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Business as Usual
“Lorraine” by smmartynenko, ID504847912 licensed from Shutterstock.com.
SATURDAY, I was in the studio ready for Adele and Nadia to come in for a sitting. At ten o’clock, Adele arrived. No Nadia.
“Adele, welcome to Attic Allure. Are you okay? I expected you to be with Nadia.”
“Keep your dick in your pants. She isn’t coming,” Adele groused.
“We don’t have to do this. It’s okay,” I said.
“Oh, I want to do it. Of course, I wanted Nadia to do it, too, but Jordan has other plans for her today.”
“Is everything okay?”
“Yes. When the master calls, he has priority. I know very well that I’m not the queen of the house. I’m happy with it most of the time. But lately, Jordan’s been… um… a little more perky than he used to be. I think he got some kind of drug or hormone shot. Anyway, when he gets this way, I’m getting a pussy milkshake later.”
“I uh… see. I don’t really need to know any more than that. What would you like for a photo today—within the restrictions that we obviously have?”
“I want… Oh, shit! I want you to talk me into it,” she said. “Talk me into getting naked and going into the darkroom with you to develop sexy photos and doing everything we’ve ever done in a darkroom. Really, Nate. Of all the men I’ve met, I think you and Jordan are the only ones I trust and for all that he likes me to play with Nadia and likes to watch it, he’s really old fashioned about where he puts his dick. Even if I get it hard, he’s going to stick it in Nadia.”
I had to consider what she was saying. I’d known Adele for four years and took the photo that got her to seduce Nadia and make her a slave—no matter what restrictions that included. When I met her, Adele hadn’t wanted me to touch her at all. The last time I’d photographed both her and Nadia, she wanted to be fucked, just like Nadia. But apparently, Jordan wasn’t up to that. Well, it would all start with photos and talking Adele out of her clothes. And I needed to work fairly fast before she bolted out the door.
“Adele, let’s make a couple of adjustments to your makeup. Come into the dressing room with me, dear.” I led her into the dressing room and started working on her makeup, a touch that she was actually ready to relax into. I looked at the rather plain sleeveless top she was wearing and took her to the portrait setting, having her sit up on the stool. “I want to capture something in you that I’ve seen fleeting glimpses of. Inside you there is a beautiful and sweet girl. I want to see that girl come to life. She’s playful and sexy, but also a little shy. Let’s start with that killer smile I know you have waiting inside here,” I said as I tickled the corner of her mouth.
The smile came and when it reached her eyes, I started taking pictures.
Before long, I talked her out of her shirt and put a sexy thin top on her that showed her through the fabric. As I was working with her, I continued touching her, positioning her shoulders, and lifting her chin. She gradually began to relax and lean into my touches rather than shrinking away from them. She’d come to the studio for this, but it still took her a while to accept it.
“Adele, I think you’ve been getting prettier since you started seducing Nadia. Even these luscious breasts seem somehow more attractive. And that’s saying something because they have always been damned nice.”
“It’s all the girlie stuff we do,” Adele sighed. “Nadia is big into spas and having our nails and makeup done. And massages. Oh, my Lord. We have this one masseuse who can electrify every nerve ending in my body, you know?”
I moved a bed into the scene and put up a standard bedroom drop behind it. Then I picked Adele up and carried her to it. She was so comfortable by this time that she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into her for a kiss that extended for quite a while after I’d laid her down on the bed. I continued to pet her breasts and down her stomach.
“You know I’m going to take your panties now,” I whispered as I continued to kiss and caress her.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Take anything you want. I’m yours.”
“What I want is the most seductive pose you’ve got. I want to see you asking me to take you. Convince me, darling. You know what you want. Show me what it is.”
Adele squirmed on the bed, trying several different positions that I photographed, stopping between them to touch and kiss her. Ultimately, she ended in a layback position with her back arched and her arms outstretched. I took the picture and then lifted her from the bed and carried her to the dressing room where I continued to kiss and love on her.
“Can we go to the darkroom?” she whispered. “It’s a perfect place. I want you there with no clothes on.”
“Let me get that last roll of film out of the camera,” I said. “Get your little ass in the darkroom and I’ll join you in a moment.”
