Exposure
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Fantasy
“Theresa” ID251965699 by Hank Schiffman, licensed from Shutterstock.com
IT HAD GOTTEN so that I looked forward to every fourth Friday as much as for any day on the calendar. That was the night that I went to Christine’s house and sat on the couch with her, just holding her bare tummy in my hand. She confessed that she didn’t really need that any longer since the pill was helping to reduce her cramping, but we both liked it so much that I tried to never miss our special evening together.
“Has anything special happened this week while I was gone?” I asked.
“As if you didn’t know. The studio is full of costumes. We’ve all been called upon to model tomorrow. I’ve been sitting in the library with Miss Ludwig trying to match Judy’s costumes from the past ten years with possible plays, musicals, dances, or movies they could have been used in.”
“Ten years? She can’t possibly be going back that far, can she?”
“Not quite, but she even has one costume she convinced Kat to model. Kat is thrilled.”
“It’s really a big deal for her, isn’t it?”
“She’s going to St. Louis in two weeks to interview and needs her portfolio ready,” Chris giggled. “Oh, and we had visitors from Chicago on Wednesday. Anna handled most of the interaction, but your supplier from Chicago, Levi Levinson, came to tour the gallery and studio. He had three other men with him, but they declined to be introduced. Everyone was in the studio anyway, so we each got a chance to talk about what our experience had meant to us. We got to talk about our own photos in the gallery and what it was like to work with you. I have no idea who those other guys were, but one of them handed Anna a wad of hundred-dollar bills and told her to work it into her accounting a little at a time.”
“Holy shit! He must have been one of my patrons, but putting a wad of hundred-dollar bills in Anna’s hand was a little uncalled for.”
“Oh, don’t worry. He didn’t put it in her hand. He stuffed it in her bra.”
“What?” I practically screamed it and looked over my shoulder to see if Chris’s parents were coming to investigate.
“I’m kidding. She locked it in the file cabinet and said she’d discuss it with you.”
“I’m sure she has some ideas,” I sighed.
“I think you are going to sell some very expensive prints,” Chris giggled. She was pleased to have gotten me so thoroughly.
Saturday was definitely Judy’s day. She didn’t really need photos of every one of her and Janice’s costumes, but it wasn’t a bad idea either. We had a regular production line and as soon as I finished a roll of film, I’d set it up in developer and one of the girls would take it to the darkroom to agitate for eight minutes and then rinse. Each time we took a break, I went in and printed a proof sheet. If she needed her portfolio within two weeks, I needed to make sure we had selections made as quickly as possible.
Everyone was so exhausted by the time we finished that they begged off doing anything in the evening, so I decided to just stay in the darkroom and print more pictures.
With Judy.
She was so excited about seeing her collection come together that she didn’t want to leave. She helped with moving the prints from fixative to rinse when that time came. I turned around to ask her a question and found her completely naked in the red light. It was a nice vision.
“I’ve heard that some people consider the darkroom to not be part of the studio,” she whispered as she reached for me and started pulling my clothes off. “And I didn’t model today, so I’m not a model now.” My shirt was off and she was working on my belt and zipper. I couldn’t help because my hands were full of her boobs. “So, if your naked body happened to slip and fall right into my naked body, we wouldn’t be breaking any rules while you pump my pussy full with your cock.”
I couldn’t find a flaw with her reasoning. I still had to move things from one developer tray to another, but I quickly discovered that I could do that while still pumping Judy’s pussy from behind. It worked so well that we did it three times. When I wasn’t moving paper from tray to tray, I had my hands filled with her tits or her clit. Judy considered it a suitable climax to her day.
Patricia needed a little extra loving care the next week. I gave her almost daily massages to relieve her back pain. Miss Ludwig to the rescue again. She just happened to have a new book she got from Sweden on massage during pregnancy. It was written in English, interspersed with Swedish terms, but there were a lot of diagrams that showed how to relieve back strain while the mother was lying on her side. It also emphasized the importance of massaging the legs.
The big thing, though, was that Thursday was her first anniversary with Tony. I supported her, but stayed out of the way after she spread a blanket at Tony’s grave and sat there to talk to him about their coming child. I stayed back at the bus, but I put the 105mm lens on the Nikon and carefully steadied myself as I shot pictures of her. They might not be prize-winning photos, but one day, she’d want to show those pictures to Little Tony, just like the photos of her pregnancy.
“A month from now and I’ll be free!” Christine said beside me as we crossed the Mississippi into Dubuque to head north for our summer camping trip together. She sounded so gleeful that I had to wonder what she was going to be free of. Me? She was sitting close to me with the gearshift between her legs. She was wearing short shorts and when I wasn’t actively shifting, my hand was on her bare leg. I loved touching her skin.
