PART 1: An unexpected tenant

 

The room echoed with the sound of her hand furiously rubbing across her glistening pussy.

 

"I'm cumming! Oh yes! Oh yes!"

 

Sarah was screaming but her mind was elsewhere. On the other side of the room, her computer was showing a guy in a gaming chair masturbating. Sarah could tell he was about to cum by the way his eyes were closed and how he was not looking at her anymore, even though he had spent around a hundred bucks to have this one-on-one sexcam session with her: the petite, fit, busty girl of his dreams.

 

"Cum for me, cum for me big boy!", she encouraged him. It was almost 4PM and she had an appointment -a real life appointment- just after him. She was thinking about how little time she'd have to clean up and how it would be great if he could *please* finally cum.

 

"Spurt that load for me oh yes, yes! Let's cum together baby!", she said, her voice a bit more robotic and less sexy than she would have wanted.

Her hand moved faster across her flesh, making the squishy sound of the lube on her sex as loud as she could to entice him. Shlick-shlick-shlick-shlick.... until, finally, the guy came with a grunt. She joined him with a high pitched scream and fake convulsions of pleasure.

 

Tears in her voice, carefully crafted from years of practice teasing men, she concluded the call: "Ooooh that was so good baby, I can't take it anymore, I love doing that with you!!! That was so good..." A sob here. A hint of sadness in her voice. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." The guy looked confused, touched, a bit worried as they always do, and she stopped the stream.

 

Immediately, her tears stopped and she began to clean up. As she was walking to the bathroom, she heard a "ting", signaling the guy certainly had sent her even another tip. Sucker.

 

The shower was an opportunity to reset. The water dripped on her petite, toned brunette body, clinging for a second on her hard, firm breasts implants, trying to wash away Sarah the camgirl, the sex object, the male fantasy. But it's been almost two years since she became a cam girl and she felt she could never go back to the innocent girl she once was. She was permanently marked with a handful of tattoos on the first months of working: a hearth shape there, small thorns on the ankle, a thin tramp stamp during the brief time it became popular again... then came the lips filler and, a few months ago, the implants. The fake tits had been a good investment: she gained in popularity fast after getting them. They were almost already paid off.

She snapped out of her thoughts. Less then 10 minutes remained before she had to met a potential tenant for her free room.

 

The intercom suddenly buzzed. The girl was early.

 

"Yes, yes, coming!", Sarah screamed back to no one (the visitor being at the door, 4 floors below). She got out of the shower, barely taking time to dry herself and went to press the button to open the building entrance.

 

On the other end of the intercom, the female applicant heard her voice crackling: "It's on the fourth floor!"

There, on the first floor, the girl found the voice oddly familiar, as well as the name associated to the directory plate but she couldn't put her finger on it. She was a thin, painfully plain young woman named Lucy. Lucy was the kind of girl not pretty enough to be noticed, but not ugly or weird enough to be bullied. In high school, she managed to find a comfortable spot in Emily's group (the reigning queen bee), and stayed in her shadow year after year. Staying close to Emily had meant silently bearing witness to constant put-downs, petty sabotage, and carefully orchestrated social exclusion of outsiders. She gritted her teeth as she watched Emily making the life of so many girls outside her group miserable but this discomfort and loyalty she had to maintain toward Emily had been a small price to pay to avoid becoming a target herself and get a relative peace of mind. Thanks to that, she managed to keep her grades up and, after two year of preparing the entrance exam, had been accepted in one of the most prestigious business school of the state. A big step up compared to her parents humble background, a path to become the successful businesswoman she envisioned herself to become.

One of the biggest problem was the rent: she had to find a place to stay, preferably near the school, but the prices in the city were maddening. Thankfully, considering her low income background and good school grades has been she managed to get a housing grant that would surely help her get a place to stay.

 

Maybe even right here, she thought, going in the building.

 

Five minutes later she arrived Sarah's door, whose jaw dropped.

 

"...Lucy?! Lucy from Pearson High school?

-Lena?

-I go by Sarah now. You told me your name was Lucy but I didn't make the connection! How are you?"

 

Lucy was the third person to come inquire about the room. The thin, golden brown, pale girl had been a classmate of Sarah some years before. Both girls never have been very close, not friends by any mean, especially after Lucy's group fueled the rumors about Sarah (called Lena back then) doing sex work as soon as she turned 18. It was true, she started stripping and doing cam show as soon as she could to help her family, but she never imagined her classmates would find it so soon. Sarah was almost kicked out of high school and had to fucking change her name because of the clique Lucy was in. She was persuaded Lucy was one of the main instigator of the harassment.

 

In a state of shock, Sarah went through the motion, showing her former school bully the apartment and the room she would live in if... if by some improbable turn of events she would rent a room in her apartment to one of her worse enemy. Lucy kept talking, saying how convenient this room would be, how close it was to her business school and how it would be easier since we were friends already.

Friends?! Sarah suddenly realized how Lucy was totally oblivious on how much she HATED her guts.

 

As they went back to the front door Lucy was still talking saying how perfect it was, except the rent was a bit expensive, at almost 1.000 bucks for a single room.

 

Well, duh. Even at this price Sarah got a dozen of applications and she didn't need to rent her room to a lying, backstabbing, goody-two-shoes snake like Lucy. Sarah had to refuse. She smiled at Lucy, grateful for this small opportunity for revenge. Lucy's group had been calling her a slut, a whore, labeling porn as vile and degrading, slutshaming her.

But now, after two years, who was begging who? Who had an apartment in the city center, and who was begging to rent a room in it? Ha! Or... Lucy was starting to talk about how she had a housing grants, a guarantee she would pay on time, more reliable than having a part-time job.

A part-time job. Still smiling at Lucy, a devious idea suddenly popped in Sarah's head.

She could close the door on her face... Tell her "no"... and have a small revenge... or... she could let her in... and... and.... yes... she could picture it now... she just needed to make sure Lucy would move in with her... maybe give her a deal... a deal she couldn't refuse...