She darted into the darkroom and I got the film from the camera and the two other rolls I’d shot, then joined her. I started by getting the first roll into the developer tank and starting it stirring.
“You’re not naked,” she whispered.
“That’s your job,” I said. “I got you naked. If you want me naked, you’ll need to do it yourself.”
It was a challenge and Adele had to commit to what she wanted in order to continue. She was tentative at first and then almost frantic as she got me out of my clothes while I agitated the tank. When she’d pulled my jeans down, I turned away from her and put the new film strips on the enlarger to make a contact print. Then I got the next roll in the tank. I handed it to Adele.
“You need to keep agitating this while I get the proof exposed and in the developer tray. I’ll be kind of busy getting this processed.”
“But…” Adele had gotten worked up and now was a little flustered that I wasn’t just focused on having sex with her. But as soon as she started turning the crank on the developer tank, I pushed her down in the chair and got between her legs. I started licking at her sweet spot and when she stopped turning the crank, I stopped licking.
“You have to keep agitating the film or I can’t agitate your clit,” I said.
She went back to working the crank. I jumped up and moved the photo from the developer to the stop bath. Then I took the tank from her, flushed it, and got the last roll in it. Once the tank was filled and ready, I handed it to her and she started turning the crank. I didn’t return to her honeypot, even though she sat with her legs spread nearly in the splits. I cut the negs and set them up for a contact print on the enlarger. As soon as that was done, I moved the previous print to the fix bath and paused a moment to caress Adele and give her a kiss. Then I returned to the enlarger and removed the next proof sheet to the developer.
When I took the film tank from Adele she reached for me almost desperately, whining. I rinsed the film, cut it, and put it on the enlarger. Before I turned the light on, I moved the previous print to the stop bath. I turned the enlarger lamp on and moved the first sheet from the fix bath to rinse at the sink.
Adele was on her knees, attempting to hold me in one place with the suction of her mouth on the center of my universe. Unfortunately, I had to turn to the enlarger, move the last proof to the developer and the previous one to the fix bath.
I’d made it all look like it needed my dedicated attention, but as soon as the last sheet was in the developer, I pulled Adele to me and kissed her. She hungrily met my tongue with her own. I kept that going until I needed to switch one print to the stop bath and rinse the second one. Once it was on a drying plate and squeegeed off, I moved the last print to the fix bath. I turned to Adele.
“What is it you really want now?” I asked as I kissed and caressed her, stroking between her legs to be sure she was actually as turned on as she was acting.
“You. I want you, Nate. I didn’t know I could ever want a man. I need you in me.”
I rinsed and plated the last proof sheet and turned back to her, pulling her into my arms and lifting her against me. I turned to press her butt against the sink as I stepped back and tore a condom open. Then I stepped back up to her and she wrapped her legs around me as I pressed into her.
And then I felt her shaking and sobbing against me.
“Adele?”
“I’m coming!” she sobbed. “You’re in my pussy and I’m coming! I didn’t know that was possible!”
I’ve had several women who climaxed while we were fucking but I didn’t think I’d ever had one crying her heart out while she came. It didn’t really slow my own approach to fulfillment. It was good and I just held Adele in my arms as we came down from our orgasms and I slipped out of her.
We chose the print Adele wanted and I made the enlargement. We fooled around a lot during the process, but we were both pretty satisfied by that time. She left to join Jordan and Nadia to see a show that evening, and seemed pretty happy about it all.
Sunday morning, we all went to That Scottish Café for breakfast and had a good time with the Marshes. I think Jordan just wanted to spend more time with Toni. The little girl had him wrapped around her finger as she explained what each of the things on his breakfast plate were and that she was eating big girl scones. They left for Chicago soon after breakfast and we all settled in for another week of everyday life in Stratford. That included two photo sessions with actresses who were pretty excited to get their Attic Allure photos.
The bell rang on the front door Wednesday morning, and two fellows in suits asked Ronda if they could see me. I left the darkroom and came out to find them seated on a couple of chairs in the studio. I dried my hands on a towel and offered to shake with each of them.
“Hello, gentlemen. Welcome to Attic Allure. How can I help you this morning?”
