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School was tedious, a trap, an obstacle. He didn’t know why he still went to school, but he knew that he had to have a back-up plan, if his current career choice didn’t work out in the end. He wasn’t stupid, far from it, and knew that nothing was forever.

Sonny tugged his beanie down lower on his head, not caring at the moment how stupid he looked. As much as he was excited for his first day at work, he didn’t exactly didn’t want to be seen on his way there. He even cast a few glances behind him, chewing his lip uncertainly. He just hoped no one at school would find out…

Glancing at the slip of paper in his hand, he confirmed he was at the right address, trotting up the stairs and knocking on the door. He shifted from foot to foot, his nerves starting to shake. What was he even doing? He turned eighteen today and he was being really really stupid-

The door opened, a tall, bearded man peering out. The brightest blue eyes Sonny had ever flicked down to him, and the biggest, most cartoonish smile spread across the man’s face as he opened the door wider. “Mr. Moore?”

Sonny flushed, nodding faintly. “Yeah…Am I at the right place?”

“Must be, if I know your name. Robert Hardy Dayr Jr…or just Rob. I’m your photographer.”

Of course he was. He stuck out his hand lamely, grateful when it was accepted and shaken gently. “So are we ready to get started?”

“After we get you through some touch ups, yeah. Come on in.” Rob stepped aside, letting Sonny come in.

“To cover my acne,” Sonny sighed, hating his ugly, scarred-

“Actually no. We just plan on doing your hair a little, maybe putting a little eyeliner on. We want to be able to see that.”

“What? Why?” He paused, letting Rob lead him through the house. “They’re gross!”

“We’ve had people ask for something more real in the teen department. That’s why you’re so perfect for this job.” Rob gestured at the bathroom, smiling a little. “The director didn’t show up today, so it’s just you, me, and some support crew. Since it’s your first photo shoot, we wanted to make it…relaxing for you. There’s a robe for you in there. When you’re done, we’ll be just down the hall there. And Sonny?”

He looked up, shoving his hair back.

“Have fun today. There’s nothing wrong with all this.” Rob winked before turning and heading down the hall, leaving Sonny to head into the bathroom.

Stupid southern photographers. Being all charming and nice and making Sonny get so flustered. He closed the door and dropped his backpack, sighing heavily. He could do this. Lots of people did it. He didn’t even know why he got in contact with these people, asking for a job…he was crazy. He had to be crazy.

Sonny stripped down carefully, folding his clothes and shoving them in his backpack. He put the robe on, fluffing his hair, and applied the eyeliner like he was supposed to. He did look kind of cute, like he’d just had a bath, but that idea of being cute quickly faded. He could only wonder how people would react to his first photoshoot.

Holding the robe closed, Sonny shuffled out of the bathroom and headed where he was directed, shifting nervously when he saw it was a bedroom. “Um…Rob?”

“Right here, sweetheart.” The photographer was on the other side of the bed, moving one of the lights. “You ready to go?”

“I guess so.” Sonny shrugged, glancing at all the men in the room with him. There was Rob, and about five other guys, some tending to the lights, one looking at a computer that would probably display the photos as they were taken, and a few just sitting and watching. “What are those guys for?”

“Them? They’re fluffers…if you need help or anything. I’m sorry I should have asked…would you prefer women?”

“N-no! I mean, I won’t need them or anything.”

“Well, okay then. Before we get started, have you thought of a name you want to use? Wouldn’t be good to use your actual name.”

“Yeah I thought about that…how about Skrillex?”

“Interesting name. What inspired it?”

“It’s an online name I use. I thought it would be cool to keep my online presence going, you know?”

“Do you want this career connected with whatever websites you already have membership on?”

Sonny shrugged. “It wouldn’t hurt. This will get out eventually…might as well act like I knew what I was doing.”

“Right. Well let’s get started. Here are the props, and here’s the bed. Since we’re just introducing you, we can do some fairly innocent ones, work up to full nudity whenever you’re ready. You don’t even have to get hard if you don’t want to, okay?” Rob went and picked up a large, professional grade camera. “And just have fun. People are going to look at these pictures and get turned on by you.”

