Requested story. Girl gets increasingly enticed by money and the alluring photographer next door.

Growing up in a trailer park, I always felt like I was expected to act a certain way. And not exactly In a good way. Most girls were already pregnant by the time they were 13 or 14. I wasn’t very popular with the other kids in the park, I spent most of my time studying, reading or doing homework, all of which I did on the computer.

I never pursued any of them, but I was never unaware of my looks. Boys and even men had flirted with me and tried to make moves with me since I first hit puberty. I always kind of liked the attention, but was to shy and nervous to act on it.

I was about 5 and some change feet tall, and I had bleach blond hair that I hated, but kept as my mom would insist it’s what boys liked. I got boobs pretty early on, and by the time I was 16 I was sitting at a solid C cup. I quit the year before, but I used to run track in school and because of that I was left with an extremely tight and pert butt. I know all this because it’s often shouted at my from porches on my walk home from school. I try to ignore them, and I say I hate it, but there’s always a part of me, somewhere in the back of my head that likes it and insists I keep wearing short shorts and low cut tops.

Trailer parks were cheap, but that didnt keep me and my mom from struggling to make our payments. There was a payment coming up in 2 weeks and as it stood, there was no way we’d have enough.

That’s when the empty lot next to us was finally rented and occupied. Most trailers in this park were old, used and quickly deteriorating. All but one. The one that moved next to us. This guy rolled in with this massive, shiny, black and tan RV. It looked like it was straight out of the tv.

Almost immediately the owner came over and knocked on or crumbling screen door to introduce himself. He came in and sat at our little round table across from me and my mom as we talked. He told us that he was a specialty photographer and went on in detail about how he has a keen eye for talent and how he makes his living off of shooting special pictures of these “natural beauties” as he called them. It was clear he just took pictures of girls in their underwear of bikinis or something. The entire time he’s talking, hes looking at my mom and predominantly talking to her and not me, but for some reason I couldn’t help but shake the feeling this was all directed at me.

A week goes by and our bill is right around the corner, and we are short 150 dollars. With tensions high me and my mom got into a fight, screaming about money loud enough for anyone awake and nearby to hear.

That’s when I stepped out and found Mike standing outside my trailer smoking a cigarette. He smiled at me with a certain guile that made me uneasy.

And this is where I am now. Talking to Mike about this “opportunity” to make 150 bucks in an hour.

“So I just have to put on a bikini, strike a couple poses and you’ll pay me 150 dollars? That’s it?”

“Yup, sweet gig right?” He was looking me directly in the eye, his seedy smile never wavering.

Before I could even say I agree, he had his hand on my shoulder and was walking me into his RV. It was the first time i had felt air conditioning outside of the olive garden on my birthday. The seats were leather, the cabinets marble, the floor a shiny white tile, it was beautiful, hands down the nicest trailer I had ever seen.

My first thought was how he made enough money for it all, and why he was in my dump of a trailer park.

“Here, put this on, it’s your size I’m sure” he had his hand stretched out, holding a bright pink bikini.

I took it and went to the bathroom to change. A few minutes later I walk out to a series of bright flashes from Mikes camera. I wanted to ask if there was a larger size as this bikini was very tight; holding tight against my breasts causing them to become rounder and tighter so that I had boob squished outside of all sides of the bikini. The fabric stretching, it was nothing more than a pink triangle covering my nipples and a little skin. The bottom piece was worse, the band’s on the sides seemed too big, I had to hike the straps way up over my hips to hold the piece in place. The result was the tip of the front fabric was just below the line where my pubic hair started, and was just visible from the top. The back was essentially a thong, laying flat on the hanger it looked like a standard bikini bottom but stretched on me now, it was no more than a thong.

With the sudden series of blinding flashes, I was almost disoriented and completely forgot to ask about the suit. Instead I shuffled out into the living room and tried to shield my eyes from the flashes. After a couple minutes I turned around to save my eyes.

“Holy shit, perfect, you have an incredible ass Holly… yeah, now pop it out a little bit… bend over, yeah perfect” he continued to compliment me and give me instructions. The little voice in the back of my head that always liked the attention got louder and louder till it’s all I heard.

Then the flashes stopped and he was handing me an envelope with money in it. He told me to leave so he could edit the shots and to come back tomorrow.

I went home and laid in bed unable to sleep for hours, all I could think of was what I just did and the excitement from it. I noticed I was even a little wet, something that doesn’t happen often.

So the next morning I knock on his door first thing. He answers with that same deceitful smile and invites me in. He starts to show me the pictures from last night and to my utter amazement, I looked incredibly sexy. I couldn’t help but feel proud and equally excited.

“So here’s how it works Holly, I get requests from viewers for specific photos. The requests range from anything like last night, to what you’d consider probably very extreme. The thing is though, the more extreme, the more they’re going to pay. Are you interested in making some more monet?”

