Easy Money
by Alex Exley
Copyright © 2011 Alex Exley and Humburger Publishing, Inc.
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Easy Money
Lauren approached the brownstone apartment building with nervous anticipation. She wasn’t nervous about what might happen to her: it was a nice neighborhood and she’d spoken to Tim at length on the phone—he seemed like a genuinely nice guy. She was more nervous about what she might do. But she hadn’t agreed to anything yet. They were just going to meet and talk, see how she felt. Then she would decide if she wanted to go ahead with it.
She recognized Tim’s sprightly voice over the intercom.
“Oh, hi, I’m so glad you could make it. Come on in and go straight downstairs. I’ll buzz you in.”
Lauren descended the stairs to the basement apartment. As Tim opened the apartment door to let her in, mixed feelings of sexual gratification and sly transgression billowed inside her. She still hadn’t done anything, but entering the apartment was like breaking the seal of inhibition, flirting with an unthinkable act.
Tim had a curly head of unkempt hair perched on a thin, angular frame. He wore a loose Hawaiian shirt, khaki shorts and a pair of well-worn sandals. It all amounted to a mussed-up stylishness that was informal but not too far out of bounds, unconventional but not odd. She immediately identified with his look: despite being ten years removed from anything that resembled higher learning, he would have fit right in on her college campus, where she majored in graphic arts with a minor in photojournalism.
That was another thing that closed the gap of discomfort for Lauren. Tim had an affinity for photography and video production—they were only his avocations, he would say—and Lauren, being somewhat naive as far as judging people went, trustingly associated his quasi-artistic yearnings with a good-intentioned free-spiritedness that she also saw in herself.
Lauren’s naiveté gave way to shrewdness when it came to money. Her instinctive knowledge of the power of female sexuality is what led her to browse the erotic ads in the first place. She could make in two hours posing nude what she would earn in two weeks at the bookstore. Maybe more. And God, was sitting behind a cash register for five-hour shifts dull.
Not only could she take in a good chunk of change, but, having thought about it, having fantasized about it, she knew she would also get a thrill from the illicit situation: taking her clothes off in front of a stranger while a camera attended her every sensuous move. As an open-minded and adventurous young woman, she longed for new experiences, including sexual ones. She wasn’t promiscuous, but preferred to think of herself as tastefully experimental. She’d even had a threesome with her roommate and her roommate’s boyfriend, though they were drunk when it happened. Yes, she’d fantasized many times about such an erotic thrill, but would she give a stranger the privilege of her young, firm body without compensation? Probably not.
There was one other major concern. What if anybody saw the nude images of her?
Tim slid a piece of paper out of a folder and placed it on the coffee table in front of her.
“That’s a model release you’d have to sign. It’s from the production and distribution company I deal with. They’re an Asian company based out of Tokyo. It goes into detail about their distribution area and everything. Japan, Taiwan, South Korea, I’m not sure—I never paid much attention in Geography class.”
Lauren smiled. Typical of the creative type: never too good at the practical things.
“But you can rest assured that no one will see it outside of Asia. A lot of horny Japanese businessmen, but that’s about it.”
She laughed. “I always thought they were so buttoned-down. They actually go for this sort of thing?”
Tim raised his eyebrows in a look of disbelief and, with no attempt to hide his intentions, moved his gaze slowly up her bare legs to her scrumptious thighs, where a small cut-off denim skirt barely covered the true prize.
“Hey, that’s just human nature. You might be able to hide it on the outside, but you can’t deny it to yourself no matter who you are.”
Lauren felt his gaze take hold of her as if he’d reached out and grabbed her. She instinctively drew back and crossed her legs more tightly. But as they talked and his gaze lingered, she took a few deep breaths, loosened herself up, and began to relish the fact that she turned him on, in the idea of being an exhibitionist. She could feel her pussy start to throb.
She’d felt Tim look at her that way as soon as she entered the apartment. That was the intended effect, after all, when she chose to wear a revealing denim skirt and halter-top that showed far more skin than it covered. Her breasts hung loosely under the thin, white fabric. Tim could make out the jutting point of her nipples, which the caress of the fabric caused to stand firmly erect. Tim felt the same rush of blood as Lauren when he greeted her at the door, though his was much more predatory.
Despite Lauren’s enjoyment of the sexual attention Tim lavished on her, she still acted coy, unsure if she would take her clothes off for this stranger. Tim knew that she’d be much harder to convince than some of the other girls who came by looking to make a few bucks. He’d have to create good chemistry to make her comfortable, though seeing a few Benjamins was always the clincher.
Tim talked about his photography as they both sipped a glass of wine, a Cabernet he described as having smooth tannins and a lengthy oak finish. She wasn’t exactly sure what this meant, but it pleased her enough to hear him say it.
He told her about his aspirations to be a photographer and videographer. He had been an environmental science major in school but, having since discovered the satisfaction derived from the creative process, he was now considering quitting his job altogether to pursue his art. Lauren admired Tim’s willingness to pursue his dream. She thought of herself as someone who wouldn’t surrender her individuality to the confines of the practical world, though she didn’t consider that the brunt of its effects were diminished by her parents fronting the bill for most of her education and housing.
Tim sat on a chair that was perpendicular to the couch and pulled out a number of prints that were positioned, conveniently, just behind the chair.
“These are a few of my better photographs,” he said modestly. “Your light skin would look great if they were shot in a similar way.”
Lauren bit her lip, contemplating the possibility as she marveled at the prints. The lighting was striking and the lines on the subjects were exquisite. The photographs had a sexual allure that was more abstract than carnal. She wouldn’t mind at all posing nude for these types of shots.
“Wait,” she said, looking closer at a shot of a woman whose arms stretched between the archway of a door. “I think I’ve seen this one before.”