The Making of a Whore.

They would be asked if, instead of making £200, they fancied making £300, for the same work. All they would have to do was show off their tits to a bunch of old middle age married men who were in it for a bit of fun. Why not, they would think and, before you knew it, they were opening up their blouse displaying their tits.

It was so easy that after that and showing off their arse and pussy became a mere formality. The men would ask them to raise their skirt to reveal their g-string. They always did. And it was the most skimpiest of g-strings that money could buy. The front would barely cover their married pussy, whilst the back consisted of just a piece of string. Their wonderful bottoms would be entirely on display to the flashing cameras.

Look, for another £100, take off your g-string and show us your pussy? We can pretty much see it already, they would say. That's true, the girl would think. She would probably be on her third glass of wine by then and off they would come. And then the piece de la resistance would be offered. £150 for turning round, spreading your legs, reach back and open up your lovely little bottom cheeks so we can see your anus. There, have you ever made an easier £150 in your life?

£550 for a two hours work well, that was enough to help pay the mortgage and stave off the creditors. And since the money was so good, within a week they would be back, and this time they would not hesitate. Within 5 minutes of the shoot, they were stripping off just to their stockings, suspenders and heels. Maybe they would be asked to put in a see-through teddy which allowed their tits to be clearly visible.

They would then be asked to scoop them out, raise their teddy or to take off completely. Essentially they were quite happy to do whatever these men wanted and to reveal their tight gorgeous married bodies. Most were prepared to spread there legs and allow the men to intimately photograph their pussies, get on all fours, arch their back so their anus would be on display. They would be ordered to thrust their tits out and to suck on their own nipples in order for them to be hard and erect. All, without fail, obeyed.

But that was as far as it would go. None of the men touched the girls or, for that matter, was any type of sexual activity permitted, either performed by the girls on themselves or with any of the members of the club. That was strictly prohibited. In this club at least.

For there was another club, a club that Frank was not a member of. The Platinum Club. Membership to The Platinum Club was strictly invitational only. And it was far from easy to get an invite. From what Frank could gather, it appeared that the existing members had to be satisfied firstly that you were of sufficient standing in society -- i.e. they felt that you were, in whatever your chosen profession, of a high enough ranking. Frank was aware of generals in the army, judges, directors, chairman etc all being members of The Platinum Club. And secondly you had to be able to afford it.

You see, all the money paid to the girls came out of the pockets of the members of The Platinum Club. They seemed quite happy to subsidies the initial shoots and at first, when the junior members joined, their charity seemed hard to explain? Why would they be prepared to pay so much money just to see pictures of girls being photographed? But then a pattern would emerge. Girls would turn up for a maximum of three shoots only and then they would never be seen again by the junior members.

On the initial shoots, one Platinum Member only would be present. They were there to ensured that the strict rules of the junior club were adhered to. These supervising Platinum members were always one of four people (Jack was one) and they were regularly rotated, each supervising a different girl.

On the third, or sometimes second, shoot (depending how it had progressed) another Platinum Member would arrive to observe. Their identities were never revealed to the junior members. These men were always middle age or old, aloof, appeared to be rich and would never bother themselves by talking to the mere junior members. They would never take pictures and would just sit at the back of the room, smoking a cigar and having a glass of whisky, say very little and, it seemed, assess the girl. For what purpose, know one really knew.

After the shoot was finished they would, away from the junior members but with the supervising Platinum member, talk to the girl. After that, the girl would never be seen by the junior members again. It was obvious that she had either agreed to become a model for The Platinum Club or, if she had turned them down, was never invited back to the junior club. In a month or so time, another girl would emerge and the process would begin again.

Basic shoot followed by stripping off, Platinum Member chat, disappearance of girl. Junior members would never know because Platinum members would never ever talk to them about the girl or what they had offered. Any time a junior member talked about The Platinum Club to a supervisor, they would be shot down and told to stay out of business that did not concern them.

Sometimes, and only sometimes, a junior member would disappear and it became apparent that they had been invited to The Platinum Club. A condition of membership seemed to be total cut off from junior members. And despite the friendships developed over the years, whatever The Platinum Club offered, it seemed to be worth it.

