After moving to Los Angeles, finding a steady job was not quite as easy as I had imagined. I found myself bouncing from one production to another as a production assistant for low budget movies, television shows, and commercials. Trust me – it sounds way more impressive than it actually is. My biggest issue was that it seemed to be a club of insiders and the idea of it ‘not being what you know, but who you know’ was more realistic than I thought possible. I moved out here dreaming of being a director. I knew it was a bit of a long shot, but I also knew that it would take a lot of work. I would have to start at the very bottom and prove myself to be a hard worker, while learning about the business and how things worked on a set. That meant low pay, long hours, and very little time for actually working on my own projects.On the bright side, I was twenty-three years old, living in bright, sunny LA, and really didn’t have a lot of real responsibilities. Sure, I had the normal bills – rent, cell phone, groceries, etc. – but my car was paid for and I really only needed about $1500 per month to stay afloat. It doesn’t sounds like much but I was barely scraping by at the end of each month.It had been two weeks since my last gig and I was getting desperate. During my daily skimming of job listings on various websites, I found one that might be of some interest. It read: Cameraman needed for small production. Good pay. One day shoot. Minimal experience needed. Send resume to *******.The work was outside my area of expertise, but the promise of ‘good pay’ was more than enough to take a shot. I knew how to work a camera from some visual arts classes I took in college, so at worst, I could probably fake it pretty well if they were really interested in ‘minimal experience’. So I sent my resume in and went about my day.About four hours later, I heard my phone ding on the kitchen counter and knew that it was an email to my work account based on the distinct chime. I rushed over and opened it to see if it was about the job.Mike, thanks for sending your resume. Looks good to me – can you come by for a meeting tomorrow around lunch time? The address is 11530 Pendleton St., Sun Valley. Make sure your afternoon is free. If we get along, I want to shoot immediately. – HankI couldn’t believe it. I replied right away and told Hank that I would be there at noon. I got an email back from him confirming our meeting and letting me know that he was looking forward to the next day. I was careful not to ask about pay right away. The way I saw it, if he wanted to shoot tomorrow, there was always the chance I could drive up the price at our meeting if he really wanted to get started. Telling him my price today would just mean that he could say ‘no’ and find someone else.That night, I went to bed early so that I could get up early and be one hundred percent ready for my meeting with Hank. It seemed silly but camera guys make good money in this town and if I could make this a regular job, it would be great for the bank account. So I wanted to make the best impression I could.Around 10:45am, I left my apartment and headed up Interstate 5. It was not that far of a drive but LA traffic can be unpredictable. I was not taking a chance on being late because of traffic. The drive didn’t take very long but I was so excited about this opportunity that each minute seemed like an hour. I finally arrived around 11:30am and just waited in my car for a while. I didn’t want to show up too early. I knew how annoying that can be.About five minutes until noon, I walked up the front door and entered the nondescript building. There was a long hallway with a bunch of doors so I just started walking and looking for the door with Straight Cash written on it. About halfway down the hall, I found it and knocked. After a moment, the door swung open and I was greeted by a friendly face.“Mike?” he asked.“Yes; you ankara travesti must be Hank?” I replied.“That’s me. Thanks so much for coming on short notice. My normal guy dropped out and I needed to get this shot today. My actress is only available for a few hours this afternoon so I din’t want to risk losing her for this project. Come on in, let’s chat,” he told me.I walked into the waiting room of a normal office setting. There was some generic art on the wall and some nice looking couches along two of the walls. We walked through to an office off that room and Hank took a seat behind the desk. I sat down across from him.“Alright, so she’s probably going to be here in about forty-five minutes so let’s talk real quick and get set up. You hungry? I got some pizza for lunch and there’s a few slices left in the break room,” he offered.“Oh, no thank you. I’m all set. Big breakfast for me today,” I explained.“Alright, offer stands. Anyway, I’m not going to sugar coat this. I produce adult videos,” he said with a pause, waiting for me to react.I just nodded my head so as not to react to strongly one way or another. A job is a job.“You ever see those videos where some amateur girl comes in, does an interview, and gets naked?” he asked.“Um, sure. Like ‘Girls Do Porn’?” I asked, trying to sound like I knew what he was talking about without revealing too much.