“Mr. Hart, I’m Agent Harris. This is Agent Smith. I know that sounds shady, but it’s really his name,” the first guy said.
The agents held out their wallets with FBI badges inside. Agent Harris was about what you’d expect from an FBI agent. A little taller than me. Blonde hair in a crewcut. Looked solid and definitely had a bulge under his left arm. Smith was a little shorter, stocky, and black. His head was buzzed. Both took off their sunglasses as if it was an afterthought.
“I’m sure you know that we have no authority in Canada and therefore, we have no plans to investigate you. I understand you are going to start alternative service in September.”
“Yes, sir. September first. Is there a problem with that?”
“Not at all. It’s a little unusual,” Harris went on. “You could fight that whole classification and avoid service without running to Canada.”
“I haven’t run to Canada. This is our summer home and I take photos for the Festival. I’ll be back in Chicago before the first.”
“I gathered that from your speech on the Fourth of July. Do you plan to stay in your Chicago apartment at that time?”
“No. Our lease expires the first and the landlord has already sublet the apartment to new tenants who agreed to sign a regular lease on the first. We worked out an arrangement with the landlord to leave the apartment furnished. Patricia handled most of the contact with the landlord. I can call her in if you’d like to speak to her.”
“That won’t be necessary. Do you know where you’ll be living yet?”
“My new boss, Mr. Martin at the State Department, suggested that we could stay in the Chicago area. We’re carrying on a remote search for a house or apartment for our family.”
“You have an agent? Good. So, you’ve been up here all summer?”
“Except for the week of the Fourth, as you apparently already know. I went from the rally in Huntertown to a hotel at O’Hare. Then I flew to LA for six days before I flew back to Chicago. Ronda picked me up at the airport and we came straight here because I had a photoshoot scheduled the next morning.” I paused and tried to make sense of what these people were asking. I figured maybe I had to be investigated before I took the job for the State Department. “I don’t mind answering your questions, but could you tell me what this is all about?”
“If you’d answer one more question, I’ll tell you all about what we’re actually investigating. Are there witnesses outside your family who will attest to you being here in town this past Sunday?”
“We had breakfast with friends at That Scottish Café Sunday morning. Then we just lazed around for the afternoon. I worked in the studio here because I had a client Monday morning.”
“That’s good enough for me.” Agent Harris was the only one of the two men who had spoken so far. Smith just sat there with a notebook. Smith nodded at Harris. “We’re investigating Clyde Warren and believe he might have something more personal in mind before he’s finished with you.”
“Crap! He’s done everything he could to get me drafted or get my deferment in college canceled. He managed to get my best friend drafted and killed in Vietnam. Then he threw around a bunch of accusations during the sheriff’s race in Hunter County this spring. What else is he planning?” I asked.
“Your apartment building in Chicago burned Sunday night,” Smith said. “Two people are dead. Both were living in your former residence.”
“A fire? In a brick apartment building?” I gasped.
“Pretty much gutted the building. I would guess the owner will have it knocked down and something new built if his insurance covers arson,” Smith continued.
“Arson! You think Warren set the fire?”
“We’re trying to track him down, but it seems he jumped bail.”
“I didn’t know he’d been arrested.”
“Your speech on Independence Day made its way to our office and the boss wanted to know why the draft board and this Warren fellow hadn’t been officially investigated. We arrested Warren ten days ago and he was arraigned in Federal District Court on charges of Malfeasance and Abuse of Authority. He was released on bond and immediately disappeared. Have you seen him here in Stratford?”
“No, sir. But you can bet we’ll be watching for him.”
Burned our apartment building? Unbelievable. Just looking at all the props and scenery in the studio, I knew our little home and business could go up in smoke in minutes. It was a frame building, not the bricks of the six-story apartment building. My family wasn’t safe! Maybe my parents and sister weren’t safe either!
“We don’t think he’s coming this way,” Harris said, taking the conversation back as Smith started writing in his notebook again. “But it was considered enough of a possibility that we were sent to coordinate with local and provincial police and to inform you of the possibility.”
“I guess I’m thankful for that. Is there anything we can do?”
