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 ï>¿A Girl's Gotta Make The Rent! byTimerisÂ(C)

   A Girl's Gotta Make The Rent!  Ch.  01

   The rent was due in four days, and even if she got her paycheck before
then, it wasn't going to come close to covering it.  Jesse was starting to
get worried.

   She sat behind the bookstore counter and looked through the local free
paper, trying to distract herself from her situation.  Paging through the
boring articles on local topics, she came across an advertisement for a
local strip club.  "AMATEUR NIGHT!  $500 First Prize!"

   She'd never thought about it before, but that money would make a serious
dent in her financial troubles.  The contest was that evening.  She closed
the newspaper and put it back on the stack.

   Jesse was 21 years old, a little over five feet tall.  She was slender
and petite with pale skin, and her pretty, lightly freckled face was framed
by long, curly red hair.  In all, she probably had a good chance to win the
prize money.  While not a prude, she'd never contemplated showing her body
to a roomful of complete strangers

   Jesse was on her own - no family nearby, her roommate had recently moved
out, and new in town.  There was no fallback at the moment, and it was
truly starting to worry her.  Over the course of the day, her thoughts kept
returning to the ad.  Five hundred dollars would help a lot - it might even
be enough to get her landlord to wait the extra days until her paycheck
came in.

   She felt a small surge of excitement with each thought of it.  After
playing with the thought for a while, she had to admit that the idea was
beginning to appeal to her.

   "What the hell, I can always go, and if I chicken out, nobody will know,
and nobody will know if I go through with it, so what's to lose?"

   With the decision made, she felt another jolt of excitement.  With a
sudden impulse, she looked around, and saw that the store was empty.  Her
heart pounding, she impulsively pulled up her thigh length peasant skirt,
and hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties.  She kicked off her
flip-flops as she quickly pulled her panties down and off.

   As she finished stuffing them in her purse, she was startled by the
sound of the chime on the front door.  Quickly, she composed herself and
greeted the woman who entered.  The woman smiled back and began browsing
the bookshelves.

   Five minutes later, the customer walked up and asked "Excuse me, do you
have copy of The Time Traveler's Wife?  I didn't see it on the shelf".

   Jesse took a quick look in the computer and replied "I think I have a
copy in the overhead shelves, let me check for you." She went and pulled
the rolling ladder over, stepped out of her flip-flops again, and climbed
the ladder.  As she got to the top and began looking for the book, she
realized two things: One, she'd taken off her panties and was up a high
ladder, and two, the customer had followed her over, and now had a great
view.

   Jesse grabbed the book and came down the ladder, blushing furiously. 
The young woman accepted the book from her with a look of clearly feigned
innocence.  "Thank you very much."

   Jesse couldn't think of anything to say, and hurried to ring up the
purchase.  "Thanks again for a most pleasant customer experience," she said
with a small grin.  She took her bag and left the store.

   Jesse sank to the stool behind the counter.  "What the hell was I
thinking?".  She then remembered that in a few hours, she was going to be
exposing a hell of a lot more than a quick flash up her skirt.

   She went to the front door and locked it, then headed to the back room.
The excitement of her unintentional exposure was such that she wanted to
take it just a bit further.  "Might as well enjoy the rest of the workday,"
She thought.

   She unbuttoned the tight fitting white blouse and removed it.  The cool
air hit her exposed skin and raised goosebumps.  Without another thought,
she unclasped her bra and laid it on top of a stack of boxes.  She put her
blouse back on, leaving a several buttons undone, and went to check out the
effect in the bathroom mirror.

   Her 32B breasts were well highlighted by the closely fitted blouse.  The
material was thin enough to show her nipples hardening, without being
completely see-through.  The undone buttons showed quite a bit of cleavage,
but not enough to be obvious that she was trying to give a show.  A small
twist sideways showed quite a bit of her breast, giving just the effect she
was hoping for.

   As she moved, her thin peasant skirt moved with her, feeling very light,
and almost as if it wasn't there.  She found herself becoming increasingly
horny at the thought.  She had a secret, a sexy one, which she could share
or not as she wished.  Well, as long as she stayed off ladders anyhow...

   To accent the look further, she pulled down on elastic waistband of the
skirt, exposing a strip of tight skin below her blouse.  She then undid the
clip holding back her hair, and tousled it, letting her curly red hair
free. Pushing her black-rimmed glasses on, and she was done.

   She grabbed her bra and headed back to the front counter, leaving it
inside her bag.  She unlocked the door and began putting away books that
had arrived in the store.  When the front door rang again, she had another
wicked thought.  This time it would LOOK like an accident.

   A man entered the store and began looking around.  She picked up a stack
of books and began working her way towards where he was browsing.  While
his attention was on a paperback cover, she dropped her stack of books,
said "Oh!" to get his attention, and squatted down to start collecting
them. She felt a delicious thrill as her skirt slid up her thighs, giving
the man a clear view of her pussy.  She immediately feigned embarrassment
and pulled the skirt back, while closing her knees, but the "damage" was
done.  The man stood there in surprise, as she then leaned forward,
exposing a substantial amount of breast while collecting the rest of the
books.

   "Do you need a hand?" He asked.

   "Oh no, I'm fine thanks." She replied, as she beat a hasty retreat to
the counter.  A total stranger had a lucky glimpse, and she had an intense
moment of excitement giving it to him.  Yes, tonight was going to go just
fine.