“Yeah – exactly, but fuck those guys. Those chicks are actresses. It’s fake as fuck. I find real amateurs. Girls with something to prove to their shitty ex-boyfriends or deadbeat dads. I bring them in, talk to them a bit, and have some fun,” he explained.“Oh, that’s cool,” I said, really not knowing what to say at all.“So anyone can use these cameras, I’m not looking for a professional. Just someone who can aim the camera at the action and not get all weird. Can you do that?” Hank asked.“Yeah – absolutely. I’ve used cameras like those before,” I said, gesturing to the cameras on his desk.“Great – the job pays three grand. You cool with that?” he asked.I almost choked. Three thousand dollars? That was way more than I expected!“Sure – that works for me,” I said, trying to play it cool.“Okay, great. Here’s how this works. You are the second camera. I’ll be the primary camera. We will start with an interview. This camera will be on my desk getting a wide shot. You sit over there and get close ups. Make sure you capture her reactions and facial expressions. That is the gold that tells the world she is really an amateur,” he told me.I nodded and he continued.“Once the action heats up, you get in there with the camera; you want to get close enough to get good shots but not too close that it throws off the action. Don’t be fucking weird, okay? I get in on the action a little bit so make sure you are getting the good shot if I’m not in the position to get it myself,” he explained, making sure that I was not going to fuck this up.“I’ve seen some of those videos so I think I can handle this pretty well,” I said, trying to ease his worries that I wouldn’t do it right.“Great – I’m sure you’ll be good. Any questions from you? Because once we get started, we just roll. There are no second takes. We want this as real as possible.” Hank asked.“When you say you ‘get in on the action’, what exactly does that mean? I just want to be ready.” I asked.“Depends on the girl, to be honest. Whatever she’s up for!” he said with a big smile.I liked Hank. He was energetic and pleasant – certainly not the type of guy I expected to be doing videos like this. We chatted a little more about some of the features on the camera and shots he wanted to be sure I was getting. For the most part, he kept me in the dark. I don’t think it was intentional. I think he was just used to guys in this business and I didn’t ask too many questions, so as not to sound like a newbie. I was feeling a little nervous because I really didn’t know travesti ankara what to expect. I had seen a few of these videos but I really was not completely comfortable with what I was going to be shooting. It’s not that I was a prude or anything – I watched porn – but there was a big difference from pulling up a video online and being two feet from the action. This was especially true when there was no script and the girl has never done this before! Around 1:00pm, Hank’s phone rang.“Hello… yeah. Hey, honey. Yeah, the door is about halfway down the hall on the right. See you in a minute,” he said into the phone.I looked at him with a look of ‘so this is it?’“Showtime, Mikey boy!” Hank said, excitedly.Moments later, there was a knock on the outside door and Hank went out to greet the start of our show. I sat back and waited for them to come back. We had agreed that we would explain the day to her before we started shooting to avoid too much awkwardness.“Mike, meet Paige. Paige, Mike,” he said, walking into the room with a cute brunette.“Hi, Mike! Nice to meet you!” Paige said in a friendly tone.She was stunning. If I had to guess, I would place her in her early twenties with long, brown hair with loose curls and deep blue eyes. She was about five-foot-four, nearly a full foot shorter than Hank. She was petite by most standards, with slim legs, a narrow waist, and perky B-cup breasts above a flat stomach. She was dressed very casually, not exactly what you would expect – just jeans and a white t-shirt.I said my hellos and Hank invited her to grab a seat on the small sofa across from his desk. We had since moved the seat I was sitting in so there was nothing between the couch and his desk. For the next few minutes, Hank explained how much she would be paid for her time and how he expected the day to go. There would be an interview and then some modeling if she was comfortable. He also reminded her that she was under no obligation to do anything she didn’t want to. She seemed relieved at how nice he was and appreciative of his style of work.“Ready to get started?” he asked her.“Yep!” Paige chirped.We started rolling the cameras and Hank began his interview.“Hey there, what’s your name?” he began.“Paige,”“Nice to meet you, Paige. How old are you?”“I’m twenty.”“And are you from LA?”“No, I just moved here. I grew up in Ohio.”“Ohio? What brings you out west?”“I’m in college at UC.”“No shit – what are you studying?”“Communication… for now. I’m still not completely sure if I want to do that.”She was adorable on camera. I couldn’t tell if she was playing it up for us or not, but it was working. She looked great and she sounded genuine.“So, let’s get a little deeper, shall we?” Hank asked.“Sure! I’m an open book.” Paige replied.“Do you have a boyfriend?”