Exposure
20
Annual Conference
“Kelly” by Kate_Koreneva, ID461974573, licensed from Shutterstock.com
DEB AND JOHN left to go back to Leavenworth, but John was definitely looking for work that would bring them closer to the family in Illinois. I hoped he was successful. But I didn’t move back home. I just stayed at the hotel.
Not that it meant I didn’t go home. I just didn’t sleep there. I was there for most meals, but my crew needed to be cared for, too. I always had a girlfriend in bed with me, whether we made love or not. It was still incredibly peaceful to lie in bed with Patricia or Ronda or Anna in my arms. Or once with Judy. And there were my other employees to take care of. I didn’t feel the need to entertain all of them in the evening. Besides the girlfriends, I had three Tenbrook crew and three Chicago crew. Plus, Chrystal. They were always welcome to eat in the Bar and Grill downstairs, but I tried to give each one some special time with me.
“Mom, you might have met Theresa when we lived in Chicago. She was in my class from seventh grade until I left after tenth grade,” I said, introducing Theresa at dinner Thursday night. “Now she’s my combination lighting tech and stagehand.”
“How nice! And you connected when you moved back to Chicago?” Mom said.
“Our mutual friend Nancy told me Nate was in town and it looked like he could really use some help. I’ve just been on a general education course at Moraine Valley Community College. It’s so much cheaper than going to a regular college or university, but a little extra income is still helpful,” Theresa said.
“Do you get a degree there?” Dad asked.
“Yes, but not a bachelor’s degree like Nate will get. In two years, I’ll have an Associate in Arts degree in English—which means I don’t have any idea what I want to study yet. I might end up studying Communications and Public Relations at Columbia after two years. Working with Nate has been quite inspiring,” Theresa said.
“What do you do to assist Nate?” Mom asked. She had a lot of questions, but it was all said in a friendly conversational tone and didn’t really feel like she was cross-examining Theresa. Mom had been trying to keep up with the direction of my career ever since we moved to Tenbrook almost three years ago.
“You know, I had no idea there was so much to do in assisting a photographer. My number one responsibility, I guess, is lighting. I point, focus, and control the intensity of all the lights Nate uses on his models. I’m already learning a ton from Pris. She knows all about circuits and wiring and figuring out how many lights can be on a circuit or a dimmer. She’s a real electrician,” Theresa said.
“If you really like the lighting, you might consider studying that at Columbia if you transfer there,” I said. “It’s part of the theatre design and technology program. Talk to Leanne about it. That’s the program she’s on.”
“I’ll check that out,” Theresa said happily. “The other part of my job with Nate is to do whatever he says. A lot of times, I’m hunting props, pulling down backdrops, or lifting and carrying furniture. We’re all learning to process film so we can keep things moving along for Nate. Anna learned how. Leanne and I started learning the steps in Chicago.”
We had a very pleasant meal and Theresa pitched in with cleanup as if she lived there. After a pleasant evening—that included Kat asking her if she’d model for her—Theresa and I walked over to the hotel. She pulled me into her room on the second floor.
“I don’t expect you to fuck me after we’ve been out or when you do something special with me, but we could make out for a while. You could treat me like a model and get me naked and play with me. You know?”
I did know and didn’t have a problem with kissing Theresa and eventually getting her naked. I didn’t fuck her, but I’d found out the first time I photographed Natasha Bychkova, that Theresa had a really tasty cunt. I feasted.
I also got sucked. That was good. I filled Theresa’s mouth with my cock and my spunk. Eventually, I left and went to my own room.
Our Friday model was as entertaining for the crew as she was serious about her photos. Her name was Joanie Dafoe and she’d been referred by one of my patrons, but not one I’d had any interaction with. The way Uncle Nate described it was that these guys belonged to a club of sorts. They came from several different walks of life and the club was a legitimate social club that enjoyed taking on projects.