“Um… What will you be free of?” I finally asked.
“All the expectations and preconceived notions of what a girl in Tenbrook will be like,” she said. “I’m moving down to Peoria August first. Student housing opens even though classes don’t start until the middle of the month. I won’t know a single soul there and it is so exciting. Can Chris Evans survive without all the expectations and support structure a small town girl is used to? Will she be disciplined enough to chart her own life? Will she fall to the wiles of a big city lothario? Oh, wait. She’s already done that!” she giggled and I had to smile at her declarations.
“Has everything been so bad in Tenbrook?” I asked.
“No! I’ve had a good life and excellent upbringing. I have a wonderful boyfriend and an incredibly beautiful and tasty girlfriend. When they’re mixed together, they’re really tasty! I got a good education and have a lot of friends. That’s not what it’s about at all.”
“Tell me, honey. Why are you so excited about being ‘free,’ as you say?”
“That’s what I want to find out,” she said. I shifted gears as we headed north out of Dubuque and ran my fingers up the inside of her leg, causing her to involuntarily thrust her hips forward. “I don’t know who I really am. I’ve never really taken the time or effort to find out. I’ve just been a good girl—most of the time—and I’ve done what I’m told. I studied hard, got good grades, got a boyfriend—and a girlfriend—and even being sexually active with them was pretty much part of the expectation for our community. The part where I foiled them was not getting pregnant. Did you know the doctor isn’t supposed to give birth control pills to an unmarried woman? Stupid! So, he prescribes them to relieve cramps and regulate menses. That’s how I got mine.”
“It’s expected that all the girls will get pregnant?”
“There are twenty-eight girls in our graduating class. We all know Patricia is pregnant and about to pop. Of course, she was married. Did you notice that Lauren has left town already? Probably not, because you’ve been busy and running to Chicago and all. She’s three months pregnant and managed to keep it a secret through the end of the school year. Her boyfriend nailed her during spring break and she’s gone off to be with him in Springfield. She’s been wearing the rock since Christmas and I’m sure they’ll be married before summer is over.”
“I had no idea, but Lauren was one of the girls who didn’t come to the studio for an Attic Allure photo.”
“Her boyfriend would have killed her. He’s very possessive. She didn’t even go out with other girls this year. And six other girls wore engagement rings at commencement. I know for sure two of them are trying to get pregnant and all but one will be married before Christmas.”
“Who won’t be?”
“Karen. She’s insisted that Andy go to college at Illinois State. No one expects him to last the semester before he’s back here, but she wants him to be sure she’s the one before they take the plunge. Speaking of which, I’d bet that as soon as he gets back, they will take the plunge and she’ll be married and pregnant by next summer. Then there’s Janice who received her engagement ring from Pete while you were in Chicago. They’re planning to wait until he finishes his tech school program in architectural drafting. I’m pretty sure they’ll get married at the same time he graduates and she’ll be pregnant right away. Of course, if Judy succeeds in heading off to St. Louis and Janice is alone here, she might just leave and move in with Pete this fall.”
“So, it sounds like there’s about a 20% expectation that girls in town will get married and/or have a baby within a year or two at most, right?”
“Yes. I defied that expectation by not getting pregnant and marrying you. We fuck like little bunnies but don’t make any,” she laughed.
“Since you aren’t following that path, you’re trying to figure out what path you should follow, right?”
“Right. I need to find out who I am. I have no idea!”
“I don’t think anyone really has an idea at our age, do they?”
“Says the guy with a thriving photography business and studios in Tenbrook and Chicago with a college education in the offing and a desire to have a long career behind a camera lens.”
“Well, yeah. I guess so.”
“And Ronda has known what she wanted to do forever. She’s been going to that college prep school in Colorado in the summer for four years. Anna has been raised to follow in her father’s footsteps as a tax accountant and is already handling the management of your business accounting and bookkeeping.”
“I don’t know what I’d do without her,” I admitted.
“Exactly. You need Anna. I have fun in the studio, but you don’t really need me. Ronda, Patricia, I’ll bet even Beth could do what I do without missing a step. Am I going to take a semester in business school and decide it’s all wrong and I should go to beauty school instead? The girls in our class who don’t have a college in mind to expand their hunting grounds for a husband are all looking at beauty school or jobs as secretaries.”
“Expand their hunting grounds?”
“You know very well that Donna is going up to Madison because there will be more men there with good prospects at a high-paying job and security than all the boys who are competing for jobs in the county as mechanics. Or the boys are looking for apprenticeships in carpentry and construction. None of them want to leave Tenbrook. They want to stay here and take over the farm or start a business selling insurance. There might be a dozen or fifteen boys in our class, out of twenty-eight, who are going to college. I’m guessing of the rest, five or more will be in the army by this time next year. A girl needs a richer hunting ground if she wants a husband who will keep her secure.”
