I'm a laid-back girl when not in a match, an athlete who's fun to train with behind the net, and a slim, striking engine for my team.

My name is Heather, and I was the No. 27 ranked player in the state as a high school student for the Dewy High School Randys in 2022.

At five feet six inches, I'm currently the opposite hitter for the East Flora College volleyball team and on a mission to prove that the Palm Stars are the dominant players in the region.

As a twenty-year-old Chemistry Major at East Flora, it's clear that I bring value to my school when I'm given the ...

I'm a laid-back girl when not in a match, an athlete who's fun to train with behind the net, and a slim, striking engine for my team.

My name is Heather, and I was the No. 27 ranked player in the state as a high school student for the Dewy High School Randys in 2022.

At five feet six inches, I'm currently the opposite hitter for the East Flora College volleyball team and on a mission to prove that the Palm Stars are the dominant players in the region.

As a twenty-year-old Chemistry Major at East Flora, it's clear that I bring value to my school when I'm given the ball on the court and consistently raise the digits on the scoreboard. I have over 200 points to my name this season, but I make sure that I don't let it go to my head.

As a sophomore currently ranked No. 12 in the state for wins, my head coach, Lacy Seathru, believes I've been a godsend.

Mrs. Seathru thinks I'm a talented young woman. She says I've been amazing the whole season, playing hard and understanding how to hustle, finally making East Flora a significant competitor in College volleyball. In our Sports Newsletter, she told a reporter, "Sophia's commanding our team this year with major wins. She hits the ball quickly and knows how to get the job done."

I started playing Volleyball in the seventh grade. I continued through high school but never saw myself competing seriously until I joined the Palm Stars when I started college.

Once I played for a year as a freshman, my enthusiasm for the sport exploded. I liked working in unison with my teammates to ensure we scored, and this increased my aggressive behavior during our matches. It motivated me to strike rapidly from our side to make sure our opponents couldn't win.

I love Volleyball so much, but I may not be able to continue playing for our team because it's difficult to keep up with my game dates, school schedule, and a job as an intern at a small chemical laboratory. I have a scholarship to attend East Flora, but it's not covering the full cost of my tuition.

I decided to answer an ad to be a bikini model for a company called BIKINI-POPS.COM to help pay for student loans I acquired for my schooling.

When I accepted the job, I was told that it would be a traditional modeling gig but that I would be paid extra if I gave consent to be filmed in a more candid manner. I had my loans on my mind when taking the opportunity, so being paid more for some potentially inappropriate pictures didn't really phase me at the moment.

Looking back, I can't believe what I did. Hopefully, anyone I know will never see my conduct in front of the cameraman that day. I'm really embarrassed by my actions, and even though I helped pay down my debt, I regret making the decisions that I made given the digital footprint it left behind.

Life is a series of experiences based on your choices, and the more you make, the smarter you become. My guilt recedes when I explain to myself that with age comes wisdom. "You're only twenty, Heather. You are only twenty."

His name was Frank. He was in his mid-forties and had an average build. The man was the photographer from BIKINI-POPS.COM , who would be working with me for the photo shoot that I signed up for. I arrived at the house that he had rented for the day wearing my volleyball uniform, having just finished a set on the court with my teammates.

After completing some modeling paperwork, he handed me a pink sports cap, a skimpy evergreen micro bikini, a pair of black skater shoes, and some socks that had FUCK written on them in rainbow colors with a smiley face emoji pattern from top to bottom.

"You can change down the hall. When you're done, I have some makeup for you," he said.

I grabbed the items and headed toward the bathroom while looking at the socks and thought to myself FUCK socks? Seriously? Did I really sign up for this? The answer was a resounding yes deep in the back of my mind that echoed within my head.

I peeled off my uniform and began to put on the outfit that Frank gave me. I had worn skimpy bathing suits before, but this two-piece thong set was more similar to a floss kit than beach wear. Thank God I shaved myself bare the day before because the bottoms probably wouldn't even contain a landing strip. When he gave me the cap, he told me to wear it backward. When I did and looked at myself in the mirror, I looked like a punk rock girl. The small gothic cross tattoo on my upper back added to the effect. Especially since I dyed my hair blonde at my dorm last weekend.

Frank tapped on the door and asked if I was done changing. I explained that I was, and he slid a makeup kit to me.