“Your cooperation is all we’re asking. I don’t think Warren will follow you to Canada. He must have assumed you were still in the Chicago apartment. Since names have not yet been released regarding the dead and injured, he probably believes he got you. That means he’ll head for South America someplace where we don’t have an extradition treaty. Things are a little shaky on those grounds with Canada because they’ve made no secret about their shielding draft dodgers. The government specifically decided not to pursue extradition of any selective service violators in Canada so we could maintain extradition possibilities of real criminals.”
“They say there are draft dodgers up here, but I’ve never met one. Not that I wasn’t prepared to run if I was drafted into the military. But that isn’t necessary now. It’s just our summer home.”
“Chile or Costa Rica are his most likely destinations. Even Mexico hasn’t signed a treaty yet. The Canadian treaty has been signed, but isn’t actually in effect yet. They consider themselves a kind of sanctuary for political refugees from the US. It makes no difference to me personally. As an employee of the US Government, I’m not allowed to go out and protest. You won’t be either once you sign your papers with the State Department.”
“I’ve been informed. That’s why we did the big rally in July, and no mention was made of where I’d be doing my alternative service.”
“I don’t much agree with your position,” Smith said. “I wouldn’t be out protesting regardless. I am, however, unhappy that the Vietnam crisis was used by this turkey to target men of color. The couple killed in Chicago were Asian. If the final investigation shows what we think, the charges will include those we already had him on, plus violation of the Civil Rights Act, arson, and murder. Once we have him, he’ll never see the light of day again.”
“I’ll look forward to hearing that.”
“We’re headed back to our own jurisdiction now,” Harris said. “Here’s my card. If you see anything suspicious, please give me a call. And here is the card of the local police. They’ve been informed of who we are looking for and of the potential threat against your family. I’m sure they’d respond quickly.”
“Thank you for coming by, Agents. I appreciate the warning.”
I called my parents that evening and told them about the fire and the visit from the agents. They confirmed they’d been on the rotation of people in the area visited by the FBI shortly after my speech in Huntertown, but were shocked that Warren was now wanted for arson as well as his role at the draft board.
As it turned out, they were planning to leave for the airport the next day. Kat and Julie were going to drive them to Chicago from Sage and get them on the plane. Then the two girls were continuing up to Stratford while Mom and Dad went to visit Naomi in Germany. We talked for a while and I asked them to give Naomi my love.
I didn’t really sleep well that night. Every sound in the store or apartment brought me awake and I’d lie there for hours just listening to find out if the sound was repeated. At one point, I thought I smelled smoke and got up to investigate, but lost the scent immediately. I finally made coffee and sat at the kitchen table until Toni got up at her usual six o’clock in the morning. We sat in the living room and read for an hour while I let my wives sleep.
Thursday, I had a photoshoot appointment with Lorraine Vincent and I wasn’t really up for it.
“Lorraine, welcome to Attic Allure,” I greeted the brown-haired beauty.
“Thank you, Nate. I’m looking forward to this. Everyone has recommended the experience,” she said brightly.
“I need to warn you that I’m a little off today. I didn’t sleep last night. If you’d like to reschedule, I understand. I’ll try to do my best with you, but if I start getting absent, I’ll be the one who has to reschedule,” I said.
“Oh, let’s see where it goes. If you aren’t comfortable or I’m not getting what I want out of it, we can postpone until later. But I’m all freshly washed, shaved, and coifed. It would be a shame to waste it.”
I had to laugh at that a little. She was really quite beautiful, as nearly all my models were. She was slender, but had a pretty large bosom she was supporting on her chest. It was going to be an interesting session—especially when she leaned in close to me and whispered, “I can usually pique a guy’s interest when I want to.”
Well, I didn’t doubt that!
She wore a shiny black pantsuit that fit like a second skin. I could see the outline of a bra under the top, but I didn’t think it would be visible in the photo. I pulled a neutral gray backdrop down and set up the stool for a portrait.
She had light brown hair. Her makeup was nicely done and she didn’t attempt to hide the little round beauty spot on her upper lip. It added an element of naturalism to her appearance, which was threatened by the unmoving profile of her breasts. She had a look, in fact, that I felt would be better in Hollywood than on stage.
We got good portraits for her portfolio and I removed the stool, having her stand in various poses as I went through another roll of film.
