I laid down on the lounge chair by the pool with my legs folded over each other and leaning forward, dropping my heavy hangers down for him to take pictures of me. Then I switched again, following the routine of the three other women who had come before me.

Eventually, I got into the pool and came out slowly. Each picture was taken over and over again. After I finished one set, I would start over with another photographer. A video was taken, then stills, then an interview afterward.

At first, I thought this would be a short day: go down to the pool, take a few photos, and then come back up.

I was wrong in every essence of the word. It had taken over six hours. By the time we were done, I felt exhausted.

The three other women were with two different companies. Each of them was big or, in the term, Big and Beautiful. One of them mentioned that they would be doing a porn shoot later that afternoon.

I had asked a few questions about it as my interest in doing it had peaked. I wanted to be fucked and fucked hard. Preferably by more than one male, it didn’t matter the color as long as they had big fucking dicks that they knew how to use.

After waking up at six in the morning and returning to my hotel just after two in the afternoon, I had no interest in getting changed and going anywhere. Who knew taking photos could be physically exhausting?

And to think most of the guys that saw these pictures would think, oh, all they did was just stand there and have someone take a picture. That’s not work!

No! Fuck no! That picture was taken more than once, more than twice, maybe even six times until they were happy, then the following photo after that for every single picture, every change of clothing, and every pose. It was hard work. The next time I signed up for a photo shoot, I would eat first. I was starving.

It wasn’t horrible; the flight and all the food were reimbursed, and I got paid a ridiculous amount for the shoot. When they told me how much I would make daily and how much I would get each time the photos or videos were downloaded, I almost came twice over the phone.

All it boiled down to was stupid, horny men. There were tons of stuff for free online but looking at the pictures I had uploaded a few weeks back as I waited for room service, they told me that many men or women were out there with money to spend on anything.

The view from my hotel room’s balcony was to die for. It overlooked the beach. People were riding their bikes down the sidewalk, and others were taking a stroll along the beach. Couples were making out under the large beach umbrellas.

Here I was in my hotel room, single, horny, and fucking hungry.

“Where the fuck is my food!” I said as I turned to walk back into my room. As I picked up the phone, there was a knock on the door.

“Shrimp Fettuccini with garlic bread and white wine?” the young man said as he opened the door.

“Cheesecake?” I asked as I looked at the cart.

“Two slices,” the young man said as he lifted a plastic cover off a large plate of two large slices of Cheesecake.

“Did they get my pre order for dinner?”

The young man dug into his pocket. “Large order of steak fries, a Texas bacon cheeseburger and more cheesecake?”

The Cheesecake here was to die for. I never had anything like it. I ordered it the first day I arrived and have requested it every day since.

“I probably should have ordered that for lunch and this for dinner,” I said, looking down at the cart. The young guy looked petrified that I would tell him to return it.

I told him to bill it to the room, but I paid the tip with cash. I couldn’t believe they would reimburse me for everything, including the tip.

All I had to do was snap a picture of the receipt and send it to them.

Lunch hit the spot, and I felt full. The good thing about starting so early was I had the rest of the day to myself. One of the girls texted me, saying they were downstairs at our usual place.

I got dressed and went to meet them. They sat in the large tent-like structure by the side of the pool.

“Look who finally decided to come out of her room,” Desirae said. She was the group’s ringleader or spokesperson, and she was also the largest.

Desirae liked to characterize her body as SSBBW or a supersized beautiful woman. I would have just put fucking huge!

I didn’t try and make myself better than I was; I am a big woman. I love to eat, resulting in a fat stomach, thick legs, thick thighs, and a huge butt. I always had big boobs, even when I was smaller, way before I had children.

Patricia was the quiet one. She just nodded her head like a blonde Barbie doll if Barbie had HH boobs and an ass.

Then there was Madeline, the one that did porn as well as photoshoots. She was in the middle of all of us. She was thicker than fat. All of her body matched. Boobs weren’t too big, and thighs weren’t too thick. She was just thick all over.

“Yeah, I had to eat something I was starving,” I said, sitting down.

“I think Gary has the hots for you,” Madeline said as she looked at me.

Gary was the lead for our group. He sent a text of what time to meet and what time we were leaving back to the room.

On the first day of the photo shoot, when we were at the beach, one of the photographers wanted us to stay longer. Gary had none of it. He told them his company would have to pay the time if we stayed longer.

“Nah,” I shook my head. “He is happily married, he just likes to flirt,” I said as I looked over at the pool. A family had just gotten into the pool, laughing and having a good time.

I missed that part of my life, having a family. I knew I had ruined it for myself, but I still longed for it. Timothy had kept to his promise. I got a text or a call from one of the kids daily.

“So, it’s not like marriage is sacred anymore,” Desirae said. “How many of your followers are married with kids, but yet they send gifts to you?”

All of us nodded. For me, there were at least fourteen who got on my cam shows regularly and were married. Two of them sent me gifts regularly.

One of them sent me fourteen new bras because I mentioned that one of my bras broke. He only wanted me to send a picture of me wearing them. It took a few weeks for me to finish sending him all the photos, but he was a happy man.

Most of them had the sad sob story that their wife wasn’t giving them attention, or not sleeping with them, or they had put on weight and were no longer sexy.

When I mentioned that their wives either had someone else or watched one of the male cam shows, every one of them got upset or angry that their wives would do such a thing.

And there was the usual double standard: it was okay for them to gawk and send gifts to a woman who wasn’t their wife, but she had to stay loyal to them.

It was the same in the erotic stories I read. All of the men could read a married man cheating on his boring, unsexy wife, and they would flood the comments about how hot it was, or they couldn’t wait to read more.

If the wife cheated on her husband, they again attacked with remarks that she was a whore, a slut, and hoped the husband killed them both or that she got a disease. Then they had the nerve to say there was no double standard.

“Do you guys still get the bra size question?” Patricia asked.

Actions and Consequences Chapter Six: Making the Best of It.

Thoughts of a relationship plague Anna’s mind, but can she be faithful to someone else while being a sex worker?

“Next pose,” the photographer said.



I laid down on the lounge chair by the pool with my legs folded over each other and leaning forward, dropping my heavy hangers down for him to take pictures of me. Then I switched again, following the routine of the three other women who had come before me.



Actions and Consequences Chapter Six: Making the Best of It.

Thoughts of a relationship plague Anna’s mind, but can she be faithful to someone else while being a sex worker?

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