Full Frame
12
New Models
People were getting kind of squirrelly at school as we got closer to our first real break of the year for Thanksgiving. The halls had been decorated—especially down in the elementary section. The junior high choir had a concert. And I got a really sweet photo of Anna helping a kindergartener who had wandered upstairs and got lost. Seemed like everyone was looking for her. There was an announcement over the PA asking everyone to check their classrooms and closets. We found her right in front of the mugshot poster. Anna picked her up and held a hastily chalked sign that said, “M. Anderson, Truant.” Then Mrs. Abernathy took the girl and led her back to her class.
Anna and I went to the game Friday night, but I sat on the floor in front of the stage for half the game. Miss Sullivan was right about it being a much better vantage point to catch action right under the hoop. I also got a great picture of one of the guys shooting a jump shot. He looked like he was three feet off the floor.
And then we went to the dance after the game and had a bitchin’ time bouncing and rocking. They ended the dance at 11:00 with Dusty Springfield singing “You Don’t Have to Say You Love Me.” I almost fell into Anna’s eyes as we held each other and danced. She sang along with the music and I just wanted to freeze that moment forever. She was really telling me she loved me.
We walked to her home after the dance, holding hands and sometimes we’d just stop and start dancing some more on the street. When we got to her porch, she hugged me so tight I thought she’d break my ribs. And then she kissed me on the cheek. I put my lips on her cheek and then she opened the door and stepped inside.
So close. We were less than a month away from her birthday. What difference could it make? Anna was always so willing to hold hands or to have our arms around each other. Everything we did together was fun. We talked and laughed and danced. We did everything but kiss and it was getting really frustrating.
But she wanted to wait. And I could kiss her on the cheek or her fingers. I’d have to be satisfied with that for now, I guess.
I met Pam at the studio Sunday afternoon at 1:30. She had a bunch of stuff with her, including a couple of things on hangers and a little suitcase.
“You came prepared for a lot!” I said.
“I talked longer to Christine and I’ve decided to sign the model release. She said to bring any outfit I thought I’d like to have and that you’d be discreet in taking photos. I don’t think I’ll be doing any naked photos with you, but I wouldn’t mind being a little more daring than what school allows. I guess the yearbook photo has to adhere to some standards that Miss Sullivan gave me, but that doesn’t mean I can’t have a real glamour shot, too. I’m trying out for the cheerleader team at Champaign-Urbana. They’ve already asked for a promo photo.”
“That’s great, Pam. We’ll get you some good pictures. Here’s the release form. It’s pretty simple and just spells out what I told you.”
She read the form and then signed and dated it.
“Okay, first we should work on getting you a really great yearbook senior picture.” I’d received my new lights and the backdrop stand on Saturday and was pleased to get Pam in front of a really professional setting for a portrait. I used a white backdrop and had her sit on a stool. I adjusted my new lights so the background was smooth and used my mini theatre lights to cast just the right amount of shadow for depth on her face. Then we started taking pictures. We tried different poses and I noticed a fleck of mascara on her cheek. I used a tissue to remove it and she smiled at me as I adjusted that curl on her cheek that all the girls seemed to go for.
“The photographer that came to take our pictures at school never spent this kind of time. He just said, ‘Sit here. Turn your head. Smile.’ Then it flashed and he sent us away.”
“Well, I don’t have a line of fifty others waiting for me to get finished. You are my only model this afternoon and I want to get the best possible picture of you. I think we’ve got a good selection here and our biggest problem will be deciding which ones we don’t want to use,” I said. “Now let’s talk about what we can do for your alluring photo for the cheerleader auditions.”
“Alluring. I like that word. It’s exactly what I want to be.”
We worked for half an hour on getting an alluring photo, and her costume changed dramatically from what we started with. She had a nice top she called a Bohemian hippie peasant blouse. It reminded me of what Chris had said about the hippie clothes she’d seen in Chicago. It was a lightweight cotton that tied in front and had blousy long sleeves. And it was pretty transparent. She wore it without a bra and I had to stop and talk to her.
“Pam… um… it seems I need to have this talk with everyone. I should be used to it. The fabric of this pretty blouse is kind of transparent. Under the lights in a photograph, um… well, we can see your breasts. I mean, your nipples.”
She looked at me a little strangely and I was afraid she might explode.
“Do you like them?” she asked. What the hell?
