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He took a deep breath, gazing down at the point of his pencil. I'd love to answer your questions but I'm afraid I'm not at liberty. That's why they'd wanted to know about diseases, why they were worried about jealous boyfriends. They stood some distance away next to a large window. Moving around I counted half dozen of the beasts and there were probably others I hadn't spotted. "Maybe they're actors," she whispered into my ear, reading my thoughts. I'd never done a porno before and this was all way too strange.The reason for the secrecy will become apparent if you get the job. We're not at liberty to disclose any more than has been said."They told me to dress and wait outside for their decision. They were wearing dark blue uniforms, black shoes and starched caps and were whispering conspiratorially. I followed her into a lounge area where the other girls were already congregated.Not everyone looks their best straight out of the packet. You spend time doing your hair, the director of today's production. She rose from her chair as we walked in, stubbed out a cigarette, shook the ash from her apron and made a suspicious, semi-professional survey of us all.I'd come to the studio from bed with barely any consideration for my appearance. I know you're dying to know what we're doing today, what the job is all about, but before I tell you, for the record, we're relying on your discretion. With time pressing, we all piled into the shower together. I'd have panic attacks, and, with hindsight, I'm sure the other girls were the same. We would have avoided them if we could, except we had this strict school mistress that would be on the lookout for anyone skiving.I tried to make up my mind which of them was the supposedly dishy one. Whatever reservations you have about the client, you have to undress boldly as if you haven't a care in the world.The one on the left was wearing a suit; the one on the right was trendier. I've seen girls lose jobs simply on the way they undressed. But with my credit cards maxed out, I was wading in debt. I thought about making an appointment to see John Owen, the manager of the "Moulin Rouge". I could see him looking at me, thinking, imagining me rubbing my pussy against a long steel pole, smearing it with my juices and then transferring them to my breasts. I own a collection, drawers of it, if you'll excuse the pun.

"Don't let the mention of kitchen appliances mislead you," he cut back with considerable fire. She held her bald puffy lips open, staring at herself in a mirror. What's the point in deepening the model's lips, making them luscious and moist, but leaving her areolas and nipples insipid and wan? For you never look at Playboy or Penthouse and think: "God, that model is wearing body make up! It's a strange feeling, lying back trying to relax while another woman brushes grease and powder across your body, peering into all those private, sensitive areas, opening your legs so that she can dab her sponge between them.

I shifted on my seat, letting my short skirt ride up my thigh. I made a small space for myself next to the hand dryer and shuffled off my clothes: my jeans, my top and my sneakers.

I worked there once as a table dancer, just for a short time. I got out because of a disagreement, but what goes around, comes around. I'd done it so many times I could do it in my sleep. The bathroom was full of girls too, hogging the mirror, undressing, changing, brushing their hair, gossiping about so many things.

I held the pose for a few seconds, remembering all I'd been taught by the art director at the Moulin Rouge. I was cuddling another girl, a girl who'd also been accepted. The production would start the next morning, he explained.

Then I swept them down my legs and let nature do the rest. We should arrive at seven sharp for hair and makeup.

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