   After the man left the store, she sat again behind the counter.  After
looking around to determine she was alone, she reached under her skirt and
ran a finger up her slit.  She was quite wet from her experience.  She
began slowly but earnestly rubbing her clitoris, all the while keeping an
eye on the door.  The excitement was building, but she couldn't bring
herself to climax in the store - it was too public, and she wanted to keep
herself close to the edge.  She lowered her skirt, and wiped off her hand.

   She finished shelving books and straightening up, and still had over an
hour to go before the store closed.  With time to kill, and no customers
coming in, she went to look for something to read until closing time.  She
grabbed the free newspaper again, and began looking through the personals
and adult advertisements in the back.  After figuring out where the strip
club was, the large number of escort services, and the requests for all
sorts of services, she closed the newspaper again, and began looking
through an erotic photography book.  Paging through the photos of men and
women, some quite explicit, kept her on the edge until closing time.  When
she got to the last page, she was surprised to learn that the photographer,
Sam West, was local.

   She put the book back on the shelf, locked the door, and closed up the
store.  She grabbed her bag, the night deposit, and headed to her car.  She
was still excited from her escapades of the day, and getting butterflies in
her stomach thinking about the night ahead.  She parked at the bank, and
quickly deposited the day's receipts.

   When she arrived home, Jesse went to her closet to look for an outfit to
wear for the contest.  She had a number of outfits that she normally wore
to a nightclub to choose from, but she settled on a short pleated skirt,
and her blouse from her day at work.  With a little effort, pulling off a
sexy schoolgirl look would be easy.

   After eating dinner, she stripped down and headed into the bathroom to
run a hot bath.  When it was ready, she climbed in and began shaving her
legs.  After a short hesitation, she began shaving, and soon her pussy was
completely smooth.  This was new to her, but it seemed to be appropriate
with her costume choice.

   She went to the bedroom and found the tiniest white thong she owned,
grinned as she realized she could see through it, and pulled it on.  Next
came the skirt, and the blouse, over a white lace half cup bra.  She went
back to the bathroom, and applied a small amount of makeup, with just a
hint of lipstick, maintaining the innocent look.  She tied her hair into
two pigtails and grinned in the mirror.  She found a pair of white
knee-high stockings in the drawer, pulled them on, and finished her
transformation with a pair of black high heels.  With her black framed
glasses, framing her face, she was satisfied that she would knock them
dead.

   As she headed to the car, she felt very conscious of her outfit.  The
short skirt was high above her knees, and the skimpy thong barely covered
anything.  In fact, as she walked, she could feel it riding up between her
lips.  The breeze sent cool air caressing her skin, and reminding her how
little was left to the imagination.  She drove to the strip club with a
growing sense of excitement, mingled with nerves.

   The ad told her to be at the club early, and to go to the performers
entrance.  When she arrived, the bouncer showed her inside, to a small
crowd of hopeful amateurs.  It looked like she'd have to compete with at
least a half dozen other young women.  She was directed to fill out an
application, and have her driver's license ready.  She filled in the form,
and handed it to the man at the table, along with her ID.  "Thanks - now
stand over there for a picture." She stood against the wall, and smiled for
the camera.

   A little while later, the waiting contestants were filled in on the
details.  The show would start at 9PM, and each girl would go out and
perform for ten minutes.  After everyone had danced, everyone would come
out for a round of voting, at which time the top three would compete for
the grand prize by dancing again.  In addition, the crowd favorites would
be offered a dancer position at the club.

   The order of appearance was decided by drawing numbers from a hat. 
Jesse was number three.  Each girl was handed a garter, to collect tips. 
She hadn't thought about that -- she might end up with at least something,
even if she didn't win.

   A few minutes before the start of the contest, the announcer started
working up the crowd, which, from the sounds of it, was pretty large. 
Jesse felt her excitement growing as the contest began.

   The first girl, a tall blond wearing a short mini-dress was announced
and headed out to dance.  Jesse and the other girls watched from off-stage
as the girl swayed to the music, and somewhat clumsily lifted the dress
over her head.  The audience cheered appreciatively, trying to get her to
continue by removing her thong, but she kept dancing all the way to the end
of the song without removing it.  She picked up her dress, and quickly ran
back-stage, holding it in front of her breasts.

   The next girl, a brunette put on a much better show, quickly peeling out
of her costume, swaying her hips, and moving down the line accepting tips.
Ten minutes moved by too quickly, and Jesse was caught of guard when her
name was called.

   She skipped out on stage, playing up the schoolgirl angle, Britney
Spears proclaiming her lack of innocence blasting from the sound system. 
The costume was a hit, as a wall of cheering hit her.  She began to dance,
turning to flip up the back of her skirt at the crowd.  She moved along,
and began to unbutton her blouse.  When it was open to her navel, she
stopped, and bent forward, knees locked.  With an innocent smile on her
face, she slowly lowered her thong and stepped out of it.  Still smiling,
she threw it into the audience, to a big cheer.  She lifted one side of the
skirt, dropped it, lifted the other, still without showing her prize.  With
dollar bills waving at her from the edge of the stage, she sauntered
forward and finished unbuttoning her blouse.  She squatted down, knees
together in front of an enraptured man and slowly removed her top.  Another
cheer went up as she showed the crowd her perfectly proportioned 32B
breasts, wrapped in a lacy white bra that exposed her nipples.  The bra
clasped in the front, and in another second she removed it.