“Wow. That all seems so mercenary.”
“Isn’t everything? Other than Ronda, Anna, Donna, and me, I think all the other girls who are going to college plan to become teachers or nurses. Nothing wrong with that, but it’s really just a path out of town. That’s why I’m excited to go to Peoria and find out who I really am. Am I going to be happy in business school? Will I want to become a librarian like Miss Ludwig? Is beauty school really the best option? Should I go into research of some kind? Maybe I should try to learn more about space travel and rockets. I could learn to program a Univac computer. Or I could be a data punch operator. Perhaps my little paragraphs on the back of your photos indicate a career in creative writing. I just don’t know who I really am. I need to be somewhere I can focus on me without being distracted by expectations and relationships and the status quo. I need to find me.”
We rode on in silence for a while. I wasn’t sure how this conversation was going to affect our week camping with each other at a state park overlooking the Mississippi. It suddenly seemed to have a lot more significance to me than just getting a week to fuck my girlfriend. Though I was still fairly certain it was going to include that.
“Remember prom a year ago?” I asked.
“Nate! How could I ever forget that night? I made love to you! I made love to Ronda! I had the happiest night of my entire life so far!”
“That’s really how I remember it, too. Waking up with two of the most beautiful and loving girls I’d ever known and making love to them again before we went to church and surprised my mother. And then the two of you even joined my family for Sunday dinner and I felt like I’d just brought the loves of my life home with me.”
“We were so brazen, just claiming you as our lover.”
“Later, Mom walked with me to the studio and had a talk with me. She didn’t want to know specifics about what we did. But I’ll never forget what she said to me. And it applies to the way I feel about you going to Peoria to find yourself. I’ll say to you what she said to me. You still have a ways to go before you’re an adult and independent, but you have matured more than I ever expected you to so soon. It makes me very proud of you, Christine. I’m very proud of you, and still so very sad.”
“Um… Chris? I’d like to take your picture this week. I mean… not just a picture, but a lot of pictures. I want to take pictures of you in every way I can. And not as a model. I want to take girlfriend pictures. Just for me. I just want to pick up my special album of Christine at any time while I’m in Chicago and we’re parted from each other and look through it at the girl I love. I guess I’m asking. May I take your picture this week?”
I managed to get that all out in one breath as soon as we got our camp set up, but before we just got naked or went for a hike or something.
“Anna warned me you’d want that,” Christine grinned.
“How did Anna know? Did I tell her?”
“Maybe. Or maybe she’s just psychic. She said you were taking each of us camping this summer and you were going to want pictures of us. She said she’d like some, too. So, in addition to hiking and sightseeing and making love, I came prepared to have my picture taken. You can take any picture of me you want, Nate. Any time you see a scene you want, clothed or naked, you can take all the pictures you want. Just one thing, though.”
“What? I’ll do anything you want.”
“Don’t let taking pictures interrupt us having fun. Or making love. And take pictures of the two of us together so I can have some, too. And let me take some pictures of you. I think I’d like my own special album.”
I waited.
“Anything else?” I finally asked.
“I guess that could have been considered more than one, huh. Is it okay? Can we take a lot of pictures of our big vacation together and not interrupt having fun?”
“I think we can make that work,” I said, pulling her into my arms and kissing her.
“Maybe we could start having fun right after we make love,” she whispered.
We did have fun, and a lot of the fun was in bed. Or in the tent. Or on a secluded part of the trail down to the river. Or under the stars in a meadow we found that no one was near. And I took pictures of her. I wasn’t carrying the Hasselblad. That was just too much to cart around when hiking and playing. The Nikon did fine and Chris could focus and shoot it, too, so she got pictures of me. I set the self-timer and propped the camera in a crook of a tree or on a rock, or on a picnic table, and took pictures of the two of us together. I used a small beanbag I carried in my pocket to level and steady it—a handy tip I’d gotten from Levi.
“Um… Nate? One more thing,” she said as I snapped a picture of her looking freshly fucked on our bed. “Try not to get pictures of come running down my legs, okay? I mean unless you’d really like a picture of that. Which is a little perverted, but I kind of like the idea. But if you want that picture, since it’s just for the two of us, you should get a really good angle between my legs and make sure you’ve left a big enough deposit that it really runs out and down around my asshole.”
I hadn’t really considered doing that, but once Chris mentioned it, the idea really appealed to me and obviously to her as well. I think I fulfilled all the criteria.
And she held the camera up over her head while she was lying on her back and I was pumping into her and took a picture down between us. We’d have to see how that came out.