Then I started loosening her clothes, first pulling the top open to reveal her black bra beneath. I pulled the sleeve off her arm and just looked on that majestic bosom. I took a couple of pictures and then put my arms around her to remove her bra as she pressed herself tightly to me. When she stepped back there was absolutely no change in her breasts. They were exactly the same gravity-defying shape as when held by her bra.
“Lovely,” I said.
“I don’t suppose you have any experience with enhanced breasts,” Lorraine said. “Your girlfriends are obviously all natural. You can give them a squeeze to see what they’re like.”
“Very nice,” I said as I took advantage of her offer. “Very much like my actress friend in Over Exposure. She had hers done before she went to Hollywood. I guess it paid off. I handed her resume to the director and he cast her the next day.”
“You handed her resume to a director in Hollywood? How did you happen to manage that?”
“I met her and took her picture while on a plane to Los Angeles. We had a production team meeting and I discovered the director hadn’t cast the role yet. I gave him her pictures and he called her in for a screentest the next day.”
“But that would mean you were on the production team,” she said, pushing her slacks down over her ass. It was so nicely shaped, I almost asked if she’d had it done as well.
“I’m the photographer for the movie,” I said. “Not the cinematographer. I just took all the production stills.”
“What do you think of me?” she asked, pulling my hands to her, and placing one back on her breast and one on her butt. “Would I make the grade?”
“You’re very good looking. Can you act?”
“Yes, but I don’t think I’d need to act with you. You’re a turn-on. If you want to shoot a scene with me, we can send it to your producer.” She pulled my hand down between her legs as I got her positioned for the next shot. Yes, she was getting wet.
“A scene?” I said. Then I figured out what she was talking about. Blame it on a sleepless night. “Lorraine, we don’t do porn. I don’t have sex with my clients. I don’t have sex in the studio.”
“I thought you said… a movie…”
“It’s legitimate. Released a year ago in theatres everywhere. It’s grossed nearly one and a half million. It’s not porn.”
I took more pictures as she digested what I’d said. I had to encourage her to relax her face and not concentrate so hard. It seemed she was having a harder time accepting what I said than I’d had figuring her out. I adjusted her position again and she spread her legs.
“I’d still sleep with you, you know,” she said. “If you could get me a role in a real movie. I’m never going to make it past a minor role on stage. I really need to get into movies.”
“I thought you played Goneril in King Lear. That’s not a minor role.”
“I’m her understudy. That means I rehearse the part and practice, but I’ll never play more than her lady-in-waiting.”
“Well, you still don’t need to have sex with me. I’m happy to forward your resume and portfolio to the producer. Why don’t we change your costume and get some pictures of you in another setting. We’ll have a nice selection to send off to Frank and Reg,” I said.
I picked her up and carried her to the dressing room. She’d brought a nice silk sheath dress that had a front panel of sheer lace with a vine that started as a belt and crawled up between her breasts. We returned to the studio and I pulled a kind of soft-focus sylvan glade drop out to put behind her.
Of course, in the next forty minutes or so, she ended up naked again, eager to show off her body in any position I put her. She also took every opportunity to put my hands where she wanted them and to stroke the bulge in my jeans.
When I finally got her to the dressing room and got her dressed, I held the door so she could leave.
“Bring your resume by when you come to look at the proofs next week. We’ll select prints to send to the producer.”
“Oh, thank you! Thank you!”
She kissed me, trying to ram her tongue down my throat. I gave her a little push toward the door and then returned to the dressing room. I stretched out on the couch and just went to sleep.
I was in the darkroom getting Lorraine’s photos processed when Kat and Julie arrived Friday. I finished up my things and went out to greet the truly lovely young couple. The two of them just glowed as they held hands.
“I love you, big brother!” Kat said.
“I love you, too,” Julie said. “I want to keep you as my brother-in-law!” She turned from hugging me and kissed Kat deeply.
“I guess this is as close as we’ll get to that,” I laughed as I grabbed a suitcase and led them upstairs. I started to take it into the first guest room.
“That one’s mine. You need to put it in the other guest room,” Kat said.
I looked at the two girls and raised an eyebrow. They were both giggling.