“Um, kind of.” “Kind of?! What would he say?”“He would say that I have a boyfriend,” she said, a little embarrassed but smiling.“Are you a virgin?”She looked at me and then back to Hank. “No, I’m not. Is that okay?” she asked, shyly.“Of course that’s okay! You’re young and sexy. What you do is your business, right?” Hank assured her.“Okay, we’ll I’ve only been with like four guys. So I’m not a slut or anything!” she said. “Well, why don’t we do a little modeling as we finish the interview. Can you stand up and take your top off?” Hank asked.She looked nervous for the first time. Hank sensed her hesitation and jumped back in.“How about I throw in another hundred dollars for your top?” he offered.She seemed to like the sound of that and stood up cautiously. As she stood, she pulled her t-shirt up over her head, leaving her standing in front of us in jeans and a lime green bra. It looked great on her tight, tanned body.“Wow – you look great, honey!” Hank said.“Aw, thanks,” she replied.“Now, what is your favorite position in bed?” Hank asked.“Um, on top? Yeah, I like being on top the most,” she said, ankara travestiler blushing.“Oh, so we have ourselves a little cowgirl, huh?” Hank teased.“I guess so!” Paige said back.“Will you take off those jeans for another hundred?” he asked.Without responding, she just smiled and began unbuttoning her jeans. As she tugged them down over her hips, she revealed a pair of lacy green panties that matched the bra. She might have been playing coy but she knew from the start that we would be seeing the matching set!“Oh my god – look at that little body. Paige, you are incredible!” Hank praised her.She was smiling and seemingly loving the attention. I was doing my best to remain professional. I had never been this close to such a stunning creature in just her underwear before. “Why do you like cowgirl so much, Paige?” Hank probed.“Um, I just like the way it feels, I guess?” Paige replied, a little unsure.“Do you like big dicks?” Hank said.Paige laughed, embarrassed. I could tell she was searching for the right answer. “Yeah, of course. Well, I think so. One of my boyfriends was pretty big and he was good in bed.” she said, blushing again.“How big was he?” Hank pushed for more. I could tell that he was an expert at this. The questions got more personal as the clothes came off. It was brilliant in the way of simply upping the ante every few minutes and keeping her off balance. I’m not sure she would be talking so freely if she wasn’t almost naked, and she may not be standing here in just her underwear if she didn’t just admit to loving to being on top. It was the idea of ‘well, I’ve already gone this far or said this much, what’s a little more?’“He was probably this big,” she said, holding up her hands about six or seven inches apart.“And he was the biggest?” Hank asked.“Yeah,” Paige replied.“Have you ever wanted to try a bigger penis?” I saw a little reluctance in her face when deciding on how to answer this one. It was that uncertainty that Hank had told me to look for. I was sure he would love this!“I mean, yeah, kind of. I’ve had girlfriends talk about their boyfriends’ cocks before but I always thought they were exaggerating. But, yeah, I’ve wondered. I’ve always enjoyed my boyfriends though, so it’s just been a curiosity, not something I’ve really ever needed.” “Can you take your bra off for me? I’ll give you another two hundred dollars,” Hank told her.There was a slight hesitation this time, but again, she took him up on the offer and reached behind her back to release her bra. In the next moment, she was shrugging it off her shoulders and allowing us to view her tits. There was almost no need for a bra. There was no sag at all. They just stood out proudly.“Are those natural?” Hank asked.“Yup!”“Can you give them a little squeeze for the camera?” Hank asked.“Um, okay!” Paige replied and reached up to her breasts and pushed them together with her palms before squeezing them and giving her nipples a little pinch before releasing them.I was mesmerized by her body and her bubbly personality.“Do you ever give your boyfriends blowjobs?” Hank asked.For the first time, she looked really unsure if she was going to answer, but she eventually came through.“Yes…” she admitted.“Do you like it?” Hank followed up.“I… I kind of do! I know that sounds weird because most girls hate it, but I kind of like giving my boyfriends that kind of pleasure. It makes me feel kind of sexy,” she said, sheepishly.“When is the last time you sucked a dick?” Hank was getting a little more vulgar with his questioning. Again, he started slow to build trust and now was talking dirty to arouse her. Well played, Hank! Paige was really blushing now.“Yesterday!” Paige replied, before covering her face in embarrassment.“Yesterday?” Hank said, laughing.“Yeah, I blew my boyfriend while we were watching a movie after dinner! Oh my god, this is so embarassing!” Paige said.“Would you suck one now?” Hank said, going in for the kill.“Right now?” she asked.“Yeah, let’s say there was another five hundred dollars in it for you?” Hank offered.“For five hundred dollars?! Yeah – I think I would,” she said.At this point, I was no longer sure what would happen next.