I had an image of some English club where men sat around in leather chairs smoking cigars and being waited on by butlers while they read the newspaper. It turned out that wasn’t too far off. No, not everyone at the club was a patron of mine. Not everyone was associated with the underworld. I noticed he didn’t say no one was. There were also politicians, corporate execs, doctors, and entertainers. And some subset of the hundreds of men that belonged to this club had seen my photographs and got together to patronize me.
So, Joanie had been referred by someone who was in the club. I wondered how Sylvia was going to continue her patronage if she wasn’t one of the good old boys at the club.
“Yes, I’m here of my own free will. Thanks for asking. Of course, I don’t have to pay anything because that’s being handled by my friend. He told me that this was like an exclusive spa day during which you and your women would pamper me, dress me, undress me, massage me, make me up, and photograph me. And if I was lucky, I might get a happy ending,” she said.
“Uh… Joanie, we are a photo studio. Attic Allure is here to take your picture and make you look as sexy and alluring in it as possible. I’ve never heard us compared to a spa before,” I said.
“Oh. Sure. I know that. It’s just the way he made it sound. It was like I’d be made into a star for the day and you’d treat me really nice.”
“I hope that’s exactly true. We do want you to have a good day.”
“Then just tell me what to do. Where do we start?”
Joanie had arrived looking freshly scrubbed in a plain T-shirt and jeans. It was apparent that she wasn’t wearing a bra and I suspected she wasn’t wearing any other underwear either.
“I’m going to start with a simple portrait, but I want Leanne to do your makeup first and Judy will get you into a nice blouse for the portrait. From there, we’ll start exploring what kind of image best suits you.”
“Okay. Just, you know, bend me, shape me, anyway you want me.”
“You know that song, too. I’ve always liked it,” I said.
“That group played at my high school prom in Chicago. That was when they were still Gary and the Knight Lights and hadn’t released ‘Bend Me, Shape Me’ yet. We went to the same high school. I mean Gary and me. Of course, he was graduated a few years ahead of me, but there was still a big poster of him in the hall.”
I actually had to walk with her to the restroom so Leanne could work on her while she continued to spin her tale. According to her model release, Joanie was twenty-one. She wasn’t really inclined to stop talking, so I just stayed there with her and Leanne. Judy came in with a blouse and I just took hold of Joanie’s T-shirt.
“Let’s get this off of you so Leanne can finish the makeup and we can get you into a blouse.”
“Yeah. Oh. You’ve got nice hands,” she said as she shifted her position to make sure my hands made contact with her breasts as I pulled off the shirt.
“They’re always nicer when they have such nice breasts beneath them,” I said, stroking her nips.
“I wanted to sing with them. I mean The Knight Lights. I got to do some backups once, but mostly I was just a groupie. I met a lot of guys in the studio and at the clubs. Guess I didn’t just stick with one band. Most of the guys I slept with let me do a gig with them, so I’ve sung with a couple dozen bands.”
Whoa! She’d sung with a couple dozen bands because the guys she slept with let her sing with them?
I finally managed to get her out of the makeup restroom and into her blouse so we could get some photos taken. I noticed that Leanne managed to pass her hands over Joanie’s breasts a few times as she put some coverup on a little mole. Joanie seemed just as happy for her attention as mine.
We got through the portrait and the girls just started tossing stuff out. Judy tried a Flamenco dress on Joanie. Ronda got flowers for her hair. I started moving her into different positions. She was happy to have me press her into a pose by her butt, or for me to lift her leg for a kick by sliding my hand all the way up her thigh.
“After high school, I spent a lot of time at the Holiday Ballroom. You’re from Chicago, right? Did you ever go up to Jefferson Park to the Ballroom? If you like to dance, it’s perfect. That’s where I met… um… I’m not supposed to say his name here. My friend, you know? I was a little strung out because I’d had all the members of a band the night before, one right after the other. I think there were six in that group.”
I opened the blouse she was wearing and stroked her nipples to make sure they were hard as I positioned her in a chair that reflected what I thought was a ‘strung out’ position. She really had nice breasts and loved displaying them. And having them touched. It didn’t make much difference to her which of us was touching her, but Judy, Leanne, and Ronda were the women most frequently involved. Theresa was practically salivating, but didn’t have a good reason to approach her.