   She pulled her garter, and after the man had inserted the dollar, she
opened her knees to share her smooth lips.  After a few seconds, she stood
up, and moved down the line to the next man.  Turning her back to the
crowd, she unbuttoned the skirt, and lowered it to the stage floor.  She
then moved her legs apart and bent over to grab her ankles.

   The excitement was like a high, she was naked to a crowd of strangers,
strutting around to cheers wearing nothing but knee highs and high heels.
As she danced down the stage, the garter was getting filled with dollars,
and she couldn't get over how much fun she was having.

   Soon enough, she was through with her dance.  She gathered her skirt and
blouse, belatedly remembering that the thong was long gone, gave a wave to
the crowd, and left the stage.

   Jesse pulled on her skirt and blouse, not bothering to button it up,
since she'd be out on stage again shortly.  "Nice job," said the man
backstage.

   "Thanks!" she replied breathlessly and she tied her blouse into a knot
just below her breasts.

   While the remaining girls went on stage, she sat in a chair and counted
the money in her garter.  For ten minutes of dancing, she'd received nearly
one hundred dollars.  At this rate, her money problems could be easily
solved.  She folded the cash, and put it in her purse.

   A few minutes after the last girl came off stage, the announcer called
all the contestants back out.

   "Please give all these brave, beautiful women a big round of applause!
It takes a bunch of guts to come out here for you degenerates!"

   When the cheering died down, he continued.  "We'll decide the three
finalists by applause, so be sure to cheer for your favorites."

   Each girl was called forward to a moderate amount of cheering.  When
Jesse's turn came, she stepped forward, opened her loosely tied top, and
grinned as she flashed her pussy.  The crowd loved it.  At the end, it came
down to Jesse, the brunette who came out before her, and a tall blond with
pierced nipples.

   The three finalists danced in place, removing their costumes once again,
to the audience's delight.  Still naked, the announcer let the crowd decide
again by applause.

   "In third place...  Cindy!" The blond smiled and came forward.  The
announcer gave her a $100 bill.  She waved the cash and stepped back.

   "This is a tough decision, both girls are smoking hot, but the crowd
called it.  Jesse!  Congratulations!" She couldn't believe it.  She was
stunned as she took the five crisp bills from the announcer.

   He handed Juliette, the brunette $200, and addressed the crowd again. 
"Come on folks, they're all winners, let's hear it!"

   The crowd started cheering and whistling.  The contestants picked up
their clothes and headed backstage.

   While the announcer was calling the next act to the stage, the club
manager asked the three girls to come talk to him.  Jesse picked up her
purse and clothes, and went to join the others.

   "Great dancing ladies.  As the advertisement said, the finalists are
offered a job dancing here at the Catwalk.  Are any of you interested?"

   Juliette nodded and said "sure, I could use the job."

   Cindy turned it down, saying that she only does this for fun but her
husband was going to have a great night.

   Jesse thought about it.  If she did this even for a short time, her
immediate money problems would be over.  While she wouldn't be getting a
five hundred dollar prize every night, she was likely to pull several
hundred a night, way more than her job at the bookstore brought in.

   She hesitated for another brief second, took a deep breath, and
accepted. "Sure.  That was a lot of fun!"

   "Well, as you've probably guessed, we use the amateur night to recruit
new girls.  You've already filled out the paperwork, just another form to
sign to accept the job." He handed a form to Juliette and Jesse, and
thanked Cindy for coming.

   "See you next time!" she said, pulling up her tight mini dress.  She
headed out to find her husband.

   Jesse and Juliette finished the forms, and handed them back to Steve,
the club manager.

   "I'll get back to the both of you with your starting schedule, welcome
to the Catwalk."

   "When you're ready to leave, let Tom over there know - he'll have a
bouncer escort you to your cars."

   The two girls got dressed.

   Jesse grinned and said, "so much for panties, I lost those two hours
ago".

   Juliette laughed and said, "I'm betting we'll get used to that pretty
fast."

   "No doubt'"

   The finished putting on their clothes, and went to find Tom.

   Tom said "After you ladies," and followed them out the performers
entrance.

   They parted ways at their cars, with a quick "see you soon."

   Jesse was so pumped up from her performance that she had to catch her
breath for a few minutes before driving.  She watched the young well-built
bouncer head back, and regretfully started her car.

   Ten minutes later, she pulled into her parking lot and headed upstairs
to her apartment.  She was excited, but exhausted; the adrenaline rush was
coming down, and she had to go to work the next morning.

   Jesse stood in front of her bedroom mirror, and looked at herself.  The
loosely tied blouse was coming undone, and was starting to open.  Her
pigtails, appearing innocent at the start of the night, were coming loose.
She lifted her skirt and began posing.

   "Oh my god I am such a slut!" she thought, rolling her mind around the
idea.  She decided she didn't mind as it was the most fun she'd had in a
long time.  There was nobody to judge, and she wasn't hurting anyone.

   She removed her blouse and skirt and sat on the edge of the bed.  She
kicked off her heels, and still watching herself in the mirror, she rolled
down her knee high stockings.  Now nude, she stood up, and walked to her
dresser.  In the top drawer, she found what she was looking for, a pink
vibrator.

