Evolution

(Story by SampsonWoof)

I really shouldn’t have done it, but I was as close to flat broke as a dawg could get.

Yeah, a year ago I had a pretty sweet job, but it got sent overseas. The payout was crap, so I took whatever I had and moved into a basement in Petaluma. I ended up working two jobs, but the gym membership and the car payments left me with zilch most months. I even bought supplements when I should have been buying food. My physique ran my ego, which was powered by how I looked. It was an expensive cycle.

So, the bastard that promised me five shifts at the nutrition shop cut me back to three. Now what? I scanned Craigslist for…something. Plasma donation, maybe. I dunno. That’s when the ad popped up promising quick cash. I all had to do was pose in front of a camera. I ignored the request for ‘males under thirty.’ I was close to forty five at the time. I’m sure the pervert behind the Canon wouldn’t mind looking at my buff, taut bod.

Truth is, it wasn’t the first time I’d done that. Back in high school, I was in one of those ‘organic cafes’ and found one of those weekly rags that used to be everywhere in the early nineties. The back pages had all sorts of ads for bizarre and barely-legal services. Massage and shit like that. I stuffed that issue into my school bag once I found an ad for a ‘photographer seeking nude models.’ I was on the varsity wrestling team and my heart raced when I phoned the number from a pay phone. Not more than an hour later, I was naked in some dude’s basement. He took about a hundred shots and asked if I wanted a beer afterwards. He sucked me off while I sipped from a lukewarm can. It was my first blowjob from a guy. And my first beer.

My heart raced again as I pulled up to the address the photographer had emailed me. I had already sent him a shot of me and he still agreed to the shoot. I drew in a breath as the door opened. Expecting some fat, cigar-smelling dude about my age, my eyes widened as some shirtless college-age punk swung open the door.

“Get in,” he hissed.

I complied. He shoved the door shut and turned the deadbolt. Darkness enveloped us. Every shade and blind was drawn, keeping the Southern California sun at bay. He was some kind of mutt, like me. Mostly brown with dark patches over his left eye and shoulder. Might have been shep. Maybe a little collie. Hard to tell in the murky foyer.

“Down here,” he mumbled as he descended the stairs.

His setup was impressive. Lights, camera, action kinda deal. I was on a movie set a few years ago and his basement was just as well equipped as far as I was concerned. A bed, unmade, lurked in the corner. Heavy, dark drapes clung from the walls and ceiling.

“Strip.”

I pulled off my shirt and tugged at my shorts.

“Yer parents know you do this?”

He shot me a furious look and snarled. “Fuck off. This is my house.”

I held up my paws and bowed slightly. “Sorry dude. It’s not like I let my dick get photographed alla time.”

He gave me a blank stare as I let my shorts hit the floor.

“Where you want me?”

“On the bed. Ass up facing me.”

I padded over to the bed and hoped he’d laundered the sheets between ‘models.’ I went down on my knees and stuck my rump towards him. Click. Click. He moved around me, adjusting lights and taking shots from a number of angles. I started thinking of dinner. At least I’d be able to afford dinner tonight.

“On yer side, stretched out.”

I rolled onto my left side and stuck a paw up and over my head. Click. Click. More light adjustments. More poses. It went like that for about a half hour. In between, I filled him in on my life and all the shitty things I’d been doing since being laid off.

“Stand against the wall.”

I got to my footpaws and leaned forward against the heavy drape nearest me. He kept shooting.

“What do you do with these pics, anyway?”

He shrugged. “Why do you care?”

“I mean…if you just wanna jack off to my body, you’re more than welcome to.”

Silence. I turned to look. He was glaring back at me with his slick SLR in his paws.

“Maybe later.”

He continued to click away, directing me into more and more poses. I remember crouching down at one point, head down, flexing my back. I think I lost track of time at that point. I came out of the pose slowly and turned to look at my photographer. He was naked, having pulled off his board shorts somewhere along the way.

“I don’t want to jack off,” he replied in a monotone. “Let me suck your dick.”

My cock twitched as I brought a paw to its shaft. “No teeth,” I mumbled.

He got to his knees and began to lick, then suck. I grew hard in his maw and began to hump slowly. He gripped my ass as he went to work. I came quick and he swallowed every drop.

To my puzzlement, he stood and padded over to his workstation. “Paypal okay?”

I shrugged. “I guess.” To my knowledge, Safeway didn’t take Paypal. My stomach grumbled as my dick shrank.

“Get dressed. You know the way out.”

Still puzzled, I did as I was told and was in my hot, stinking car before I knew it. I was home before I had any time to figure out what the hell happened back there. Curious, I logged into Paypal.

A thousand dollars.

My maw agape, I wondered if he’d made some kind of mistake. Supressing every moral fiber in my body, I quickly figured out how to transfer it into my checking account. Even if it was a mistake, his weird demeanor wasn’t what I bargained for.

About a month after the ‘photo session,’ I landed a great marketing position at the gym and soon had that holy grail of any adult: discretionary income. I chuckled as I watched the pics from that day make their way onto my Tumblr feed. At least they were tasteful nudes, I reasoned.

Recently, I asked my boss what made me stand out for the job I got. He immediately blushed and asked if I wanted the truth. I laughed and said I could handle the truth.

He cleared his throat and admitted that the reason he hired me was the cache of nude photos he’d been sent anonymously one day. He’d been impressed with how developed I was. Curious, he replied back to the anonymous sender asking who it was in the photos.

Which led him to me.