“We need to get used to having separate rooms and just sneaking into each other’s room late at night,” Julie said.
“I don’t think I get it.”
“We all went up to visit the Hannitys last month. I mean all of us as in Julie and me, Mom and Dad, and Mr. and Mrs. Evans. Everyone wanted to check out our living arrangements in Minneapolis. Rachel’s parents are really nice, and you wouldn’t believe their house,” Kat explained.
“Rachel was there, too, and said to give you all her love,” Julie said.
“Mr. and Mrs. Hannity showed us our new rooms. They’re next door to each other and are very nice. Rachel is just across the hall. Mr. and Mrs. Hannity are on the third floor,” Kat said.
“Third floor? How big is this place?”
“Huge! We aren’t on the lake side of the house,” Julie said. “That would be too cool. But the whole lower level looks out on the parkway and across to Lake of the Isles. Rachel explained to us the importance of having separate rooms because parents—our parents—are all nervous about us being roommates and what that really means.”
“Besides, she said that there might be times we need private space to entertain a guest. As if,” Kat laughed. Julie was quiet. “So, that means we have to sneak into each other’s room at night and sneak back before anyone is awake in the morning. It will be fun.”
“Okay. So, Kat in that room and Julie in this one. I’ll be keeping an eye on you two,” I said in what I thought was a stern fatherly tone.
“Oh! I’ll… um… leave the door open a crack,” Julie said, blushing.
I thought it was better to leave that conversation and get everyone ready for an early dinner so we could see She Stoops to Conquer afterward.
Our friends were all happy to see Julie and Kat at the restaurant after the show. Kathleen took charge of introducing Kat to Anita and encouraging Anita to sit for a portrait while Kat was here.
“Is it the same as sitting for a portrait with Nate?” Anita asked with an evil smirk.
“Having been posed by both of them, I can say everything is the same except that after Kat gets you all charged up from posing you, then you have to hold the pose for fifteen or twenty minutes until she decides to move you around again,” Julie said.
“And since Julie and I both posed for Kat and Nate, I can confirm what she said,” Kathleen added.
“How old are you?” Anita asked.
“Sunday, I’ll be seventeen.”
“I’ll sit for you on Monday.”
Kat and Julie saw another show on Saturday. Toni wanted to take Kat to ride horsies on her birthday, so we spent a nice afternoon at the stable. Monday morning, we went to That Scottish Café for breakfast and met up with Kathleen, Anita, and Damien.
“Nate might do some photos while we’re working, too, but he can’t disturb you while you’re posed,” Kat instructed Anita. “If he gets in the way, Julie will distract him. Right?”
“I do want a new photo, Nate. Do you mind?”
“Of course not, Julie. Kat warned me that she’d want a photo of the two of you together,” I said.
“Yes, but that will be a lot tamer. We agreed that we wouldn’t do an all-nude photo together,” Julie said.
“It’s just too freaky. It’s hard enough just to photograph you that way. Thank you for the consideration.”
“I’m not Christine, Nate,” Julie said. “I’m not as free with my love as she was, nor am I as stupid as she is.” The last came out with a little more venom than I think she intended.
“Is everything okay?”
“I’m not sure what you mean. Her husband is a jerk and now that she’s ballooning up with her pregnancy, he’s constantly prowling around for a bit on the side. He actually suggested that it was an appropriate role for a sister to fulfill. If Chris thought she was a pervert for the way she behaved with you and Ronda, it’s nothing compared to what she married.”
“Crap. I’m so sorry to hear that,” I said. Ronda was scowling.
“She’s not our problem,” Ronda hissed. “She made it clear that this was the life she wanted. I’m sad if that means she’s unhappy or saddled with a crappy husband, but it’s what she chose. She knows how to get out of it.”
“I just… I mean… Thank you for not judging me by her behavior. I don’t know if I’m a lesbian or bi-sexual or what I am, but I know I fell in love with Kat and I’m so thankful her brother and sisters-in-law accept me with her.”
“If we ever act like we’re judging you on the basis of your sister, please speak up. I’m not much of a Christian, but I’ll still abide by Mom’s mantra. ‘I was called to minister, not to judge.’ I guess I was called to take pictures. But still, not to judge. My life wouldn’t stand up to the standards most people would judge me on.”