   She laid down on the bed and twisted the knob.  She touched the gently
vibrating head to a nipple, and gasped as it hardened.  Turning the
vibrator up, she moved to the other nipple, already aching with a need for
release.

   With her other hand, she ran a couple of fingers in her slit, already
soaking from her over-the-top evening.  She inserted two fingers, and used
the vibrator on her swollen clitoris.  Pressing down with it, she began
moving her fingers in and out, faster and faster.

   She lifted a knee, and inserted the vibrator, turning it to full speed.
Panting now, she moved it faster and faster, building to a huge wave of
pleasure.  Before it crested, she pulled out the vibrator.  Running it down
her slit, she placed the tip at her tight sphincter.  Relaxing as she
pushed, she felt the head go past the ring of muscle, and she slowly
inserted the vibrator deep in her asshole.  She slowly moved it in and out,
and she furiously worked her clitoris with her other hand.  In a short
time, gasping and panting, she lay back and went rigid with wave after wave
of her orgasm.

   When it subsided, she slowly removed the vibrator from her ass.  Another
moment, and she sat up and went to the bathroom to wash up.  She carefully
cleaned the vibrator, then took a quick shower, to wash off the dirt of the
evening, and it's pleasurable aftermath.

   She returned to bed, set the alarm, and was soon asleep.

   The next morning, she lay in bed, replaying the previous day in her
head. It was a major change for her.  She was never a prude, but also never
so wanton as she'd been yesterday.  She found that she enjoyed it - the
edge of excitement was suiting her, and it felt like something she wanted
to explore further.  She took a shower, touching up her shaving from the
previous day.  She put on a small amount of makeup, and left her curly red
hair loose, falling over her shoulders.

   She went to her closet, and selected a thin yellow sundress, several
inches above the knee, and one she usually wore with a tank top underneath.
With her new-found attitude, she pulled the dress over her head without the
extra layer.  She went to her dresser, and pulled out a pair of panties,
looked at them for a moment, and put them back in the drawer.  It was a
warm day, and it already excited her.  She put on a pair of sandals, and
admired her look in the mirror.

   With the morning sun coming through the window behind her, it was clear
that she was going to turn heads today.  Her petite body was clearly
outlined, and she could see her hardening nipples through the dress.  The
dress was so light, it almost felt like it wasn't there.

   She took took her money from the previous night from her purse, and put
it safely away.  She was relieved to see that she was way over halfway to
the money she needed to pay her rent.  Things were looking up already.

   She sat in her car, and lifted the back of her skirt, so bare skin was
touching the cool vinyl seat.  It felt good, it felt a little naughty.  She
smiled, and put the car in drive.

   On her way to the bookstore, she went through the drive-through of a
local donut shop to get some coffee.  She had an impulse.  Before she got
to the window to pick up her coffee, she pulled the bottom of her skirt up
to the point that the cashier could hardly miss it.  She drove up and the
young man behind the counter leaned out with her cup, and said "That's a
dollar ninety nine, Miss."

   She smiled and turned to her purse.  As she did so, she moved her right
knee aside, giving the cashier a clear view of her smooth lips.  She took
out two dollars, and handed it to him, leaning a little in his direction to
take the cup.  While she did that, she felt the thin strap of her sundress
sliding down, favoring the young man with nearly a full view of her breast.
"Thanks!" she said brightly, placing the coffee in the cupholder, and
pulling up the strap.

   As she drove off, she could see the cashier leaning out the window, and
pulling one of his coworkers to see.

   She laughed and headed to open up the bookstore.

   Jesse turned the key in the lock, and flipped the sign to "Open".  She
put her coffee on the counter, and her purse behind it.  After getting out
the money tray and putting it into the cash register, she sat down to drink
her coffee and contemplate the day.

   Waiting for customers to come in, she began shelving the newly arrived
books.  When she was finished, she began straightening up the shelves and
putting out new magazines.  A couple of uneventful sales later, she was
done with the major tasks she needed to take care of.

   She pulled out the free newspaper again.  As she paged through, she
stopped and smiled at the Catwalk ad.  She kept paging through, seeing a
number of interesting things.  A body piercing and tattoo studio.  Escort
services.  An amazing number of very specific personal ads.  In the help
wanted section she stopped when she saw this:

   "Models wanted for Art Nude Photographer.  Will pay standard rate of
$150 an hour.  Confidentiality assured.  Position to fill immediately."

   She thought about it.  After last night, this could be positively tame.
She would make some good money towards her rent, and have the thrill of
showing off to a stranger.  She took out her cellphone and called the
listed number.

   "Sam West," the woman on the other end answered.  Momentarily taken
aback, Jesse hesitated for a second, then hung up.

   Sam West.  That was the photographer who's book she looked at yesterday.
After looking at some of the pictures, maybe not so tame after all.

   She thought about it again.  She hit redial.

   A slightly irritated voice answered again.  "Sam West here, can I help
you?"

   "Umm.  yes, sorry..  I saw your ad in the paper, and was wondering if
you still needed a model?" she replied.

   "Yes, I do.  When can you come in to see if you're what I'm looking
for?"

   "I get off five, I can come over after that.  Is that okay?"

   "Sure", Sam replied and gave her directions to the studio.  "See you
then."

   "Ok, thanks."

   Jesse hung up, and went to the shelf.  There were three books of Sam
West photos.  Ironically, if she'd looked in the first one, she would have
seen a portrait of the photographer, and been a little less surprised.