She sucked me until I was about to come, and then jumped back to take a picture of my glistening cock. My girlfriend was definitely perverted.
By the end of our five-day camping trip, we’d explored all the park and all of each other. We were exhausted and more in love than ever as we drove back to Tenbrook.
I only had the weekend to make sure I got laundry done and loved Anna, Ronda, and Patricia. Monday morning, I was off to Chicago again. This would be my last trip for a few weeks—until I moved there at the end of August. In addition to clients, I had photo orders to print and Levi wanted a consultation.
“We can’t just keep moving junk in up here,” he said as he sprawled on a maroon mohair sofa that hadn’t been there three weeks ago. “Some of it needs to be circulated out to make room for other stuff.”
“I agree,” I said. “There are areas back there I haven’t even looked at yet. There’s so much I get confused by it.”
“I can’t believe you use as much as you do. On the other hand, having so many different things available is keeping your settings fresh. You aren’t getting a bunch of repeat scenes for your models. Each one is unique.”
“The biggest problem is working without an assistant. I love that couch you’re sitting on, but I bet it weighs a ton. How am I ever going to get it in front of a backdrop to use it?”
“Okay. So, we understand there’s a problem,” Levi said. “Back in Tenbrook you have a bunch of high school girls who will run around naked, move stuff, clean things, and model for you. There would be a different dynamic if you had boys doing this stuff… even the heavy lifting. And I have to tell you, we were impressed with your exhibition and with the girls who hosted us. We didn’t actually see them running around naked, but we saw the pictures and listened to their stories.”
“It all grew out of wandering around taking pictures. I went to school with all those girls. They just like me to take their pictures. I wouldn’t even know how to recruit help like that,” I said.
“Chicago has 10,000 times the number of crazy girls in that age bracket that Tenbrook has. All we need to do is invite them in and give them the kind of safe space your girls out there claim you’ve always provided,” Levi explained.
“There’s a dynamic out there that will take time to build in Chicago,” I sighed. “Maybe I’ll find some girls in college who want to be part of it all.”
“We’ve arranged a few candidates for you to photograph this week,” Levi continued. “Not all the models, but some of them have been chosen by your patrons because they think they would work well with you. And your girlfriend Starr has agreed to help a little, mostly in guiding the girls you choose. We’re not out there recruiting girlfriends or whores for you. The guys see this as a reasonable way for some girls who are low on prospects to improve their lives.”
“How much will I need to pay a crew like that?” I asked. “If you want to improve their prospects, they need to be earning something besides pictures of themselves. I intend to keep paying Anna to do my bookkeeping. I’ve always paid Chris when she assists on a shoot with models. The other girls have received a fee when I have a specific job I want to do, like the calendar girl in Henry’s garage. The budget doesn’t stretch very far, though. I’m not making millions.”
“This space is part of Camera Warehouse. Camera Warehouse needs to get it cleaned up and functioning to support a visiting artist. Camera Warehouse needs to hire half a dozen girls part time who will be available when the artist is in town and will make sure his operation flows smoothly.”
“Levi, are you saying you’ll pay for the girls to work here?”
“Oh, Camera Warehouse will pay with funds supplied by a few investors. It won’t affect our bottom line at all. And it won’t appear on yours. The girls are hired by the space, not by Attic Allure.”
“I don’t know what to say,” I said. “I mean, if it all works it would be great. I just want to know that I can work with the girls and not get caught up in a lot of… um… catfights. You know, that’s one of the things about the girls in Tenbrook. They all get along with each other. Girls we knew wouldn’t get along with the others were just never invited to join us.”
“Well, consider this week to be auditions. If we come out of the week with a no-go, we’ll consider it a good idea we couldn’t make happen. If you come out of it with even one or two girls who will work for the next month to get your studio in shape before you move out here, so much the better.”
“I guess I’m game for that. The girls in Tenbrook pretty much arranged and organized the props in the entire attic and now just walking through it will give me an inspiration sometimes.”
“Well, get inspired. Your first client is in twenty minutes. I’d suggest that with the number of people you have coming through this week, you only develop film and print proof sheets so we can get them out. You’ll have some weeks back home to print orders. Once we get the place cleaned up, we’ll consider putting in some more backdrops like you have at the western studio. I’d like to make it so you still keep that studio active for at least a little while. See how the transition to the city suits you. I’m sure there are still some cuties in Tenbrook who would like to have you around. Like that pregnant girl, Patricia. You need to set it up so you can record her baby the way you’ve recorded her pregnancy. That’s been very impressive.”
“I agree. My family will still be there for another couple of years.”
Leora Capel was my first client Monday afternoon. She was fun to work with. She had some ideas and after her portrait, she started losing her clothes. She was one of those girls who was just plain comfortable in her skin. She didn’t strut around trying to show me her body or tease me. She just worked as naturally nude as she did with clothes on.
