Men's Mag Photo Shoot

[patford31769]

So this guy walks into the exotic dance club where I work and hands me a card. His card says he's a photographer for a men's magazine I've actually heard of, although it's not as well known as Playboy, Penthouse, and Hustler.

He says I look amazing and he'd like me to pose in his magazine. Of course I'm fallttered. But on reflection, I grow nervous.

See, I have several problems with posing for him

First, although I'd heard of this magazine, I'd never actually seen it. How sleazy or tastefiul were its typical photos? I'm perfectly willing to show off EVERYTHING...hell I do that for men every night...and I get paid DAMNED well for it, thank you...but I won't let myself look sleazy or disgusting. No jamming my whole fist up my pussy, no sex photos with animals, no trying to swallow down some 15-inch freakish cock, no being turned into an anime image being fucked by a monster with horns and hooves. I want the photos to be just pretty and sexy and, well, ELEGANT. I happen to think the naked human body is VERY beautiful, and I'm proud of mine and I love to show it off.

Second, even if I do find the magazine's layouts sexy and not raunchy, how do I know the number on this guy's card isn't phoney? How do I know he really works for the magazine as he says?

Then there's the fact that I'm in a committed relationship. TWO of them, actually. Lola, Norman and I share absolutely EVERYTHING...including one enormous bed! How would THEY feel about me posing in a magazine?

And what about the fact that Lola, who's also an exotic dancer (in fact we met because we work together), is at LEAST as hot looking as I am? I wouldn't feel right about posing unless she either poses with me or gets a layout of her own. They would have to agree to print her pictures, too, or that would be a definite deal breaker. But one look at hot, sweet sexy Lola naked, and I just KNOW they'll agree to my terms!

Then, too, the gentlemen's club doesn't really like the girls posing unless it somehow gets them publicity for the club. Like, either the magazine has to let me plug the club in my pictorial, or the magazine has to let the club publicize that I was in their magazine.

And our two daughters, both age 10. They know what Mommy Lola and Mommy Patty do for a living, that men pay us handsomely to dance on stage in front of them with our clothes off, and in fact both girls now aspire to grow up beautiful enough to dance for men for as much money as we make! Still, if they should see one (or both if the magazine agrees to do a pictorial of Lola, too) of their mommies sprawled naked across the pages of a magazine, how would our daughters react?

I cleared everything with Lola, Norman, and the club management. Everyone was far more encouraging about it than I expected.

I even told our girls their Mommy Patty was going to pose for a men's magazine. They asked me if that meant I was going to be famous, and I told them yes, a little bit, and only for a couple of months, and soon everyone would forget about me in that magazine. I asked what they would do if some mean boy at school taunted them about my posing. With surprising maturity, the girls told me that would just be the boys acting jealous because THEIR mommies aren't as special!

So there was one last hurdle to my posing. Determining whether this guy was truly legit!

So I went to the adult bookstore next to the gentlemen's club where I work, and I bought the latest issue of this magazine. The layouts were surprisingly beautiful, elegant even, and sexy as hell! OK, I could DEFINITELY get into being all dolled up and sizzling hot, showing off absolutely EVERYTHING in this magazine's pages.

So I called the number on the contents page of the magazine--I didn't trust the number on the buisiness card-- and asked if the dude who gave me his card is legit. They assured me he's one of their best photographers and I should check out page 39. So I did. I saw his photo credit under beautiful photos of the most amazing sizzling hot, sexual, sensuous woman imaginable! Her stats said she was 5'8", 38C-24-36. She had the prettiest, poutiest lips: both on her face and between her legs! Damn if I could look THAT good in their pages, well, I could DEFINITELY get into that! And if I didn't already have Lola in my life...and in my bed...that would be one pussy I wouldn't at ALL mind licking and slurping on ALL night long! I kind of hoped that when I pose, I'd get to MEET the model on page 39, and TELL her how hot I think she is and what I daydream of doing with her! I wsn't quite sure what I wa expecting if I ever DID meet this model...I could NEVER betray Lola with another woman...but nevertheless it was a HOT fantasy to enjoy in my mind!

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OOC: This story needs men to play the role of the photgrapher and other magazine staffers, and women to play the role of other models posing for this men's magazine. Let's get the photo shoot started, and let's see where the story takes us all!

