Yung hangin sa studio ng modeling agency ay malamig, pero parang may init na naglalaro sa paligid. The scent of expensive perfume, studio lights, and the faint smell of cigarette smoke mula sa mga crew na nagpapahinga sa labas—lahat yun naghahalo sa hangin. I adjusted my tight crop top, yung puti na medyo see-through. My skin, fair and smooth, glowed under the harsh studio lights, a typical Filipina beauty with a touch of Chinese ancestry—maputi, makinis, at yung mga features ko, sharp pero soft sa tamang anggulo. My long, jet-black hair cascaded down my back, framing my petite, hourglass figure. My breasts, full and perky, strained against the thin fabric. I kept myself meticulously groomed—down there, a neat landing strip, since that’s what they liked, sabi ng mga clients.
Pagpasok ko sa set, narinig ko agad yung boses ni Direk, yung director na laging may smirk na parang may alam siyang sekreto. “Oh, dumating na! Ayan, sampolan niyo muna si Annika,” sabi niya sa mga underlings niya, yung mga assistant photographers at lighting guys na laging sabik na sabik. I rolled my eyes, pero deep inside, sanay na ko. This was the deal—two hours of “prep” before the shoot, two hours of “cool-down” after. At sa cool-down, yun yung time ng mga big bosses, si Direk at yung mga higher-ups, to get their fill. Creampie, always after. That was the unspoken rule.
I sighed, feeling a mix of annoyance and resignation. This was the job. Ganda ko, sabi nila, pero parang currency lang din yun dito. I walked toward the backroom, yung dimly lit na kwarto na may leather couch, mirrors, at yung amoy ng sex na hindi mawala-wala kahit anong spray ng Febreze. My heels clicked on the floor, at yung mga mata ng crew, nakadikit sa akin. My hips swayed naturally, yung 5’4” frame ko na may tamang kurba—flat tummy, round ass, at yung legs ko na toned mula sa years of dancing and modeling.
Inside the backroom, dalawang lalaki na yung naghihintay—si Mark, yung assistant photographer, at si Carlo, yung lighting guy. Parehong moreno, typical Pinoy builds, pero fit, yung tipong may gym membership pero hindi naman bodybuilder. “Annika, ang sexy mo talaga,” sabi ni Mark, grinning, habang hinuhubad na niya yung polo niya. I gave him a half-smile, pero sa loob-loob ko, Ugh, simulan na natin para matapos na.
“Hubad na, baby,” sabi ni Carlo, his voice low, already unbuckling his belt. I slipped off my crop top, revealing my breasts—full, firm, with those pink nipples they all seemed obsessed with. My skirt followed, leaving me in just my black lace thong. The air felt cool against my skin, pero yung init ng tingin nila, parang hinahatak ako palapit. I knelt on the couch, my knees sinking into the leather, at naramdaman ko yung unang haplos ni Mark sa likod ko. His hands were rough, calloused, pero yung touch niya, gentle pa rin kahit sabik.
“Ang puti mo talaga,” bulong niya, his fingers tracing down my spine, hanggang sa hinawakan niya yung curve ng hips ko. I shivered, not because I wanted it, but because my body was betraying me, responding to the touch. Si Carlo naman, nasa harap ko na, his pants down, at yung erection niya, obvious na obvious. “Sige na, Annika, you know what to do,” sabi niya, guiding my head toward him.
I took him in my mouth, yung warmth at saltiness filling my senses. My lips wrapped around him, moving slowly, deliberately, habang yung kamay ni Mark was busy exploring my body. He tugged my thong down, exposing my neatly groomed pussy, at naramdaman ko yung daliri niya, gently probing, testing. “Basang-basa ka na, ha,” he teased, at I wanted to roll my eyes again, pero I just moaned softly, letting them think I was into it.
Mark positioned himself behind me, at yung unang thrust niya sa doggy style, napapikit ako. The sensation was intense—yung stretch, yung fullness, at yung skin-to-skin contact na may halong pawis. “Ugh, ugh, ugh!” I moaned, half-real, half-performance, as he moved faster, his hands gripping my hips. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, mixed with Carlo’s groans as I worked him with my mouth. The leather couch creaked under us, at yung amoy ng sweat at sex, lalong lumakas.
“Ang sarap mo, Annika,” sabi ni Mark, his voice hoarse. “Huwag kang mag-alala, hindi pa kami magpapaputok.” They knew the rules—creampie was for after the shoot, para sa mga bosses. But the way they moved, parang hirap na hirap silang magpigil. Carlo pulled away from my mouth, at hinila ako patayo, guiding me to lie down on the couch for missionary. His turn now. He spread my legs, at yung mga mata niya, puno ng lust habang tinititigan yung pink folds ng pussy ko, glistening with arousal.
He entered me slowly, at napasinghap ako. The angle was different, deeper, at yung pawis niya, tumutulo sa dibdib ko. “Ang ganda ng katawan mo,” he murmured, his hands cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples just enough to make me gasp. The rhythm built, faster, harder, at yung tunog ng “ugh, ugh, ugh!” ko, hindi ko na napigilan. My body was trembling, caught between pleasure and the annoyance that this was just another day at work.
