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 Christine needed the money.  She didn't want to drop out of school because
of a lack of cash.  She wasn't quite sure that she was ready for this but
on the surface, it looked good.  The phone interview went well, the money
seemed fair, and there was no permanent contract.  She could make a video
or two and then quit.  Jen-Sen Web Productions seemed perfect.

   She headed out of the city on the train.  According to the directions,
the place was in a small business complex about one mile from the station.
She had a forty-minute train ride and then a short walk.  She fretted; she
wondered if she would be acceptable.  Frank and Senta Jenkins owned
Jen-Sen, and they would interview her.  They told her to wear what she
would normally wear to class.  She had on plain white socks, jeans, a grey
cable-knit sweater, and the matching lavender bra and panty set she had
gotten just for the interview.  She hoped that it would be okay and all
would go well.

   She arrived at the building at 12:50, ten minutes early.  A receptionist
had her fill out an application and sign a sheet swearing that she was over
eighteen.  She also presented her birth certificate; the receptionist made
a copy and clipped to the application.  Christine took a seat and waited.
At just a few minutes past one, Frank walked into the lobby and greeted
her.

   "Hello," he said, smiling and extending his right hand, "I'm Frank
Jenkins.  Senta is my wife.  Sorry she isn't here; she's off directing a
video.  I'm glad you came Christine.  Let's get on with the interview and
audition.  Come with me, please."

   Christine followed Frank.  He was trim and just starting to grey about
the temples.  He looked to be in his early forties.  He was genial and
polite.  As they walked, Christine noticed some rooms that were obviously
set up as movie studios.

   "Here at Jen-Sen," said Frank, smiling and polite, "we own two
production companies.  'Shameful Spanking' deals with, well, spankings
designed to shame.  'Tormented' deals with some mild bondage, tickling, and
forced orgasms on the girls.  You could be used on either site; the choice
is yours.  We do photo sets, videos for downloads, and DVD's, all for sale
on the web.  You know the fee; it was in the application and it was
discussed on the phone.  We have a limit of four videos per site per girl,
not counting the audition video."

   "What happens if I don't pass the audition?" asked Christine.

   "We destroy the audition video," said Frank.  "If you do pass, we may
decide to post it later as an additional video.  Of course, you'll get paid
for it."

   The pair entered a small room with a desk and some chairs.  Three men
followed.  One had a video camera, one had a still camera, and there was an
older man, bald and fat, in slacks and a dress shirt, who simply sat on one
of the empty chairs.

   "Your Asian?" asked Frank.  "That's good.  We have blondes, brunettes,
redheads, Latinos, and even some black girls in our archives.  But no
Asians.  You will be a nice addition.  Now, you're nineteen, right?  Please
take that chair."

   Christine sat, and noticed the room had a collection of canes, straps,
and paddles.  She shivered a bit.

   "Yes, I'm nineteen," she answered.  "And my father is American; my
mother is Chinese.  So I'm a bit of a mutt."

   The still photographer started shooting, as did the man with the video
cam.  The older fellow just sat and listened.

   "You've been spanked before, I take it," said Frank.  "I want to be
sure. You responded to the advertisement for our spanking site."

   "Yes," said Christine.  "But I haven't been spanked for about, oh, two
years."

   "Please strip to your bra and panties," said Frank.  "You can keep your
socks, if you like.  We have bottled water, tea, and coffee.  Care for a
drink?  And tell us a bit about your spanking experience, such as
positions, implements, and so forth."

   "No, not right now," said Christine, standing up and slowly disrobing
until she was wearing only her lingerie.  Her chair was in the center of
the room.  Both photographers began to move and shoot.

   "I've been spanked OTK, leaning on a wall, leaning on a chair, all
fours, and, what do you call that position where you're just on hands and
feet, bottom in the air?"

   "The lunge position," said the old guy.  "And, by the way, I'm Karl. 
I'll be spanking you today."

   "And implements?" asked Frank.  "Please remain standing so we can get
some good pictures."

   "Hand, straps, paddles, and cane," offered Christine.  "Of course, I
always had the strap or paddle prior to the cane.  It was a warm-up, of
course.  And I've had Ben-Gay smeared on my bottom after a spanking to
prolong the burn."

   "How did you get started?" asked Karl.

   "Well," said Christine, giggling, "there was this older guy in our
neighborhood.  Ever since I was fifteen he kept teasing me about being a
naughty girl, and how he was going to pull down my panties and redden my
bare bottom.  Well, one day he did!  I was so shocked!"

   "And you liked it," added Frank.  "How old were you?  And did it go on?"

   "I was sixteen, and he yanked my bikini down one day," said Christine,
blushing.  "And yeah, I did like it.  It went on for about two years.  Of
course, my folks had separated by then.  They had no idea.  None at all."

   "Okay," said Frank.  The girl seemed to be relaxing as she talked.  This
was a good sign; some girls just seemed to get increasingly nervous.  "Why
don't you get naked, and then you can tell us a bit about your sexual
experience.  For instance, any anal, toys, or masturbation?  Any
girl-girl?"

   "I guess I should have worn a thong today," said Christine, removing her
bra.

   "Panties are fine," said Frank.  "If we decide to use you, we'll tell
you what lingerie to wear as part of the scenario we shoot.  Fair enough?
By the way, that's a pretty set you're wearing."

   Christine nodded.  She tugged of her socks, and then removed the
panties. She shivered a bit because the room was cool.  She stood naked in
front of the two men.  The photo people were working away.

   "I haven't done any Lesbian since high school," Christine volunteered.

   "Did you like it?" asked Karl.

   "Yeah, it was nice.  Most of my sex with guys was pretty normal.  The
only time I ever masturbated was for my spanker.  Sometimes he would watch
me masturbate after a spanking."

   "Toys or anal?  Any sex with your Top after the spanking?" inquired
Karl, his tone serious.

   "Well, sort of," replied a giggling Christine.  "Sometimes he would use
his fingers or a toy on my to make me cum.  And I have had fingers, beads,
and small vibes in my anus.  But never a penis.  I think he just wanted to
embarrass me."

   "Well, Christine," said Frank, smiling, "that's what we do here.  Our
spankings are designed to embarrass and humiliate.  It sells.  Now, Karl
will spank you as part of your audition.  He will probably work up to the
cane.  Now, if at any time you want to stop or feel he is getting out of
line, shout out the word 'red.' That's the safe word.  Karl, you ready?"

   Karl stood up and nodded.

   Christine blushed.  She had a funny feeling she was going to enjoy this
bit of exhibitionism.