 

[kittykateater]

OOC: Once again Patty and I get to play on each other's threads. Nobody else seems to want to play with either of us, and we always seem to play tiogether...lucky me! I gert to have this sexy lady all to myself yet AGAIN!

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Ron the Photographer

I don't know what drew me into that club on that particular night. I never frequent strip clubs...EVER! As a photographer for a minor men's magazine, I actually see MORE pussy than I care to. In fact, it makes me feel downright lonely sometimes, because I have no woman to come home to, to fall into her arms, to slip my tongue OR my cock into her pussy. Sure I occasionally get to bed a sexy model, but there's no love, no emotion, just the physical act. Yeah that's exciting and phuysically gratfying for all of 10 minutes, but it's not mentally, emotionally, or spiritually fulfilling, and after I've bedded yet another hot model, THEN what?

Sadlly, I chose career over family, thinking it would be so cool to be photographing naked pussy all day every day, but it actually gets OLD! Many's the day I regret my choice.

So as I say, why would I go into a strip club? That's like a busman's holiday.

But this club was different somehow. For one thing, they call themselves a gentlemen's club, not a strip club, and the girls insist they are exotic dancers, not strippers. The atmosphere is very high class, and the prices refelect that. There's no sex or even dating between customers and performers. I talked to four performers that night, and they are all in steady, serious, committed relationships, not looking to hook-up with a customer. So why do they take their clothes off for money? First obviously it pays grreat, but also it seems to make them feel good about themselves, that men find them so attractive. Their boyfriends/husbands love it: Hundreds of men drool over their girl, but she comes home to HIM, to HIS arms, to HIS bed, each and every night. That has GOT to make a man feel special!

These girls exuded elegance from every pore, in their every dance move on stage, even in their choice of costume and how slowly they removed those costumes. I felt these girls would really class up our nmagazine, and I switched from customer to recruiter.

One girl in particular caught my eye. She wasn't the standard blue-eyed blonde. In fact, her skin was slightly darker than standard, her eyes were an intoxicating almond brown, and her hair nearly black. She was a littke older than our usual mmiodels, maybe late 20s instead of 19, but she still looked smoking hot and her mature soophistication I think only made her more appelaing. Her breasts were full and round and best of all 100% natural. OK, they weren't the enormous 48-DDs of most of these overly boob-jobbed dancers, but at an an all-natural 36-C they were VERY nice. SPLENDID is the word that pops into mind. Or better yet: SPECTACULAR! Her areolas were wide and reddish-brown, her nipples hard and pointy, jutting out so proudly in front of her that just watching her on stage, soon I was rapidly gaining something jutting out proudly in fron of ME!

After she finished dancing on stage, she came down and sat at my table. She introduced herself as Patty and we talked for a littlle while. I told her I'm a men's magazine photographer and I handed her my card, asking idf she's like to appear in our magazine. Then I realized that sounded like a cheesy pick-up line, and I assured her I wasn't interested in her in THAT way.

She seductively sklithered and wriggled herself onto my lap and pouted, "Why NOT? Why AREN't you interested in me in THAT way? Don't you find me ATTRACTIVE?"

My cock betrayed me now, instantly springing to attention.

"Ooooh!" she giggled. "I'll take that as a YES!" as she ground her barely-covered pussy even harder against the front of my trousers. "I don't usually say this to customers, but that's a VERY nice cock you've got there. I'll bet your WIFE is very happy!"

"I have no wife," I replied, a note of sadness in my voice.

"Girlfriend?"

"No," I whispered, gul;ping back tears.

"So you mean, you haven't been laid in a while."

"Mmmm..." I ponderd. "eah, about two years now.

"Oh, you poor man."

"OK, you gonna get all porno on me now? You gonna tell me you're the girl to remedy my long dry spell?"

"No, she laughed. "I HAVE a boyfriend and I'm not looking for sny other partner. But I do think I can help make you feel a littel better!"

She stood up and reached for my hand, and in a fog, I let her lead me to the back room.

"It's two-fer night tonight!" she smiled. "Two lap dances for the price of one. Or 20 for the price of 10 if you prefer."

She danced in front of me as she slowly removed her top. I handed her a crisp new $100 bill. "This should get things started," I smiled. I made sure she noticed that I held four more of these bills in my hand as she slowly started to grind her skimpy panties against my lap.

