Fortunately, the address was within walking distance and she hurried there, now unfettered by books and college paraphernalia.  She entered the door at exactly the specified time, with an audible sigh.  "This should be interesting," she thought. 

    Entering the small office, she could see a studio set up in the rear, with a panel separating a small reception area from what appeared to be the working space.  She heard some mechanical clicking sounds behind the panel and cleared her throat, to be noticed. A man, around 40 -45 appeared around the corner, noticed her, and smiled.  "You must be Amanda," he said, smiling and obviously appraising with the cameraman's eye. She blushed from his intensely assessing looks, wondering what he might have thought?

     "Yes, in the flesh," Amanda replied.

     "Hmmmm, sounds nice, Amanda", laughed the gentleman.  "I'm Harvy, your happy camera person and honcho of  this exotic business."

     "First, Amanda, we should speak to what it is you are interested in.  I will list our services, the amounts possible I would pay, any residuals which might result, and then a small rap about what it's all about.  Have a seat."

     A business discussion ensued, Harvy speaking of all the possibilities.  He mentioned that there was a progressive scale for showing skin and hinted at more.  Amanda had been prepared for some of this, going in.  She was well aware of what she was doing.

     As he spoke, she found herself attracted, somehow.  His voice was deep and sexy, he was definitely well-built under the golf shirt and jeans, and his presentation was perfectly clear.

     "Why don;t we try a small start, Amanda?", Harvy said.  "Let's get comfortable, first, then we can deal with specifics."  He led her around the panel onto a very luxurious-looking sofa.  He had gone and locked the door as well, making her feel yet more secure.  She had his attention, she could tell and it made her feel almost aroused.  Certainly comfortable. 

     "OK.  Unbutton your blouse."  Amanda was shocked at the directness, but she knew this was the way of this business.  She complied, watching him now and then to gauge a reaction.  As her blouse opened, revealing her sexy light blue lacy bra and her breasts pushed up under, she could see approval in his eyes.

     "Oh, my, very nice."  Harvy purred.  "Now the bra."

     Amanda removed her bra, feeling bolder by the second.  She sat there, beside him and she wiggled her shoulders a bit, just to create some motion.  "Lord, Amanda, you are quite a sexy lady."  Amanda noticed, as well, he rearranged himself,inside his jeans, knowing full well she had aroused this attractive man. 

     "My God," thought Amanda, "I'm going to fuck this guy."

     Harvy reached over and placed his hands under her breasts, cupping them.  A bolt of electricity shot through Amanda as she felt him cupping them, rubbing her nipples with his thumbs.  She pushed herself toward him, inadvertently, wanting to feel more of this.  As she did, her breath left her momentarily.  She had had no idea how much she wanted something like this.  It was insanely perfect, this perfect stranger sitting beside her, telling her to comply with whatever he asked and she felt herself wanting to, more and more. Mashing her tits into his hands, she felt herself getting extremely and incredibly moist. 

     "What else do you want?", she whispered, obviously taken. 

Amanda felt herself breathing hard, her heart rate had increased by approximately double, she speculated.  Her breasts in Harvy's hands felt as if they were melting into this warm confinement and she felt herself getting extremely wet between her now -hot legs.