An Accidental Business An Accidental Relationship Accidentally Lesbian

After High school I went to a six week training for girls aspiring to be stewardesses. It was one of those schools that promises the moon but doesn't deliver. It cost my mother 1,500 of those days dollars, and all I got out of it was picture in a 'not an airline' stewardess uniform.

I got a job as an insurance clerk at an agency. A man and wife thing. She was understanding but didn't hold back about theses schools that stole money. She did like my stewardess picture. For reasons unknown she said I was pretty enough and I had the rack to be a Playboy bunny. The next thing I know I'm posing topless for her in a field. It was a little embarrassing sitting topless out in the open. She brushed blush on my breasts and plucked at my nipples. She told me when she was in high school she posed for this woman who sold 8 by 10 glossies to sailors.

We sent in the application with four 8 by 10 glossies. I got silence. She wanted to build a client base for modeling, and she used the pictures for advertising. Several girls signed up and I helped her set up and take pictures of the models. All of them signed they were 18, but some of the weren't. That's where I fell in love with topless girls and became a 'titty' girl.

The little business attracted girls looking to work as topless dancers. These girls had real nice titties. And they didn't mind being touched and made up for the pictures, and weren't opposed to some open leg pictures. I had become pretty good behind the camera, and we had a word of mouth business.

I had a man come by and he asked for some explicit pictures, hard core pictures. We discussed it and decided we weren't going to do Porn. We were a modeling studio for topless dancers, and younger girls wanting pictures for boyfriends. The business was popular, lots of girls looking for a break in Playboy or Penthouse, and maybe the movies. Most were topless dancers in shady places.

At that time when we were so young, barely legal, our business was jumping. Hardly zero enhanced girls. We got visited by vice looking for prostitutes. We treated them well, let them observe a shoot of some topless girl. One of them, a forty something, asked me to prove to him I was a girl. I dropped my pants and asked him 'does this look like a girl?'

He was way too aggressive and what he wanted was the real thing, not pictures. He got what he wanted and I had to be a girl for him. That's when I knew for certain, it wasn't for me, I was strictly into girls.

Well that business lasted for a while until it attracted too much attention because of the high school girls. We reluctantly closed and stuck to insurance. Her husband got fed up with us and our little business and divorced her. I think maybe we were the first lesbian agency, selling home and auto insurance. Still in business.