“That’s it, smack that ass with the crop.” the photographer said as Katrina did exactly that.
She closed her eyes and tilted her head back a bit, running her tongue over her inflated lips as the flash from the cameras went off again and again.
The photo shoot continued as she repositioned herself so she was sitting on the step stool and then opened her top so her tits were visible. Then she was playing with them, and the she was spreading her legs and playing with her pussy.
It was several hours later when it finished, she was naked, sweaty and there were a pile of sex toys spread around her.
Her hair and makeup was a mess, and all she wanted to do was take a shower and go to bed, but there was still more work to be done. So she got up, walked over to the photographer, knelt down and gave him a blowjob for doing such good work.
When he came on her face, and snapped a couple of pictures for prosperity, she wanted to throw up, but instead smiled and thanked him, asking him to send copies of *all* of the photo’s to her manager.
Tom was her manager and the cause of all the things wrong in her life. She’d signed on with him a year ago when she moved to the city with dreams of being a supermodel. Most managers hadn’t wanted to take her on, saying that she didn’t have the right “look” to be a supermodel, but Tom hadn’t seemed concerned and agreed to take her as a client.
She should have known something was up when she read the contract, it was *too* generous. But she’d been young and dumb and accepted it at face value. Tom had even gotten her several jobs in ad campaigns the first few weeks which she had thought had gone well. That is until none of her photo’s had been used in the ads and other models had been instead.
It had hit her hard and she’d become depressed, so when Tom suggested she visit his therapist, she’d agreed to give it a try.
Fuck Dr. Thone!
The thought sent a shiver down her spine right to her pussy. That was the wrong thing to think and she knew it, he’d put so many ‘trigger’ thoughts in to her head that any one of them could send her in to heat with just a thought.
She had no idea how he’d done it, but after a few normal enough sessions with him, she was completely under his control, and by extension, Tom’s.
While Dr. Thone was enjoying blowjobs and her pussy during their sessions, Tom was sending her out to more and more risque photo shoots until they were outright porn sessions.
And then of course there was Dr. Brandon.
Fuck Dr. Brandon!
He was the plastic surgeon that had stuffed her tits full of silicone, her lips full of filler and her face full of botox. It wasn’t his fault really though, she had after all asked for each and every procedure he’d done. But still… fuck him too.
She walked over to the dressing room and cleaned up as best she could before putting on her street clothes, which was little more than a little mini-skirt that showed off her ass, a tight white top that showed off her tits, and a pair of towering heels that pushed her ass out even more.
Then she went over to the exit where Tom was waiting.
“Hey Kitty, everything go alright?” Tom asked.
Katrina hated the name, but smiled and nodded, “Yeah, like, perfect!” she enthused.
“Good, and you gave him a blowjob for all his hard work?”
“You betcha I did! *giggle*”
“Good. Alright, I’ve book you in for a video shoot tomorrow. It’s going to be your first anal, so let’s head back to your place and we can practice your squeal when a cock enters your ass.”
She giggled and hook her arm around Tom’s, his hand reaching under her miniskirt and grabbing her ass as they walked out of the studio.
She didn’t really need any practice on how to look surprised and squeal like a little girl when her ass was penetrated, Dr. Thone had been working with her on that for months. But a little more practice couldn’t hurt could it.