True to her word, Zamora sent me two videos later that day.  The first video was of me, wearing the tank top and doing my stretches, the neon fabric tugging and pulling on all of my curves.  I knew that my Japanese clients would definitely approve of it.

The second video was far too spicy to ever upload on any social media channel.  Once I hiked up the tank top and started exploring with my fingers, I realized that I had, indeed, made my own porno film, of sorts.  And knowing that it was me there on the video, showing off myself in every detail, as I expertly fingered myself to orgasm, was incredibly hot.

I watched it over and over again in between classes until I had rubbed myself almost raw.  Just hearing the little sounds that Zamora made as I pleasured myself onscreen was all it took to send me into another round of delight.  

It was at that point that I began wondering exactly how much real porn actresses make.  But I immediately had to put down that idea.  So far, my parents hadn't found out about my clothes modeling, but they would definitely kill me if I ever did something as crazy as become a porn actress.  That, plus I really wanted to get my degree.

I wasn't the only one who was enjoying the second video.  Zamora sent me several spicy messages, letting me know she was watching it and thinking of me.  Which made me smile as I thought of that beautiful, innocent girl being seduced by my naughtiness!

The public video took off really quickly, and it wasn't long before it had garnered over 100,000 views and tens of thousands of likes and shares.  All kinds of people were now leaving comments on my video, including girls who were gushing over how pretty I was to guys saying crude things about all the stuff they wanted to do to me.

The fame and the excitement of all those people watching my videos was a lot of fun, especially because no one on campus had any idea who I was.  I had moved on from the overalls and T-shirt after it started raining one day, and I realized that my old yellow raincoat was the perfect disguise.  Hanging all the way down to my knees and paired with ugly green rubber boots, I could safely wear the raincoat anywhere on campus without anyone ever figuring out that I was completely naked underneath.

The offers from the clothing companies continued to come in, everything ranging from lingerie to Western wear to diving suits.  Zamora and I had a lot of fun, picking and choosing which ones we thought might make for good videos.  And then, one day, we got an email from a major brand.  They were offering to pay me five thousand dollars for a video, but only if I could find a male model to work with me, as they had several outfits for guys that they wanted to feature.

"You're doing so good, Lucy.  You don't need any guy getting in the way," said Zamora as we discussed the offer.

"I agree, Zamora.  But five thousand dollars is a lot of money.  Maybe we can get David to shoot the film with me," I said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.  

"Well, it is a major brand.  And I do agree that David would probably look good wearing their outfits.  But I don't want to get anything between us, especially not those private shoots afterwards," said Zamora.

"I tell you what," I said, a naughty grin on my face.  "Let's try doing a shoot with David to see how it goes.  But once it's over, I'll be sure to give you a little private show, with just us two. What do you say?"

"That might be all right," said Zamora.

And that is how David got involved with all the craziness that happened.