 

"Six hundred...", Sarah blurted almost against her will. "...uh ...fifty. Because we're friends." A large fake smile to sell it.

 

Lucy couldn't believe it. It was VERY cheap for the area. She was surprised to see Sarah buying the whole "friend" charade but decided that, after all, why not? Lucy was one of those people thinking highly of themselves, convinced they are always in the good side of stories, the kind that didn't hesitate to twist the past if that could make her look or feel better.

 

"R-really? Wow. Thanks a lot!", she cooed, a bit too fake for her own liking. Still, she went for a hug to seal the deal but was stopped by Sarah.

 

"Wait... You know the kind of job I'm doing, right?"

Lucy pouted.

"Oh. You're still doing...uh... that?

-Yep! I strip two nights a week and also do cam shows in my bedroom. That's ok with you?

-Of..of course. I'm so sorry for how you were treated back then."

 

Lying snake, thought Sarah. She decided to push it a bit more.

 

"You're sure you're ok with that? Many of my friends are sex workers and you'll meet them for sure. You're not against porn, or sex work?

-N-no of course not.

-Really? You weren't involved in that group? I remember something about your parents complaining...

-Yes, I mean, it's my parents. Not me.

-Aw! I'm so happy to hear that! So, you think sex work is a legitimate, respectable, job?", said Sarah, arching an eyebrown.

 

"Uh, I mean, it's not very conventional but I think uh... uh... it's a... perfectly... respectable job."

 

That wasn't Lucy position AT ALL 2 years ago. But, even if Lucy has been part of the group that protested so vehemently against Sarah back then, she hasn't been the leader either (Emily was), so... she was betting she could gaslight her.

 

"I'm glad you say so.", said Sarah, amused by her shameless change of conviction. She decided to see if she could push her even further. "Because I'm often half naked in the house. Also, I would need, sometime, to study porn on the big screen in the common area with my friends. On a purely professional basis. Is it going to be a problem?"

 

WHAT THE FUCK, thought Lucy. What a disgusting slut. But, for a room this cheap in this area, she could live with that.

 

"N-no... I mean... I'll look away, that's all."

 

Sarah giggled.

"Sure! Then it's settled! 650 bucks a month."

 

The two girls hugged.

 

650 a month, thought Sarah. She was sacrificing a lot of money, but she'll make sure to get her money worth.

 

PART 2: Preparing the downfall

Lucy arrived two weeks later.

Sarah opened the door to the girl, dressed with white sneakers, a blue jean hugging her thin frame and a pale pink blouse covering her flat chest, pulling an enormous suitcase.

 

"Hey Sarah.

-Hello, please come in!", she chirped.

 

During this two weeks, Sarah didn't stay idle and prepared two things for Lucy.

First, with the help of a tech guy friend, she installed multiple HD cameras in the room to get her housemate in every angle. But the most important camera was lodged in the ceiling, pointed at the desk.

The camera captured Lucy settling in, opening her bags, rearranging the room a bit. Putting her computer on the desk. Logging in. Typing her password, captured in HD. On the first week of her old schoolmate moving in, Sarah got access to all her accounts (most were using the same password anyway).

 

Hands trembling with excitement, Sarah managed to get into her banking app. Only one account, a bit over 3 thousand dollars. Sarah disabled all notifications, and registered her card on some shady online casinos and porn sites. Every day, she would spend several hundreds, calculating it would deplete completely in about 4 weeks.

 

Second, Sarah had acquired drugs from an acquaintance working on porn sets. During this first week, she drugged Lucy. Her first day at school, she was already under a cocktail of roofies/GHB/Rohypnol that has been sipped in her water flask, starting with very low dose. Sarah ramped it up progressively, fueled by rage. On Tuesday, she gave her a bigger dose, not happy with the effect, and an even bigger dose the next day.

On Thursday Sarah had a scare as Sarah was so sick she couldn't even go to school. She helped her back to bed and kept the dosage low from now on. She wanted Lucy slow, confused and tired, hoping to make her fail her classes but not turn her into a full on zombie.

Let's say Lucy didn't make a good impression during her first week. She managed to socialize a bit, but she never had been very good at it and... she was so tired. She couldn't really follow conversation or what the teacher was saying really. She tried her best to navigate through an heavy, confusing brainfog that was sapping her energy.

 

At the start of the second week, Sarah used the passwords she stole from her desktop to take care of Lucy's housing grant. One day, while Lucy was away from her computer, Sarah logged in and navigated to the grant website. A prominent notice reminded users to "promptly report any additional income sources to ensure accurate grant calculations." with a link to do so. Perfect. Sarah clicked eagerly. She fabricated a detailed record of new earnings – gifted money, tutoring sessions, modeling gigs, and submitted it as supplemental income. She watched with grim satisfaction, anticipating the inevitable clawback of funds once Lucy's grant status would be reassessed. The simulation was very clear: Lucy wasn't eligible to a single penny anymore. For good measure, she added some rules to Lucy's mailbox: every mail sent by the housing committee would be deleted immediately.

 

She ran back to her own room, heart racing and sent a message to her tech friend: "It's done."

 

In the following days, Lucy would receive a fake email from him, but still from a very legitimate looking address, stating the following:

 

"Subject: Important Update Regarding Your Housing Grant

 

Dear Ms. xxxxxx,

 

Please be advised that your housing grant application is currently undergoing a mandatory administrative review due to recent revisions in eligibility criteria. This assessment is part of a system-wide process initiated on November 15th.

 

The Committee anticipates completing this evaluation and will reinstate grant funding, including any applicable retroactive payment, within four (4) months.

We are really sorry and appreciate your patience as we finalize our determination.

 

Sincerely,

 

The Regional Housing Assistance Department"

 

The trap has been set.