“Pam, I’m a seventeen-year-old boy. Of course I like them. But do you want pictures with them showing?”
“Well, that’s a relief. I’m eighteen, so let me tell you the facts of life. When I asked you if there was anything I could do to get this photo session free, I was prepared to give you a blowjob. When you started to look evil and said yes there was something I could do, I thought, ‘Just like any other boy.’ And then you came up with this model release thing. I went to Chris and asked her about it and she said you wouldn’t even kiss her.”
“I’m trying to become a professional photographer,” I said. “I’m not trading photography for any kind of sexual favors.”
“Yeah. I understand now. That’s really weird. I’ve been a cheerleader since seventh grade. I haven’t been a virgin since eighth grade. I’ve never paid for anything. A boy will take me out to a fancy meal, a movie, and even buy me flowers. Just to get a chance at my pussy. And you tell me I should cover up my tits.”
She just pulled her blouse down and exposed herself fully. I wouldn’t quite put her in the same class as Patricia, but these were magnificent. She had big nipples and areolae. But they didn’t seem all that big on the mounds she displayed. What could I do but swallow hard and enjoy the view?
“These are my currency, Nate. I buy things by letting a shoe salesman feel them up. If I flash him my pussy, I can get a whole new outfit. I don’t see a problem with having a couple of photos I can use to advertise with. I know that makes me sound like a whore, and I guess I am. But I like sex and what I do. I want all the photos you can take.”
“Wow!” I breathed. “Well, we should probably get some photos that really show off your um… assets.” I grinned at her and took another good look at her tits. Then I stood up and went to the camera. She took the hint and pulled her blouse back up so there was the illusion that she was covered.
The limits were off and we took a whole bunch of really strange photos, pulling out miscellaneous junk to use as props. I think my favorite, though, was one where she was standing in the storage area in just her pantyhose. They were sheer and I could see her tidily trimmed dark bush under them. She flipped her hair around and put one arm over her head with her forearm resting on top of her head. I had to scramble to reset some lights and then adjusted my lens settings to get the right depth of field. I wanted to have the focus gradually fade the farther things were from her. But I wanted stuff close to her to be sharp. I’m not sure if I found her bare breasts sexier or her smoothly shaved armpits.
“This was fun,” she said. “We should do it again sometime. It was hard work, though. Much harder than I thought. I don’t usually work that hard during sex. You drive a tough bargain.” She laughed and sat on the bench to start dressing. I just watched and enjoyed the little show, especially when she looked at me and lifted her breast to lick the nipple. I didn’t need a photo of that. The image was seared into my brain.
Wednesday, I took her the proofs and a complimentary 8x10 of her glamour shot. She loved them.
“Obviously, there were shots that I haven’t given you yet. I can’t bring them to school without risking both of us getting in trouble. You can come by the studio and I’ll show you all of them.”
“I love the allure of your garret,” she said, using a term for attic that I had to go to the library to look up. “Can’t wait to come over to see the rest of the photos you couldn’t bring to school.” That had to wait a while, though. Thursday was Thanksgiving and I was booked up solid.
We were up early Thursday morning and loaded into the car to go to Chicago. Uncle Nate and Aunt Grace were hosting Thanksgiving. It was a long trip to make for dinner, but they served early enough that we’d have a chance to wander up State Street to see the displays and still be able to get home before midnight.
“Well, what do you have to show me?” Uncle Nate asked. Ever since he gave me my first camera, each time I saw him, he asked what I had to show him. This time, I had a real portfolio. Of course, I had carefully left out any pictures of naked girls. Those were in my secret portfolio.
We went through the photos and he got very excited over some of the shots. Of course, he fell in love with the picture of Patricia on the motorcycle. Everyone does. He liked the picture of Judy and Janice in their Dark Shadows outfits. He tapped the glamour picture of Pam and grinned at me.
“I think I’d like to see more of this set. Can I keep a few of these? I know what I like, but I’d like to get a professional opinion of them. Besides, I’d just like to have these.” I gave him a copy of Patricia on the motorcycle, Chris in the Greek gown before the fabric fell below her breast, Judy and Janice, and the glamour shot of Pam. “I think you’ve got a unique style going here. You need to come up with a name for this style and trademark it. It could make you famous.”