   She sat at the counter, and looked through the books, looking over the
images with a twinge of excitement.  There were color pictures of models
outdoors, both in urban settings and in the woods.  She found images of
models in bondage, of sex acts, and some beautiful pictures of two women
entangled together.

   The day moved quickly, with an occasional tease, a brief flash, and
several happy customers.  Shortly after lunch, she received a call from
Steve, at the Catwalk, asking her to come in tomorrow afternoon and to
bring gym clothes and a pair of high heels.  "We'll have a couple of the
dancers give you new girls a little background and polish before we get you
back on stage." He said.

   Over the day, she kept returning to the books, and was saddened that her
current financial situation didn't allow her the luxury of buying them. 
Someday soon, she told herself.

   Just before five, her replacement came in, a college girl named Sarah.
The pretty brunette was a little surprised at Jesse's outfit, but she
didn't comment, other than to wish her luck on her hot date.

   Jesse smiled and didn't correct her, waving as she left the store.

   She arrived at the studio, and knocked on the door.  Shortly, a slender,
attractive brunette in her early thirties answered the door.  Sam smiled,
and waved her in, baldly looking her over.  It was clear that she liked
what she saw.

   Sam was a bit taller than Jesse, with a slender, well proportioned
figure.  Her long straight brown hair was tied back in a ponytail.  She was
wearing a thin white tank top and a pair of loose cargo pants, riding low
on her hips.  She was gorgeous, was the first thought that came to Jesse.

   Sam was equally happy, asking a couple of easy questions, before saying.
"Okay, let's get down to business.  I would love to have you model for me.
I'm not sure if you're aware, but I do nudes, and some erotic photography.
In fact, some of it is arguably pretty explicit.  If you have a problem
with that, we should find out now, before wasting each other's time".

   "I've seen your work.  It's beautiful.  I work in the bookstore
downtown, and looked through your books today.  I'm pretty excited to be a
part of it".

   "Great!  As I said in the ad, I pay $150 an hour for posing.  For the
edgier stuff, I pay twice that."

   "That's good to know, I could really use the money right now."

   "Okay then, can you please disrobe, so I can see your figure?"

   Jesse unbuttoned the three buttons between her breast and navel.  She
lifted the thin straps from her shoulders, and let the sundress fall down
her body to the floor.

   Sam's breath caught at Jesse's pale, creamy skin, small pink nipples,
and smooth pussy.  "I see you came prepared," she said softly, noting
Jesse's lack of undergarments.  "Turn around please?"

   Jesse turned showing Sam her firm, round cheeks.

   "When can you start?" Sam asked.

   "Any time.  As I said, I need the money" Jesse said as she turned, knelt
down and picked up her sundress.  She stood, with the dress in her hand,
her nipples crinkling hard.

   "Okay then, let's get some paperwork out of the way."

   Before Jesse could think of putting her dress back on, Sam took her to a
small, cluttered office, and started pulling together a model release and a
simple contract for her to sign.  She took a copy of her driver's license
and stapled it to her copy and smiled.

   "Let's go do something more interesting now."

   Sam led her into her studio, waved her towards a simple chair in front
of a canvas backdrop.  She moved around, turning on studio lights, and set
up her camera.

   She set up two expensive looking video cameras to the sides, and checked
the angles so they properly framed the scene.

   "Please put the dress back on, but leave it unbuttoned."

   Jesse complied, slipping the light sundress over her head.

   "Sit, but lift the dress so it's off the chair."

   Jesse sat down, feeling the cold wood of the chair on her ass.  Sam
started snapping pictures.

   "Move your legs apart, and pull the dress up a bit.  Put your hands on
your knees."

   Jesse did so, feeling one of the straps slide down her arm.  She looked
directly at the camera and felt the cool air on her exposed vagina.

   "Stand up, and bend over the chair, facing away from me."

   Sam admired the beautiful girl exposing herself to the camera, and
quickly shot more pictures.

   "Okay, enough of the chair.  Can you take off the dress please?"

   Sam walked over to a cabinet and started looking through it.  She
removed a black leather collar with a ring in front, some matching
bracelets and anklets, and several lengths of light chain.

   "If this is too far, tell me now," Sam told Jesse.  "We can stop this
whenever you get uncomfortable."

   Jesse thought about it, and admitted to herself that this was exciting
her.  "No, we can go ahead."

   She smiled hesitantly as Sam came towards her.

   "Turn around."

   She moved Jesse's long red hair out of the way, and buckled the collar
on.  She secured it with a small padlock.

   Sitting Jesse back on the chair, she secured the bracelets and anklets.
She ran the chain through the eyelet of the collar and asked Jesse to get
down on her hands knees.

   She ran the cold steel chain between Jesse's breasts and down between
her legs.  She asked Jesse to lay forward until her breasts were on the
cold concrete, and secured both her hands together behind her back.  She
pulled the chain snugly between Jesse's lips, and pulled it up to her
cuffed hands.  She locked it all in place with another padlock.

   Sam caressed her ass, causing her to jump.  The cold concrete made her
nipples hard, and she never felt so exposed in her life.  If she moved too
much, felt the chain move up into the cleft of her vagina, causing it to
rub against her clitoris.

   Sam went back to the cabinet, and removed a couple more items.  A black
butt plug, a matching vibrator, and some lubricant.