Sonny flushed and crawled onto the bed, still holding the robe around him. Rob had said he could work up to it, so… He took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he shrugged it off his shoulders, letting it slide down his pudgy arms. He flinched a little when he heard the first click of the camera, but tried to ignore it. This would be okay. Biting his lip, he pulled the robe off more, keeping one leg up and turned to hide his crotch as he slowly exposed himself.

More clicks, and he was quickly embarrassed, ducking his head. “I-I’m having a hard time,” he whispered. “I just…”

“You’re beautiful, Sonny. Everything you’re doing right now is absolutely perfect.” Rob lowered the camera, smiling reassuringly. “The slow reveal is very pretty…they’ll just love your innocence.”

“Will they? I just…dunno. Are you sure?”

“Very sure.” Rob came over, holding his camera off to the side to pull some of Sonny’s hair over his shoulders. “Why don’t you use some of the props?”

He had said they would like the innocence. Might as well continue with it. Sonny leaned over and grabbed the large teddybear that was sitting off to the side of the bed, hugging it against his chest as he peeked out at Rob.

“Perfect,” Rob sighed as he lifted the camera, continuing to take pictures.

Slowly, Sonny started to relax, managing to smile in some of the pictures, even laughing softly when Rob cracked jokes to relax him. However, he still had yet to fully expose himself. He always had something resting over his crotch, or his hips turned just enough to keep everything hidden.

“Do you want to show us what you have, Sonny? Just one full nudity shot?” Rob asked hopefully, brow furrowed. “Don’t even have to be hard. Is that okay?”

Sonny blushed again, fiddling with the sheer scarf he had been posing with. “Well…just one?”

“Just one. I promise.”

One wouldn’t be that bad. He had to get used to this if he wanted to get anywhere in this industry. Working up just enough courage, he rolled onto his back, slowly and shakily spreading his legs. He was blushing so much, breath shaky as he kept his eyes averted.

“Geezus,” Rob breathed, lifting the camera. He took one picture, just like he promised, before setting the camera down. “Okay, we’re done.”

Sonny yanked a blanket over himself to hide, whimpering softly. His first photoshoot, and he had managed to go through it without throwing up.

“You did really well, Sonny. A very good photoshoot for it being your first time. I think you’re going to do very well in this industry.” Rob went to check the computer, nodding approvingly. “Very cute. I think this is going to get you some fans immediately.”

“You think so?” Sonny asked hopefully. “I didn’t even do that much.”

“And you don’t have to. Everyone has their own gift to give to this industry. Yours seems to be sweet innocence.”

“Oh.” Sonny fiddled with his hair. “So I go and get dressed now?”

“Yeah, since we’re done.” Rob slipped on some glasses, peering at the screen as he typed some things. “Why?”

“Well…I heard things.” He flushed harder when Rob looked up at him, pulling the blankets up higher around his shoulders. “I heard…I heard that sometimes the crew and the…sometimes…”

Rob blinked, then cleared his throat. “Well you heard correctly, but its only if you want to. Do you want to?”

Did Sonny want to fool around with the crew? He didn’t know; all he knew was that he had been told that it was a regular thing for the model and the crew to fuck before and after the photoshoot.

He glanced at the crew. They were all fairly attractive, but his eyes landed on the very kind, very cute photographer. “N-no, I think I’m okay.”

“Alright then. Then you can go and get dressed. Come on out and I’ll write you your starter check.” Rob looked back to the screen, clicking away at the photos, deciding on what to use and not.

Sonny managed to grab his robe and put it on, shuffling off. What had he been thinking? Fooling around with strange men? Without taking pictures of it? He had to be the worst amateur ever…or maybe not. He didn’t know. He didn’t really have much to compare it to.

He returned with his clothes on, still feeling so embarrassed. He couldn’t believe he’d even brought that up. Had he been worried that they would force it on him? Maybe. He was starting to believe that Rob wouldn’t have let that happen…Rob seemed genuinely very sweet. Sonny hoped that he would always be his photographer…it probably wouldn’t happen, but he could hope.

Rob flashed him a smile as he went to write the check, offering it. “This is just the basic amount. You may get more when your career starts to pick up.”

Sonny glanced at the amount, inhaling sharply. “Wow.”

“No kidding. So Sonny, can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“What made you decide to get in to this?”

Sonny smiled and shrugged faintly, fiddling with his hair. “I dunno. I’ve just always wanted to be a porn star.”