What was it that The Platinum Club offered? Junior members could only guess but it did not take a genius to work out that the girls were asked to step it up for the older, richer members. One assumed what they did was more explicit in nature and maybe even the veto on sexual activity was lifted. But despite Frank's best efforts, he could never be sure.

Frank was just happy to be a member of the junior club. Taking pictures of naked girls was great. When he got married he had initially lied to Katie about what he was up to, but in the end he told her the truth. She did not mind, so in love was she. And when she was convinced that he never touched the girls, she thought nothing more about his club.

That was of course until today, when she was outside the door of the studio which the junior members used. She had, despite her better judgment, been persuaded by Frank to model for the junior club. Frank had told her that after one basic shoot and two more of the revealing shoots, they would make £1,300. And with the inevitable new found confidence, she could maybe start a modelling career. It was perfect, Frank told her, he would always be there with her, nothing could happen to her, they would make some money and with the photos they took, put together a portfolio and she was off in her new career and their financial problems were solved!

And there was one more additional benefit for Frank. An oh so very very nice benefit. Of course, following the third shoot, when she was invited to the Platinum Club, before turning them down, she could find out more about what was offered. You see Frank had made it clear to his wife that for his little plan to work, no one at the shoot could know that she was his wife. That, for obvious reasons, was strictly forbidden. He knew that his little club was a mere feeder for the main event. If a wife ever got in, then the secret of what went on, and with whom, would be out. Whilst some of the junior members whom he went out with for a beer with knew he was married, he knew that no one had ever met Katie. Even his boss Jack had not met Katie, he did not even have a picture of her at work.

As such, the apparently clever Frank came up with his plan. First he sent in Katie's picture to a PO Box address in the magazine that the club used to advertise for girls. Since she stunningly beautiful, an initial interview was inevitable. And sure enough, a week or so later, an email came to Katie's account asking her for an interview at a bar.

The result was a formality and she was invited to the shoot. A date was given and Frank ensured that he was registered that date to be one of the photographers. You see, only a maximum of four photographers, including the supervisor, were ever allowed at a shoot as you did not want to initially intimidate the poor girl.

Furthermore, Frank promised her that she would not have to do anything she did not want. If she felt it was getting out of hand, she could put a halt to proceedings. He assured her that if necessary, he could put a stop to things by telling the other guys to lay off. He even said he would disclose to everyone that she was his wife and rescue her, even if it meant that he would inevitably be thrown out of the club.

Katie agreed and that is how this poor, nervous, shy, beautiful wife found herself outside a modeling studio. Inside she knew that there were up to four men, one of whom was her husband, and she was expected to model a slutty outfit, of their choice, and show off as much of her body as possible. The more the better, in fact.

She had never, in her young life, been more afraid than she was at that moment as her shaking hand went up to the door bell. For a moment she hesitated, then she made the fateful decision and pressed the button. Little did she know that from that moment, her life, and her husband's, would never be the same again...

After a minute or so, the door was opened and there was Jack, looking down on the innocent beauty. "Ah, Katie, we have been expecting you. Do come in. Come on in." Jack said, in his soft but commanding voice. Jack was around 50 years old, tall and in good shape.

Having played lots of rugby in his youth he was very broad and muscular and, which through regular exercise today, meant he was still in good shape. Whilst he may have had the body of a 25r year old, alas the ageing process had caught up with him in other ways as his blonde hair had started to turn silver grey. His model's face was also looking a little warn but he was still strikingly hansom, a fact that did not go unnoticed by Katie.

As Katie greeted with him with a firm handshake, she looked up at his lovely blue eyes and his soft features and at that moment she felt a little weight being lifted off her shoulder and a little less nervous. She had expected it to be a bunch of old bearded, fat sweaty men perverted men (other than her Frank) who just wanted to ogle her body and would be slobbering all over themselves as they took pictures of her young innocent body.

But Jack was the total opposite of what she expecting. Here was a tall, good looking, well dressed gentleman who could easily pass for a kind uncle, or indeed her father, and who did not look like a sexual pervert at all. If only she knew.