“Oh, look what I found!” she called from a corner of the junk collection. It was an area I hadn’t really explored yet.
I turned to look at her and she was arranging a flat pillbox hat on her head with a strap under her chin. She had a big smile and held a hand to her face.
“Call for Philip Morris!” she said. If Philip Morris had shot that ad with this naked girl as the bellman, there would be no other cigarette in the country!
“I like that! We need white gloves and a pack of cigarettes,” I said. We started rummaging around and I came up with gloves and a Sam Browne belt. The old ads, if I remembered rightly didn’t show a belt like that, but I wasn’t going to cover those tits with a bellman’s jacket. We waded back to the stage area and she showed me a pack of cigarettes.
She stood patiently while I fastened the belt around her waist and made sure the shoulder strap rested comfortably between her breasts. I had to spend a minute making sure her breasts were comfortable. They were. I helped her into the white gloves and checked her makeup before handing her the pack of cigarettes.
“I feel like such an object in your hands,” she said. “You just hold me however you want and put your hands anywhere you want to touch me.”
“Leora, I’m sorry. I get carried away. I get started with an idea and then I get distracted by little things.”
“My breasts aren’t huge, but they aren’t little things.”
“Right. I mean. Aw, crap. I did not mean to assault you. Or insult you.”
“Oh, hey! Lighten up. I’m standing stark naked in front of you, having willingly shed my clothes. I really couldn’t complain if you bent me over and fucked me. Um… If you decide to do that, though, let me participate as more than a wet hole. Okay?”
“I don’t fuck in the studio, so you’re safe from that. I confess to being a little perverted when it comes to touching my models, though. I’ll back off.”
“I didn’t say to back off. In fact, how should I say this? I hate when men treat me like an object when I’m shopping or walking down the street. Girls put up with that shit all the time. It gets boring and disgusting. Most of the time guys we date treat us the same way. We’re supposed to look perfect so it reflects well on him. We’re supposed to have available breasts to grope, lips to kiss, and a pussy to fuck. I hate it. The next time a guy on the street pinches my butt, I’m going to cut his balls off with a rusty knife.”
“I try to treat everyone with respect when I meet them. Unless we had some kind of relationship that allowed petting and whatever, I’d never make lewd suggestions to a girl on the street like that.”
“That’s what I mean. We have that kind of relationship. We’ve had it since the moment I walked into the studio. I’m here to be an object you are photographing. If we’re lucky, one of those photos will be a work of art. If not, I’ll come here and strip again and let you handle my body any way you want to if it will help you find that work of art. So, touch my boobs if you want to. Maybe you take better pictures when you’re hard. Put my hand on your cock if that will help. Check my pussy to see if I’m getting turned on. It’s actually kind of refreshing to knowingly become an object for a few hours. Then I’ll get dressed, put a rusty knife in my hand, and go walking down the street, daring any guy to put his hand where it doesn’t belong.”
“Gosh, Leora. You do have a way with words. Just let me know if something makes you uncomfortable. Now let’s go over here in front of the red backdrop.” I put my hand on her back to guide her to where I wanted her and it sort of slid down to her butt.
“I’m working on a degree in creative writing. I’m supposed to be good with words.”
“Sounds exciting.”
“Yeah. That and ten cents will get you a cup of coffee. That’s why I’m interested in this place.”
“Would you like to do more than model? This is looking good. Let’s try the pose with your hand up to your face to call out.” She complied and I looked through the lens and then hopped over to turn her shoulders slightly to the right. I took the next picture.
“That room full of junk attracts me. I have to say that with you pinching my nipples and pushing my ass around, your junk kind of attracts me, too. I know. No fucking in the studio. That’s not really why I’m here. I looked at your photos and you created artwork out of girls with junk. I think I can create stories out of the same stuff.”
“Let’s try something a little more dramatic and less tightly related to the cigarettes,” I said. “So far, we’ve just got a parody of the ad going.”
I changed film and moved the stepladder in front of the blue drop.
“How high do you want me?” she asked, looking nervously at the ladder.
“Left foot on the floor and right foot on the first step. Reach over and grab the fourth step in your hand. Now lean back with your other hand up to call out.”
Leora moved into the position fluidly, but we quickly found out that the ladder wasn’t heavy enough to counterbalance the weight of her leaning out. When it started to tip, she let go of the rung and started to fall. I caught her. She looked up at me and kissed me. It wasn’t long or passionate, but she was kind of lying back in my arms and it was easy to kiss her back.
“Thank you,” she squeaked. I set her upright again and patted her butt.
“I don’t want to get this bruised. Let’s try weighting down the other side of the ladder, shall we?”