After what felt like forever, they stopped, both breathing heavily. “Sige, prep na for the shoot,” sabi ni Mark, wiping sweat from his forehead. I stood up, my legs shaky, my thong still around my ankles. I fixed myself up, pero yung feeling ng arousal, lingering pa rin, sticky between my thighs. I put on my outfit for the shoot—a tight red dress na hapit sa katawan ko, accentuating every curve. The photoshoot went by in a blur, my body still humming from earlier, pero I posed like a pro, all smiles and sultry looks.
Pagkatapos ng shoot, yung tunay na “cool-down” na. Si Direk ang unang lumapit, his eyes gleaming. “Annika, my favorite,” sabi niya, pulling me back to the backroom. Kasama niya si Sir Tony, yung producer, at isa pang higher-up na hindi ko kilala. They didn’t waste time. Direk pushed me gently against the wall, his hands roaming my body, lifting my dress. “Ang ganda ng nipples mo, Annika,” he said, his fingers teasing them through the fabric before pulling the dress off completely.
Sir Tony took over, laying me down on the couch again, this time in missionary. His thrusts were slower, more deliberate, pero yung intensity, sobra. “Ugh, ugh, ugh!” I moaned, my hands gripping the couch as he moved. The sweat on his skin mixed with mine, at yung sensation ng kanyang cock, sliding in and out, was overwhelming. “Ipuputok ko na sa loob, ah,” he grunted, at I felt a pang of annoyance—alam ko naman na yun ang gusto nila, pero yung risk ng pregnancy, laging nasa isip ko. “Huwag ka mag-alala, mag-pills ka na lang,” sabi ni Direk, laughing, like it was no big deal.
When Tony came, yung warmth ng cum filled me, at naramdaman ko yung sticky residue seeping out, coating my inner thighs. Direk was next, flipping me over for doggy style. His thrusts were rougher, more demanding, at yung tunog ng balat laban sa balat, parang echo sa kwarto. “Ang sarap mo talaga,” he growled, his hands squeezing my ass. When he came, mas lalo pang nadagdagan yung mess—yung cum dripping down my legs, staining the couch, at yung dress ko na nakakalat sa sahig, may dumi na rin ng sticky residue.
Pagkatapos, hinintay ko lang matapos yung isa pang higher-up. By the time it was over, my body was a mess—sweat, cum, at yung amoy ng sex clinging to me. I cleaned up as best I could, pero yung feeling ng stickiness, naroon pa rin, lalo na sa loob ng pussy ko. I slipped my dress back on, the fabric clinging to my damp skin, at yung annoyance ko, lumakas na naman. Kailangan ko na talagang mag-pills mamaya, I thought, my mind racing with the risks.
As I boarded the bus home, yung sticky residue was still there, seeping out, soaking into my panties. The bus was crowded, at yung amoy ng pawis at jeepney smoke, parang nagpapalala lang ng nararamdaman ko. I stared out the window, my body still tingling, my mind heavy with resignation. This was the job. Maganda ako, pero ito yung presyo.
A few days later, nandoon na naman ako sa studio. Different day, same deal. This time, yung shoot was for a lingerie brand—high-end daw, pero yung "extra services" were still very much part of the package. I arrived wearing a simple white dress, knowing it wouldn't last long anyway. The studio was bustling—makeup artists, stylists, photographers—lahat sila busy, pero yung ilang lalaki, nakatingin pa rin sa akin with that familiar hunger in their eyes.
"Annika! Halika dito," tawag ni Direk, motioning me to the backroom again. My heart sank a little. I knew what was coming. Inside, tatlong lalaki na naghihintay—si Jake, yung new assistant director, si Ramon, one of the producers, at si Ethan, yung foreign client na galing sa Estados Unidos. Half-Filipino, half-American siya, moreno pero may foreign features, at yung build niya, parang gym rat.
"Beautiful as always, Annika," sabi ni Ethan, his accent thick, his eyes scanning my body like merchandise. I forced a smile. "Thank you," I said softly, already slipping into work mode. Jake wasted no time, coming up behind me, his hands already working on the zipper of my dress. The fabric slid down my shoulders, exposing my black lace bra and matching thong. "Ang ganda ng underwear," he murmured, his breath hot against my neck.
Ramon sat on the couch, already shirtless, his pants unbuckled. "Come here, baby," he said, patting his lap. I walked over, my heels clicking, and straddled him. His hands immediately went to my breasts, squeezing them through the lace, his thumbs circling my nipples until they hardened. "Perfect tits," he muttered, pulling the bra cups down to expose them fully. I gasped as his mouth found one nipple, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.
