Character description:
My name is Avery Jennifer Radcliffe, or AJ for short, and I’m a 19-year-old, 5’6, brunette with brown eyes, a 32B chest, and 35-inch hips. My butt is fairly toned from years of soccer growing up, and my new-found love of the gym. Based on my year-round love of the beach and tanning beds, I nearly always have a distinct set of tan lines in the shape of whatever swimwear has caught my attention at the moment. Because of my line of work, I wax or shave very regularly and ever since spring break of my junior year, I’ve had a neon ring in my tongue, a small, gold hoop in my nose, and fun jewelry to match on my chest.
*******Chapter 1********
It must have been the summer of my junior year when I first got the first taste of guys on the internet enjoying what I post. My family had gone on a week-long trip to the Outer Banks, and I spent most every minute in some combination of swimsuit, shorts, and tank top when I “dressed up”, or an oversized hoodie as a swimsuit cover-up when I wanted to bum out in the evening by the fire. My Instagram was quickly filled with post after post in outfits that left little to the imagination and I didn’t think twice about it. Sure, that summer I’d filled in a bit and had gone up a cup size, but in my mind, it was still just post after post of me enjoying summer in clothes meant for summer.
“God you look like a star, baby girl.”
“What do those lips do though?”
“I would fuck the shit out of your tight little ass”
“Rate my cock?”
“Think you could handle my BBC?”
My inbox was flooded the night I posted my vacation pictures. Yes, there were guys from my school mixed in, complimenting me and generally trying to get their classmate’s attention, but for every one of them, it seemed like there was a random account that had some innuendo or for the bold, a dick pic, to send to my box. That reaction to a few simple bikini pictures is what started me down the path toward where I am today, modeling on a popular, blue-logoed website that you shouldn’t open at work.
From that first summer post that I “filled out” onward, social media became a place for me to share my adventures, but also to get a thrill or a rush from the attention of random guys who knew I was out of bounds. Some guys became super creepy and got blocked, but others gave me the kind of attention that makes any impressionable girl’s heart flutter. One or two may have even had me crushing on them for a few weeks here and there. One of them turned into something less fleeting, and eventually into something much, much more.
Over the next few years, as we sprinted towards graduation and “real life”, I had no idea what I wanted to do after. I knew from my parents, staying at home wouldn’t be an option.
Mom and dad were fairly successful in the business world and their ultimatum to me was “College or out.” Seeing as how I had no idea what I wanted to do, college seemed like a waste of everyone’s time and money, which left me with option two, try to make it on my own.
On more than one occasion, I turned to Jeremy, the successful photographer based in the southern, Atlantic-coast side of Florida. Jeremy was twice my age and while it was wildly inappropriate, he also “got me”. I vented to him, I talked to him about the situation with my parents, and I fawned over his incredible work with gorgeous, Florida girls on his website. He was careful to never cross any inappropriate lines with me, but for a year and a half, he was my friend, my sounding board, and my secret crush that no one could know about, lest someone accuse him of robbing the cradle. That all changed in the spring of my senior year.
As graduation loomed, I reached that magic birthday, and at 12:01 A.M, Jeremy sent the message that has shaped the entire course of my adult career thus far.
“Happy birthday, baby girl! AJ, you have grown into a beautiful young woman, and I’ve waited for months, ever since your parents’ ultimatum, to send you this. I think I have a solution to your problem. Move down here, stay with me and I can help you get a job at our community center and help you take your social media to a whole different, more profitable level.”
Yes, I had attracted a following on social media, but no, I never thought I could turn that into anything. Jeremy seemed to think I could make it work and he had a job for me and a place to stay. It almost seemed too good to be true and I went back and forth on answering for at least a week.
“Okay, I’m in.”
Two weeks later, I walked the stage, packed my bags, and moved to Florida to set out on my own with no plan other than to move in with a guy I knew from social media, work at his community center and get famous on the internet. My parents were beside themselves. They were certain I’d straighten out and go to college but there I was, a thousand miles from home, getting picked up at the airport by a guy I’d only just met in real life that was twice my age. The rebel in me was excited beyond description.
Jeremy drove us home in awkward silence like we half-believed this wasn’t really happening. I’d put my life into two rolling suitcases and as we pulled into the drive of his well-to-do home in a gated community near the beach, reality set in that I wasn’t in Maine anymore. We made small talk and he was a complete gentleman. He showed me to a guest bedroom on the opposite side of the kitchen and living room from the master suite and gave me space to get settled in for the night and let me keep that space as I quickly passed out from the whirlwind of the last two weeks.