“So, anyway, my friend—new friend then—took me home and made arrangements for me to work at his studio doing fill and backup vocals. He got me straight, too. I’d been fooling around with a bunch of drugs, but he found out I was just as willing a lay without drugs as with, so he got me clean and sober.”
“Let’s put the cityscape backdrop down,” I said to Theresa and Debbie. “I’m going to want that big armchair and a braided rug.”
“I see where you’re going with this one,” Patricia said. “Let me get a couple more props.” She headed to the attic and I wasn’t sure what she might come back with.
I turned to Joanie and just started taking her clothes off her.
“We haven’t done much massaging you, have we,” I whispered to her.
“No, but I love all the attention you’re paying to me. I thrive on attention. I guess that’s why I became a groupie in the first place. I had these famous or almost famous guys who would really pay attention to me. Why wouldn’t I just spread my legs for them. I was turned on. Like I am now,” she whispered the last words.
I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the big chair that was sitting on the rug in front of the cityscape. While I was positioning her, I ran my fingers up between her legs and played for a minute in her very turned-on pussy.
“Yeah. I was hoping we’d get to this part. I think I’m one of those… what do you call them? Nymphomaniacs. Like if you stopped playing with my pussy, I’d be just as happy if this girl putting a light beside me played with it.”
Theresa, who was putting a lamp beside the chair, zeroed in on the voice and almost stumbled over the chair. Pris ran the wire so we could get light in the lamp.
“You like me?” Theresa said.
“Fuck, yeah. The other girls have been nice and this guy with his finger in my pussy is yummy, but when it comes to girls, I really like tall skinny ones like you. Do you like girls?”
“Yeah,” Theresa said as Joanie pulled her hand down to the wet space I’d just vacated.
“Maybe you could help me with my next… um… costume change.”
“Let’s get this scene shot and we’ll get you ready for another,” I said.
I’d thought this would be the last one, but it was obvious we needed one more. The set was cleared and we adjusted lights as I took several pictures of the incongruous composition of a living room suite with a naked girl sprawled in a chair that looked like it was right in the middle of a New York City street. It was good.
“See if you can get Joanie into a black velvet cape and stilettos,” I instructed Theresa. “I think Debbie and Patricia can handle switching us to the black backdrop. Let’s clear the furniture.”
Theresa led Joanie to the dressing room where Judy handed her the cape and shoes. Once they disappeared, we all gave our expressions of disbelief, but tried to keep the snorts quiet enough they couldn’t be heard in the dressing room. On the other hand, we heard the moans coming from there.
“Are you sure they’re going to come out for another scene?” Pris asked. “They sound pretty happy.”
“They’ll be out. Joanie is as much an exhibitionist as she is a nymphomaniac. Once she’s had an orgasm, she’ll want to show everyone how happy she is.”
It took about fifteen minutes, but Joanie emerged in the high heels and black cape. That was more than Theresa was wearing.
We set the scene with a lamppost and Joanie dramatically posed under it with the cape only partly covering one side of her. It was a cool shot.
“That’s a wrap for today,” I said. “Let’s get Joanie dressed and ready to go. You can look at proofs in the morning, Joanie. We’ll get everything printed and sent to you in Chicago.”
Theresa went with Joanie to the dressing room, where her own clothes had been left. They were out in a surprisingly short time and Theresa said she was going to take Joanie to Huntertown and have dinner with her. They were off like lightning.
The rest of us all collapsed in laughter as soon as they were out of the building.
I needed a break Saturday morning and left Anna and Cassie to deal with Joanie for the photo order. Everybody else was taking the morning off to do various chores and tend to family business. Our families were all getting excited about our upcoming trip to Las Vegas and wanted to spend time with us.
I just wanted a little time to investigate a concept that came to me while I was shooting the picture of Joanie in the chair in front of the cityscape. I grabbed the Hasselblad and was in the microbus when someone knocked on the window. I turned and was surprised to find Kelly Green staring in my window waving.
