The Making of a Whore : Part 2

Years passed, Justin continued to excel in the army and was being rapidly promoted. Debbie carried on caring for Alice and the lack of a career of her own was soon forgotten as, ever so slowly, England's snobby society allowed Debbie back in, especially when, several years later, her friends got married and started having kids of their own.

As she mixed, once more, with the British social elite, she began to get involved with the type of work that was commonplace for rich, bored housewives, namely charity work. And, as a devout churchgoer (she attended church at least twice a week) she ended up doing a lot of work for them, helping out with various high profile projects. Along with caring for her daughter, this kept her busy but, as time progressed, she still found herself still strangely unfulfilled.

It was not that she didn't enjoy caring for her daughter, or helping out with the Church, it was just that she felt that she had a different calling in life to one of just being a rich, glamorous housewife who helped doing the Lord's work.

And this feeling remained with Debbie as the years passed and grew in intensity as Alice got older. Alice, who when she was younger relied heavily on her mother, had come to rely on her less and less as she got older. In addition to being stunningly attractive, Alice was also a very sensible, level headed girl thanks, in a large part, to her mother's upbringing. Like her mother, Alice was immersed in the teachings of the church and, having seen what had happened to her mother, she was determined not to make the same mistakes by straying into the path of evil temptation. As such, she had always stayed well clear of male contact, much to her mother's approval, and was determined only to date one man, her future husband, whoever that might be. She also excelled at school where she was determined to do well and was well on her way to go to Oxford, eager to achieve what her poor, unfortunate mother was unable to.

Debbie's situation was not helped by the long periods of absence of her loving husband, Justin, who was sent off to fight in Iraq and Afghanistan in Bush's "War on Terror".

So, as her daughter became ever more self-reliant, her husband hardly at home and her charity and church work, whilst fulfilling her social and moral conciseness, failed to hit the spot with what she truly wanted, poor Debbie remained unfilled with life.

The only problem was what was it that Debbie needed to make her life fulfilled? That was the question that remained unanswered.

With this question remaining in the forefront of her mind, it was during one of Justin's long tours of Iraq, and a couple of weeks before Alice's 18 th birthday, that Debbie came across an advert in a magazine she was reading : "Attractive girls required for exclusive modelling assignments. All ages welcome. Pays well. Please send photos to..." Debbie stopped and looked at this.

Normally she wouldn't pay any attention to it, she would have thought it a scam to lure women into the porn industry. However, this ad, for some reason, sparked something in her and aroused her attention. For starters, it appeared in one of the more expensive magazines you got in London that was primarily bought by London's well-to-do ladies, such as herself. Also, the ad was placed in the same section that was advertising Cartier, hardly a cheap option for some sick scam.

Debbie looked long and hard at the ad, at the bottom there a company crest and the whole thing just looked too legitimate to be a scam, she thought. Maybe Debbie could alleviate some of her boredom by trying out a spot modelling?

It was not the first time that modelling had crossed her mind as an option. Indeed many times people had suggested it to her as a career since she was quite the stunner. As mentioned, being a blonde beauty with the body of a porn goddess meant she was sure to be in big demand. But modelling was generally discouraged in London's high society. Already she had been a teenage mother and being a model on top of that was almost certainly going to be met with disapproval from her friends, parents and especially her husband. Justin was a conservative at heart and very possessive of her, he would not like her delicious body to be on display to photographers and the general public.

But set aside all that was poor Debbie's yearning for a purpose in life. Modelling could perhaps achieve that, it was after all a career which would allow her to display her obvious talents. It was also something that was hers, hers alone, and which did not conform strictly to the norms of conservative society that she was so heavily immersed in and which she was now finding a little constricting. Perhaps this was what she had been waiting for? Pursuing an academic or professional career was now too late.

But maybe she was always destined to use her other talents, her looks and body to fulfil her needs. Maybe this was what God had intended all along and that was why, now, when her daughter was old enough, and her husband was far away, that she had seen this ad? Maybe it was all preordained that, at this stage of her life, when she was at the peak of her beauty, she would become a model and bring joy and happiness in other people?