 

 

PART 3: Struggles

 

It took all of Sarah's self-control to not burst out laughing before the pathetic display unfolding before here. Lucy had asked to sit with her in the kitchen, saying she had some bad news. Oh, really?

 

"Can you give me... 4 months?", Lucy finally choked out.

-What do you mean 4 months?! I have a mortgage to pay, and I'm already renting to you super cheap! And didn't you tell me you had housing grants?"

 

Lucy launched into a frantic explanation, sobbing, explaining how the grants would come back in 4 months, how her accounts were emptied, on how the bank was having a hard time tracking the multiple shady websites that charged her card (half believing her claims about being "hacked"), on how she would pay as soon as possible... Seeing her so vulnerable, crushed, almost made Sarah back off. Almost.

 

"Listen... calm down. Calm down. It sucks! Yes it sucks! But it's not the end of the world." She waited for Lucy to meet her eyes (a glazed, tearful mess) before continuing.  "You don't have an housing grant anymore, but I'm sure you can find 650 a month, isn't it?"

 

Lucy knew Sarah was right. It was a big set back, but she could rebound. She had just started in her dream school, Sarah was VERY arranging, yes, she could find a student job and make enough to cover the rent. She could make it work.

 

"Ok! Let's do it that way: you don't have the pay this month rent..." (Lucie's eyes widened with hope) "...until the end of the month! How is it?"

 

Sarah offered a placating smile, carefully calibrated between sympathy and practicality. "No bad uh? That gives you some breathing room."

 

Her tenant nodded.

 

So began Lucy's relentless job application journey. She applied online, sent cold email, left her resume at grocery stores and cafes. Surely, surely, something would pan out, right?

 

Of course, Sarah sabotaged her every step of the way, dismantling every chance before it materialized. She watched Lucy's mailbox like an obsessive predator, deleting positive answers, interview requests, expressions of interest, as soon as they arrived. She crafted fake rejection letters. A twisted satisfaction bloomed each time she hit "send", knowing she was crushing Lucy's tentative hopes. She was also ready to ramp up the drug dosage to make her fail in person interviews (but Lucy never got one).

Lucy almost landed a barista gig at a trendy coffee shop, until the coffee shop called her back to cancel. Of course, on the other end of the line was simply Sarah's friend posing as the coffee owner. And Sarah herself called back the coffee shop pretending to be a Lucy not interested in the job offer anymore.

 

So, at the end of the third week, with only 2 weeks left to the end of the month, Lucy still didn't had any job. What a catastrophic start for her. Every day, she stumbled through her classes in a dumb stupor, struggling to stay awake during lectures, barely able of forming coherent notes or engaging in discussions. She would come home extremely tired, with barely any memory of the school day and would try to find a job only to fail, fail and fail again, the despair creeping up like a cold knife in her chest. Surely her luck would eventually turn around, wouldn’t it? If not... if not she’d have to swallow her pride, say good-bye to the school, return home, admit defeat to her parents. Her only source of warm was Sarah. Sarah was comforting her, making her food, encouraging her. And, one evening, while Lucy stared blankly into a bowl of noodles, she threw yet another lifeline:

"Cheer up! Guess what? I may have a job for you!"

 

A glimpse of hope.

 

"What is it?

-So! One of my photographer friend is looking for two girls to model lingerie. Usually his studio only work with experienced models but he's trusting me on you.", Sarah explained casually, carefully observing Lucy's reaction. "Since you're a total novice it won't pay much but it's better than nothing...

-How much?", asked Lucy, anxious.

"150$. For two or three hours, top!"

 

Lucy considered it. To her own surprise, she found herself thinking about it more seriously than she should have. Lingerie modeling? It was far removed from her aspirations... still...

 

"I'm... I'm not sure", she answered hesitantly. She knew it would be hard to refuse: it was a quick job, offered on a silver platter, by someone she owned money to.

 

"Why not?", asked Sarah inquisitively.

 

Lucy couldn't say how demeaning she thought this kind of job was, because she already lied to Sarah about her view on porn and didn't want to alienate her further.

 

"I'm uh... I'm not pretty enough.

-Nonsense! They're not looking for bimbos! The concept is 'every day girls'. If not, I'd have applied.", she said, emphasizing what she meant by mimicking a kiss wuth her enhanced lips.

"I don't know..." A pause. "I don't know if I can do it. I feel.. I feel it's..." She felt it was degrading, but she couldn't say it. "I feel it's weird."

 

"What? It's only lingerie! It's like being in a bikini. Don't worry babe, I know the guy, he's a pro. Nothing weird there."

 

Lucy reluctantly agreed.

 

PART 4: The photoshoot

 

This Saturday morning, as she was sitting in the passenger seat of Sarah's car Lucy felt good. It was the first time in week. Instead of the usual dull drag, she felt awake, energized, and surprisingly... excited? A genuine smile touched her lips. Maybe things *were* going to be alright after all.

 

"Remember, the studio is not working with amateurs.", Sarah explained again. "So I said you *really* want to be a glamour model, ok? From now on, you're my 18 years old cousin who want to make it big in the industry, and this is your first photoshoot!"

 

Lucy nodded. My first and last photoshoot. This part wasn't a lie.

She wasn't exactly happy about pretending to be Sarah's younger cousin with a career prospect so far from her own but it sure was beating telling the truth, that she was a student in the best business school of the state reduced forced to pose in lingerie to pay her rent.

 

They arrived at what looked like an unremarkable shared office building. She obediently followed Sarah through the courtyard and couldn't help but notice Sarah's outfit. The short denim cutoffs left her ass cheeks largely peaking out of the fabric, the two rounded forms bouncing rhythmically on the rhythm of her high heels, a hypnotic sway that drew Lucy's gaze... She felt like she was floating, walking on clouds, admiring (even though she wasn't into girls by any means) the backside of the woman guiding her. A crop top revealed most of her upper body, showcasing her toned back and a slender waist curving into generous hips, crowned by the thin and oh-so-slutty outline of a tramp stamp. Clearly, she wanted to give her photographer friend something to think about. Lucy thought she would never dare to dress like that, currently dressed a lot more modestly with long baggy black pants and a green sweatshirt.