I hopped out of the VW and caught her in a hug.
“Kelly! What are you doing here? What a treat to see you!”
“Hey, you’re a sight for sore eyes. I was on my way to Huntertown and saw you come out of the store. I almost missed getting parked and running over here. What are you up to?”
“Well, managed to get my first year of college behind me successfully. My photography business is going pretty strong. I’ve got an entire staff working with me this summer and we’re going to Las Vegas for a month of studio time.”
“Big time!”
“What about you?”
“I finished my secretarial school course and got a job out in Fulton, practically next door to the school. But I didn’t like the people so after a year, I quit and am looking for something new. I’m papering the town with resumes.”
“Did everything work out with you and Allen?” I asked.
“Um… Maybe we should go someplace where we can be alone for a while. I did promise I’d tell you all about it. And if I recall, you promised to tell me all about your first time, too. Are you busy?”
“Not really. I was just going out to scout a location I want to use for a photo. Want to go along?”
“Sure! I get to ride in your hippie van!”
“I’m not a hippie!”
“You’ll need to shave and get a haircut to convince me of that. Though that beard definitely gives me ideas. Does it tickle when you go down on a girl?”
“I’ve heard that after it got about half an inch long, it stopped scratching and was pretty pleasant.”
“Take me where we can be alone!”
I wasn’t positive that Kelly was inviting me someplace to go down on her, but I figured I’d find a place where we could do that if we wanted. There’d been a little light mist that morning, but I thought it was pretty much over for the day. I’d driven past a little woodlot a few months back that Ronda and I camped at overnight. I thought I could find it again.
I pulled out of the parking spot and headed north out of town across the river. As soon as the village limits were behind us, Kelly slid over next to me.
“This is the shits,” she said. “You could have a bed back there.”
“I often do. It’s all set up for camping. Even an attachable tent for extra room.”
“Are your girlfriends going to be expecting you back at any particular time, or can I just keep you for a while?”
“Um… It’s weird. I don’t have a date tonight. I even thought about camping overnight, but I didn’t bring any food with me,” I said.
“Let’s go into town and pack up a bag. Mister, I’m thinking we have some unfinished business to attend to,” she said. Now I was pretty sure she was suggesting sex.
I went into Huntertown and we got some quickly packaged meals and some ice I could put in the ice chest. Then we stopped at DQ and bought lunch that we ate in the car as I drove toward where I hoped the little woodlot was.
“Things are a little different now than they were,” I said. “I don’t have two girlfriends anymore.”
“Aw. I was sure you were going to have a harem by the time you were eighteen. Just one?” she asked.
“No. Four.”
“You dog!”
“The bad part is that Christine broke up with us and isn’t even coming back to Tenbrook this summer. The good part is that my four girlfriends are pretty damn incredible.”
“And you’re still willing to go sneak away with your high school sex instructor? Wow!”
“Well, Beth’s still in Chicago for another week until her finals are over. Patricia, Ronda, and Anna are working with me every day. We all decided we needed a break this weekend. The only way I was going to get a break was to get out of town.”
“What’s that mean?”
“Well, in addition to my girlfriends, I have six girls who work with me and some of them like to have a little one-on-one time occasionally. I’ve got a room in the hotel and there is always someone in my bed at night,” I said.
“I didn’t even know Tenbrook had a hotel. Ten girls! Will you be able to get it up tonight for this horny redhead?” she laughed.
“You’ll probably have to do most of the work, you know. I’m sure I’ll be too tired to appreciate every little freckle on your body with my tongue.”
“All you need to do is stick your tongue out and I’ll rub every single freckle on my body against it.”
“I’m pretty sure that will work. So, start telling me about the first time with the real love of your life.”
“We did it. I talked him through all the steps we learned and he was pretty good with his tongue. Wouldn’t even touch my asshole, though. He really wanted to fuck and I figured—based on your performance—that it would be fine because even if I didn’t get off fucking him the first time it would only be a few minutes before he was ready to go again. Wrong! One and done! Thankfully, he’d gotten me off with his tongue first or I’d have been a real bitch.”
