From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story:EDWARD'S CHILDREN 17   
      
   By bobandcarole   
      
       Chapter 17 EDDIE IS OFFERED A JOB IN THE PORN BUSINESS   
      
       He asked for my phone number and he called me.  He called himself Harry.   
      
       He explained to me some of the problems he had gathering material.   
   There was no shortage of willing 'players,' as he called them, but some had   
   no camera, some had no computer, some didn't know how to use a camera or a   
   computer.  Most had no idea of the type of shots his paying clients wanted   
   to see, some of the photos they submitted were so badly taken they were   
   unusable and they felt cheated when he didn't pay them for unusable   
   material.  And some needed a live person to speak to.  They wanted the   
   options explained, they had questions, they needed reassurance, they needed   
   their confidence boosted.  Some needed help in arranging the poses, some   
   simply needed access to a dick to include on the photos.  He'd liked the   
   stuff I'd sent him.  It showed a 'natural flair' for knowing what his   
   customers wanted to see.  The job was meeting clients, talking them through   
   the options, offering a venue for the shoot and helping them to maximise   
   their potential.  My pay would come from negotiating a deal with the   
   client. I knew the going rates.  He would pay on receipt of the photos as   
   usual.  I would have to pay the client cash on delivery; I would pay them   
   whatever I could negotiate less than the going rate which is where I made   
   my money.  I wouldn't be ripping them off by taking a cut, because with my   
   help they would be earning better money for better shots.  And, of course   
   I'd have to take out any expenses for hotels, travel etc.  from the money   
   earned.  Was I interested?   
      
       Was I interested?  Let me get this straight: someone's going to pay me   
   to fuck little girls and he wants to know if I'm interested!!  I had to try   
   hard not to sound like I'd just won the lottery.  I told him I could only   
   work at weekends and the occasional pre-arranged mid-week day.  That was OK   
   with him.  To help me better understand the type of stuff he wanted, he   
   gave me members' access to his site, and also access to a part of his site   
   where he stored, what he described as, 'unusable material' which was mainly   
   badly taken or badly posed photos.   
      
       I put the phone down and literally bounced around the room.  What a job!   
   What an opportunity!  He didn't know it, but I would have paid him for the   
   job!  I poured myself a large scotch and sat gazing at the wall with a grin   
   on my face.  I kept shaking my head I disbelief.  By the time I'd finished   
   my drink I'd convinced myself it was too good to be true.   
      
       A couple of hours later, I checked my email.  There was one from Harry   
   giving me the passwords for access to his site.  I looked at the stuff he   
   had on there and it was good, but the stuff I'd sent him was as good as the   
   best he had.  Most of the photos were from some stupid kid with a cell   
   phone who'd shoved it between her legs to photograph her hymen.  The   
   chances of getting a decent photo holding a cell phone at arm's length with   
   one hand while using the other to try and keep your pussy lips open is   
   slim. And, using a cell phone reduces the chance of success.  I looked in   
   his private section of unusable photos and, as he said, most of them were   
   difficult to define, poor detail, poor orientation.  A lot of them weren't   
   virgins who had sent in a photo of their cunt saying they were virgin   
   cunts.   
      
       On the Thursday I got an email with a cell phone number of a girl called   
   Mary.  I called her.   
      
       "Hi Mary, my name is Eddie, I work for hymen.com, you contacted us about   
   doing some photos." There was silence.  "Hello Mary, are you there?" I   
   asked.  "Yes, sorry, it was a while back.  I was just taken by surprise at   
   your call," she replied.  She sounded like she was in her early 20's.  "Is   
   it convenient to talk, would you prefer that I called you back?" I asked.   
   "No, no it's fine," she replied.  "Can you tell me what you're able to   
   offer and what you hope to get?" I asked.  "I'm not sure.  I saw this   
   magazine advertising money for pictures of the hymen so I wrote asking for   
   details.  I have a cell phone which has a camera but I don't have a   
   computer or email and I don't know how to use email," she replied.  "OK   
   Mary, this is how it works.  We pay for pictures of the hymen which are   
   then published on a web site which people pay to look at.  You can take the   
   photos yourself and send them to the web site over the internet and they   
   will send you a money order for them.  To do that, as you know, you need a   
   computer and you need to know how to use it or get someone who does.  I can   
   also tell you that our company will not pay for poor quality photos and   
   most girls doing their own thing with their cell phones mess it up and get   
   nothing.  For a good quality clear shot of the hymen and nothing else, we   
   will pay you £100.  If I take the shots and can take several shots in   
   different poses, we can sometimes squeeze it up to £200.  If I take the   
   shots I pay you cash on delivery so you don't have to wait for the money.   
   That's the deal if you take the shots yourself.  If I take them you'll get   
   the same money or more because I take better shots.  You may be thinking   
   that £100 isn't a lot of money for a photograph of your hymen.  The reason   
   is because, like I said, every girl with a cell phone is shoving it between   
   her legs for a quick and anonymous £100.  That's the basics of it.  After   
   that there's other stuff we'll pay for and we could get up to a thousand or   
   more; depends on what you've got and how far you want to go.  So what have   
   you got, is it your hymen or is it someone else's?" I asked.  "It's my   
   daughter," she replied.  "And how old is your daughter, Mary?" I asked   
   "She's five," she replied.  "So what do you want to do?" I asked.  "What   
   did you mean by several shots in different poses?" she asked.  "I mean a   
   shot in her panties, a shot taking her panties off, a shot of her pussy, a   
   shot of her sitting with her legs crossed, a shot with her bent over   
   showing her bottom, a shot with her laying back pulling her legs over her   
   head posing her front and back bottom.  Or a close-up shot her holding her   
   pussy lips open and displaying the inside of her pussy and her hymen.  As   
   well as the same shot from different directions in different poses.  Is   
   that clear?" I asked.  "Yes," she replied, "That'll be OK." "OK where are   
   you?  How do we meet?" I asked.  "I'm in Glasgow.  I could give you an   
   address to meet at," she replied.  "That's fine Mary, but Glasgow is a long   
   way for me to come and the cost of travel and hotel makes it hardly worth   
   my while.  Would you consider doing some other stuff to make it more   
   lucrative for both of us?" I asked.  "Other stuff like what?" she asked.   
      
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