I found some bags of stuff that hadn’t been opened and just stacked them on the spacer opposite the steps. This time, I took the position myself and leaned out to make sure the ladder was stable. Leora took the position tentatively at first, but I held her until she was confident it wasn’t going to move. I went back to the camera.
“Looking good. Let’s have a look of terror on your face. Wide eyes. Furrowed brow. Mouth open to scream.”
“Too bad you didn’t get that when the ladder tipped,” she said. It wasn’t difficult for her to reproduce the expression.
We got some good shots during the afternoon and before long touching her wasn’t something either of us did for titillation. It was just a natural part of posing and positioning. When we ended the afternoon, I invited her back to work with me on Wednesday when I would have two models and would need to change settings and find different props. She agreed.
I got the film developed and a proof sheet printed. There were some pretty good shots.
Then I went to Elizabeth’s house. I called ahead and she was waiting at the back door when I pulled into the carport.
Tuesday morning, I had another model who was auditioning for a job, but we just didn’t gel. Sometimes you can’t put a finger on what the problem was. And it wasn’t in putting fingers on her. She was fine with that. It might have been complaining about moving a chair that was ‘too heavy’ for her, or needing to take a smoke break every fifteen or twenty minutes. Either way, I didn’t invite her back.
My afternoon session was one Levi professed not to know anything about. It had been a call to the store asking for my schedule and an appointment in the afternoon. Her name was Nikita Bychkova. Levi said he thought it might be an assumed name or stage name, but not to worry because he would take care of verifying real information and getting the release notarized.
“Nikita, welcome to Attic Allure,” I said when she entered the studio. “I’m Nate Hart and I’ll try to get exactly the photographs you want.”
It was hard to tell what she might want by looking at her. Her hair gave me the impression of being a wig for some reason. It hung straight to just below her shoulders and had bangs cut across just above her eyebrows. I should say just above her sunglasses. They were fairly large and concealed most of her eyebrows. She wore a crushed and threadbare fedora that shaded her eyes as well.
I’d have to say the features of her face that I could see were striking. Straight thin nose. A narrow mouth highlighted in bright red lipstick. High cheekbones with a smooth round chin.
Below that, I was left to my imagination. She wore a butt-length white T-shirt, slim enough to tell me it was made for a woman and not like a baggy men’s shirt. Over that, however, she wore a pin-stripe vest. She had a miniskirt beneath the T-shirt that was only slightly longer than the shirt itself. And finally knee-high black boots with spike heels. She made quite the picture, just like that.
“Pleased to meet you,” she whispered with a slight Russian accent. “I vant pictures.”
“Yes. You’ve come to the right place. I want to start with you exactly as you are. Let me get the red backdrop behind you. That seems like an appropriate color for a Russian spy, don’t you think?”
“Red iss gud.”
“Yes. Do you want to remain incognito throughout our session or do you want to be gradually exposed?”
“Vee vill zee eef you can expose me for who I am.”
Okay. The challenge was set. She’d put together this costume for a purpose and I was going to play the game for all it was worth. I had a feeling I could be working late tonight.
I started with a full-length portrait, heavy on the backlight that left her face in shadow. As we progressed, I added little touches and began to slowly unveil the woman behind the costume. I seated her at a table and handed her a telephone for one scene. I added just enough sidelight to highlight the shape of her chin. I found a hat rack in the junk room and had her hide behind it, ultimately losing the hat and leaving it on the tree.
I now had a clearer view of her head and face behind the sunglasses. I was convinced the hair was a wig. I pulled out a trash can and checked to be sure it was clean. She was quite surprised when I lifted her up and placed her in the can, but she got right into the role when she lifted the lid and peered out of the can. She was thin and light. It was almost no effort at all to pick her up. And she had no difficulty with me touching her as I moved her around.
For the next scene, I got my arm chair and positioned it facing away from the camera. I had Nikita lay across the arms so her feet were sticking out on one side and her head on the other. She was shocked when I removed her boots and set them beneath her feet by the chair, but she moaned in delight when I spent a few minutes massaging her bare feet and lower legs. I could easily have let myself get carried away right then. Skinny legs, but so soft and supple.
For the next scene, I found a table that was solid. I had her on her hands and knees, looking around the table. I liked what I saw and had to enhance it a little. I pulled the vest down off her shoulder on the lower arm and could just see the hard point of her nipple beneath the T-shirt. Not content with a glimpse, I pulled the shirt tight behind her and clipped it with an alligator clip to hold it tightly against her fairly small but nicely-rounded breasts. Wow! That reminded me of Sandra—or maybe even Vicki. I hoped sincerely that Nikita was over eighteen. Levi had notarized the release, so I’d just go with it. Pulling the shirt tight meant that I not only saw the point of the nipple—which I sort of accidentally grazed with the back of my hand—but with the right light, I could see its color behind the white shirt.
