A Whore is Born Ch. 01

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...

"Well, we better get things ready." Jack said, as the young wife disappeared into the dressing room. "I am just going next door as I have a few things to do. I will leave you two to it." And Jack disappeared into a room directly opposite Katie's dressing room. Indeed, whenever a girl entered the dressing room, the Platinum supervisor would always disappear into the same room, claiming he had something to do. The junior members just used to put it down to laziness, so James was somewhat surprised that Jack had left him with the General to help. He would have thought he would have stayed, especially when it seemed that the General was a more senior member.

Frank had no time to dwell on this as the General started to bark orders, "Now come, let's get the lighting fixed..." and Frank started to prepare for his wife's first modelling shoot.

As Katie entered the room, she immediately noticed the clothes rail at the back with a few items hanging up and a few more folded on a nearby dresser. She walked over and looked at what she was being ordered to wear. Hanging up on the rail was a dark navy blazer, white cotton shirt, grey micro mini skirt and a tie. Katie then noticed that, folded on the dresser were a pair of black stockings, suspenders, suspender belt and g-string and a tiny lacy see through black bra which was clearly too small for her lovely big breasts and a pair of black heels. They were five inches high and were the highest heel she had ever seen.

Katie was being asked to dress up like a schoolgirl. No, she was being asked to dress up like a sevy slutty schoolgirl. Panic immediately set in. Frank had assured her that on the first sessions, girls were always asked to wear a sexy dress, but never anything more revealing or asked to dress in costume. He told her that the girls were never scarred off if they started things slowly and were more likely to return. And Katie had no reason to disagree since she had seen most of Frank's pictures, and the subsequent ones.

But she was being asked to skip a level and dress up like a young sexy schoolgirl. Katie was aware that her young, tight body in a schoolgirl's outfit would certainly appeal to old perverted men like the General. And possibly even the kind looking Jack. What was going on? And why was her pussy getting wet at the thought of dressing up and pleasing these old men?

Of course, she did not have to dress as instructed, but then she remembered the firm words of the General: "Make sure you put on exactly what is in there for you". Her brain was telling her to walk out, tell them she had changed her mind and, if need be, argue it out with her husband afterwards. She came from a respectable home, her father a stockbroker, her mother a magistrate, she had lived an upper middle class existence but now she seemed prepared, at a drop of a hat, to become a glamour model, someone who modelled for the perverted pleasure of other men. Old men. Old perverted powerful men who could pay her a lot of money. It was almost a form or prostitution. She should storm out now, her brain was telling her. But sadly, her pussy was telling her something different. It was telling her to dress up like a sevy, naughty young schoolgirl and indulge the sick fantasies of the General and Jack.

So, still utterly confused by the turmoil going on with her emotions, Katie followed the instincts of her married pussy, which was soaking wet with fear and desire, and began to strip off and dress up like a schoolgirl...

Meanwhile, Jack had entered the adjoining room, pleased how things had gone so far. He was now in what was the supervisor's office and no junior member had ever been allowed in. And for a very good reason. For inside was the hub of the operation where much of the work of The Platinum Club was undertaken. It was a plush, well fitted room, with a nice red leather chesterfield couch at one end, coffee table, bar, TV, all the necessary furniture to make it a luxurious room suitable for entertainment. And it needed to be since this is where the girls were taken after their initial shoots and were asked to join the Platinum Club. He looked at the couch and wondered how many women had been fucked on it, or how many men had sat there whilst a young bitch was forced on her knees and ordered to suck a member off. You see, when they were asked to join, many were given a chance to perform some of the services that they would have to perform at a later date. It was remarkable how many of the horny bitches obliged, even at that early stage.

However, the room was not just for entertaining and pleasure, it was also for work for in the far corner was a large desk with a number of computers on it and on the opposite wall there were three large flat screens acting as monitors. Jack went over, sat in the plush leather chair and logged on. As he did, he picked up a Cuban Cohiba cigar, lit it up and leaned back and waited for the system to boot up.

Yes, he thought to himself, it was all going to plan, Frank's wife was as hot in the flesh as she was in the pictures and soon she would be theirs and there would be nothing her pitiful excuse of a husband could do to stop it.

Jack had found out that Katie was Frank's wife...

Unfortunately for Frank, his plan was perfect but for one fatal flaw. Whilst he was aware of the initial interviewing process that the girls went through, the one where a supervisor would meet the girl, check her suitability before the first shoot, Frank was, however, completely unaware of the private investigator who, immediately after the interview, was ordered to follow her. The PI was hired to investigate every girl to confirm her story -- i.e. she was who she said she was.

You see, some years back, maybe 20 years or so, when the club was in its infancy, they almost got caught out. The club had seduced and fucked a young wife who happened to be married to a prominent newspaper editor. This man wanted revenge. He wanted to expose the club who were still fucking his wife, name and shame its high profile members in his paper and put an end to its evil goings on. But he could not do it without proof. He could not ask his whore of a wife, so he decided to send in an undercover reporter. Luckily for the club, they got wind of the scam from the editor's wife who had overheard her husband talking about it and they were able to reject the girl even before the initial shoot. But it was a warning that did not go unheeded.

As such, each girl was carefully vetted. The PI would just follow her home, check she was who she said she was, a small report was prepared and job done. In 20 years only a handful of girls were ever rejected on the grounds of unsuitability (plenty on looks) and there was normally nothing sinister in it. Girl was either too young (16 years old were permitted but nothing younger) or she was married to a criminal (no need to incur the wrath of a psychopathic husband etc).

So of course when the young Katie was interviewed, it did not take long for the Platinum member do declare his interest and when she left, he indicated to the PI to follow her. He followed her home, noted her address, saw her kiss her husband at the door -- picture was taken of that -- husband's name discovered, report sent.