Debbie still had no idea how much joy she was actually going to bring to the lives of some very wicked men.

So, with her husband safely out of the way fighting a war in Iraq and unable to influence her decision, with much excitement Debbie made the momentous decision to send in some photos of herself to the address indicated on the ad. And as she prepared the envelope for posting, for the first time she noted the name of the club. The Platinum Club...

[For those readers who don't know what The Platinum Club is and how it operates, or who need a reminder, please read "A Whore is Born Ch1" for a detailed explanation]

It was a week or so before she received a reply. They were interested! Debbie was delighted. She had been beside herself with excitement ever since she had sent in her photos, desperate for some indication that her body would meet with satisfaction. She eagerly read their reply. First, to make sure they were both comfortable with what each other had to offer, a first round of interviews was arranged; nothing formal, just coffee in a five star hotel. Very civilised, Debbie thought, and nothing improper in what they were suggesting.

Unsurprisingly, with the body that Debbie possessed, she passed this interview and was asked if she was willing to attend a first photo shoot a few days later. Debbie, readily accepted their offer, delighted that finally, she was at the beginning of her own, exciting career. And the fact that she was pursuing her modelling career surreptitiously behind her family's back, made things even more exciting.

The first shoot went well. At the shoot there were four men, three of whom were middle aged and fairly non-descript looking, whilst the other was a tall distinguished looking gentleman. His slim, tall physique was in stark contrast to the average, portly look of the other chaps. He went by the name of Jack.

Jack did all the talking and instructing. The others remained studiously silent, rarely saying anything, allowing Jack to take complete control. She was asked by him to model a number of outfits however she noted that whatever she was asked to wear, the lingerie and footwear, although that changed with each outfit, essentially remained the same: very high heels (no less than five inches in height), stockings, suspenders, suspender belt, high-cut French panties and a tight, see-through bra. She found this a little odd, it almost seemed like it was The Platinum Club's uniform...

However Debbie did not object and actually enjoyed wearing the lingerie. These were high quality, expensive items (all Italian design bought from the shop, La Perla) and so it was natural that she would feel comfortable wearing them. And the other items were all expensive designer clothes. But the other thing she noted was that the outfits progressively got more and more revealing as the shoot went on. So much so that, by the end of the shoot, she was asked to model a short, tight, black mini skirt, hitch it up, so the tops of her black stockings and suspenders were revealed and was then asked to lean forward so that the cameramen could look down her top and take pictures of her delicious cleavage.

All of this she did without hesitation, for Debbie immediately fell in love with her new career. Not only did she feel excited by modelling, she found it strangely fulfilling that, the more and more of her body that she was asked to reveal, the more she enjoyed it. Indeed, by the end, had they asked her to reveal a little more, she would have been quite willing to do so.

She was paid for the shoot and was asked to turn up again. Naturally she agreed, delighted that her body had met with these men's satisfaction.

The next shoot was on a Sunday. She arrived after church and was still in her church outfit which always consisted of conservative Channel, just the type of outfit you would have expected someone like Jackie O to have worn. When she arrived, she found waiting for her the same four men. Jack once more did all the talking and she was immediately ordered to go to the dressing room where her outfit was waiting. She found that Jack was much more business like and firm with her than last time. She seemed to like it. When she entered her changing room, Jack went next door to watch her dress via the secret two-way mirror.

When Debbie got inside, she found that the outfit she was being asked to model was much more revealing than anything she had modelled previously. It consisted of a one piece little black dress, black stockings, suspenders, g-string and bra. The dress, it if could be described as a dress, was ridiculously short, just about covering her pert little ass. That was of course until she put on the 5 inch black heels when she found that the bottom of her ass would be visible whenever she walked. Of course the net effect of all this was to also reveal the tops of her stockings and suspenders.