   "Are you willing to have a bit more extreme experience?"

   "Yes please..." she found herself replying.  Her already glistening sex
seemed to immediately feel super sensitive.

   "Okay.  You'll feel some pressure, just relax into it."

   Sam walked up behind Jesse, and let a dribble of lubricant drop on her
asshole.  The cold sensation caused her to gasp and squirm, pulling the
chain across her clitoris.  Sam began gently but firmly pushing the plug
past the tight ring of muscle, until it slid in.  She turned on the
vibrator, and started using it on Jesse's inner thighs, her clitoris, and
sliding it into her slit, past the tight chain.  She carefully inserted it,
and after fucking Jesse with it for a little bit, left it in, turning the
power to maximum.

   Jesse gasped and squirmed to the sensations as Sam returned to her
camera and removed it from the tripod.  She knelt in front of Jesse, and
took several closeups of her face.  Jesse moaned in pleasure as Sam moved
behind to take more pictures.

   Sam set the camera down, and move the chair so that she was facing
Jesse.

   "Are you enjoying this?"

   "God yes!"

   Sam pulled her tank top over her head, revealing a pair of beautifully
proportioned breasts.  Both her nipples were pierced with small barbells.
She unbuttoned her cargo pants, lifted her ass off the chair and slid them
off.  With a smile on her face, she opened her knees, exposing a hairless
pussy, with another barbell pierced vertically through her clitoral hood.

   Jesse stared in fascination at Sam's pussy.  There was a two inch
diameter intricate mandala tattooed in black on her vulva, directly above
her pierced sex.

   Sam stood up, and set up her camera on the tripod again, this time
grabbing a small remote.  She carefully positioned the camera, and went to
the cabinet again.  While Jesse watched from her awkward position, Sam
attached a black dildo through a strap-on harness and cinched it tightly.

   She knelt behind Jesse, spread some lubricant on the dildo and removed
Jesse's butt plug.  With the cable release in her hand, she began to slowly
insert the dildo, taking pictures as she did so.  Soon she was fucking
Jesse's ass.

   Jesse gasped "Harder!  Harder!" as she approached a massive orgasm.  She
bucked and screamed, as wave after wave of pleasure overcame her.  "Oh
God!" she shouted.

   Sam removed the dildo, and reinserted the butt plug.  She took out the
vibrator and stood up to remove the strap-on.

   She unlocked and removed Jesse's chain, replacing it with a leash when
Jesse gingerly sat up.  She released the restraints connecting her wrists.

   With a smile and a slight tug, Sam told her to follow her on her hands
and knees.  With the leash in one hand, and taking pictures with the other,
she walked over and set up the chair facing the camera.

   Sam sat down and spread her legs.  "It's only fair you return the
favor!" she said with a laugh.

   Jesse knelt between her legs, and began eagerly lapping at Sam's
clitoris.  As she licked up and down Sam's pussy, she inserted two fingers
inside, with the other two working their way deep into her asshole.  Within
a short time, Same was unable to concentrate on her photography as a
satisfying orgasm built.  She grabbed Jesse's hair, and pushed her face
fully in, as waves of pleasure hit.

   As the orgasm subsided, she let go of Jesse's hair, and began to stroke
it.  "Whew...  I think that's enough for today..."

   They stood up, while Sam helped Jesse out of the bondage gear but left
the butt plug in.

   "Did those hurt?" Jesse asked, stroking Sam's erect, pierced nipple.

   "Yes, but in a good way.  I also love how they look.  I'm constantly
aware of my nipples, and my pussy.  If I put on the heavier ball, it hits
my clit all day."

   "Wow.  How do you get anything done?" Jesse laughed.

   "With great effort sometimes!"

   Sam picked up her camera and took a last picture, framing Jesse's
just-fucked look perfectly.  "Give me a second and I'll get your money" she
said.

   A minute later, with Jesse watching her lithe naked form, she came back
with five one hundred dollar bills.  "I'd love to have you pose for me
again - you were fantastic".  She said.

   Jesse took the money and replied "Any time, that was a blast".  She put
the cash in her purse, and wrote down her cell phone information for Sam.
"Give me a call when you want to do this again." She pulled her sundress
over her head and approached Sam.  She stroked Sam's cheek and gave her a
gentle kiss on the mouth.

   Jesse left Sam's studio with more than enough cash to pay her rent.  She
couldn't believe that she was having so much fun solving her financial
troubles.  On top of that, she'd met someone unbelievable, and was
developing more than just a little crush.



   A Girl's Gotta Make The Rent!  Ch.  02

   Jesse changes her look, and brings her coworker into her fun.

   Jesse sat in front of her computer, and researched local piercing
studios.  She found one that was close by, had good reviews, and was open
late.

   She quickly dressed, deciding that a loose sundress fit perfectly with
her plan.

   She drove the short distance to the tattoo and piercing parlor, getting
excited as she pulled in.  The store was empty, except for the guy behind
the counter.  She looked at him - he was in his twenties, with an athletic
build.  He had a shaved head, tight tee shirt and jeans, and his arms were
covered in tattoos.  "What can I do for you?" he asked.

   She hesitated, then spoke up.  "I'm looking for a couple of piercings."
she replied.

   "Ears?  Belly button?" he asked.

   "Um.  No...  Nipples and clit." she said.