“I wish Mom always acted like that,” Kat said. “I still get the feeling that she’s judging me for my relationship with Julie. She just doesn’t say anything. I know she’s praying for some guy to come along and sweep me off my feet and leave Julie behind. I’ll never do that.”
“You two are always welcome up here,” Kathleen said. “I’m not speaking for your brother and his family, but you have friends here who will never judge you.”
“Thank you,” both girls said.
“We’re moving to Minneapolis,” Julie continued. “We even allowed enough time to take the scenic route from here. We’ve got two weeks before we promised to be in Minneapolis. So, we’re on a road trip.”
“We want you to go over our maps with us, Nate. You’ve tripped enough to know some things better than we do.”
“Be careful how you use that term,” I laughed. “It takes longer for Kat to exhaust a model than it does for me. We’d better get to the studio and get started.”
Anita was surprised by Kat’s methods and I was kind of amazed at how much she’d progressed in getting exactly what she wanted from her model. She started with several warmups, as she called them. Anita sat on my portrait stool and Kat sketched out a huge and fast drawing on a sheet of newsprint. The sheet was really as big as a newspaper page and Kat sketched each pose in about a minute and a half. Then she’d approach Anita and reposition her slightly, then rip off another sketch. After about ten or fifteen of those, I noticed Anita’s clothes coming loose. Kat was preparing her for a nude sketch with hardly a word between them.
“I try not to get jealous when I see her with another model,” Julie whispered to me as I moved a new backdrop into place. “I know she falls in love with every model. Not for long, but she’ll be thinking about Anita until we reach Minneapolis. Each night, she’ll be refining the sketch and laying in the colors. If she finishes a painting, she’ll go to another of her sketches and do it again. When she has the perfect one, she’ll put it aside and she’ll be all mine again.”
“My girlfriends put up with the same thing,” I said. “I believe you are a unique person to be able to see the process and the art taking shape.”
“Will you photograph me now? Just to take my mind off Anita?”
“Sure.”
The studio was big enough that I could shoot Julie without being in Kat’s direct line of sight. I pulled one of the flats John had painted to use as a backdrop. It was a very worn but fancy wall—like it had been taken from a house that really needed to be painted, but it had all the fancy doodads that said it was really a mansion. There was a large fake mirror in the wall and I wasn’t sure how well I’d get photographs in it. By ‘fake’ mirror, I mean it had a sheet of shiny silver material in a frame, but the shine was toned down, scratched, and looked like it was covered with dust. As a result, the amount of reflection from it was cut to a quarter of what a real mirror would be. From the right angle, I could see her somewhat distorted reflection, but as long as I didn’t shine a light directly on it, I didn’t get any glare.
We continued to take some pictures, but I wasn’t getting what I knew the girls would want. I led Julie to the dressing room.
“I’m going to get a dress for you that will show off your curves,” I said. “It will go better with the backdrop I’ve chosen. Just wait here and I’ll find the one I’m looking for.”
“Okay.”
I went out to where Judy had brought over a selection of dresses from the theatre and found the one I thought I’d seen. It was green and off the shoulder with a slit up the side nearly to her hip. I grabbed the jewelry box we’d brought from Chicago and hauled the two items into the dressing room.
“I think this is what we want in order to make a stunning photo,” I said. Then I looked up. Julie was completely naked, standing calmly in the middle of the room. Oh, my God!
I’d always considered Christine to be the most beautiful woman in the world to me. I knew, of course, that both Ronda and Patricia were objectively more beautiful and Anna was just as good-looking. But Christine’s image was tinted by my vision and my love. Seeing her sister, standing naked and waiting for me in the dressing room made the memories of Chris pale by comparison. Julie was truly a model.
“I wasn’t expecting you to be quite so far ahead of me,” I breathed. “You’re really beautiful, Julie.”
“Thank you, Nate. Do you need to adjust my makeup? Dress me? Undress me? I’m in your hands.”
“You know, I still feel a little uncomfortable about being with my former girlfriend’s sister and my sister’s girlfriend. I hope you don’t have too high expectations.”