“Oh, no! Don’t tell me that was it and you broke up?”
“No. We kept it up all summer but it was pretty much always with the same results. He’d get his cock in me and start pumping and if I wasn’t there yet, it was too bad, because once he shot off, he was out of the game. I got pretty good at fingering myself frantically while he was pumping and could usually get off soon after he came. I kind of did it from memory.”
“That’s so sad.”
“When I left for school in Fulton, we agreed to just let it go. I’ve had a couple of decent lovers since then, but no one I wanted to commit to.”
“I don’t know that I’m a good choice to tie that hope to,” I said cautiously.
“Oh, don’t worry. I’m in play mode, not marry mode. When I find the guy who’s right for me, I’ll be the only one he has. Because I’ll kill anyone else. I know you wouldn’t even make me first on your list. But I can’t help thinking that I really missed something that night we did everything except fuck.”
“Believe me, it’s often been the subject of a fantasy of mine. And certainly, of Ronda and Christine’s. Sometimes they’d lie next to me all night and keep whispering things like, ‘Would Kelly let you suck her titties like this?’ or ‘I’ll bet Kelly would be so wet by now you’d slip in before you knew it.’ And then we’d fuck some more.”
“They were into each other, too?”
“Oh, yeah. Big time. They dated each other without me. And sometimes they used fantasies about what I was doing to get each other off.”
“With one of the other girlfriends?”
“Or one of the other girls.”
“How was it the first time?”
“Just so unbelievable, Kelly. I was already hopelessly in love with both of them. We left the prom and went to Ronda’s house. Her family was conveniently out of town, so we had the house and Ronda’s bedroom to ourselves. The three of us got in bed together and her parents had left three mints and three condoms on the pillows for us,” I said. I spotted the woodlot and pulled to a stop.
“They knew? We went all the way to Sage to a motel that was only a little better than the back seat of the car.”
I jumped out of the bus and went down to check the ground and make sure it was solid enough. It seemed to have pretty good drainage, so the bus wouldn’t sink in when I drove down to the little campsite. As far as I could tell, it still hadn’t been used since Ronda and I were here almost a year ago.
I drove down and showed Kelly how we set up the tent and put down the seats for the bed in the back of the bus. We finally paused and kissed for the first time since we got together. It was delicious. Kelly was as lithe and pliant as she’d been in high school. I thought she was going to come while we were kissing.
“You’ve gotten some good experience since we were last together,” she panted. “I could just about live on kisses like that.”
“One of my girlfriends says she’s never actually horny or wanting sex until we kiss. Then she wants to tear her clothes off and fuck right damn now,” I laughed.
“I’ll agree with that,” Kelly said. She pulled her jacket off and her shirt. “You’ll have to come and keep me warm now. My little nipples are aching.”
Kelly’s little nipples were rosy pink and she had freckles that cascaded down her boobs, right to the areolae. They were definitely stiff with the cold and I immediately went to work to warm them up in my mouth.
“You haven’t finished telling me about the first time in Ronda’s bed. Did you do her first?” Kelly asked as we stretched out and pulled a blanket over us.
“No. Chris was first. She was almost always first. When we’d all three kissed until we were panting, she threw a leg over me and settled down on my cock. It was unbelievable. So hot and wet and tight.”
“She got on top? That’s so hot. I’ve never been on top!”
“Well, as soon as I have a condom on, you’re welcome to.”
“Yes. But first, what did Ronda do while Chris was fucking you?”
“She was kissing us and she had a finger on Chris’s button to be sure she got off before I shot. It was a near thing, but she made it. We always abided by the rule you taught me. Girls always come first. That’s why before you straddle me and plant your sweet pussy on my cock, I’m going to tickle the inside of your thighs with my beard.”