   He smiled.  "Okay then." After helping her make some jewelry selections,
he took her to the back room, and pointed her to the chair.  "Let's start
with the nipples," he said.  "You can just drop your top."

   Jesse smiled and said "I could..." and unbuttoned the sundress, stepped
out of it, and laid it on a chair.

   She was really turned on by being naked in front of this complete
stranger.  She didn't even know his name.  She walked past him, noting his
big grin, and sat in the chair.

   He reclined the chair back, so that she was lying horizontally and began
arranging his gear.  He carefully washed up, and pulled on a pair of
sterile surgical gloves.  After explaining the procedure, he began, using a
pair of forceps, he quickly inserted the surgical needle.  The pain was
intense, causing her to gasp, followed by a swimming rush of endorphins. 
After she regained her composure, he did the same thing to her other
nipple.

   He wheeled his stool around to the end of the chair, and asked her to
put her feet in the metal stirrups.  "Just like the doctor's office, eh?"
he said.

   With her smooth pussy exposed, endorphins running through her body, she
barely managed a murmured "uh huh."

   He reached forward, and spread her hood with one hand, his thumb resting
firmly on her clitoris.  He quickly inserted the needle, and followed it up
with the bar.  Jesse came on the spot.  The combination of pain and
pleasure was so intense, that she had a powerful orgasm.  She shuddered and
tried to calm down, panting a little.

   After a few moments, she got up from the chair and went to admire her
new jewelry in the mirror.  They looked sexy as hell, and she loved them,
despite the pain.

   She turned back to the owner, and he asked her "How do you want to pay
for this?"

   "Well, either cash, or trade.  I think you'd enjoy 'trade' more." She
smiled.

   Jesse walked over to him and knelt down in front of him.  She began to
unbuckle his belt, and undid his zipper.  He wasn't wearing underwear, and
his half-hard cock fell out in front of her face.

   Jesse unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down.  He completely smooth,
and it made his cock look huge.  With one hand, she grabbed his cock and
began slowly pumping it, while licking his hairless balls.  He began to
groan as she licked her way up his shaft, using her tongue in circles
around the head.  With a deft motion, she took his cock in her mouth,
sliding it in until she'd taken the whole thing.  She began pumping up and
down on his cock while lightly squeezing his balls.

   As he became more excited, he grabbed two handfuls of hair and began to
fuck her mouth, moving faster and faster.  Before he came, he took his dick
out of her mouth, and began rubbing it across her face.

   She looked up at him and asked him "In my mouth or on my face?"

   "Face..." he grunted.

   She took his cock and began furiously sucking it, while pumping with her
hand.  Sucking hard, she took it from her mouth with a pop, and began
pumping hard.  She felt his scrotum tighten up, and jets of semen began
splashing on her face.  She opened her mouth, catching the last of his
ejaculation, licking and sucking the head of his softening cock.

   She grinned up at him and swallowed the semen in her mouth.

   "Thank you!" she breathed.

   Jesse stood up, feeling strings of cum running down her face.  She
decided to leave it for now.

   "I love the barter system", she said with a laugh.

   "Any time at all" he replied.

   Once he'd wiped himself off and pulled up his jeans, he gave her
information for how to care for her new piercings, telling her how to make
sure they healed properly.  He also gave her several items to help clean
them.

   Jesse walked around to the front counter, and looked through the display
case, and looked around at the pictures of tattoos on the wall.  It wasn't
until the front door chime rang that she remembered that her dress was
still in the back.

   Two college-age girls walked in, and stopped in shock at Jesse's nudity.
"Whoops!" she said with a start, and walked quickly to the back room to get
her dress.  With the two girls staring at her, she pulled the dress over
her head and buttoned it up.  She walked over and gave him a kiss,
whispering "I hope you have enough energy to get through your shift."

   Smiling at the two girls, she picked up her bag and left the shop.

   When she got home, she took another shower, and used the stuff she'd
gotten to clean her piercings.  They were sore, but not outrageously so. 
She looked at them in the mirror, and decided the discomfort was well worth
it.

   The next week was pretty uneventful, as she let her new piercings heal.
By the end of the week, they were a bit tender, but pretty much healed up.

   In that week, she'd paid her rent and bills, and come to grips with the
fact that she really got off on acting like a slut.  It was a rush to show
herself, to do outrageous things, and also to have people give her things
for it.

   The one thing that was on her mind during that week was how incredibly
smooth the man at the tattoo parlor was.  There wasn't a trace of hair on
his body, and it really turned her on.  She had to know how he did it.

   She picked up her phone and called the store.  He answered the phone and
she began..  "Hi, I was in the store for a couple of piercings the other
night, did you help me?"

   "Hey!  How could I forget?  Are they healing all right?" he replied.

   "Yes, they're just fine, I love them!  I have a question for you
though.. How do you get your skin so smooth?"

   "Oh, I had it permanently removed" he replied.  "I can recommend a good
laser hair removal clinic, but I doubt they'll 'barter' with you."

   He gave her the information, and she thanked him again for a fun
evening.

   She called the number, and got an appointment for later in the day,
explaining she was looking for full body hair removal.  When the time came,
she put on a tank top and a pair of shorts, and headed to the clinic.

   She signed in, and when her turn came, she was taken into a room.  She
was asked to remove her clothing and put on a hospital gown.  A short time
later, a pretty young woman in a white lab coat came in.  She was tall and
slender, with long brown hair in a ponytail and wearing a pair of small,
black rimmed glasses.

