It was a typical cold and damp November when I truly became lost, finding my obsession.I first saw her dancing in the rain. It was outside a pub downt...wn and at first, I thought her to be merely just a drunken patron who had wandered out the doors of the public house inadvertently.The more I watched her, the more I couldn't take my eyes off of her - she was hypnotic. I was mesmerized by the rhythm which seemed to control her, fast and slow at the same time. Slightly off tempo and yet somehow. "'Dare: Lightly trace your hands over someone else's lips and whisper "I'm coming, I'm coming," five times.'" She sat there staring at Nadia, contemplating how she was going to accomplish this feat. Great, I complained to myself. Now I got front row seats to watch my sister attempt to seduce Nadia. If it was anything like last time, then I'm going to get another boner between Nadia's cheeks. Nadia and I waited in anticipation, curious about what she would do next. Stephanie then got up, grabbed. This was Katrina. We worked together and always seemed to be flirting, even when it was a little inappropriate. She was wearing a tank top and a plaid mini skirt. As I invited her in, I heard my phone go off. It was my friend whom I’d been texting with earlier. She said I was lucky to be getting some. She asked me if I’d update her on the progress of the night. I figured, why not! This might be fun.Katrina and I had little to hide. We both knew what we wanted, it just hadn’t come to this. Not just any studio, but studios which I knew were for punters who weren’t photogs, but guys looking for ‘business’. Mainly in Soho, but I also found studios advertised which were run by models. They never had spare photos of course, but my real reason for going was so that they would see this perv in his mac, who couldn’t take photos, but just needed photos of bare girls because that’s the way he got all his sex pleasure. I loved being there with the girls looking me up and down, it was.