Description
School was tedious, a trap, an obstacle. He didn’t know why he still went to school, but he knew that he had to have a back-up plan, if his current career choice didn’t work out in the end. He wasn’t stupid, far from it, and knew that nothing was forever.

Sonny tugged his beanie down lower on his head, not caring at the moment how stupid he looked. As much as he was excited for his first day at work, he didn’t exactly didn’t want to be seen on his way there. He even cast a few glances behind him, chewing his lip uncertainly. He just hoped no one at school would find out…

Glancing at the slip of paper in his hand, he confirmed he was at the right address, trotting up the stairs and knocking on the door. He shifted from foot to foot, his nerves starting to shake. What was he even doing? He turned eighteen today and he was being really really stupid-

The door opened, a tall, bearded man peering out. The brightest blue eyes Sonny had ever flicked down to him, and the biggest, most cartoonish smile spread across the man’s face as he opened the door wider. “Mr. Moore?”

Sonny flushed, nodding faintly. “Yeah…Am I at the right place?”

“Must be, if I know your name. Robert Hardy Dayr Jr…or just Rob. I’m your photographer.”

Of course he was. He stuck out his hand lamely, grateful when it was accepted and shaken gently. “So are we ready to get started?”

“After we get you through some touch ups, yeah. Come on in.” Rob stepped aside, letting Sonny come in.

“To cover my acne,” Sonny sighed, hating his ugly, scarred-

“Actually no. We just plan on doing your hair a little, maybe putting a little eyeliner on. We want to be able to see that.”

“What? Why?” He paused, letting Rob lead him through the house. “They’re gross!”

“We’ve had people ask for something more real in the teen department. That’s why you’re so perfect for this job.” Rob gestured at the bathroom, smiling a little. “The director didn’t show up today, so it’s just you, me, and some support crew. Since it’s your first photo shoot, we wanted to make it…relaxing for you. There’s a robe for you in there. When you’re done, we’ll be just down the hall there. And Sonny?”

He looked up, shoving his hair back.

“Have fun today. There’s nothing wrong with all this.” Rob winked before turning and heading down the hall, leaving Sonny to head into the bathroom.

Stupid southern photographers. Being all charming and nice and making Sonny get so flustered. He closed the door and dropped his backpack, sighing heavily. He could do this. Lots of people did it. He didn’t even know why he got in contact with these people, asking for a job…he was crazy. He had to be crazy.

Sonny stripped down carefully, folding his clothes and shoving them in his backpack. He put the robe on, fluffing his hair, and applied the eyeliner like he was supposed to. He did look kind of cute, like he’d just had a bath, but that idea of being cute quickly faded. He could only wonder how people would react to his first photoshoot.

Holding the robe closed, Sonny shuffled out of the bathroom and headed where he was directed, shifting nervously when he saw it was a bedroom. “Um…Rob?”

“Right here, sweetheart.” The photographer was on the other side of the bed, moving one of the lights. “You ready to go?”

“I guess so.” Sonny shrugged, glancing at all the men in the room with him. There was Rob, and about five other guys, some tending to the lights, one looking at a computer that would probably display the photos as they were taken, and a few just sitting and watching. “What are those guys for?”

“Them? They’re fluffers…if you need help or anything. I’m sorry I should have asked…would you prefer women?”

“N-no! I mean, I won’t need them or anything.”

“Well, okay then. Before we get started, have you thought of a name you want to use? Wouldn’t be good to use your actual name.”

“Yeah I thought about that…how about Skrillex?”

“Interesting name. What inspired it?”

“It’s an online name I use. I thought it would be cool to keep my online presence going, you know?”

“Do you want this career connected with whatever websites you already have membership on?”

Sonny shrugged. “It wouldn’t hurt. This will get out eventually…might as well act like I knew what I was doing.”

“Right. Well let’s get started. Here are the props, and here’s the bed. Since we’re just introducing you, we can do some fairly innocent ones, work up to full nudity whenever you’re ready. You don’t even have to get hard if you don’t want to, okay?” Rob went and picked up a large, professional grade camera. “And just have fun. People are going to look at these pictures and get turned on by you.”