I pulled Kelly’s jeans off with her panties and pushed those pale freckled legs apart. She welcomed me between them and I parted the flaming bush with my thumbs so I could get my tongue on her clit. One thing about Kelly, or maybe about the situation, was that she was ready right away. I had two fingers inside her, rubbing that area in her vagina that I first discovered with her while I licked and flicked her clit with my tongue. It was only a few minutes when Kelly shot off.
“Excuse me for not giving you a blowjob right away, but I really want your cock in my pussy and I don’t want to risk it going flat after your first come.”
“Honey, in your pussy is exactly where my cock wants to be.”
We got a condom on my cock and Kelly straddled me. I held my cock upright as she descended on it and felt myself sink into the girl I thought would be my first lover.
“Oh, God, Kelly. This is so good. I can’t believe we waited two years to get to this point.”
“Nate, if we’d gone through with this two years ago, I’d have tried to keep you to myself. I was already more than half in love with you and this would have finished it. I can’t believe I’ve never been on top before. Oh, yeah. Suck my titties.”
Making love with Kelly was like a dream. That lithe body wiggling on me was wonderful. She came and I rolled us over so I was on top and pounding into her.
“Yeah. Fuck. Pound me. Oh, fuck,” she panted. I reached between us and got my thumb on her clit. After a couple more flicks, she started coming again and brought me right along with her.
“I am so glad we have time to do this again once or twice,” she breathed.
It turned out we had time to do it several more times. I remembered how much she liked having her asshole played with while we were making love or while I was eating her. She sucked me almost all the way down her throat. We did doggy style and sixty-nined. If we could think of a position one of us had experienced, we did it.
“So, tell me about this photography stuff you’re doing,” she said as we ate our dinner, heated up on the grill.
I told her about how it had come about and how I developed a style that was popular among a set of models and my patrons. I said they were using us as a source for a movie they wanted to produce, so that was why we were going to Las Vegas for a month.
“I always wished I’d managed to take your picture. By the time I was really getting established, you kind of were gone and I had a lot to handle.”
“You could take it now, if you want,” she whispered.
I looked over at her. She’d slipped her jacket on but didn’t have anything else on. I just loved that freckled body and red hair. I took her hand and led her outside.
“I’ve been thinking about doing portraits in natural settings,” I said. “I staged one yesterday that turned out good. But it was still in the studio. So, I was coming out here today to capture some atmosphere to see if I could imagine a girl posing here. I can imagine it. If you’ll pose out here, I’d love to take your picture.”
“Looks like you chose a good place since no one else is around. Where do you want me?”
I grabbed my camera and we did several poses around the little woodlot. One of her just leaning against a tree with her jacket off one shoulder and her breast exposed was great. I spread a blanket for her under the tree and had her kneel on it, then I draped a lightweight blanket over her shoulders. She was appreciative of that because it still wasn’t more than sixty degrees out.
The light was fading and it was getting pretty chilly out. We did toilet things and then crawled back into the microbus and closed the door so we could pile blankets on us and get warm. Then we made love again.
Sunday morning, I got Kelly back in town early enough that she could continue on her interrupted trip and I could get to the hotel and shower before church. I met my family and we filled our pew to listen to Mom’s sermon. She really loved it when I carried Little Toni up to the front for the children’s story.
“How was your research trip yesterday?” Ronda asked.
“I think you’ll be blown away by some of the photos I took. I can’t wait to get them developed and printed,” I said.
“Pictures of nature? What?”
“A redheaded wood sprite showed up and made my trip into something different than I expected.”
“Redheaded… Wait! A girl joined you? I don’t know any redheads.”
“You did a couple of years ago. She was teaching me all about how to treat my girlfriends the first time I made love to them,” I said.
“Kelly? You saw Kelly? Did you… you know?”
“Yes. She was really thankful for all the things my girlfriends taught me about how to make love to her.”
“Damn! I wish I’d been there.”
“Kelly is pretty conservative about who she’s with, but I think she might have made an exception for you. Telling her about you and Chris turned her on as much as telling you and Chris about her turned you on.”
“And now you’ve completed that little episode. Or is she going to join us?” Ronda asked.