They opened a door marked with a discreet sign on the first floor and arrived in some kind of small lounge, with a clean hardwood floor, a kitchen corner, a clothe rack and seats.

 

Unexpectedly, it was a woman that welcomed them. "Hey, you're Lucy? You can leave your stuff there. Follow me." She was the makeup artist, a somewhat plump Asian girl that lead her to the makeup room. Here, she met another girl, the other model, a tall, striking Latina with mixed heritage and a wide, inviting smile. Her makeup was nearly complete; heavy lashes and shimmering sparkles gave her a glamorous, almost untouchable look.

"Give me 5 minutes to finish her makeup and I'll be with you."

 

Sarah came back with Dom, the photographer, a tall man in his fifties, balding, but with piercing, mesmerizing blue eyes.

"Hello Lucy. Sarah never told me she had such a beautiful cousin." A cheap compliment, but it made her smile. He got out a standard modeling contract, that Lucy tried to read but letters seemed to be dancing before her eyes. Still, she couldn't find any flaw and signed. It was a legitimate lingerie shot after all.

 

"Busy day today. Ideally we want to have 5 sets at the end! Adriana here will do a first photoshoot, then you'll do the next one, then her, then you again and finally you'll have the last session together. Alright?" She nodded, still smiling, her eyes locked on his own.

 

Sarah was looking at Lucy. She had stopped the continuous low dose of opiates at the end of the week and switched to a cocktail of cathinones/MDMA and other stimulants this morning that seems to be working perfectly well. A cocktail usually used to make the girls on set willing, happy and horny. She gave her a low dose and was worrying it hasn't been enough. Lucy seemed a but too passive and not eager enough for Sarah's liking.

 

The Latina girl headed off to her shoot while Lucy settled into the makeup chair. It was weird at first being pampered, by another girl, so close to her. Each movement of the brush on her skin sent a ripple of warmth through her body.

40 minutes later, she emerged transformed. The makeup artist had worked wonders, highlighting her cheekbones, darkening her lashes, and subtly contouring her lips. In the mirror, it was a heightened, perfected version of Lucy that stared back. Another girl led her to the dressing room to helped her get ready. Seeing so many people taking care of her somehow reassured her. Sarah was right, it wasn't shady at all. She stripped naked, her long, pale, very delicate frame almost glowing under the harsh lighting of the room. She put on the thin, lacy pantie and matching bra then rolled up stocking on her legs that got attached to a garter belt. To Lucy surprise, she still had to put a black button-up shirt, the fabric completely hiding the little curve she had, and a tight length black and white stiff houndstooth skirt and a business jacket that smelled old and made her feel the same. The set was completed with towering high heels.

She moved clumsily to the set, a glimpse on the mirror confirming her what she was feeling already: she looked like she was playing dress up, awkwardly trying to look like a business woman... and failing. The outfit felt constricting, alienating. The rigid collar of the jacket chafed against her skin, and the heels wobbled precariously with each step. She had fantasies of herself wearing business suit, a suit that would give her a commanding presence in an office to lead a team of people. But this was a twisted version of that. Floating in the smelly jacket, she felt small and like an impostor.

But the photographer wasn't thinking the same way: "Wooah, perfect Lucy, get in the center of the room please", said Dom, already behind his camera.

Sarah noticed that even with the drugs in her system Lucy was clamming up, visibly insecure. Shit. She didn't give her enough of it.

 

"That's beautiful, beautiful. There, stop here, you're perfect here. Ok now look at me..." She did, laughing awkwardly, hunching her back. "Beautiful beautiful.", lied Dom. The whole session would have been a disaster if he wasn't a real pro. After a handful of pictures, he announced it was time for a break. He spent some time chatting with Sarah and Lucy aside, getting to know her, establishing rapport, and, finally, Lucy relaxed again. When she went back to the set she was smiling, almost teasing him. He had everyone vacating the set, leaving only them two (much to Sarah's disappointment who would have love to witness the slow degradation of Lucy firsthand). It wasn't a high stake, stressful photoshoot anymore, it was a playful game between the photographer and the model. Like two friends playing some game. First, the easier part, she removed the annoying, moldy jacket and smiled at Dom who gave her a thumb up she could barely see under the lights. Slowly, she unbuttoned the shirt, her bright white skin contrasting with dark material.

 

"Perfect! Now, show me the lingerie, it's a lingerie shooting after all!"

 

The young woman lifted up her skirt teasingly, unsteady on her heels, exposing the lacy band of a stocking. She was smiling widely, her face red as a beetle. "Perfect, perfect!" The camera clicked as she finally peeled off her shirt, revealing her bra. She then slided down her skirt a bit awkwardly to get fully in lingerie. "Beautiful, that's it! Look at me... Ok, perfect! Turn on the left... a bit more... Yes. We have it!" Almost one hour had passed already, it was high time for Adriana to replace her on the set.

Lucy removed her heels with satisfaction and ran back to the makeup artist. This time, the makeup was bolder, with heavy fake eyelashes and complex patterns of sparkles on her eyelids. Now, she was looking glamorous and couldn't believe it was herself in the mirror and not some Hollywood star. She was dressed in a new set of black lingerie under a tight, sleeveless red dress that reached mid-thigh. Black high-heeled shoes with straps and block heels on her feet. It was a step up above a clubbing outfit, but not so much. In this attire, she felt more at ease, the heels were easier to walk in, the clothes weren't so constricting like the business woman outfit was.

This second session went a lot quicker, because she was more relaxed and, well, she had less clothes to remove, only this red tight dress. She was radiant this time, giving genuine smile back to the photographer praises.

She switched places with the Latina again to get even heavier makeup, darker and thicker eyeshadow, bolder colors, that made her look... dangerous. She didn't recognized herself at all. Who was that confident, fierce (...slutty) girl looking back at her with such an intense gaze?