"If you would be so kind, please doll yourself up. Go big with the eye shadow and lipstick. Those shades will really help the photos pop."

"Ehhh, Okay.", I said as I took the kit through the crack in the door.

"I usually never wear makeup unless it's for a formal gathering like at church or some type of formal function for my job. After I applied what he gave me the way I was directed to, again, I looked at myself in the mirror. Now I looked like a punk rock whore. Looking at my reflection, I questioned myself, What are you doing? Are you crazy? A concerned face in the mirror eventually morphed into a smile, and then I began to giggle. "Heather, what did you get yourself into?" I said to myself.

I had to laugh. I looked silly, had never done anything like this, and was being paid to do it. You are only in college once spun between my ears.

I finished touching up my lipstick, opened the door, and made my way down the hall to see Frank gathering his camera equipment in his backpack. He glanced up at me and looked amused and satisfied.

"Wow, you look a lot different than when you first got here. Are you ready to start?" he said.

I nodded and he explained how there was some undeveloped land across the street that would make a good place to film. I put on my shoes, tied them up, and he opened the front door allowing me to go first. All right, Sophia. Let's do this . There was no turning back now.

It was an excellent place to take pictures because it was a beautiful outdoor site that was relatively private, which calmed my nerves. We walked through an open field, and Frank began to slow his pace so that he could take some shots of me as I walked ahead of him. Like I said before, there wasn't much to the bikini that I was wearing. My buttocks were completely exposed as he snapped pics of me from behind.

I had sexted with my boyfriend James in the past. Nothing crazy, usually pics of me in my underwear. But this was definitely different since I knew these images would be made public. It was hard for me to admit, but even though it made me feel vulnerable, it also made me feel sexy.

All of a sudden, I felt the need to urinate. I told Frank and was caught off guard when he asked if he could take pictures of me while I went.

"Hell no! No way!" I said as I ran behind a set of bushes, quickly squatted down, and looked both ways to make sure nobody was around.

I slid the green bikini bottoms to the side, and it didn't take long before a slow drip became a steady stream flowing from between my legs. I couldn't believe he asked to film me doing this. However, I remember being told when accepting this work that if I was willing to be unreserved during the shoot, I would be paid extra. The thought stuck in my head as the last drips dropped, and I finished before Frank caught up to where I was.

"I hope that I didn't offend you. Those are just the type of pictures that BIKINI-POPS.COM wants.

"I understand. You're only doing your job. I'm not upset. I've just never done anything like that before.", I uttered.

Frank walked in front of me and said to follow him, and so I did. He entered into a small forest area, and as I was about to turn the corner, I realized that I still needed to pee a bit more. Normally I don't go this much but I guess what I was doing was making me a little anxious. At first I was going to relieve myself before catching up with him, but instead I held it so that I could ask him a question.

"So, how much extra do I get paid for the candids? Like if I let you take pictures of me peeing and stuff?" I asked curiously.

"Double," he announced.

After a brief confirmation to myself that I really wanted to take it this far, I said nervously," Okay, then, get your camera ready."

I walked before him, leaned down, opened my legs, and took a deep breath before sliding the micro bikini I was wearing to the side again. Frank framed his lens directly down below as I began to release. I went more than I did before. He asked if he could get closer to get a better shot, and I gave him my consent and a warm smile as he zoomed in between my thighs and then panned backward to frame my entire body. There's a first time for everything.

I finished and thought of how small a deal that was once it was over. He filmed me pee. So What? When I first decided to do this job, I was hesitant to do anything risqué, but after this exposure, I became more comfortable in front of the camera.

This spontaneous experience inspired Frank to thank me for opening up and allowing him to capture such an uninhibited moment. He then said he was going to look for an area to set up close by under the trees where he could take more photos of me in the scantly clad green bikini I was wearing.

The modeling job became easier as I became confident working with Frank and, thus, less nervous about what I was doing that day. Having more trust in him now loosened me up and made me relax. If I hadn't felt this way, I probably wouldn't have done what he wanted me to do next.

As I approached the site that he had chosen, I noticed a beach towel had been laid out, and to each side laid two stuffed snakes, one yellow and the other red. I looked both ways again to make sure nobody could see us, even though the palmetto bushes were quite thick and would most likely block anyone's view. I was being cautious because within the ten minutes it took to get where we were, I had seen a person on a walk. I noticed Frank snapping some pics of me standing before the towel.

