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!