She and the other model wore matching corsets, in different colors, black for her and red for Adriana, completed by transparent panties and the unavoidable stockings. Covered with a long, see through lacy robe, they both went back to the set. Posing with someone else was a different experience. Lucy had to admit how good Adriana looked. As they posed together, she glimpse with envy at her darker, flawless skin under the lights, so hot to the touch. The wide curves of her hips, the heaviness of her breasts painfully reminding her how lacking she was in this department.

"Ok, get closer now..." She was listening to Dom without seeing him, blinded by the spotlights, without seeing anyone else but her sexy fellow model, absorbed in a little world of blinding light were everything was possible. She reminded herself how her makeup was making her look: bold, confident, invincible.

 

"Closer..."

 

The taller girl moved her arm around Lucy's shoulders. The gowns were laying on the floor now. The two girls were skin to skin in lacy, transparent lingerie, and that was making both of them shiver. Lucy could feel the hot breath of the Latina on her neck and her nipples, very visible under the thin material, hardened. She felt good and warm under the spotlight. Was it the light that made her so hot? What it is something else?

"It's beautiful what you're doing, perfect." A flash sound. Dom voice dropped lower. "It's art. Move a bit to the right, closer. Yes. Yes, that's perfect pose."

 

"Now girls..." (flash) "I'll offer you something, ok?"

Lucy nodded, puzzled.

 

"You two have really good chemistry. It would be really beautiful if, and I say if, we could take this a little further. Lucy, your cousin told me you want to perform in the adult industry, right?"

She blushed profoundly. "R-right.", she lied.

"What about you, Adriana?"

 

Adriana, still holding Lucy, looked at her with a small smile.

"If Lucy is down, I'm down.", she said, her breath distractedly teasing Lucy's ear. Down for what? wondered Lucy.

 

"I'll add it to the contract. For a naked shoot, 150 more, so 300 total."

 

Three hundreds!

Maybe it was because of the money, that would cover almost half her rent. Maybe it was because of her state of relaxation, maybe because the photographer was so good at his job. Maybe it was the fact they were only all three in the studio and she felt safe under the warm spotlight, playing the role of a bold, confident sexy woman under Dom's eyes. Or maybe it was the drugs. Anyway. Lucy nodded slightly, giving Adriana permission to reach behind her back, unclasping her bra. Lucy caught it in her arms, hiding her flat breasts. Flash. Flash. Ariana removed her own bra and kept her arm close to her body, mimicking the pose. They both looked at the camera, hiding their nipples, tantalizing teases with sultry eyes.

 

"Perfect girls, perfect!"

 

The bras fell down, exposing their breasts, the heavy, obviously fake breasts of the Latina sharply contrasting with Lucy's small nubs. Lucy heart was racing, her face flushing red. She was exposing her bare chest, hard nipple pointing provocatively. Well. It wasn't SO bad. The thin, transparent material hadn't covered much until now anyway. At one point, under Dom command, she stood up, leg and eyes closed and let Adriana slide down her panties. There she was, in all her vulnerability, naked under the relentless spotlight. A wave of heat washed over her. She felt exposed, yet strangely liberated. This wasn't Lena from Pearson High anymore.

But, quickly, the shame rushed in, and she covered herself up with her hands in shame. Dom couldn't get much more from her afterward.

 

***

 

"Why did I do that? It was the spur of the moment. I shouldn't have done that." On the way back, Lucy's thoughts spiraled into despair. Why did she pose naked?! Maybe she could call the studio, ask to have the pictures deleted and forget about the money. Forget about her school...

 

"I'm so proud of you Lucy!" Sarah's voice, dripping with excitement, jolted her back to reality. The reality where she was a month late on rent.

 

"Uh... thanks.

-It's not easy the first time. And I didn't know he wanted you to do three different set of pics! That fucker.", laughed Sarah. It made Lucy smile.

 

"I wasn't sure you had it in you!", added Sarah, very purposely. Implying that Lucy had it in her to pose in naked photoshoot. That she was *that* kind of girl.

 

"By the way, this afternoon I'll have a few friend in the apartment. The thing is... They are also models and know Dom, so if you talk to them you'll also have to pretend to be my cousin."

The lie was getting bigger, but she had no choice. The money from the studio hasn't been wired yet. And she rather didn't want them to know she was actually a student.

 

It was already past 2 when they arrived at home, they had pizza for lunch and a special big glass of orange juice for Lucy, something Sarah was sure it would help her relax. As they were still eating, Sarah's friends arrived. All of them were also working in the adult industry. The conversation somewhat excluded Lucy at first, but, as she was getting up to hide in her room, Sarah announced Lucy just did her first porn photoshoot today. All girls cheered.

 

"No no", tried to rebut Lucy, "it wasn't porn, it was...

-Naked pictures. Soft porn!", insisted Sarah, pulling her down to make her sit again.

 

Laughter around the room.

 

"Wow, you're really one of us! Congrats!", said one girl raising a glass of alcohol.

 

"Do you plan to do any more? Is that why you moved in with your cousin?

-Uh...

-Yep, I'll show her the ropes!", said Sarah.

 

One of the girl made some comment about the state of the industry and moved the spotlight away from her. She was grateful for that.

 

At one point, the conversation went back to Lucy:

"Who was the photographer?

-His name was Dom...", she answered.

"Ooooh! Dom! This old fart! Always saying 'perfect', 'perfect' uh?" Laughter again and Lucy couldn't help but laugh with hem, this time.

 

She felt good, like she was smoothly floating in a river with friends. She was considered one of them, something she never really had before. Seeing this camaraderie, being included in this community made Lucy feel better about herself. Exactly what Sarah wanted.

"She is quite shy, though.", she commented, to set her afternoon plan in motion.

 

"Really? Yes she does look quite shy. But she's quite sexy."