"Heather, why don't you sit down and get comfortable while I set up my tripod. I'd like to get some shots of you lying between the two snakes.", he instructed.

"Okay, sure.", I replied.

As I made myself comfortable, I scanned the foliage surrounding us. It created a sense of peace and calm, and the bugs were at a minimum since the weather was unseasonably cool and dry.

I parted my legs, resting pleasantly on the flat ground. The towel was thick and comfy. The sound of Frank's camera snapping more pictures notified me that he had begun collecting more candids, now from his tripod.

"I'm open to these forthright shots, Frank, but please just don't take them without my permission. Give me a heads-up when you want to film something. I'm still undecided about what I'm willing to let you capture."

"I understand. I totally respect that," he said genuinely.

"So now that we're on the same page, what's next?" I asked.

"This is what I have in mind. First, a couple of full-body framed set-up pics with you on the towel admiring the natural setting. Then, I'd like you to grab the round lollipop next to the red snake. You're going to taste it, but before you do that, I'd like you to remove your bikini bottoms," he disclosed.

I didn't really have a problem with the first part of his request. A little creepy, the whole would you like some candy girl vibe. But the second part?

"I don't know Frank. The lollipop is fine, but I'm not sure I feel comfortable licking it without the bottom half of my bikini on.", I said timidly.

"I see where you're coming from, Heather. This is your first time modeling and nudity is involved. I'm sure you have some butterflies in your stomach. But if you think about it, you have already exposed yourself in front of my lens once. It's not like you haven't done it already," he pointed out.

I reflected on what he said, and it partially made sense. I had shown him my body below once, but that was briefly with the bikini pulled to the side. It wasn't a permanent up-front view.

"I suppose what you mentioned is true. But this isn't just a flash. You're requesting a complete, unguarded display.", I said and then continued, unsure if I was making a mistake, "You've been extremely professional all day and have made me feel safe, so I'll do it. But please realize I've never let anyone see me this way in broad daylight, not even my boyfriend. I've only been intimate next to him like this in a dark bedroom."

Frank nodded humbly. I smiled for him, sending out positive energy before I conceded to his bidding. I wasn't necessarily proud or happy but was focused on my responsibilities as a model. I reached my right side and pulled the string that fastened my bottoms. I repeated this movement toward my left. Each set of strings fell quickly, and then I grabbed the ones that held the front up and pulled them forward away from my navel, unveiling myself to him.

Even a seasoned candid photographer like Frank needed to take a moment to appreciate the view before him.

"You're really beautiful," he said, staring briefly between my legs. Then he quickly raised his camera and asked if I could begin using the candy to my side.

Under his guidance, I glanced to my left and noticed two lollipops. One was rainbow-colored, swirly, and about six inches long. The other was blue and purple, with a golf ball-sized tip on the end.

"Which one?" I asked.

"Let's start with the round one", he replied.

I picked it up and began to lick, taste and suck on it while smiling for him in front of his lens. He asked me to pop my left cheek out with it and then my right. I was fully aware of the oral innuendos that he wanted to film and went with it. I took my time working the piece of candy with my mouth and pulled on its end with my lips for good measure. I've given oral sex to James many times and felt confident that I was creating some good photos for Frank. I continued until he told me what he wanted to film next.

"Heather, you're doing great. I'm getting excellent shots. What I'd like you to do might sound a little crazy, but if you are willing to do it, I'm positive that BIKINI-POPS.COM would increase today's rate more than double.", Frank explained.

Knowing that whatever he was going to ask, I most likely would say no to it, because it was completely far too inappropriate, I decided to hear him out. The interest on my loans wasn't fixed, and rates had recently increased. I was between a rock and a hard place.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I'd like you to insert it and then taste it.", he said.

"What do you mean by inserting it? I mean, where else could it go than my mouth?" I asked, confused.

Frank looked at me and, with an eye jester, hinted down below.

"Oh my God. Are you serious? You're right. I think that is a little too crazy!" I snapped back.

"It's fine if you're not comfortable doing it. I have other poses for you that we can capture. I just know bills can be stressful, and I wanted to let you know the opportunity is there," he replied.