“No. I’m hoping she’ll come up to the studio and meet people and look at the photos, but she won’t be joining us. She’s trying to get a job in Huntertown or Dubuque where she can find a great guy to settle down with. I guess Allen was a bit of a disappointment,” I said.
“Oh, that’s too bad. I was hoping she’d have a happily ever after like we do. Except, I guess we got a heartbreak in the middle of it, too, didn’t we, honey?”
“Yeah. I keep thinking I’m over it now. I have four incredibly wonderful girlfriends and a goddaughter and six devoted assistants and life is everything I could want. Then something comes up—like telling Kelly about our first time—and I realize how much I still miss her.”
“It still hurts, but every day I’m thankful I have you.” She kissed me and we headed to the studio to take Patricia and Toni’s weekly photos. Kat came along and managed to get a naked Theresa to pose for her.
The next week was crazy. We had models every other day again and I was trying to keep up with printing the orders as quickly as possible. Chrystal needed to meet with us to go over all the plans we could possibly make. Everyone loved Kelly’s photos and had ideas of places they’d like to be photographed, so on the off days, we all loaded in Chrystal’s transporter and were carted to different locations where I photographed Anna, Patricia, Judy, Pris, and Debbie.
The Chicago girls didn’t know any local places and were a little thrown about taking pictures in the wild. They thought maybe they could pose at the Lincoln Park Zoo or the Museum of Science and Industry. We’d need to work on that. But Chrystal was on the job to find a location near Las Vegas each week where we could take a model and photograph her au naturel. She was busy on the phone.
We were doing more art photos and less portfolio work that week. The girls said they were there of their own free will, but were also up front about having been paid to be there as models and do whatever they were told. One made it quite clear that if I told her to suck my dick, she’d be on her knees.
We got some good photos, but we didn’t really make the kind of connections that would have led me to ask her to suck my dick. The girls were there to do as they were told and that was different than being seduced in to a situation. I didn’t feel bad about seducing a model. It was how we created a connection and made art. When the seduction was unnecessary, the connection didn’t gel.
I moved back home on Thursday. Dad needed help since Mom was in Springfield for Annual Conference. On Saturday, he was going down to join her and Kat needed to have me stay with her. I didn’t mind. She was spending a lot of time at the studio anyway. I’d glanced over to her corner on a couple of occasions and saw Julie, completely naked and sprawled out on a cot Kat had made up with some of my drapery. It was actually a really nice pose and I was tempted to go snap a photo of it. It was hard enough seeing Chris’s little sister naked in the studio without getting involved.
On Thursday, I came out of the darkroom and saw Brian stretched out in almost the same position. He wasn’t naked, or if he was, he was draped, but his eyes were absolutely feasting on all the naked girls running around the studio. That kid would have masturbation material to last for the next month!
I raised an eyebrow at Patricia, but she said it was all fine and everyone was being respectful.
I took all three girlfriends, the baby, and Kat to Huntertown that night for dinner and Patricia and Toni moved into my bedroom. She spent time with Kat during the day on Friday while there was a model at the studio instead of coming to the studio to help. I went over to the library after we were done for the day to meet them and both Patricia and Kat were taking turns reading in the summer kids’ program.
I sat down and absently picked up the Huntertown newspaper while I waited for them to finish up. Inside the paper near the back, just before the sports scores, there was an article with pictures of ten guys who had been inducted into the army from Hunter County that week. Four of the ten were black.
“Miss Ludwig, does the paper run this kind of article every week?” I asked our librarian.
“Well, we don’t have inductees from the county every week, but they started running that early this year. I think it coincided with the inauguration of President Nixon.”
“I’m curious about the demographics of our draft in this county. Do you suppose there is a way to get that information?”
Miss Ludwig questioned me about exactly what kind of information I wanted. When I explained my suspicions, she was shocked.
“This will be an interesting project for us, Nate. I’m not sure how to get this information yet, but I’ll find out. It does seem that having forty percent of our inductees black in a county that is scarcely fifteen percent black is out of line. Of course, it has to be averaged out over all the draftees in a year or more, but I’ll find out.”