“Garret Allure,” I said automatically. “It means Attic Glamour, roughly. I’ve been thinking about the style for some time. It’s a combination of the setting and the way I’m lighting the models. I don’t know anything about trademarking it, though.”
“Let me test that. I’ll see if it plays well. This is fine work, Nate. I’m happy to have copies of some of your early work.”
I felt pretty good about my photography when we left Chicago. I didn’t mind giving Uncle Nate any of my pictures he wanted. If he wanted them, I’d give him nudes of Pam. I really couldn’t give him any of Patricia, Chris or Janice. None of them were eighteen yet.
Friday afternoon, I packed my equipment in the Falcon and went over to the Adamses’. I was welcomed by Mr. Adams, who wore a pair of striped pants and a white shirt. Like his wife, he was built a little heftier than Gomez Addams, but he was just as happy and friendly as Mrs. Adams. I took my equipment into the living room and just started laughing. It was great. They had a Christmas tree that had no needles on the branches. All the ornaments were carefully broken jagged pieces of balls and the decapitated heads of dolls. The stockings hung on the mantel were all black, including a pair of Morticia’s black pantyhose. I set up my camera and lights and took a few pictures of the setting. It was just too perfect.
Then the family started arriving in the room. I’d met Pugsly and Wednesday at the Halloween party. They were bouncing around talking about how this was the coolest Christmas ever, and Pugsly wanted a new guillotine to take the heads off Wednesday’s dolls. Wednesday scowled at him and said something about taking him to the attic and trying out her new electric chair.
Then Mrs. Adams arrived. Well, crap! No, she wasn’t as thin as Morticia Addams on TV, but she was wearing a skin-tight black dress that was slit up one leg almost to her waist and had a plunging neckline that left the entire inside of her abundant boobs on display. Mr. Adams entered and whistled at his wife, then went over to put an arm around her and kissed her.
“Careful, dear. We don’t want the girls to make a surprise appearance when you squeeze.” It took me a minute, but she straightened the front of her dress and I realized she was talking about her boobs. Well, that would be interesting!
Then Lurch came into view. I recognized him as Pete Adams, the tallest member of our basketball team at 6'6". He was wearing a black butler’s suit and white gloves. He also carried a low step that he put in front of the fireplace and then stood on so he was another four inches taller than the rest of the family. They got themselves in order and then called Oscar, their dog. The sheepdog had his hair all brushed down in front of his eyes and Pugsly put a pair of sunglasses on him. It was just classic and I started taking pictures, shifting their positions a little and taking individual shots as well as a couple of staged shots with the kids beheading a doll and Lurch placing a cracked star on top of the tree.
The whole family was fun and really into posing for all the pictures. I couldn’t help but think what a blast Judy and Janice would have with these people. When I’d finished all the photos we could think of, I disassembled my lights and Pete helped me take things to the car.
“Um… Nate? You’re like friends with Judy and Janice, right?”
“Yeah. They sometimes model for me.”
“Are you dating them?”
“Oh, no. Just friends.”
“They’re like the neatest girls in the whole junior class. Do you think I stand a chance of… um… going out with them?”
“With them? Both of them?”
“Yeah. I was thinking we could have some fun. I really like all this costume stuff—the whole family does. But… I don’t know how to ask them. I’ve never been out with a girl at all. I thought maybe we could come up with some ideas for other costumes and characters we could do. Maybe get you to do some photographs.”
“Gosh, Pete. I was thinking when we were inside doing the pictures that Judy and Janice would really enjoy this stuff. You should definitely ask them out,” I said.
“Could you, like, give them a note from me? We don’t have any classes together. I just see them in the halls sometimes.”
“A note?” What was this? Grade school?
He handed me a slightly wrinkled envelope with their names on it. I nodded.
“I might see them this weekend if they’re around. Or maybe Monday at school,” I said.
“Thanks, Nate. I hope all these pictures turn out.” He basically fled back inside the house.
As it happened, I knew that I would see Judy and Janice over the weekend. They wanted me to take Christmas pictures of them. I thought that was a cool idea and I knew we’d come up with some fun settings.
I decided to go shopping Saturday while the laundry was in the washing machine. I wasn’t going far. There’s an antique store on the edge of town that has all kinds of stuff outside and I figured maybe I could find a bargain or two inside as well.