Lucy, that was used to be in the background, never heard someone sexualize her that way before. It made her curiously happy.

 

"N-no I'm not...

-Yes! You just need more confidence!

-Don't be shy! Show us what you got!

-Uh?"

 

Laughter again. On after the other, the girls removed their top, liberating heavy breasts from the restraint of their bras. Lucy already had caught some glimpse of Sarah's tits, who wasn't shy about walking half naked in the apartment, but it was the first time she saw them so clearly and she couldn't detach her gaze. Sarah's tits were round and obviously fake, not exactly big, they were objectively medium sized but far too big for a girl as slender as she was. The hard plastic shape complemented perfectly the small muscles very defined on her fit body.

Sarah's friend were of different built, one heavy tattooed blond girl, one Asian (the nicer of the bunch), one Redhead even paler than she was. She suspected the Asian and the Redhead also had boob jobs. Anyway, they all had *tits*, not small nubs like her. The peer pressure was too strong and she also removed her top, laughing, displaying her own chest to the positive encouragements of the girls.

"You look cute! I was the same size as you when I started porn! I can refer you to my surgeon if you need.", said the Asian girl.

"Yeah, you would be very hot with bigger breasts... but you're so cute already.", said another.

 

The girls stayed half naked the whole afternoon, to Sarah's delight. She was happy to see that her friends were playing their part perfectly, encouraging Lucy to drink, to stay topless, making her feel like she belonged, pushing her hatred enemy toward the dark path she planned for her.

 

PART 5: The training

Sunday morning, when Lucy finally emerged from her bedroom, Sarah was already awake. She had prepared a fresh pitcher of orange juice that she knew Lucy loved.

 

She waited until she had her breakfast and announced her something:

"Lucy. I have good news. Dom really liked you yesterday and want another session."

 

Of course, it wasn't such a great new for Lucy. In her head, the photoshoot was absolutely a one-time thing and she hoped to find a proper job soon.

 

"I'm not sure...

-Again?" The smile on Sarah's enhanced lips faded.

"Yes maybe I can find a... a better job.

-You don't think it's a proper job?

-O-of course I do.

-Then it's settled. I'll tell him you're in.

-N-no."

 

Sarah gasped, exasperated.

 

"What do you mean, "no"? I'm paying for the food, I'm giving you a *huge* discount on the room and you can't even pay rent on time. You know I'm really expecting 650 from you before the end of the month, right?"

 

Lucy felt her ears becoming red, like when she was scolded by her parents.

 

"It's not a joke Lucy. If you're not happy with the deal, you can go somewhere else but good luck finding a place to stay without a job or a grant."

Lucy's gaze was transfixed, her mind elsewhere. Maybe she could borrow some money... and reimburse it later, when the grant would come. But what if it didn't?

"Seriously Lucy! Are you listening to me?! I have a MORTGAGE to pay. Helping you is putting ME in a thought spot. You're in your twenties now, it's time to be a responsible adult, alright?"

Her tenant nodded, transfixed, almost in a state of shock. It was not enough for Sarah. She realized it wasn't the good approach.

 

"Look. Lucy."

 

Lucy moved her head up, met her gaze, tears in her eyes.

 

"I don't want to force you something you don't want to do. I know it's hard. Do you think I enjoyed turning to sex work when I was 18? Tell me sincerely."

Lucy never really thought about that. When she was talking about Sarah's cam shows in the group in high school, it was always on the basis that was a voluntary choice for her. But no, she was not so sure.

 

"Answer me.

-I... I don't know."

 

Sarah shook her head. "Like most girls, I started because I didn't have a choice. I needed to support my mother. I know you're a bit ashamed, I know how hard is it to pose nude. I know. Every girl know. The girls you met yesterday had the same doubt, the same fears.", she lied. Most of them were exhibitionist sluts.

 

But Lucy nodded, with more conviction this time.

 

"You have to decide by yourself. I can't force you, I don't want to force you ok? Either you do, or you don't. In any case, I want this month rent at the end of next week."

 

Sarah went back to her room, leaving Lucy to decide.

 

A few minutes later, a knock on the door.

 

"I'll do it.

-You'll do what?", asked Sarah, standing in the doorframe with a smile.

 

"I'll do the... the photoshoot.

-It's your own choice?

-Y...yes." It was either posing naked or going back to her parents and abandoning her dream school. Not much of a choice. Beside she *had* managed the last shoot, didn't she.

 

"Awesome! I'm so glad you decided to stick with it. Okay, here's Dom's message from yesterday."

 

Sarah showed her a text that read:

"Hey Sarah, cute girl yesterday! Is she free for another nude shoot? She's still a bit shy about being naked you'll need to train her a bit and glam her up."

 

 

Sarah took back the phone and said, her voice full of excitement:

"Since you want to try again, you'll have to follow my lead, ok?

-...uh... okay.

-So, first exercise of the day, we go bare-chested all morning like we did yesterday afternoon. Don't hide in your room! You can bring your laptop in the living room to study. It's all about feeling confident in our bodies."

 

Turning words into action, Sarah removed her t-shirt, freeing her round fake breasts. Lucy followed.

 

The morning passed, both girls keeping their chest bare. At the end of the afternoon Lucy wasn't so shocked by it anymore, as a new normal was slowly being established in her mind. A normal were she would keep her small A-cup out during the day.

 

"Alright, it's almost eleven, let's step it up.", said Sarah, removing her pants, exposing a red tong outlining her round ass cheeks. Lucy removed her own pants, to unveil ugly blue stripped panties. She stayed on her seat, working on her laptop in the living until noon, when the suddenly doorbell rang.

 

"Ah!" simply said Sarah. She got up from the couch, her round orbs of flesh still out and buzzed the building door open.

 

"Next exercise us there. Come behind me.

-...what...

-Get up! Come on!"