When I had her standing again and was contemplating the next scene, she calmly reached beneath the shirt and unzipped her miniskirt to let it fall to her feet.
“You cannot take peecture of me in underwear,” she rasped.
“Oh, that’s too bad. Why not?” I asked.
“Not wear any.”
Alrighty then. No pictures in underwear. I had her vest completely off and if my calculations were correct, the only thing she still was wearing was the long T-shirt.
“I think it’s time to lose the T-shirt,” I said. “I want to move that red sofa over here to take your picture on it with the black background. I’ll keep the lighting mysterious and you can keep the shades, at least for a while. The sofa is heavy. I need your help moving it or I will have to call Levi up to give me a hand.”
“I skinny, but strong like ox. I help move silly furniture.” Her giggle almost broke the character. She’d been careful not to say much the entire time we’d been together, close to two hours. I’d figured out the accent was as fake as her hair, but I was getting some great pictures and we were having fun.
“Okay,” I said when we had the sofa in position. This was the unveiling. “I’d like you to take off the T-shirt and lie on the couch.”
“After all zis time, don’t you vant to remove shirt yourself?”
Well, I was good with that if she was. I stood in front of her and grasped the hem of the shirt. I just gathered it in my hands as I moved them up, exposing a cleanly shaved slit, flat stomach, and deeply indented navel. Something about that made me instantly hard. I kept pulling the shirt up and when it was under her armpits, I used my thumbs to stroke her hard nipples. Her areolae were scarcely bigger than the hard nubs that protruded. She lifted her arms and I worked the shirt over her head, careful not to disturb her wig. She stood in front of me naked and I picked her up to lay her back on the sofa, making sure I paid a little special attention to those tiny nubs.
“Worth the wait?” she asked. The accent faded away. She pulled her sunglasses off and looked me in the eye. “Cover all blown. Spy exposed,” she said. My mouth fell open as I looked at her.
“Theresa? Theresa Newman?”
“Oh, Alfred. It took so long for you to expose me!”
I sat on the edge of the sofa next to her, my hands still on her tiny breasts.
“I’d just gotten Nancy to back off so I could make a play for you when you up and moved away,” she said. “You always liked looking at my little tits in class. They didn’t really grow much after our sophomore year. Do you like holding them?”
“Oh, God! I… um… shouldn’t be doing this, should I?” I started to pull my hands away and she pulled them back.
“Not without kissing me,” she said. She pulled my face to hers and I was suddenly kissing my junior high and high school fantasy girl. No wonder that navel looked so appealing.
After that we sat and just talked for a bit, catching up on life since I moved away. The whole time, Theresa encouraged me to keep touching her, even spreading her legs a little so I could feel the moist heat of her bare pussy. She was getting pretty aroused, but I still had another set of photos I wanted to take. Yeah. Photos first. Then maybe I could come back to fingering the pussy of my fantasy girl. And I definitely wanted to spend some time kissing that navel.
Once I moved away from the sofa, she came alive with new poses as soon as I could light and expose one. Just having her nude on that sofa kept us working for another hour before I finally returned to sit beside her. She opened her arms and pulled me to her for another deep kiss, accompanied by more exploration.
“Do you have more poses you want me in, or are you going to let me come this time?”
“Is that what my spy is really after?”
“Nance said you made her come. Make me come, Nate.”
“Trust me,” I whispered.
I started kissing my way down her body, paying loving attention to those hard nubs of her breasts, and laving her navel with my tongue. Then I moved her legs apart and began exploring her pussy with my fingers and tongue. She rose to a peak rapidly after that and I didn’t let her come down before I had her up to another. When that one started to subside, she scrambled around and started tearing at my pants.
“No fucking in the studio, Theresa,” I gasped as she pulled my cock out.
“Vee not fuck. Vee suck!” she said, recapturing a little of her Russian accent. “Vee haff vays to make you come!”
Oh, she sure did. I had to wonder how my sophomore fantasy girl had become such a great fellatrix. I didn’t care. I just relaxed and fully enjoyed filling her mouth with my spunk.
When I was spent, she crawled up to lie mostly on top of me while we kissed again and came down from our sexual high.
“I’m available,” she whispered. Oh, shit!
“Um… Maybe Nancy didn’t tell you that I have a girlfriend. Or two. Or three. Um…”
“Oh, yeah. She said that. That’s not exactly what I meant. I mean, getting it on in the studio was fun and kind of like fantasy fulfillment. I even hope we can do it again sometime and maybe more. But I’m not looking for a boyfriend. Nancy said it was obvious you needed help in the studio. You even had me moving furniture for the sets. And that junk room is a real mess. I meant that I’m available for some part time work if you could use someone. I mean, you must be doing okay. Can you pay a little for a helper?”