I knew Mrs. Wilson, the owner, from church. She’d often invited me to stop in and explore all the ‘treasures’ she had in the store. I figured this was a good opportunity, though I didn’t have a lot of money. I thought maybe I’d find Christmas presents for the family there, too. Even if they were just antique frames for photos I gave them.
Wilson House Antiques looked like it was really just her house. I knocked, but the door had a sign that said open, so I just went in.
“Oh, hello, Nate. Welcome to Wilson House. Let me know if there is anything you see that you’d like more information about. Otherwise, I’ll just let you explore.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Wilson. I thought maybe I’d find something to take a picture of.” I went into what was obviously her living room and looked at the furniture there. I mean a lot more furniture than anyone needs in her living room. I wasn’t sure how a person would get some of the stuff out of the house if they bought it. There was a clear space on the couch and the television had a sign on it that said, “Not for Sale.” Every surface had something on it: little figurines, vases, candleholders, books, clocks, ashtrays, lamps, radios, telephones, and a pair of pewter goblets with dragon stems. I moved into the dining room and it mostly had dishes, silverware, glasses, tea sets, cutlery, tablecloths, and straight chairs, in addition to a massive table and miscellaneous unmatched chairs.
The place was a labyrinth of cool stuff! The kitchen showed signs that she’d recently cooked in it and did her dishes, but it had all kinds of cookware, including a big selection of cast iron pots and pans and a couple dozen rolling pins. Of course, all kinds of utensils, spice racks, decorative canisters, coffee grinders, mortars and pestles, cutting boards, and bottle openers.
The next room had bedroom things, including a big Victorian bed like the one I’d inherited when we moved into the parsonage, only it was disassembled and had no mattress. There were dressers and bedside chairs, a dressing table, and stacks of bedding and blankets. The room after that held musical instruments, piano rolls, a pump organ, two player pianos, music stands, and an old phonograph with cylinders.
Every room had a selection of pictures on the walls as well as framed mirrors. Some of the pictures were very old photographs, but most were prints of somewhat famous works by artists of the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries. The whole place was just overwhelming.
“Um… Mrs. Wilson? Do you ever loan out things in here? You know I’m a photographer and I like to have a fresh supply of props for my studio so everyone who gets a picture doesn’t get the same thing. I’d borrow it, use it for maybe a week or a month, and then return it. I’d be happy to leave a deposit for it,” I said.
She looked at me a little puzzled and squinted up her nose. “Borrow it? Well, I’ve never done that. What did you have in mind today?”
“I’m trying to set up a Christmas scene. I have a fireplace mantel, but I was thinking of one of those braided rugs for in front of it and a straight back chair from the dining room. One with arms on it. Maybe one or two little things to put on a table or under the tree.”
“No. I don’t think I can just lend it. For all that it’s my home, it’s a store. Neither borrower nor lender be. But here’s what I think I could do. That rug is five dollars and the chair would be fifteen. I’ll make a good deal on knick-knacks as long as you don’t want too many. I’ll keep a tally of things here and if you want to sell them back, I’ll give you eighty cents on the dollar for them as long as they are still in good condition.”
I quickly calculated that in my head thanks to freshman algebra. The chair and rug would end up costing me four dollars. That wasn’t bad. I agreed to the terms. I paid her a total of thirty dollars for little things I thought would be cool for the scene and loaded it all in the back of the Falcon to take to the garret. I was really beginning to like that term.
I almost forgot to pick up the laundry.
Sunday afternoon, Judy and Janice came over and looked at the little Christmas scene I had put together. I’d found stockings and an artificial tree among the decorations and there was even an electric log for the fireplace. I decided this set would look best with just the old burgundy drapes instead of a plain paper backdrop. The braided rug on the wooden floor looked comfy and cozy.
The girls loved the idea that it was sort of a Norman Rockwell Christmas setting. Then it was all about posing. They did a sweet scene of decorating the tree. They wore short little pinafore minidresses and stubby pigtails that made them look like kids. They wished they had popcorn and cranberries, but anything like that in the store room or the antique shop would have been something none of us wanted to touch by now. The thing is that the girls had scene concepts they wanted, but no idea how to pose for them. That was the difference with Patricia or even Christine. Both of them could move into a pose and then naturally move to the next one without needing prompting. Judy and Janice were good at holding any pose after I’d almost treated them like dolls and moved every limb into position.