The bra was a little tighter than the ones she had worn on her first shoot, so much so that it refused to contain her big tits. Her nipples, which she strangely found were erect, kept on popping out of her bra. She thought that it was ok since she would never be showing her breasts to these men.

Once she was ready, she looked at herself in the mirror, licked her lips and admired her reflection. She could not remember the last time she looked so alluring and sexy. Normally she looked classy and sexy, but now she just looked like sexy. In fact, she looked like a sexy little tart, one of those women who dressed when they were determined to land a man on a night out. No, not land a man, but fuck a man she thought.

She noted how her nipples were clearly visible through the thin material of her dress. There was nothing she could do about that. She momentarily toyed with the idea of wearing the padded bra that she had worn when she arrived, but she instantly dismissed the idea. It would not be what Jack wanted.

She looked down, the dress exposed virtually all of her long, slender legs, which were wonderfully toned by the five inch high heels. The tops of her stockings were visible, even more so whenever she took a step forward.

She then turned around to have a look at her wonderful little arse. God it looked great in this tight, little black number. She should dress up like this more often she thought, it was just a pity that her husband preferred her to look conservative rather than sexy. Maybe she could dress up like this when he wasn't around, she mischievously thought...

She then wondered how her bottom would look with a g-string on. You see, Debbie had never worn a g-string before. When she had previously modelled for the Club, she had been given only high-cut French panties. She wondered why the change today? Maybe it was more fitting with this sexy dress?

Regardless, she was curious to see how they would look. So, with much excitement, with her ass was facing the mirror, she reached back to lift her little dress up. She then saw that her ass, lovingly framed by her pretty, frilly black suspenders, was virtually naked since the g-string had disappeared between the valley of her cheeks. Her bottom looked quite beautiful, she said to herself, and she told herself off for previously never wearing a g-string.

Prior to today, she had found them too uncomfortable and her husband, bizarrely, did not like them. Also, she thought they were a degrading item of clothing that ignored the comfort of the wearer and solely concentrated on the pleasure it would give a man. She was fortunate enough to be married to a man who respected her enough not to insist on her wearing such a degrading item.

But now, looking at the way the piece of string nested snugly between the valley of her cheeks, she marvelled at the way this cunning invention drew the viewer's eye to the valley of a woman's ass, thus making them focus on each perfect cheek. It was in fact more revealing than wearing nothing at all.

And for some reason, here, alone with these men in this film studio, wearing a g-string was taking on a whole new meaning. She felt almost liberated, like her body was fulfilling its destiny, what that ultimate destiny was, she couldn't be sure. All she knew was that by dressing like this, for these men and in particular Jack, her life somehow felt right, more complete. She then wondered whether she would have to reveal her bottom? She dismissed the idea, they probably just wanted to her to wear one in order not her panty-line not to be visible through the thin dress.

Not wanting to keep Jack waiting any longer, and anxious to resume her modelling career, Debbie made her way back into the studio. She was slightly nervous with how she looked but she was still determined to model for them in her new, sexually liberating outfit.

She need not have been nervous since, when she emerged, all the men were perfect gentlemen. At first, there were just three of them, Jack was still absent, they all complimented on her looks and told her that it was rare to come across a model of such outstanding natural beauty (as was indeed the case). After a minute or so, Jack emerged, coming out of the room next to her changing room. He had a content look about him (he had just wanked himself off as this young beauty had, without knowing it, stripped off for him), when he saw her, he blatantly eyed her up, much more so than the others, and licking her lips, told her she looked stunning.

Pleased with the response, Debbie resumed her modeling career.

At first, they just took pictures of her modelling the dress, first standing and then sitting. However, whatever pose she adopted, she always revealed the tops of her stockings and sometimes the flesh above. Jack then asked her walk back and forth, just as a catwalk model would. As she did, she found that in her heels and short dress, with each step, the bottom of her dress would flap up, revealing all of her legs and sometimes the bottom of her ass. This was even more so when Jack asked her to twirl when turning around. As Debbie did this, she felt that the men were taking pictures solely of her ass.