His request settled in. My debt sucks, and it's completely on me to take care of it. But I do have morals. This is changing from a candid modeling gig to a full-on porno shoot. Have I already gone too far? Does it even matter at this point? I mean, he filmed me urinating and then fellating a lollipop with no bottoms on. What's the difference now if I put it in my vagina and lick it? He's offering me more than double the rate for the day...

With my desire to continue my love of playing college volleyball unhindered, I took a moment and looked downward. I then glanced at Frank. He could tell what I was about to do.

Licking the pop to ensure it was moist enough to slide into me smoothly, I pulled it from between my lips. Then I brought it down between my thighs before pushing into the smooth bald area between my legs.

Frank's camera snapped away like an automatic rifle. While I continued, he directed me to not only taste it but lick and suck on the piece of candy like I had done previously. Its sweet flavor had become partially bitter and salty, being coated with my private area's aftertaste.

After a few minutes of re-insertion, coupled with the continued oral task at hand, Frank explained that he wanted to wrap up the day. However, he mentioned he still had one last set of pictures he wanted to take and didn't waste any time declaring what they would be of.

"My backside? You mean like my bottom?" I asked with disgust.

"That's correct, Heather. I'd like for you to use the long straight lollipop. Push it in and out slowly for me while I take the last set, and then we can finish up and head back to the house," he replied.

In hindsight, I see how he slowly prepared me to listen to him ask this of me without being slapped in the face. Also, I can't deny not being as offended as I would have been if he had requested this when we first started taking pictures.

"Where exactly do these photos go?" I asked.

"Only to the subscribers of BIKINI-POPS.COM .", he said.

"They're not administered for free or used for mass marketing?" I questioned.

"Advertisements may be created, but they will remain on an email list for current subscriptions. If you want, the employees who run the website can block the content in certain areas, including an entire state." Frank noted.

Regardless of what he had mentioned about the subscription service, I knew once something like this was online, it was out there forever. But something clicked in me, and I just went for it. Call it a little naive or maybe some hasty judgment, but I just wanted to be done for the day so I could spend some time with James. The request seemed fairly benign in conjunction with all the other pictures Frank had gathered.

"How would you like me to pose while I do it?" I asked.

Frank was surprised, it seemed. It was as if he felt I wasn't going to agree, but when I did, his eyes lit up. Knowing the kinky photos he was about to make, passion and energy shined from his soul.

"Uhhhh, yeah right, ummm, on your back, Heather. Lay on your back with your legs raised, but your knees bent so that the soles of your shoes face the camera.", he said excitedly.

I slipped forward a bit on the towel so that my body would fit comfortably and lay backward. Raising my feet, I wiggled a bit and pulled my legs apart. Grabbing the other lollipop with my left hand, I started to lick it and even spit a little on it so that it would slide right into where Frank wanted it to go.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

Frank nodded, and after coating the candy thoroughly with my saliva, I lowered it down to my anus. You've let James use this hole on his birthday that one time. It's just a piece of candy. You're almost done for the day .

I slowly pushed the swirly pop into my bum. When I did so, I smiled into Frank's camera lens. He had a bulge forming in his jeans. As perverted as the whole scene unfolded, I realized that all of the tension that I had built up today would be released on my boyfriend later tonight.

"Can you push it in a little further, please, Heather? Stop and slowly pull it all the way out?" Frank requested.

Following his commands, I was happy that I had spit on the lollipop before insertion. It wasn't that wide, but it was very sticky, so I needed to move it in and out slowly as it entered and exited such a sensitive area.

My sphincter was becoming a little irritated, and so I asked Frank, "Are we done yet? It's starting to burn down there."

He then asked the question that I hoped he wouldn't, but most likely would.

"Just taste it, and we're all finished.", he replied.

I didn't question. I didn't complain. I didn't resist. I stalled for a minute and then just did it. Being such an ordinary, good girl who worked hard and never really walked on the wild side, I decided to go the whole other way. Even though this job that I had taken to help pay off my debt had evolved into a debauched session of pornography, I wanted to do a great job for Frank and give him the photos that would make BIKINI-POPS.COM proud to have him as one of their staff photographers. And so I did.

I pushed the candy deep between my cheeks and then gradually worked it back out until it popped from my rectum. I then took it to my mouth and slowly licked up and down each side before putting it entirely between my lips and sucking on it thoroughly, as if it just had come straight out of the wrapper. Surprisingly, the act hadn't changed the flavor.