   "Hi, I'm Amanda, how are you today?"

   "Good, thanks!"

   Amanda asked her to lie down on the table, and handed her a pair of red
eyepieces, similar to those used for a tanning booth.

   "Wouldn't it be simpler if I took off this gown, since you're going to
see it all anyway?"

   "Sure, if you're comfortable with that, some people like to keep as
covered as possible."

   Jesse sat up and undid the bow at her neck, removed the gown and handed
it to Amanda.  She lay back down, tingling a bit at being once again naked
in front of a stranger.

   Amanda explained the process, and began working, starting with Jesse's
arms, then her chest, legs, and backside.  quickly moving through the easy
areas.

   "Now comes the fun part!  Please excuse the intimate touches, but I need
to get in everywhere."

   Amanda worked the laser around Jesse's vulva, using her gloved hand to
gently open up the area for the laser treatment.  When she completed the
front, she asked Jesse to turn over and began working on the hair between
her buttocks.  The whole process took over an hour, but was completed
without too much discomfort.

   "I love your piercings." Amanda told her when they were finished.

   "Thanks, I just had them done" Jesse replied as she pulled on her shorts
and tank top.

   It took a day for the redness to go away, but in the end, she was
ecstatic over the smoothness of her skin.  It felt extra sensitive, and
combined with the piercings, she felt a near constant state of arousal.

   ----

   Jesse left the beauty salon, completely in love with her the hairstyle.
her long hair was perfectly straight, with bangs framing her pretty face.
Her hair was now black, fading into a vibrant shade of purple.  Her nails
and makeup were in complementary shades that set off her hair perfectly.

   Sarah looked up from the counter when she walked into the bookstore,
taking in her coworker's new look.

   "Wow!  You look amazing!" she said.

   "Thanks!" Jesse replied, taking a twirl to show off her hair and outfit.
The tight white tee shirt left no doubt that she was braless, doing nothing
to hide her dark nipples, pierced with barbells.  Her midriff was bare, and
the short skirt in a purple plaid pattern showed a considerable amount of
skin, as it flared away from her body.  A pair of purple Chuck Taylors
completed the ensemble.

   "I wish I could be that daring.  I don't know how you do it."

   "You should try it out, it's a real rush."

   "Someday maybe..."

   Jesse put her bag in the back, and picked up a handful of books to start
shelving.  As she worked through the store, she noticed that Sarah kept
stealing looks over at her, and every time they made eye contact, her
coworker would look a little bashful, like she'd gotten caught doing
something illicit.

   She decided to play up to it, and give Sarah a real show.  She found a
book that belonged on the bottom shelf along the main corridor from the
cash register, and once she was sure that Sarah was looking she knelt down
facing her, and made sure her legs were far apart, displaying her hairless
pussy.

   She made a deliberate show of rearranging the books on the bottom shelf,
pretending not to notice Sarah's wide-eyed look of shock.  When she looked
in Sarah's direction, she gave her a big grin and slowly closed her legs.
She noted that her co-worker no longer looked away.

   The front door chimed and the spell was broken.  She stood up, while
Sarah gamely turned her attention to the new customer.

   A few minutes later, after the customer departed, Jesse sidled up beside
her.

   "Are you okay."

   "Yes...  I don't know how you're brave enough to do that..."

   "You really need to try it."

   "I don't know, I don't think I can."

   "Start small."

   "What do you mean?"

   "Go in the back and take off your panties.  You don't have to show
anything, but I promise you, the excitement of realizing the secret that
nobody but us knows will be incredibly fun."

   Sarah made a hesitant smile, held her breath for a moment and said
"Okay. Be right back." She walked to the back room, trembling a little in
fear and excitement.

   "Bonus points if you take off the bra too." Jesse called after her.

   Just about the time she'd started to think Sarah was going to chicken
out, the door to the back room opened, and the pretty brunette, stepped
out, her arms crossed over her large breasts.  She smiled at Jesse, and
uncrossed her arms, revealing a pair of white cotton panties and a rather
conservative bra in her hand.

   "See?" Jesse exclaimed, grinning at her.  She admired Sarah's rock hard
nipples through the grey tee shirt, noting the obvious swaying of her
unfettered breasts.  "You look amazing too!"

   "Really?  I feel so self conscious..."

   "Amazing, trust me."

   The rest of the shift was more fun for both of them than could normally
be expected in a small downtown bookstore.  Jesse told her about her recent
exploits with the amateur stripping contest, as well as working as a
photographer's model.

   Sarah listened in rapt attention, particularly fascinated to hear about
the modeling.

   "I'll show you the pictures when they're available." Jesse went to the
photography section and found some of the photographer's other work.  Sarah
paged through the very explicit but artful pictures.

   "You did stuff like this?" She asked.

   "You'll see." She replied.  "It paid very well."

   ---

   At the end of the evening, Sarah gave her a tight hug, and thanked her
for making it a really fun work night.

   "I had a great time too.  It definitely made the night go by faster."

   She kissed Sarah on the cheek, and left for home.  It dawned on her as
she drove that all she'd seen of Sarah's cute figure was her erect nipples.
It was a nice tease, but she'd have to get her more out of her shell.

   That night, she drifted off to sleep, tantalizing visions of Sarah's
large breasts floating before her.