Jack was actually a serial sexual predator of the worst kind and, as he very subtly put his hand on the small of her back, just above her delicious young bottom and led her to her fate, he marvelled at what a stunner this bitch was and how he was going to enjoy seducing her and turning her into a whore.

He looked down at what she was wearing. Most girls when they arrived the first time would dress conservatively, but this bitch was different. She was wearing a tight, small light blue denim micro mini which revealed both her arse and all of her legs to perfection. Up top she wore a tight orange t-shirt which accentuated her 34-DD tits to perfection. To finish it off, she wore 4 inch white heels which raised her bottom up even more.

As they walked down the corridor and approached the entrance of the studio, Jack, always the gentleman, ushered Katie in and, as he did, he allowed his hand to come off the small of her back ever so briefly and rested it, for no more than a second, on her firm young bottom. Katie thought it must have been a mistake. It was no mistake.

As Katie was ushered in she got another surprise. There was Frank, innocently playing with his camera, but there was only one other man. She had expected at least two, that was Frank had told her. And she had expected the men to be younger. She knew that Jack was a Platinum supervisor so he expected the other junior members to be younger.

The old man immediately, and confidently, went over and said, in a posh, upper class voice said, "Delighted to meet you, my dear, I am General Fred Jackson, but you can just call me General."

"Yes, hello, General." Katie nervously offered her hand and which Freddie greedily accepted.

"And this is Frank" said the General, as he introduced Katie to her husband. Somewhat nervous, and anxious not to slip up, both parties shook hands awkwardly, "Pleased to meet you, Katie." Frank said. Katie noted that he looked just a touch nervous. He had been so confident and blasé about the plan, she wondered what was the cause of the nerves? Was he getting second thoughts? Was he going to put an end to this?

Alas, no. The nerves were caused by the fact that Frank was the only junior member present. General Jackson was a Platinum member and it was unprecedented, in his 10 years of doing this, for there to be two Platinum members at an initial shoot. Also why was he the only junior member? Surely some others would have wanted to come and take pictures of Katie? It was all a little odd. When he arrived, he thought there was some mistake and he had inadvertently got the dates wrong and he was actually at a Platinum shoot.

But Jack assured him there was no mistake and everything would be explained to him in due course. It was hardly reassuring but what could Frank do? Cancel and risk losing the money. Or allow the shoot to proceed and if anything was out of hand, he, or more probably his wife, would stop things.

He did not have much time to dwell on it before Katie arrived and now that she was here, he decided, rather nervously (and foolishly), to let events take their course. And they would, as the General started things off. "My dear, I think at the interview you met James, another one of my colleagues and he would have explained to you what we do here and how the fee structure works." The General was adopting a no-nonsense attitude in his approach to Katie, and it certainly made her feel like very much the subordinate and he the superior. "Now, do you want one of us to go through it all again for you before we begin?"

Katie looked up at him, like Jack, the General was tall, slim and well built. Both men, she noted, were a good 6 inches taller than her husband who was short at 5ft 6. But whereas Jack was handsome, there was a somewhat harsh look about the General. He looked at least 60 years old, had a stern features, black hair that was jelled back (and probably dyed) and a harshness that possibly came from years of service in the armed forces. But somehow, his evilness and sternness was attractive. "No, no need to explain again." Katie replied, in a sweet innocent sort of way. She dared not upset this man.

"Excellent so we will begin. I don't think we need to delay for a moment longer, so why don't you pop along into the room over there and get changed. You will find your outfit in there. Make sure you put on exactly what is in there for you. Failure to do so will lead to a termination of our arrangement. Do you understand?"

"Yes, General", Victoria replied immediately . She was rapidly getting used to taking orders from these men, in particular the General. She seemed to like it and found it perfectly normal to be ordered around by old men in authority.

So, without looking at her husband, she walked straight past him towards her dressing room. As she did, all three men starred at her arse, marvelled at it and in particular the way it was so beautifully displayed in that ridiculously tight micro mini.

However, two of the men's thoughts were rather different than those of the other, her husband: they knew that it was only a matter of time before that bottom was revealed to them in all its glory and, at some point, they would spank, fuck and own it. Her bottom would very soon cease to be the sole preserve of her foolish husband...