 

Reluctantly, Lucy moved behind Sarah, feeling exposed in her panties. She tried to hide behind Sarah but it wasn't easy, as the fit but petite woman (not even 5 foot tall) barely reached her chin.

 

Sarah laughed at the ridiculous attempt.

"Don't be so shy! Being naked isn't so bad. Most people are half naked at home all the time."

 

Someone knocked at the door, making Lucy jump. As Sarah went to open the door, she ran away in a flash. On the other side were a food delivery guy, a scrawny white dude that felt like it was his lucky day.

 

"Here's your, uh, food, uh, miss.", he said, eyes locked on Sarah's chest.

"Thank you!", chirped Sarah, giggling.

 

The interaction barely lasted 10 seconds, but enough for Lucy to understand the point.

 

"See? Nothing happened. They see naked people all day.", said Sarah, coming back with a small box of food. "It's good training. You get the next one ok?

-A-are you crazy? I can't...

-Don't be shy. Ok, we'll do the next guy together then."

 

10 minutes later, Lucy still thought Sarah was joking when she heard the doorbell again.

 

"Come behind me", said Sarah. She gripped her hand, this time. "Do not run away."

Behind the door, was an heavy black guy whose eyes almost popped out of his sockets.

"Uh... food... delivery.", he mutters, entranced by the two young beauty almost naked in front of him. The one in front giggled. Too bad the second girl was trying to hide behind the other one. Clearly, they were having some kind of bet, he thought. He didn't have time to investigate further as the door closed quickly on him.

 

"Hahaha, Lucy you should see your face!"

Lucy was red as a beetle, eyes wide open and sporting a large, tense smile on her face.

 

"Are you ok babe?

-Y... yes.

-You see, it's not the end of the world. Just a bit of fun. Play dumb. If they talk to you... just giggle. Ok?"

 

A third guy came. Sarah forced Lucy to stay next to her this time. This delivery guy couldn't keep his eyes away from their nipples, frenetically moving his gaze from Sarah to Lucy's chest. He tried to say something, that was cut off by Sarah's giggle, hand open, asking non-verbally for the bag of food.

 

A fourth guy, an older lad. "Well now... what have we got here?” " Lucy and Sarah were arm to arm and offered no explanation, simply giggled together before collecting the food.

 

Lucy felt objectified, exposed, scrutinized, vulnerable. But Sarah was right, the feeling was less intense with each encounter. Knowing there were no consequences, just a quick flash of skin, then the door closing, made it easier. By the seventh man, Lucy could open the door herself. Sarah watched from the side, a subtle smile playing on her lips as she savored the erosion of Lucy's boundaries, dismantling Lucy's inhibitions, chipping away at her self-worth. Lucy exposed herself —as fast as she could— to the next three men. It was becoming disturbingly easy to answer the door nearly naked, to endure the gaze of the men on her bare chest. And following Sarah’s instruction, she would never explain her behavior, offering only a vacant giggle whenever a man attempted conversation.

 

Once the long streak of food delivery arrived to an end, the two girls sat on the kitchen table, eating. They were both still in their undies.

 

"So... how did it feel? Be honest.", asked Sarah, picking a large part of pizza.

"Uh... It was... weird...

-Scary?

-Yes but...

-Exciting, right?

-Maybe..."

 

After lunch, they moved a step further, both girl removing the last piece piece of clothing. To her own surprise, Lucy once again rapidly adjusted: being completely naked with her roommate, in this warm apartment wasn't such a bad experience.. especially because she stayed seated working on her computer, retreating to her study.

 

But Sarah didn't want to let her hide. She invited Lucy to sit on the couch.

"Ok,", she said, her voice low and laced with amusement, watching Lucy's tense posture. "First rule of sitting from now on: keep you legs open."

 

Slowly, hesitantly, Lucy opened her thighs, unwilling to fully expose herself.

 

Sarah's hand moved, slow and deliberate, over her own pussy. "If you're still a bit shy," she purred, her gaze locking with Lucy's, "keep your hand between your legs." Lucy obeyed, her palm trembling as it cupped her own sensitive flesh, hiding it from view.

 

"Very good. We'll stay naked in the house but I don't want you curling up in a corner. I want you naked and proud. Push your chest forward. Open your legs a bit more. That's right. You can keep you hand in here. Now, tell me... do you watch porn?

-Not much...", answered weakly Lucy. She never watched porn, her parent being so adamant against it she never dared to try even by herself.

"I figured. I'll show you some nude photoshoots, ok?"

 

The big screen flickered to life, displaying a buxom blonde posing in delicate lingerie. With deliberate slowness, the blonde began to undress, each garment falling away to reveal more and more flesh. The video transitioned into a nude photoshoot, Sarah providing a running commentary, dissecting the lighting, the poses, the artistry. But the "artistry" quickly dissolved into something far more explicit. A big, strong, veiny hand reached out, gripping the blonde from behind, and the scene shifted to softcore porn between a muscular lean man dominating a woman with elegant ferocity.

 

Lucy was watching with rapt attention, her hand still between her legs subtly starting to move into a small, hesitant rhythm.

Sarah changed to another model, a brunette, also with large, enhanced bust. All videos she had selected featured women with big fake breats, hoping to make Lucy feel inadequate about her own small nubs. This one was another slow progression from soft, artistic solo videos to straight on porn. From the corner of her eye, she watched Lucy, gaze glued to the video, her hand visibly playing with her pussy now, moving her hips back and forth, mirroring the movements on the screen. For Lucy, the sensation was intoxicating, overwhelming. She hadn't realized how starved she was for this, for this raw, uninhibited display of desire. She hadn't even known she *could* feel like this. She wasn't a virgin, she had a boyfriend during some months, but he had been inexperienced and clumsy and left her feeling... nothing. She even suspected she might be asexual. But now, seeing something as sexy as this for the first time, those beautiful men and women on the big screen, the hard masculine muscles playing with the soft feminine flesh while being herself, naked, exposed and, well, slightly drugged, was more than she could bear. She was oblivious of Sarah now, so comfortable, floating on a warm cloud, fixated on the screen, playing with her pussy, unaware of the soft moan escaping her lips, a sound she didn't recognize as her own, as the big, round breasts were bouncing as the model was fucked hard from behind and...