Without even thinking I heard myself say “yes, what’s next?”

I regretted saying it immediately, I felt guilty about this all but it was shadowed by excitement and nerves. I knew I’d continue but I hoped I’d eventually feel strong enough to say no, that just wasn’t right now.

“So I got a couple offers here, you let me know how much you’d like to make today. We got one for 250 dollars to just be naked, we got one for 400 to wear a diaper and pose like a little girl and finally one for 750 to give a blowjob.”

“Um woah, idk if I’m going to be having sex on camera. That’s like legit porn. Maybe the other girls around here would, but not me”

“Heh, sure. So how much you wanna make?”

“I guess 250.. though I was kind of hoping for more.”

“Well you don’t need to hope, you literally can. You get how this works right?”

He was still smiling, but somehow it seemed angrier, frustrated. I started to feel pressured, and coupled with my unidentifiable feeling to want the attention, I forced a smile and said “Um okay, how about 650 today?”

“Atta girl, go ahead and strip.”

So standing there, still in my plaid pajamas from the night before, I stripped first my top, revealing my perky smooth tits and my small pink nipples. The A.C. was chilling against them. Then I undid the drawstring and dropped my pants, revealing my thick untrimmed bush, my solid and slim thighs all the way down to my pale feet. The whole time the flashes of his camera filled the room with blinding white light.

Once I was naked. I followed his instructions for poses while he continued to snap away. Eventually he said that was enough and to go to the bathroom and to get a diaper from the cabinet.

I came back wearing a light pink diaper with pictures of Disney princesses on it. He told me to put on my pajama pants, turned me around and put my hair into pigtails, one on each side of my head. I felt incredibly silly, but reluctantly continued to follow his instructions. I mostly would pucker my lips and try to pout and pose on my back with my legs in the air pretending to cry. It all felt weird but afterwards with a new, heavier envelope, I walked out with a big grin on my face, and a familiar dampness in my crotch.

Couple days later I answer a knock on my door to find Mike with the sleesiest smile yet.

“How does 1.5 grand sound?”

My heart dropped, that’s more money than I’ve ever seen, but I knew it had to be crazy. If a blowjob was 750, and this is twice as much, It must be sex or something.

“Um I don’t know… what is it?”

“So hear me out. A regular client of mine, the one who initially got the bikini shoot, wants to see you have sex.”

I asked him to talk in his trailer in private, so we did. We talked for about an hour. At first I was adamant about not doing it, but by the end he had worn me down and convinced me it wasn’t that bad. I only had one condition, he couldn’t finish inside me, I had seen too many other young girls get knocked up.

So he set up the cameras all around the couch to auto shoot so he could, as he said, “participate”.

This time the voice in the back of my head was gone. All I had was me telling myself I didn’t want to do this. Before I knew it I felt his hand rubbing me through my bush followed soon by what I could only assume was the head of his cock pressing against my pussy. I wasn’t wet at all though. He tried pressing on but after several winces he stood up to get something from the counter; lube. One squirt later and I feel the head of his cock on my now oily pussy, this time pressing in without a problem.

I didn’t tell him this was the first time. Idk if it was the shame, guilt, or actual pain, but I had started crying. Each thrust from behind me sent waves up my body, shaking my tits back in forth and ending at my eyes, each wave seeming to force out another wave of tears. The white flashing filling the room the entire time. I was sweating towards the end, my whole body brimming with heat. But it all felt cold compared to what I felt next.

All of a sudden I feel Mikes hands on my hips, forcefully pulling me tight against him as he makes one final, powerful thrust deep inside me. I look back to see his knees lock, his back arch just ever so slightly and before I realized what was about to happen, he let’s out a grunt and I feel a wave of warmth deep inside my waist. It felt like a ball of ember that spread rapidly throughout me. As the wave of warmth washed over me, it was followed by an immediate sense of anger, betrayal and fear. He had cum inside me. The one thing I said not too.

I quickly got up, got dressed and ran out the door, grabbing the envelope on the way out.

I laid in my bed and cried, feeling like I let myself down and betrayed my own morals. I didn’t sleep at all that night. I was stuck in a never ending thought cycle telling myself I fucked up and at the same time trying to convince myself it’s not that bad. By the morning I just felt numb. By that night though, I had talked myself into justifying what I did and thinking it was what I wanted.

A couple days passed and I started to feel normal again, but every time I walked by that envelope on my counter I couldn’t help think “but what if?” Quickly reassuring myself never again.

A week later I found myself outside, my hand clenched in a fist, telling myself I can do this, telling myself Fuck Mike, I make my own decisions. And with that…”knock knock”

“Hey Holly, come on in. How much you wanna make today?”

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