Before she could dwell on this, Jack decided to take things one stage further. When she got to the end of the room, when she was away from the cameramen, he asked her to stop walking, turn and face them and then take the straps of her dress off her shoulders so that the top of her bra could be revealed.

Things were now being escalated and understandably she was a little nervous by this. She looked at Jack, about to protest. But she could tell, by the look in his eyes, that it would be pointless. She consoled herself by the fact that he had not actually asked to her reveal her breasts so, ever so carefully since her nipples were pointing out from the top of her tiny bra, she lowered the straps of her dress.

Once her dress was at the top of her nipples, a few more pictures were taken. She was asked to look seductive, which she did, and once more she felt fine.

However, it was not too long before Jack wanted more and he asked her to lower the dress down a touch further.

Debbie now, for the first time that day, refused an order. Silently, and nervously, looking at Jack she shook her head.

Jack asked her why?

She did not reply, too nervous and embarrassed to explain.

He asked again, but this time a little more forcefully.

Still silence.

Jack once more spoke, but this time, before he did, he took a few step forwards so he came to stand a foot or so away from the poor wife. Why was she unwilling to display her bra to him, he asked? (He knew the reason since he had secretly seen her dress and knew that the bra was way too small for her massive 34-D tits).

As Jack towered over the Petit Debbie, she felt compelled to answer and to answer honestly. The atmosphere in the room had gone from convivial to relatively hostile. Jack's intimidating presence was not helping the situation, nor was the heavy breathing of the other three men as they waited for her to reveal her tits.

So, in a desperate plea to stop this from happening, she told Jack that her bra was too small and as such her breasts and nipples were popping out. Debbie was mortified that she had to admit this. She went bright red and expected laughter from the men.

Instead Jack looked at her, in a kind, fatherly manner and told her that it was all ok. The men here were all professional and had photographed many a beautiful naked woman before. He understood her concerns, she was a relative amateur in all this and if she wanted to walk away, no problem.

When Debbie heard this, a wave of relief flowed through her. But this was short lived for by "walk away" she took to mean "walk away" from nude modelling but continue to model fashion but. So it was shocked when Jack curtly told her that her services would no longer be required if she was happy to stop things now.

Why? She desperately asked.

Because, a model had to be flexible. Do you think the likes of Kate Moss and Naomi Campbell have never shown their breasts? Jack asked her. For him, for there to be any mileage in her continuing to model, she would have to be prepared to reveal all of her body. They were not perverts after all...

On hearing this, Debbie realised the awful dilemma she was in. If she was to remain in Jack's employment and to continue to find purpose in her life, she would have no choice but to reveal her breasts, and everything else, to Jack.

She looked down, still quite embarrassed and gently nodded her head in agreement. Then Jack took another step forward so he was even closer to her, he gently placed his big hand on to her slender shoulder and told her that everything was ok. Most models got a little nervous when they first had to reveal their breasts to strangers. And then, before waiting for a reply, he moved his hand from her shoulder, down her arms until it came to the strap of her dress which Debbie had previously lowered. He then peeled them down and off her arm. He repeated the process with the other strap. Then he moved his hand towards the top of her dress and pushed it down. In a matter of a second or two, her glorious big, married tits were revealed to his hungry, greedy eyes. Finally a man, other than her husband, was able to revel in their beauty.

Once the dress was around her waist, Debbie looked down at her tits which were now completely hanging out of her bra. She saw that they were rising up and down as she breathed heavily. She was truly terrified with what was happening to her and more so because she was allowing it to happen. She noted that her nipples were erect, hard and angrily pointing up towards Jack. She knew that they had never been so hard before. She then looked up at Jack, who was looking down at her, smiling, happy with what he had just accomplished.

As Debbie looked up into his cold, confident eyes she was both astonished and impressed by Jack's confidence. This man exuded a presence that she had never experienced before. Whereas Justin was kind, gentle and caring, this tall, confident man had a brutish self-confidence about him that she found oddly attractive.