any harm in going to the address and having a few pictures taken; they were offering to pay handsomely, after all.
When I got to the address on the flyer, it looked more like some swanky, rent-by-the-hour hotel room than any place to hold a photo shoot, but I went in anyway. There was a new purse I had my eye on. With the money from this single shot, I’d be able to pick it up on the way home. The man who greeted me seemed overly excited when he opened the door and welcomed me inside.
Model or Porn Star?
There were big silver things angled around a queen-sized bed—the kind most photographers use to position the proper lighting. A giant camera on a tripod was facing the bed, and it did sort of look like a photo shoot.
“Here’s the outfit.” The man who greeted me barked while shoving a set of white panties and a bra into my arms. “Change in the bathroom and come out when you’re ready.”
The bathroom was small, but I changed quickly, surprised the outfit even fit my body since I hadn’t called ahead or anything. I played with my hair a little and decided that if it were a boudoir shoot, my hair would look just fine.
I opened the bathroom door to find two large black men sitting at the end of the queen-sized bed. “Go on. Go sit between them, and we’ll begin.” All of the men were grinning, and I realized this wasn’t going to be the kind of modeling gig I assumed.
Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
https://phonesexcandy.com/candygirl/felicity/