In the morning, everything changed. He was still a gentleman, but it was clear he had a plan for me to “become profitable” on social media.
“Hey AJ, you need to wake up sweetie, you’ve got a new Instagram account to launch this morning and then we need to get you set up at the community center for your day job.”
I groggily peeked my head out from under the covers, uncertain of the time but certain we hadn’t said anything about starting new pages from scratch. Jeremy came and plopped down on my bed, dressed in an open, cotton button-down with mid-thigh shorts that gave off total beach-meets-business vibes.
“What’s this about new accounts,” I asked, still wiping the sleep from my eyes.
“Your adult accounts, AJ. I went ahead and set up a primary and a backup page with a few of the better pictures you have from the beach and you’ve started to get a decent following for just a few days. You need to start to spice things up to get a bigger following before we launch your full adult page this weekend.”
So that was the catch. That was the too-good-to-be-true part of this whole thing. I was going to become a profitable adult model in Florida. Of course. I should have seen it coming. A part of me had always figured this is what it would take. Guys had been offering outrageous things to see me for quite a while but I’d always brushed that off as internet pervs. Now though, the business plan was to cater to them.
I got out of bed, dressed in my oversized t-shirt and soccer shorts, and went to the kitchen for a light breakfast where Jeremy and I talked over more of the specifics of the plan. The first week or two, I’d pose in bikinis and one-pieces in increasingly suggestive poses. Then I’d transition into more adult shots in lingerie, but still, tame enough for Instagram, and then I’d “decide” to start an adult site and move into full-on adult content creation. I was completely nervous as I considered my options. I didn’t love the plan but I didn’t hate it. I didn’t want to fail and move home, so I agreed and that afternoon I found myself out back by the pool.
Moving to Florida, I’d packed my fair share of bikinis that your average teen can buy while living with two parents at home. Some string bikinis had modest coverage and a few others that were “hot” without screaming “slut” and that kept us well within the general social media terms of service and community guidelines.
It only took one or two outfits worth of shots for me to relax and come out of my shell, posing with my bottoms pulled low on my hips, thumbs keeping them up just enough to hide my slit, while also taking some shots with my legs spread wide, the thin strip of my suit barely keeping me remotely modest. A few more poses followed, from me staring up at the camera while sitting back on my knees with my eyes closed and mouth open to other shots with me on all fours, with the camera angled just enough to make them “Instagram safe”.
My pages blew up seemingly overnight.
“She’s legal now boys!”
“Show us your tits”
“This little cocksucker needs daddy, hm”
All of these and thousands more appeared on my new, adult-focused pages as I struggled to comprehend the speed of my blow-up.
“AJ, they’re going to want you nude by the weekend. You’ll lose it all if you make them wait weeks”
“Okay, so what’s the plan?”
That afternoon, instead of going to start my job at the community center, I found myself taking my first cellphone selfies and mirror shots in my underwear. A lot of oversized t-shirts with lacy thongs peeking out from underneath. Sitting on the edge of my bed with the outline of my lips visible under the lace came next. Then we moved into braless pictures with my hands covering the “non-Instagramable” parts and Jeremy saw my breasts for the first time as I transitioned poses.
I didn’t know what to think. I’d only ever been with three guys, but I definitely enjoyed sex. Jeremy was attractive for sure, but he was also my confidant and my person to vent to. That evening, the conversation turned to how far this would go as my Instagram blew up once again with a few shots Jeremy dropped from earlier.
“They’re in love with you, AJ! If you commit to this, and run this page, you could make so much more than a random girl starring for an agency. But, you’re going to have to get personal with your audience and interact with them. And you’re going to have to have sex. They’re going to want to see you break that wall and go all the way.”
I sucked in a deep breath and nodded. I was an adult model now.
“Okay, but only with you. No other guys.” That’s the line I drew for myself in the moment and Jeremy eagerly agreed. I was his. Now in fairness, I have had the opportunity to film with a genuinely famous musician and two guys who are well known in “the industry”, and I would have been dumb to turn those chances down. But for the most part, the rule I set my first day has stuck and I’ve been Jeremy’s filming partner and housemate for going on two years now.