After decorating, they sat on the rug facing each other with the tea set and had an imaginary tea party. I even managed to find a doll and a teddy bear to put in the scene with them. I had to get down on the floor on my stomach in order to get the right angle for the shot. It wouldn’t do to be looking down at them. But getting down at the angle I did, it almost felt like I was part of the party. I just had to be careful that I didn’t shoot right up their short skirts. I tugged at Janice’s a little to get important things covered and she giggled.
Their last outfit made me laugh. They came out of the bathroom in footy pajamas. They were so cute. When they jumped up and down a little, I could tell their boobs were unharnessed. They really bounced nicely. But the pajamas were opaque, so aside from a little bump at their nipples, I really couldn’t see their breasts through the fabric.
For their final pose, they moved the chair so they could hide behind it with the fireplace beyond. Their bright red stockings were hung by the chimney with care and they looked like they were spying to see Santa Claus come down the chimney. What really surprised me was when they both reached behind them and unbuttoned the back flap. I took a picture immediately, just so I’d have one of their two bare butts sticking out of their pajamas.
I adjusted the lights a little and liked what I saw. I’d need to be careful because from one angle, I could see the black thatch of hair between their legs.
“Um… as much as I like looking at your two bare bottoms, the picture would be better and look more accidental if only one came loose,” I said.
They whispered together and then Janice buttoned up her bottom and they got back in position with Judy in the foreground this time. I didn’t think I should really take a picture of everything I could see when I knelt behind them. I did anyway. Then I stood up and went to them.
“Are you okay with this, Judy?” I whispered to her. She nodded.
“It was my idea.”
“Well, as much as I like your idea, I’m going to button one of the buttons so it looks a little more accidental. I think that will look better and maybe even sexier than being fully exposed.”
“Oh, okay.”
She didn’t move and I pulled the flap up to cover her butt and buttoned one side. My hand just sort of slid up the skin of her backside as I buttoned the flap. I saw gooseflesh rise on her other butt cheek, but it soon smoothed out. I went back to posing them until I was pretty sure I had the best possible position for each of them. Even with Judy’s right butt cheek hanging out, it was a really cute picture.
“I think that’s it. Is there any other picture you’d like?”
“I think I’ll save going topless again for a while,” Janice said. “One day, though.”
I went over to my desk and retrieved Pete’s letter.
“Do you two know Pete Adams?”
“Tall shy guy who plays center on the basketball team? A little geeky when he wears those rubber padded glasses on the basketball court, but I think he’s kind of hunky,” Judy said.
“Not that he’d ever talk to us,” Janice sighed. “I headed toward him one day just to say hi, and he practically ran out of the lunchroom.”
“He is really shy,” I agreed, “but he’s got a wicked sense of humor and he likes costume dress-up, too.”
“No way. Seriously?”
“I did a Christmas photo for his family Friday. You wouldn’t believe it unless I show you.” I pulled the print of the family in front of the fireplace and the one of Lurch putting the star on the tree.
“For cool!” Judy said.
“I wish I was there,” Janice agreed.
“I thought the same thing when I was taking the picture. Then when I was taking stuff to my car, Pete started asking me if I knew you and confessed that he’d like to date you.”
“Date? Um… Which of us?”
I pointed at both of them and their mouths dropped open. I handed them the note. I have no idea what he wrote, but both girls threw their arms around my neck and kissed me on the cheek. I had a moment of just enjoying their loose breasts squishing against me. Then they were off to the bathroom to change, chattering a mile a minute.
Monday, Pam Gottschalk stopped me in the hall between second and third period.
“Hey, are you available to look at the rest of my photos after school today?” she asked. “I’m kind of interested in seeing some of the ones I don’t have proofs of yet.”
“Sure. You know how to get there. I’ll be there by three.”
“We’ll see you then.”
I hurried on to my class without really noticing what she’d said.
When I got to the studio, Pam and another cheerleader were already there waiting for me.
“Oh, hi,” I said. “I wasn’t expecting anyone with you.”
“This is Lori Reynolds. You recognize her from the cheerleaders. She’s the skinny one.”
“Great. Just how I want to be known. Is this place legit?” Lori asked.
“Just wait till you see it,” Pam bubbled. I unlocked and we went inside.
“Looks like you’re all set up for Christmas,” Lori said. “Kind of cool. Look at all the stuff in here.”