"You know," I grinned as my hard-on pressed up against the front of her tiny panties, "The money I'm holding in my hand is mere chump change compared to what you would earn if you let me photograph you for our magazine." Somehow I felt a photo shoot with her would be exciting, not the same-old same-old rut.

"Let me think about that," she smiled. "I'd have to OK it with the club management. And with my live-in boyfriend. Oh and of course with our live-in girlfriend too!"

Now this sounded like someone who leads a life our readers would enjoy hearing about, as much as they would enjoy seeing her pictures. A woman who works as an exotic dancer, and who shares her bed every night with a man AND a woman?

"Oh, and I want you to shoot pictures of my girlfriend, too. She also works here. Her name is Lola, and she is so damned HOT she almost makes ME look ugly! Come back in tomorrow night and see her for yourself, and decide if you want to photograph us both. We're a package deal! Oh, and I'll have your answer for you tomorrow night, too."

I'd never had a model tell me she wouldn't pose unless I photographed her friend, too. I was about to tell her forget it, I don't accept conditions, you either sign up for a photo shoot or you don't, makes no difference to me either way. But then I realized I wasn't being honest with myself. Damned RIGHT it made a difference whether I photograph her or not. It's kind of like missing the chance to take those first nudes photographs of Marilyn Monroe that launched the Playboy empire!

Plus, if Lola was really cuter and sexier than Patty, as Patty claimed, well how could I miss seeing her for myself?

So I came back the next night, and I watched them BOITH up on stage. They playfully undressed each other, kissed with a fierce passion, tongues wrestling with each other as they ground their panties against each other. They then slid each other's panties off, and turned to face the audience, slowly spreading their legs and sliding down toward the floor until trhe audience coulld see absolutely EVERYTHING! Then Patty slipped a finger into Lola's pussy, and Lola did the same for Patty. Both women sighed softly, their hips slowly wriggling as they began to half moan in desire , half purr in contentment. They both let out a sort of a grunt, so softly that I scarce was sure whether I really heard it or merely imagined it in my fevered enjoyment of their stage act. But when they each held up a moist and glossy finger to the audience, I knew that the soft orgasmic grunt I'd heard both ladies make was no hallucination.

The crowd cheered widly, nobody cheering more enthusiastically than I did. These two were stunningly beautiful, sizzling hot and sexy, and very much in love with each other...no, those mere words don't BEGIN to do them justice!

I knew that the passion they displayed for each other on stage was WAY beyond what our magazine's editors would allow us to print. But if my lens could somehow capture the love and devotion they have for each other, in an erotic but not overly explicit way, well I think we'll set a new sales record with this issue! I knew that capturing that feeling on film would be the greatest challenge of my career.

It took a lot of pleading and persuading, but I finally convinced our editor that these two were worthy of photo layouts in the next THREE issues. Show Patty first to whet the reader's appetite. The following month show her slightly-younger, cuter, sweeter, more inncocent looking girlfriend, and make it clear that those two stunners share a bed and share a very lucky boyfriend. Then the third issue would show the two of them together in loving and romantic ways that would move the issue of the shelves faster than we could print them!

The editor-in-chief was reluctant to have three whole issues devoted to them...until I showed him test-prints of Patty and Lola together. "Do whatever you wnat!" he told me. "You're right, these two are going to drive our circulation straight through the ROOF!"

Then he surprised me. "I want a fourth issue, too. Both girls with the lucky S.O.B. who gets to bed them BOTH every night."

"We've never shown a naked GUY in our pages before," I protested.

"It's OK. Every guy in America's gonna fantasize that's HIS cock the two girls are competing to bring pleasure to. We'll sell 100 million ciopies EASY with that photo!"

So now the date and details for the photo-shoot were all set. I called the best face make-up artist, the best body make-up artist, and the best lighting crew I'd ever worked with. Sure they cost more, but with these two stunners, and with what I and the editor had in mind, the added expense would be MORE than worth it! I told them all to think 1953, the famous Marilyn Monore Playboy photo-shoot...I was giving them the same opportunity to be in at the start of something truly great! That's how confident I was that my photos were about to take the world by storm. With Patty and Lola as my subjects, how could my photos NOT create a sensation?...a new cultural REVOLUTION!

And at last the day came. Lola and Patty entered my photo studio wearing...

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OOC: OK, Miss Patty...take it from here.

KKE