“Oh, geez. You can’t imagine how glad I am that’s what you meant. In fact, Levi downstairs is trying to locate two or three girls who could use a little work in the studio to help with shoots and getting things organized. We want to cycle some of this junk out and bring in new stuff periodically. It keeps the pictures fresh and not all looking the same.”
“As long as fucking you is a matter of choice and not part of the job description, I could get into that.”
“Definitely not part of the job. I’ll have to say, though, that my current assistants at the studio in Tenbrook tend to run around naked in the studio a lot. I don’t know if the dynamic will be the same here when you meet the others who will work, but it’s a definite possibility.”
“Look at me,” she laughed. “In fact, put your finger back in my vagina for a little while. I liked it. I don’t have any problem being naked around you. I think you are the only boy at Calumet High who ever really appreciated my little titties. As for being naked around other girls, that idea kind of turns me on, you know?”
In fact, her pussy seemed to get a little more lubricious as we were talking and I focused on plunging my fingers in and out of her until she squealed another orgasm into my mouth.
“Kind of like girls as well as boys, huh?”
“The verdict is still out on boys,” she said. “I haven’t been too impressed with them until today. As to girls, my head is really into it. I’d like to be an assistant in the studio just so I could watch a lot of other girls get naked. When I saw Nancy’s pictures, I tried to get her to undress and let me eat her. She refused, damn it. Wouldn’t even let me touch her boobs. Unfortunately, that’s been my luck with girls so far.”
“I understand. I have a girlfriend who is more into girls than boys, but seems to like me in the mix. And a model I had a few weeks ago didn’t want to be touched by me. She only wanted a girl.”
“There’s hope then. Mine is that when I get to try it, I like the reality as much as the fantasy. If I could bend double and do for my pussy what you did with your tongue, I don’t think I’d ever get out of bed. The undertaker would be trying to get my head out from between my thighs.”
“You’d die with a sweet treat on your lips,” I laughed. “I loved eating you.”
“A first for me. The boys I went out with all wanted to fuck or have a blowjob, but not one would go down on me. Never again!”
We got dressed and I took Theresa downstairs to talk to Levi about having her work with me. He was pleased and she agreed to come to the studio on Wednesday with Leora.
Elizabeth seemed very interested in kissing me and sniffing at me when I got to her house that night. She finally asked me straight out.
“Did you fuck her?”
“No sex in the studio,” I intoned. “I know you know how to get around that, but we didn’t go all the way and there were special circumstances surrounding how far we did go. Nikita Bychkova was really Theresa Newman, a classmate of mine when I lived in South Chicago. She was my fantasy girl when I first noticed that girls were changing in eighth through tenth grade. Turned out that I was her fantasy, too.”
“So, is she going to be a girlfriend now?”
It was hard for me to read what was going through Elizabeth’s mind. She didn’t seem upset, but was a little guarded.
“No. Aside from her adolescent infatuation—and mine—she seems to be more interested in girls than in boys. She claims to be pretty disappointed in boys, but hasn’t found a girl to experiment with to test the other side,” I said.
“I’m not… um… upset about this. I know what goes on in the studio and the girls in Tenbrook have all told me that it happens all the time. I knew that when I signed up for this. It’s just a shock when my boyfriend comes home to me at night and smells like another girl’s pussy. I kind of wish I was into girls a little so I could give her a little help. Maybe we could get Ronda to come out.”
“Better luck with Christine. You know Ronda prefers girls, but she’s very single minded. She has Christine and me. That’s all she wants. Christine wants Ronda and me and Roxie and Lori and Vicki and even Anna, who has no idea what she’s talking about,” I laughed.
“Chris kind of models her life after yours. If there’s a willing pussy, she sees no reason not to sample it.”
“Am I that bad?” I asked.
“Not quite. You exercise some amount of restraint. And your girlfriends all recognize that we aren’t an exclusive club. We hope we’re giving you enough sex so that you aren’t actively out hunting for replacements, but when a fantasy from your adolescence shows up and wants to see what it would have been like, no one can blame you for trying it out. I’d just like you to get a shower before you come to bed. Did you get food?”
“Yeah. Um… There’s one other thing you should know about Theresa, though. You know Levi is recruiting assistants for the studio. Theresa has applied to be one and will be helping tomorrow with Leora. We really want to get the junk room organized and real trash thrown out so we can move in some new pieces. I won’t be here for most of that in the next month.”
Beth nodded and I went to get a shower. When I got to bed, she did her best to dispel any notion that she might be upset. We screwed for a couple of hours before we finally went to sleep.
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