Andy loved taking pictures of his lovely wife, Sally. The pictures often drew praise from friends and family, and this led to Sally thinking about a career in modelling. With Andy's support, she took some modelling lessons and applied for work.

It was disappointing at first. Many times an interviewer would ask her to remove her clothing; the result was always the same: either Sally stocked out in an angry fit or the company rejected her application. It was clear to both Sally and Andy that she would have to take some clothes off just to get started.

"Just to get started." That became Sally's justification for everything that happened.

At last an interview went well. In an old building on the 4th floor, she spoke to a portly gentleman of middle age, sweating and balding and getting chubby, and showed him some of Andy's photographs. This time when he asked her to remove her blouse, she did. But she was relieved to hear him say that she looked good in a bra and they were looking for someone for a lingerie ad.

Delighted, she accepted the job and was asked to return the next day at 2 p.m.

After she left, Baldy called his partner, Griff. "We've got another hot one. Great tits and cunt, but a little shy. Work her over carefully. She is anxious to get into the modelling business." They both laughed cruel laughs. Baldy hung up and returned to licking the cunt of a young model just finished her photo shoot with the black camera crew.

Sally arrived promptly at their studios on the 5th floor. The large floor area in the old factory had been divided into various sets used for photo shoots. Sally was impressed with the variety of sets. She was surprised when Griff came from his office and introduced himself. He was the tallest black man that Sally had ever met, and he wore an Italian suit with an elegant tie, and he smelled good.

"Hello, Sally. It's good to meet you. I'm Griff." He flashed an incredible smile and took her hand, then lingered and brought her hand to his lips. "It's always wonderful to meet a new model."

Sally was nervous at this kind of attention. "So Griff," she asked with a furrow in her brow, "what kind of lingerie am I modelling? I mean, do you know my bra size?"

Griff laughed softly at that. "Don't worry, Sally, It will be alright." She could hear a little Jamaican in his accent. "We have all sizes and types of lingerie for you to try on this afternoon. That means bras, panties, and girdles. So let's just go and have fun. What do you say?"

Who could disagree with that? Sally certainly was not inclined to disagree, although something bothered her. It wasn't until much later that she realized he had mentioned panties. They wanted her to model panties. Little did she know. The photo shoot was set up to become a porn shoot.