Sonny flushed and crawled onto the bed, still holding the robe around him. Rob had said he could work up to it, so… He took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he shrugged it off his shoulders, letting it slide down his pudgy arms. He flinched a little when he heard the first click of the camera, but tried to ignore it. This would be okay. Biting his lip, he pulled the robe off more, keeping one leg up and turned to hide his crotch as he slowly exposed himself.

More clicks, and he was quickly embarrassed, ducking his head. “I-I’m having a hard time,” he whispered. “I just…”

“You’re beautiful, Sonny. Everything you’re doing right now is absolutely perfect.” Rob lowered the camera, smiling reassuringly. “The slow reveal is very pretty…they’ll just love your innocence.”

“Will they? I just…dunno. Are you sure?”

“Very sure.” Rob came over, holding his camera off to the side to pull some of Sonny’s hair over his shoulders. “Why don’t you use some of the props?”

He had said they would like the innocence. Might as well continue with it. Sonny leaned over and grabbed the large teddybear that was sitting off to the side of the bed, hugging it against his chest as he peeked out at Rob.

“Perfect,” Rob sighed as he lifted the camera, continuing to take pictures.

Slowly, Sonny started to relax, managing to smile in some of the pictures, even laughing softly when Rob cracked jokes to relax him. However, he still had yet to fully expose himself. He always had something resting over his crotch, or his hips turned just enough to keep everything hidden.

“Do you want to show us what you have, Sonny? Just one full nudity shot?” Rob asked hopefully, brow furrowed. “Don’t even have to be hard. Is that okay?”

Sonny blushed again, fiddling with the sheer scarf he had been posing with. “Well…just one?”

“Just one. I promise.”

One wouldn’t be that bad. He had to get used to this if he wanted to get anywhere in this industry. Working up just enough courage, he rolled onto his back, slowly and shakily spreading his legs. He was blushing so much, breath shaky as he kept his eyes averted.

“Geezus,” Rob breathed, lifting the camera. He took one picture, just like he promised, before setting the camera down. “Okay, we’re done.”

Sonny yanked a blanket over himself to hide, whimpering softly. His first photoshoot, and he had managed to go through it without throwing up.

“You did really well, Sonny. A very good photoshoot for it being your first time. I think you’re going to do very well in this industry.” Rob went to check the computer, nodding approvingly. “Very cute. I think this is going to get you some fans immediately.”

“You think so?” Sonny asked hopefully. “I didn’t even do that much.”

“And you don’t have to. Everyone has their own gift to give to this industry. Yours seems to be sweet innocence.”

“Oh.” Sonny fiddled with his hair. “So I go and get dressed now?”

“Yeah, since we’re done.” Rob slipped on some glasses, peering at the screen as he typed some things. “Why?”

“Well…I heard things.” He flushed harder when Rob looked up at him, pulling the blankets up higher around his shoulders. “I heard…I heard that sometimes the crew and the…sometimes…”

Rob blinked, then cleared his throat. “Well you heard correctly, but its only if you want to. Do you want to?”

Did Sonny want to fool around with the crew? He didn’t know; all he knew was that he had been told that it was a regular thing for the model and the crew to fuck before and after the photoshoot.

He glanced at the crew. They were all fairly attractive, but his eyes landed on the very kind, very cute photographer. “N-no, I think I’m okay.”

“Alright then. Then you can go and get dressed. Come on out and I’ll write you your starter check.” Rob looked back to the screen, clicking away at the photos, deciding on what to use and not.

Sonny managed to grab his robe and put it on, shuffling off. What had he been thinking? Fooling around with strange men? Without taking pictures of it? He had to be the worst amateur ever…or maybe not. He didn’t know. He didn’t really have much to compare it to.

He returned with his clothes on, still feeling so embarrassed. He couldn’t believe he’d even brought that up. Had he been worried that they would force it on him? Maybe. He was starting to believe that Rob wouldn’t have let that happen…Rob seemed genuinely very sweet. Sonny hoped that he would always be his photographer…it probably wouldn’t happen, but he could hope.

Rob flashed him a smile as he went to write the check, offering it. “This is just the basic amount. You may get more when your career starts to pick up.”

Sonny glanced at the amount, inhaling sharply. “Wow.”

“No kidding. So Sonny, can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“What made you decide to get in to this?”

Sonny smiled and shrugged faintly, fiddling with his hair. “I dunno. I’ve just always wanted to be a porn star.”