“Kat and I have talked about it a lot. You know, we’re starting a new adventure in Minneapolis with the two of us. We might date guys. Neither of us think we’re 100% lesbian. I always get turned on when you’re around. I have ever since I spied on you and Christine in front of the TV. But… I really think I love Kat enough to be with her my whole life.”
“I hope that’s true,” I said, pulling the dress over her head and smoothing it down over her breasts and hips. She caught my hand and held it against her bare breast.
“Danny touched me like this. We were really too young and I wasn’t particularly into it. Except you know Danny. He’s still a fashion plate. He liked to squeeze my breasts, but then he just drifted away and started squeezing any breasts that came to hand. I like your touch. It’s really like Kat’s.”
“Let’s try this necklace on you,” I said, withdrawing my hand from her gorgeous tit.
The necklace I chose was a snake. It looped around her neck, but was open in front, the head an inch from the tail. I don’t think I chose that for any symbolism, but Julie wasn’t the only one getting a little turned on.
I led her back to our setting and noticed Kat had Anita fully nude and draped in a couple of bits of fabric as she reclined on the fainting couch. Anita looked blissful.
Julie and I started poses and photos again. After each photo, I touched her and moved her. She pulled the slit of the dress up to her waist, exposing the supple curve of her ass. The one shoulder strap slipped down her arm and her breasts were exposed. I petted the exposed flesh and rubbed the nipple to stiffness as she sighed. I continued taking pictures until the dress was merely a pool of green fabric at her feet and she stood in front of the mirror completely naked.
I moved in and picked her up to carry to the dressing room and dress.
She clung to me and pulled my hand and then my lips to her breasts. I sat with her on the couch and we kissed. I parted her lower lips with my finger and stroked through the ample moisture.
“It might not be time yet,” she whispered. “Kat and I need to get more established—more stable in our relationship. I think we’re going to last a very long time. And when Kat and I are ready to start a family, we’ll come to you to impregnate me. We should make love a few times before that, but we have years to do that.”
“Uh… That is… I don’t know what to say.”
“If you get me pregnant when we’re ready, it will be almost like Kat did it herself. Our baby would have her family’s blood in its veins and not some stranger. This is really nice, but I should get dressed now.”
I left her in the dressing room.
Anita and Kat were finished for the day when I came out of the dressing room. Anita was looking over Kat’s shoulder at the drawing. It was incredible. She’d captured something very special. Julie approached, too. Kat looked up at her and the immediate smile of pure joy on both their faces was something I wished I’d captured on film.
“Nate, would you mind taking Anita to get dressed?” Kat asked. “I need to spend time with my love.”
She didn’t wait for me to answer. She and Julie headed upstairs. I didn’t think there would be any sneaking between rooms tonight. They wouldn’t need to.
I picked up Anita and grabbed her clothes, then took her to the dressing room.
“Your sister is every bit as good at getting what she wants from a model as you are,” Anita sighed, kissing me. I sat with her on my lap and I renewed my acquaintance with her boobs and her smoothly shaved pussy. “She actually got me off once while she was posing me. It took me completely by surprise. I was in about this position,” she said, dislodging me form the couch and stretching out on it. “She put an arm around my shoulders, like this.” She pulled my arm around her shoulders. “Then she stroked down over my body with her other hand. It was electric. She paused at my nipples to stimulate them, then again at my stomach. Then, she let her hand drift down to my cleft. Yes, just there. I didn’t realize I was so wet. Do you feel how wet I am? She paused there long enough to… yes, there… to ring the devil’s doorbell. Ring it, Nate. Just a little more. Yes!”
I stimulated Anita’s clitoris until she clenched in a spasm gasping her orgasm. She lay in my arms panting, then pushed herself upright. She reached over and patted my stiff cock.
“I’d feel bad about leaving you in this condition, but I know there are others waiting for us to finish so they can enjoy it,” she said. “Thank you so much for introducing me to your sister. I think I learned a little about how I should be treating Kathleen. Bye now.”
She began pulling her clothes on and I left the dressing room. The studio was quiet and I couldn’t hear anything from the store. I turned to clear the stage of my background prop and to my surprise found Adrienne sitting in a chair waiting for me.
Oh my! It was Monday!
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