Ethan positioned himself behind me, his hands sliding down my back, over my ass, pulling my thong to the side. "You're so wet already," he said, his fingers probing my entrance. I bit my lip, trying not to react, pero yung body ko, responding na naman. He pushed two fingers inside, moving them slowly, deliberately, hitting that spot that made my knees weak. "Ugh," I moaned softly, my body betraying me again.
Ramon lifted me slightly, positioning his cock at my entrance. "Ride me," he commanded, and I lowered myself onto him, yung stretch familiar but still intense. I started moving, my hips grinding in slow circles, feeling him deep inside. "Ang sarap mo, Annika," he groaned, his hands gripping my hips, guiding my movements. Behind me, Ethan was still fingering me, his thumb pressing against my other hole, teasing.
"You ready for me too?" Ethan asked, his voice low. I tensed. I knew what he meant. "Masakit yun," I protested weakly, pero he just chuckled. "You'll be fine. Just relax." He withdrew his fingers, replacing them with the tip of his cock, pressing slowly. The pressure was overwhelming, yung pain mixed with the fullness from Ramon. "Relax, Annika," Jake said, now standing in front of me, his cock at eye level. "Open your mouth."
I obeyed, taking him in, my mouth working him as my body adjusted to being filled in two places. The sensation was too much—yung pain, the pleasure, the overwhelming fullness. "Ugh, ugh, ugh!" I moaned around Jake's cock, tears pricking my eyes. They moved in sync, Ramon thrusting up, Ethan pushing deeper, Jake fucking my mouth. The room filled with the sounds of our bodies—slapping skin, groans, my muffled moans.
"Fuck, she's so tight," Ethan grunted, his hands digging into my hips. "I'm gonna come soon." "Me too," Ramon added, his thrusts becoming erratic. Jake pulled out of my mouth, stroking himself. "On your face, Annika," he said, and I tilted my head back just as he came, the warm spurts hitting my cheeks, my lips, dripping down my chin.
Ramon came next, deep inside my pussy, yung warmth spreading through me. Ethan followed, filling my ass, the sensation strange but intense. When they finally pulled out, I collapsed forward onto the couch, my body trembling, covered in sweat and cum. "Good girl," Direk said, appearing from nowhere, smirking. "Clean up. Shoot starts in 30 minutes."
I dragged myself to the bathroom, washing off as best I could, pero yung exhaustion, hindi ko mapigilan. I looked at myself in the mirror—my makeup was ruined, my hair a mess, my body marked with red handprints. This is my life, I thought, fixing my face, putting on the lingerie for the shoot. Maganda ako, pero ganito yung presyo.
After a particularly long day, I found myself back in the studio late at night. The crew had mostly left, pero si Direk called me back. "Special client," he said over the phone. "VIP. He's paying extra." I sighed, knowing I had no choice. When I arrived, the studio was dark except for one room, lit with dim red lights. Inside, a man in his 50s, probably—businessman type, in a suit, with graying hair and a wedding ring that glinted under the light.
"You must be Annika," he said, his voice smooth, confident. "I've heard a lot about you." I nodded, slipping into my role. "What do you want?" I asked, trying to sound sultry despite my exhaustion. He smiled. "Everything. But first, strip. Slowly."
I complied, peeling off my clothes one piece at a time, my movements deliberate, seductive. His eyes never left me, his hand absently stroking the bulge in his pants. When I was naked, he gestured to the bed—a king-sized thing in the middle of the room, covered in silk sheets. "Lie down. Spread your legs."
I did as told, feeling exposed, vulnerable. He approached, still fully clothed, running his hand up my inner thigh. "Beautiful," he murmured, his fingers tracing my landing strip. "I want you to beg for it." I blinked, confused. "Beg?"
"Yes. Beg me to fuck you." His voice was firm, commanding. I swallowed my pride, my voice barely a whisper. "Please... please fuck me." He smiled, unbuckling his belt. "Louder. Convince me."
"Please, I need it. Please fuck me," I said, louder this time, hating myself for it. He finally undressed, his body older but still fit, and positioned himself between my legs. His entry was slow, deliberate, and he watched my face the entire time, drinking in every expression. "Ugh," I moaned, gripping the sheets. "That's it. Good girl," he said, his thrusts steady, controlled.
He flipped me over into doggy style, his hands gripping my ass hard enough to leave marks. "You love this, don't you?" he asked, spanking me. I yelped, the sting sharp. "Yes," I lied, knowing it's what he wanted to hear. "Yes, I love it." He fucked me harder, his pace brutal, and when he finally came, he pulled out, finishing on my back, his cum dripping down my spine.
"Clean yourself up," he said, tossing me a towel. "You were worth every peso." He dressed and left, leaving me alone on the bed, covered in his mess, my body aching. I cleaned up slowly, each movement painful, and dressed in silence. On the way out, Direk handed me an envelope. "Your cut," he said, winking. I took it without looking, stuffing it in my bag. The money was good. But as I walked to the bus stop, the night air cold against my skin, I wondered how much longer I could keep doing this. Maganda ako, I reminded myself. Pero ganito ba talaga dapat?