I got a curious package in the mail. I couldn’t figure out who sent it because there was no return address; but, someone apparently knew where I had grown up because my mom’s old house’s address was scratched out. I opened the box and found a few pictures of me, standing there…posing for the camera. I had to think really hard until I realized when the photos had been taken. It had been in my shrink’s office when I was a teenager! My shrink had locked me in his office to “think about how I was behaving” (a.k.a., getting caught with weed and boys in my room at night). And, he was out talking with my mom.
As I sat there, bored, I heard a rustling in the closet; and, a handsome young man emerged. He was probably close to college-age. He told me that he and his brother (who emerged from the closet and was younger than myself) would listen to their father’s sessions. The man produced a camera and said that he always took photographs so he could remember the patients and had his own files. I was listening but suddenly had the overwhelming urge to pee. I banged on the door, yelling that I had to pee. But, it was the youngest boy who said that his dad wasn’t coming back any time soon; he’d seen his dad “porking” moms before. I looked around, frantically searching for a restroom; the older boy pointed at the potted plant by his dad’s desk. I pushed down my panties and tried to squat as best as I could. Just as I peed, the boy flashed his camera, taking shot after shot; but, I had to pee so badly that I couldn’t stop!
Afterward, my face flushed, I belted him as hard as I could with his fists. “Hey, now,” he said. “You know, I know lots of people who would pay for these pictures.” I was surprised and listened as he promised me hundreds of dollars, which was a lot to me at that time. So, I agreed. I posed, leaned over the large orange chair, pulled my pussy lips apart, and tried to look as cute as I knew how. “Perfect,” he said. Now, give me your name and address, and I’ll send you money when you’re famous. Underneath the pictures was a thousand dollar bill; I was shocked. The sticky note, attached to the dollar bill, read, “As promised.” I wondered if I had become famous or if these pictures had been distributed underground; I wasn’t sure, but I got a sense of satisfaction in thinking that my teenage pictures were making men all over the world hard, horny animals!
I’m so proud of myself! All that hard work I did learning the names of all those fetishes actually paid off! I’m still only about half way done with the list but OH MY GOD! I GOT A JOB BECAUSE I KNEW THAT AUTAGONISTOPHILIA IS JUST GETTING HOT AND BOTHERED FROM BEING ON STAGE OR ON DISPLAY! When I went in to audition, so many girls there were talking about how this was “one of the most kinky auditions they had ever done” and stupid shit like that. The director asked me if I knew what Autagonistophilia meant, and I told him flat out. Pfft… all those dumb whores thinking this was gonna be crazy kinky should have done their research! Despite what people think, you do need to have some brains to do porn, not a lot, but some. Anyway, the film I did was super fun. All I had to do was pretend I was a sex slave on display and flash my cute little shaved cunt and wiggle my tits around! I think I might really have a shot at the big time!
