Feral Passions

Hello there! Welcome to my very first erotic story! This was initially posted on rough_neck_9_1's picture chain thread, but at hanyou007's advice, I've moved it here, and written the sequel she asked for! And who knows? There may even be more! (If properly encouraged (Meaning like, ONE post saying good jeorb (Don't judge me)))

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*Yay Dmitrys!*

Heres the first part. A little rough around the edges but "It grips you by the balls and doesn't let go!"*

WARNINGS

Amy had no idea what she was doing. Well, besides letting her friends boss her around, she was pretty clearly doing that. The petite girl with the blond pixie cut and small but perky breasts stood near the wall of the studio, just keeping out of the way of the larger men that bustled to and fro. She found the hustling and general feel of urgency to be odd, but then again she'd never been involved with anything like this before. Still, she'd imagined more of a relaxed atmosphere for a porno shoot. At least, she was pretty sure that's what it was, but the large studio set seemed to have everything you would expect a professional place to have. Maybe more. Even if she new next to nothing about photography, she could tell that everything here was very expensive. But that ignorance brought her train of thought back to the station.

What the hell am I doing here? She scrunched up her face in thought in a way that would be cute, if anyone could be bothered to look at her. That was another thing! She was modest enough to know she wasn't a bombshell, but usually her cuteness warranted a bit more than a passing glance. She tried not to be stuck-up about it, but seriously, were they all gay? She was used to being small, but had never felt so completely invisible. She scanned the room again. The star of the show, so to speak, wasn't here yet, or was in a dressing room or something. Maybe she's some spoiled bitch and everyone is afraid of her. Amy thought. That could even be worse. What if she asked Amy to get her a drink or something? She didn't even know where the food was. That was one thing she did know. Crews like this are always provided food, and finding it would give her something to do.

Just as she set off on her mission, a loud bang sounded from the other side of the studio. Everyone's heads craned to the dressing room door. In the archway stood the most shocking woman Amy had ever seen. Tall, dark, and gorgeous, she leaned seductively against the doorway. Her shock of pure-white hair produced a blinding contrast against her caramel colored skin. She was clothed in what appeared to be animal skins turned into a makeshift halter top and loincloth. She even had a massive knife hanging from her belt, completing the jung