Frank took the final pictures, then we collected the items used for the day, and we both made our way back to the house. As I walked next to him, my butthole itched as he mentioned how good the photos he got were and that he was thrilled to start editing.

"You know, Heather, I'm sure I could offer you more work if you're interested," Frank said before arriving at the front door.

I reflected on his offer but decided to decline. I felt this would be best as a one-time experience. I was happy to push my boundaries this way, but my involvement as a bikini/fetish model didn't fit my traditional personality.

"Thanks, but no thanks, Frank. I enjoyed working with you, but I don't feel this type of thing is what I want to pursue.", I explained.

"Understood," He replied with approval. "This work definitely isn't for everyone." he continued.

After changing, I took a brief shower, got paid by Frank, and then went to meet up with James. I knew he would want to know what I was up to all day. I decided to fib and explained I was out at the mall with some of my girlfriends looking for some new Volleyball ball apparel. I'm sure he would be upset if he knew the truth—I didn't even want to admit to myself the debauched events that occurred that afternoon.

We were lying on the couch watching a movie. It had been eight months since my brief stint as a bikini model.

The film ended, and I began to search for something else to stream. James and I both had the day free from school and work and were spending some alone time together.

Our relationship had evolved significantly, and we were halfway through completing our college studies. With my student loans almost completely paid off now, soon I'll have more time and energy to focus on becoming a better volleyball player.

Mrs. Seathru mentioned that some calls have come to her office regarding professional endorsements. "Don't make any decisions just yet, Sophia. The best offers will come when you're closer to graduation," she explained.

It makes me feel good that I set goals to take control of my finances. However, I am ashamed of how I did it. I still cross my fingers every day, hoping that the scenes I created with Frank will just blend into all of the other smut online these days and eventually not be easily found.

I did review BIKINI-POPS.COM recently, and sure enough, my pictures were there. I have since dyed my hair back to brunette, and that, in conjunction with all the makeup I wore that afternoon, somewhat helps conceal my disgraceful performance. Thank God they changed my name to Sophia Sweet on the website's weekly update, and Geo blocked it from our area.

"What would you like to watch, James?" I asked, clicking through all of the different options we had available on his new smart TV.

"Whatever, I'm just glad we have some free time together," he replied. "I'm certainly sure what I'd like to do on my upcoming birthday, though," he continued grinning.

I blushed. "Shut up! You'll be lucky to even see my butt again if you keep up that smart-aleck attitude.", I steamed.

Just then, James' roommate Roy entered the room, returning from an out-of-state trip to visit his family. He had a smirk on his face, and I could tell something was up when he kept glancing at me as he joined us on the other side of the couch. I kept looking for something to watch using the remote control, and James got up.

"Hey Roy, what's up? How did your trip go?" James asked as he walked toward the kitchen.

"Fine. Everyone is doing great back home." Roy replied in a monotone voice while gawking at me.

"Right on. I'm going to grab some snacks. You want anything, babe?" James enquired.

"If any of those Push Pops are left, please bring me one." I said.

"Those are all gone, but we still have some ring pops. How about one of those?" he asked. Roy started to laugh to himself a bit.

"What's so funny?" I blurted out, knowing something wasn't right.

"Nothing, Heather, nothing at all," Roy said as he contained his chuckle and got up to join James in the kitchen.

Roy is such an asshole . Now left alone, I decided to pick something myself that I wanted to watch. And then it hit me. Push Pop? Ring Pop? Oh my gosh, he knows!

I hoped that I was wrong, but I knew Roy loved watching porn because I saw him one time when I forgot my backpack and had to return to James apartment. He fucking Knows! Fuck!

My skin went cold. If Roy had seen me on BIKINI-POPS.COM , it wouldn't be long before the whole school had. I tried to keep my composure when they both entered the room, but the worst thoughts raced through my mind.

James sat down, turned, and looked me straight in the eyes as Roy continued past the couch to his bedroom while laughing.

"Tasty Treats? Are you fucking kidding me, Heather?" James yelled furiously. The secret was out.

Humiliation filled my heart as I began to sob remorseful tears down onto the white couch before I cried, “James, please! "I can explain!"