Photography is supposed to be about expressing oneself through digital-artistic mediums, not a way to fuck bitches in the ass! I should’ve known better than to trust pesky ads on a run-down website, smh. Long story short, I, an aspiring model, was looking for a gig to help start my modeling career. It might sound crazy–going to a total strangers house for the first time to POSSIBLY get one reference on my resume for a modeling career, out of all things. Calling it crazy is an understatement; it’s INSANE! But, I’m known (especially back home in Texas) for living life on the edge–so, it’s DEFINITELY no surprise to me. After I discovered he was only three miles away from me AND had references I could verify (or so I thought), I made the decision to meet him. His name was Jim, at least according to his profile information, the same profile information that was later found to be faulty. Turns out, the references he had were indeed fake. A couple of weeks after this shoot, he was arrested under the charges of criminal impersonation. When I first arrived at his apartment, there was a huge line of people, all lined up outside his door. I got there at nine o’clock in the morning and started shooting at nine o’clock at night. I was tired and sweaty, literally being the last person in line. We began shooting and everything was normal at first; it seemed to be going smoothly–until he told me to take off my clothes. He started with the robe; and, I’ll be honest here. I’m not necessarily innocent; a huge part of me was (in fact) horny for cock. After the robe came off, he asked me to fuck a toy. I let him touch my ass, and the rest was history. I had vaginal sex first, then anal, then oral–finally taking an oral creampie.