“Thank you, Miss Ludwig.”
Saturday, Elizabeth arrived. Deke drove her out first thing in the morning.
“Go back to the hotel,” Patricia said. “Toni and I will stay with Kat. You know we all get along great. You haven’t seen Elizabeth in a month. Take her to the hotel.”
I did. It was so wonderful to be back in Beth’s arms. It seemed like forever after having been together nearly full time for nine months.
“Gah! This term was terrible! And having the last four weeks without you to let off steam with made it even worse. I’ve missed you so much!”
“Believe me, I’ve missed you, too. There have been so many times when we were talking about the plans for Las Vegas when I’ve wanted to turn to you and find out what you thought about things. And it’s only two weeks until we leave!”
“I can’t believe I’ve missed so much of the prep time. Will I be able to work with everyone?” Beth asked.
“You know everyone except my three Tenbrook model/assistants, Judy, Pris, and Debbie. I don’t think you’ll have any problem working with them. Mostly it’s going to be figuring out what everyone does and how we coordinate things. I’ve missed you so much.” I kissed her and she melted into my arms. Then she pushed back and looked at me.
“You’ll never believe what has happened!” she said. I shook my head. “I’ve been spending weekends at home since you weren’t around to play with. It seems Mums and Papa have taken a boarder. You know the house has plenty of bedrooms. There’s always been an empty between Valerie’s room and their room. Well, now it’s not empty.”
“That seems so strange that they’d take someone in. Do you think they’re having withdrawal from their little girls moving out?”
“I think it might be more significant than that. Do you know who they’re renting to? Adele Peterson!”
“The lesbian dominatrix?” I asked. Adele had come to the studio to get a photo she could use to seduce the woman she wanted as a slave. She did not want me to touch her, though she wanted to tease unmercifully. I gave it right back to her and ultimately, we printed a large picture of her that she could use to dominate her prey.
“Yes! And I believe my mother is her sub!”
“Oh, my God. And I thought having Sylvia show her pictures to my patron and then have him fly off the handle and get himself killed was bad. I had no idea Adele wanted a photo to enslave your mother! Your father will come after me with his shotgun.”
“I don’t think so. He seems to be playing the game, too. Of course, they were being discreet when I was home, but it was still pretty obvious that something was up. My mother can be pretty submissive, but she isn’t a shrinking violet. If anything, she’s a proud submissive. My father, on the other hand, is not at all submissive. So, when my father is sitting in the lounge with a drink and a cigar and turns to Adele and says, ‘You can go to bed now,’ and she jumps up and leaves the room with Mums following right behind her, I’m thinking Papa is on top of this thing, so to speak,” Beth said.
“I had no idea that was what was going down. I mean when I did that photo session with Adele, she said she wanted the photo to seduce her sub. She also said she’d been referred by someone who knew my work. And that her sub knew she was going to be seduced. I never connected the dots that they were all one and the same.”
“You mean you think my mother sent Adele to get the picture she’d use to seduce her with? I’m even getting confused. Who’s the sub?”
“I don’t know. I’m glad it’s not you.”
My whole family—well, except Mom and Dad—were in church in the morning. Kat sat with the five of us and held Toni through most of the service. I took everyone out to lunch in Huntertown so we wouldn’t make a mess of the house or the kitchen. Patricia and Kat had cleaned everything on Saturday. After the Sunday afternoon ritual of Patricia and Toni photos, all the girlfriends went their own way. Beth and Anna had a lot of catching up to do. Toni’s grandparents wanted time with her and Patricia. Ronda was sleeping, which was typical of her when she had her period.
Kat and I sat at home and played a couple of games, then turned TV on. We had our ice cream and our cereal, wondering when Mom and Dad would get back. It was seven o’clock when the two cars pulled in. Of course, we got up and gave hugs to the returning parents, but something didn’t seem right.
“Kids,” Mom said. Dad was beside her with his arm around her. “There’s no way to say this but to just tell you straight out. We’re moving.”
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