 

"Alright, we'll stop there.", decided Sarah, turning off the screen, zapping her back to reality.

 

With difficulty, she went back to her computer, to her school study, keeping her legs and a hand between them open as Sarah reminded her to do. Her mind wondered far from the course on economic laws that was in front of her and soon, she resumed masturbating, as discreetly as she could.

 

A bit before seven, the bell ringed again. Lucy wondered who it was. For sure, Sarah wouldn't... wouldn't... Yes, she would. Sarah was already moving toward the door, fully naked like she was herself, and motioned her to come. Lucy got up, strangely excited, euphoric even. Both girl opened the door giggling like brain dead bimbos.

The deliveryman froze, his jaw slack, a half-formed greeting died in his throat as he stared at the full, unapologetic nudity before him. He fumbled with the thermal bag containing their order, nearly dropping it. Lucy giggled, for real this time.

 

And the ballet of restaurants order resumed for the night. Between each guy, Lucy would sit and resume masturbating as Sarah pretended not to notice.

 

The training has been effective. The last delivery arrived just before ten. At this point, Lucy still had a little flicker of apprehension but the numbness had won. How easy it was to be naked, horny, in front of anonymous men. To answer all questions with a simple laugh. She swung the door open without difficulty, exposing her bare shaved (wet) pussy, the small rise of her breasts to the stunned gaze of the last stranger. Playing with a strand of hair, she offered a breathy, empty giggle before accepting the bag and closing the door.

 

Sarah watched with a satisfied smile, already thinking on how to push her even further.

 

PART 6

 

Monday arrived. Sarah didn't give Lucy any drugs this morning. She wanted the drugs to help to smooth the process, not make her a zombie or an addict. She hoped the withdrawal from the stimulants would be enough to undermine Lucy's day.

As Sarah predicted, the night has been rough for Lucy. She could barely sleep, spent most of it in a crazed , heightened state of excitement. The first part of the night, she masturbated after going to bed to movies Sarah sent her to study on her phone... until the withdrawal kicked in: spikes of paranoia, nightmares, crippling fear. She got up several times to throw up.

 

So, the next day, going to school was a challenge. She was particularly sluggish and exhausted, hiding at the back of the classroom, where none of her classmates or teachers tried to talk to her. She was starting to get a reputation, slowly becoming the weirdo, the dumb one, some people wondering what she was even doing here and how did she manage to pass the entrance exam. But she failed to notice, focusing all her energy to get through the day.

Sarah had a malicious joy seeing her state when she came home. She wanted Lucy to consider the school dull, exhausting, frustrating, she wanted it to contrast sharply with her new porn life, a life that should feel exciting, pleasurable and even desirable. She instructed her to get nude again in the house but didn't subjected to any "training". Lucy crashed on her bed after a silent dinner, her bare ass on the cold kitchen chair, keeping her legs open wide according to the instruction she was given.

 

On Tuesday, she felt a lot better, slowly getting back to her baseline, but the school was still a hassle because she was seriously falling behind now. When she returned home, Sarah was dressed in gym clothes instead of being naked. She still asked her to strip, but, this time, she also had prepared a handful of sport clothes for her to wear as part of her training.

 

"Get dressed, we're going out!"

 

Lucy stuttered as she picked up what she considered very small stretchy shorts: "I... I can't go out wearing that."

"It's just gym clothes, Lucy.", stated Sarah, visibly annoyed. "If you can't wear gym clothes, don't bother posing nude."

 

Nodding, Lucy dressed up, pulling on her thighs the pink, tight, spandex gym shorts. It hugged her butt perfectly. Next was a matching backless sport bra, emphasizing her small chest.

"Put this in.", said Sarah, giving Lucy filled socks to put in her bra. The padding made her chest look like a C or D-cup.

 

Then, she covered herself with an oversize shirt and baggy sweatpants. White sneakers and a cap completed the look.

 

Both girls went out together, outfit matching, and walked to the nearby gym. It wasn't the kind of clothes Lucy was used to wear but it wasn't so bad being in the street in baggy sport gear.

 

After a short 5 minutes walk, they entered the gym building. In front of the lockers that were outside the changing room, in the main gym area, Sarah stopped her. "We'll use these lockers.", she explained. Sarah simply removed her t-shirt and pulled down her pants, without any shame in the world. An eyebrown arched toward Lucy.

Her tenant looked around nervously. She was expecting to go in the locker room. But it made sense. They just had to remove the baggy clothes. Here, in the main room, for all to see. Most of the people here were men, some running on treadmill, some using elliptical bikes and, a bit further, some were using weight machines. She felt like they were all looking at her, waiting for her to change, even though she knew it wasn't the case.

 

There was also an handful of girl, most of them dressed in tight, revealing clothing. Very form fitting yoga pants, very short spandex shorts, tiny sport bra. It was the current fashion. Hands trembling, she removed her own top, exposing her torso to the cold air conditioning of the gym. She knew it was irrational but still felt weird, almost like she was stripping down to her underwear in public. Clumsily, she slided down her baggy pants, her ass encased in the neon pink form fitting garment popping out.

 

"Good! Now follow me."

 

Never had been so acutely aware of her own ass, feeling the cheeks rubbing together, swaying left to right, she followed Sarah, wearing her own ultra tight green neon short but completely at ease.

 

The next hour was a gym session centered on her ass. They went in the back of the gym and did glute bridges, walking lunges and squats among other female gym members dressed in similar outfit. Some of them had yoga pants that looked painted on. It was normal. It became normal for Lucy. After 2 hours, they went back home without covering up. Lucy was so sore and tired she almost didn't notice she was walking in the street exposing her ass molded in the neon pink short.