So when the interviewer received the report, he was somewhat surprised, to say the least, to discover that Katie was, in fact, the wife of a known member. She had told then that she was a bored housewife in need of little extra pocket money. This deception was immediately escalated to the upper echelons of the club and the elders had to make a decision. And that decision was, initially, to expel Frank and reject Katie. This was an act of betrayal since he was just after the money, their money, for he would never allow his wife to join The Platinum Club and to submit to their numerous acts of perverted debauchery. They were not there for junior member to defraud them. For the very senior members, it was a real shock since in all their years a member had never once presented his wife like this.

It was then that the General, who was on the executive committee, together with his good friend, Jack, formulated their cunning plan. It was presented to the committee and it was unanimously accepted. No one would ever again try and make a fool out of them.

And what was the plan? Quite simple, really: to seduce, abuse and fuck Frank's wife while he was forced to watch. They wanted him humiliated and destroyed as they would, in front of his eyes, take his beloved wife and turn her into their fuck toy.

Once the computers had finally booted up, Jack logged on. After a minute or so, he had remotely turned on a couple of dozen hidden cameras. Some were in Katie's dressing room, and some were in the main studio. The screens above then became alive. Each screen was then split up into a dozen small pictures, each reflecting a different camera. One screen was devoted to the studio where Frank and the General were busy preparing for the shoot. The other was of more interest, since it was Katie's dressing room. He was recording her whilst she stripped off.

A few more buttons were pressed and a live webcam was set up for members to access via their exclusive website. Each member could, by the click of a mouse, decide which camera, and as such which angle, they wanted to focus on. They were remotely able to enjoy Katie undressing remotely from the comfort of their home. In a short time, via cameras in the studio, they would be able to watch the photo shoot and all else that would follow. Brilliant.

As Jack puffed on his cigar, he looked up at the monitors. Obviously the one with Frank and the General was of no interest. The dressing room, however, was very much of interest. On a normal shoot, it was his favourite part, when the idiots next door were setting up and he was alone in here. He knew that they thought he was just in here having a cup of tea waiting letting them do all the work. In fact, he was getting a very exclusive sneak preview of the goods on offer.

He looked at the monitor with Katie and saw that she had already stripped off and was sitting on the stool by the dresser, rolling up one of the stockings. Her beautiful married tits were on display since she was yet to put on her bra. Jack hated the screen being split up into 12 small screens all with differing angles. It made him dizzy. So he decided to get a better view. In fact the best view in the house. Puffing on his cigar, he swivelled his chair around 180 degrees and looked at a huge picture on the wall. He then picked up a remote control and pointed it at it. In true James Bond fashion the picture then started to disappear under the wall as a result of some mechanical pulley. In its place was a big window. A window into Katie's dressing room. The perverted bastard had installed a two way mirror. And what Katie thought was a mirror, unbeknown to her, also acted as a window for Jack. He could look in and she would never know.

James leaned back in his chair, puffed on his cigar and withdrew his rock hard 11 inch cock and started to stroke it as he watched the poor wife dress for his pleasure.

Katie by now had rolled up both stockings and was attaching the suspenders to the suspender belt. She had stood up and was looking into the mirror (and looking into Jack). She already had on her heels so her body was wonderfully raised. Once she attached the stockings she looked at herself. God she looked great, she thought. She had rarely worn stockings and suspenders before, despite Frank's constant requests, but boy did she look good. She should wear them more often, she thought. Her hands then went up to her breasts and cupped them. She always admired her tits, the size of them were slightly abnormal for a girl of her size, but they looked great. Women were bitterly jealous of them whilst men were desperately transfixed by them. Only her husband had ever seen them naked, and now she felt that it was inevitable that she would be ordered to reveal them to the General Would she obey? She was terrified at the prospect. But her nipples had become rock hard at the prospect and her pussy was soaking wet. She pinched them and started to lick her lips. She was terrified but she also had a strange feeling of horny warmth which was flowing through her young body.

She still desperately wanted to run out of this place, having seen what she was being ordered to wear. But some strange force was keeping her here. Keeping her here at the whim of these old powerful men. As such, she stayed and conscience of not keeping the General and Jack waiting, she picked up the bra left for her and looked at it. She noticed was that it was made of a transparent lacy black material. Her tits would be clearly visible even whet she put it on. The other thing she noticed that was that it was very small. In fact it looked at least 3 sizes too small to contain her wonderful 34DD jugs. She then remembered that when she was interviewed, she had given them her exact measurements and was assured that the outfit chosen for her would accurately reflect this. It must have been a mistake. Or was it? Had they deliberately bought her a bra too small in order to accentuate her already considerable cleavage? To make sure her big married tits were ready to explode out from the confines of her small bra? She licked her lips at the devious tactics of these old perverts. She was beginning to understand that this was far from any normal photography club. When these men wanted something, they set out to get it. And she was, today, their prey. Again her brain told her to leave. But her pussy had taken over and she put on the bra.

Indeed it was a few sizes too small and as such she could barely get her tits into the cups. She found that, despite her best efforts, her nipples just kept poking out from the top of the bra and all the bra was doing was supporting the bottom of her tits, raising them up and offering addition (and unnecessary) support. She desperately tried to cover her tits, to preserve some modicum of dignity, but all that would happen was that with the slightest movement, they would spring out of her bra, leaving her big firm luscious mounds of tit flesh exposed when she was inevitably asked to open her shirt.

Her heart was now pounding away with fear. This was not what she had signed up for. Maybe she could wear her bra but once again she remembered the General's very explicit order - "Make sure you put on exactly what is in there for you". She had no choice. She would have to dress like a slut for these men or walk away.