The Descent of Judy
Chapter 1. First Steps
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Judy Richards had it all. She'd got straight A's in her final school year, was
now studying medicine at a top London hospital. As if that weren't enough, she
was also incredibly attractive. She was of medium height and wore her blonde
hair long and flowing. Her good looks made both men and women turn their heads.
Her intelligence and beauty made her slightly aloof; this wasn't because she was
arrogant, she just felt different to other people which made her slightly
withdrawn. She was so attractive and bright that she actually put boys off from
asking her out. She had few girlfriends either; no girl could put up with being
compared to her intelligence and beauty for long. Now, half way through her
first year at college, though surrounded by 'friends' she was feeling lonely and
unchallenged. It was around this time that she started modelling.
She was introduced to the world of modelling in a wine bar of all places. She
was there with her flatmates before moving on to a party. As normal, Judy felt
half-in, half-out of the buzz of chat going on around the table. Looking around
the bar she noticed an attractive looking Asian girl in her twenties looking at
her. Judy looked away, but when she looked back she saw that the girl was still
appraising her. A lesbian pick-up? Judy felt slightly ridiculous. She hoped her
flatmates did not notice.
Later, as they went to leave, the stood up and girl stopped Judy. Despite being
of Asian origin, Judy realised that standing up she was taller than her by at
least six inches, and fuller bodied than her too. Long, black, softly curling
hair framed a face that was dominated by deep dark smouldering eyes and a full,
sensual mouth. The only thing that spoiled perfection was her nose, which curved
slightly, giving Judy the impression of a beautiful bird of prey but making her
appear a bit cruel. The girl smiled at Judy. Judy looked puzzled.
"I couldn't help noticing you," the girl said.
"Oh?" said Judy, taken aback by the girl's forward approach.
Salma smiled at the worried look on Judy's face then stuck her head back and
laughed revealing gleaming white teeth. Judy's flatmates, now mostly out of the
door turned back to look to locate the sound.
"Ha, don't worry, I'm not trying to pick you up!"
"Then wha..." Judy began.
The girl suddenly became serious.
"You really are quite beautiful, you really should do modelling. Are you a
student or something?"
"Yes," Judy found herself answering.
"Well, if you need to earn some extra cash then you should seriously consider
it."
The girl scrabbled in her handbag and pulled out a card.
"Go and see this man. He's a good photographer, with good contacts. Tell him
Salma sent you."
Salma scrawled her name on the back of the card and handed it to the bemused
Judy.
"I'll tell him to expect you," said Salma
Judy mumbled a reply and left the wine bar to follow her friends. She glanced at
the business card Salma had handed her - it belonged to 'Mike Burrows', an
independent photographer who lived locally. She slipped the card in her pocket
intending to throw it away later. Secretly though she was thrilled. People had
always told her she was good looking, but it was great to have it confirmed by
an 'expert'.
All the girls she shared the house with moaned about their lack of money. Judy's
family weren't that well off so she was also struggling. When she found Mike's
card again, emptying out her pockets a week later, she decided that, what the
hell, she would call him. To her surprise, once she started to explain who she
was it seemed that Mike had been expecting her call. He was enthusiastic and
invited her over to his studio that week.
Judy had difficulty locating the studio; the narrow entrance was squeezed
between two other buildings in what was little more than a narrow alley in
London's Soho. The smallest of plaques revealed that this was indeed the office
and studio of Mike Burrows.
A woman with short, dark, almost spiky hair in her mid-thirties answered the
door. Her appearance initially took Judy aback as part of her hair was dyed
partly flaming red and she had several prominent rings through her nose, lip and
eyebrow.
The woman looked her up and down somewhat contemptuously before asking if she
was 'the student'. Judy felt intimidated and was tempted to run away, but calmed
herself and replied that indeed, she was. The woman, who identified herself as
Mike's wife, Corinne, led her up two flights of steep and narrow stairs that led
straight from the door.
In the studio, Mike was in the middle of a photo-shoot; apparently he was doing
a portfolio for an aspiring model. Unlike his wife, Mike was as friendly as he
had been on the phone. When he had finished and the other girl had left, Mike
asked Judy to simply pose for some shots. Judy was a little unsure, not knowing
what he wanted, but as Mike snapped he got her to move and pose. His calm,
professional and friendly manner was reassuring, and eventually she found
herself relaxing and almost enjoying the work.
When they had finished, Mike said that he would hawk the photos around the many
agencies that he knew for her. In return she would pay him a percentage of any
money she earned.
Weeks passed and Judy had almost forgotten about the photo-shoot until she got a
phone-call from Mike. He cryptically referred to some work that he had managed
to find for her and asked her to come over to the studio when she was free. Judy
was intrigued and went the next day, straight after lectures finished.
When she got there Mike indicated a chair in his office and then got straight to
the point.
"Ever thought about doing nude work?" he asked.
"No," said Judy, feeling her pulse race.
Mike remained silent so she felt as though she should justify herself.
"But I'm no prude," she added.
Again the silence.
"I've just never thought about it before," Judy said quietly, her voice
quivering with her nervousness.
"Okay, glamour or Continental?" Mike asked, knowing she wouldn't understand.
"Uhm, what do you mean?" she asked.
"Well, glamour is just getting your kit off and posing."
He pulled a folder from a drawer and opened it, taking out a sheaf of photos
showing an attractive, large-breasted girl in various naked poses.
"And this is Continental," he said, spreading a second set showing the same
girl, but this time she was engaged in a whole series of sexual activities,
ranging from masturbation with an improbably large dildo to having her face
splattered with the cum from two large penises.
The sight of such degrading activities shocked Judy, but made her already fast
pulse race even harder and her stomach feel hollow. She'd heard of such
degrading porn, but never seen anything like this.
"Well, what d'you think then?" Mike asked her.
Judy looked at him and blushed.
"What pays more?" she asked, playing for time.
Mike just laughed, "What d'you think?" he said.
"I think I could do something like that," she answered quietly, pointing to the
picture of the girl playing with the huge dildo.
"Okay, we need to do some test shots, are you free tomorrow morning?" he asked.
"Yes, I'm free," she lied, knowing full well that she was supposed to be
attending lectures.