I waved a hand around the room.
“Welcome to Garret Allure,” I said. “I specialize in taking photos of people surrounded by junk.”
“New chair. Is it safe to sit in?”
“Yes. Sorry I don’t have more seating. Just pull the bench over here. We’ll use this little table to show the pictures.” I got my folder of Pam’s photo proofs and laid it in front of her. “Um… You sure you want all of them?” I whispered to Pam.
“It’s okay. She knows,” Pam said. She opened the folder, which started with another set of the proofs of the yearbook and glamour shots.
“I wish they’d let us use photos like that for the yearbook,” Lori said, looking at the glamour shot I’d done with Pam’s bare shoulders and her head tilted slightly down so she was looking up at the camera.
“Yeah, but this is going to be my senior portrait that will hang in the Gottschalk halls of shame,” Pam said. “Don’t you just love it?”
“It has a kind of look to it that just screams class. Even surrounded by junk.”
They kept looking through the photos and got to the topless ones.
“You tramp,” Lori whispered. “You just stripped and let him take your pictures? I wish I was that brave.”
“Just have him take normal pictures and before long you’ll feel your clothes just falling off,” Pam said. “Oh! I love this one.”
The one she was pointing to was when she was only wearing pantyhose and was back in the storage area with her arm on her head.
“Oh, God, yes. Could you scream ‘Fuck me!’ any louder? That is hot, sister!” Lori said.
“Worth every penny, don’t you think?” Pam said.
Every penny? We’d made a deal where she didn’t pay anything except for the extra prints she wanted. And it was obvious she was going to want several.
“Did you blow him for them?”
“No. He won’t accept sex for pictures. You have to either buy the time and the photos or sign an agreement that says he can display or sell your photos elsewhere.”
“You did that?”
Pam nodded.
“I don’t actually have much of anyplace that I can display or sell these yet,” I said. “I have a private party that collects some of my photos, but he doesn’t distribute them.”
“Just beats off to them, huh?” Lori said.
“I don’t ask,” I said. “So far I haven’t given him any of Pam’s more provocative poses.”
Pam went about the process of marking the shots she wanted and making a list of the number and size of prints. I tallied up the amount and showed her the total.
“Can I fuck you for them?” she asked. I made a face and she hurried on. “I know. No sex for photos. Damn, you drive a hard bargain. I’ll pay the rate. When can I get them?”
“I’ll have them ready next week. But I can’t deliver them at school. I’d get kicked out for having pictures of a naked girl even if she’s legal.”
“Right. I’ll come over Monday after school with the money and pick them up. Okay?”
“That’s good.”
“Nate? Can I get the same deal without taking all my clothes off? I mean, no one I know likes her senior photo. I just want to get the yearbook photo and the glamour photo.”
“If you won’t do any other poses, then no. I mean, I’m fine with you not getting naked. I never really expect that. Pam took me by surprise when I was trying to get her to cover up her nipples. But I can’t really use a bunch of similar glamour photos. I’d like to set up a scene and get some that really show the Garret Allure. Those are the photos I’ll be most interested in and am willing to trade for a model release. And some of them can be really sexy without being nude.”
I was making up rules on the fly, but if people just wanted the basic package, they could pay for it.
“Okay. I’m game for that. It’s kind of crazy right now, though. How about over Christmas vacation?” Lori asked.
“That works for me. We can set a time and date now if you want.”
I had my calendar out and they saw that I actually had other appointments on it. We set the date on Tuesday December 27 and I marked my appointment with Pam for the following Monday to deliver prints. I was actually getting pretty busy.
“So, what did you do while I was out of town over Thanksgiving weekend?” Anna asked me on Tuesday. I thought it was odd she’d waited until Tuesday to ask about my weekend, but I was happy to tell her.
“Took a lot of pictures,” I said. “We went to Chicago to visit my uncle for Thanksgiving and I got outside to take a few urban landscapes and some of the State Street window displays. I haven’t done that in a long time. Then on Friday I took pictures of the Adams family for their Christmas cards. I’m going over there tomorrow to go over the proofs with them. They are a riot! Everyone in the family got dressed up like a character and I took a bunch of great pictures. Speaking of which, look over there,” I said pointing at a lunch table a little ways away. “Pete Adams has a crush on Judy and Janice. It looks like they’ve decided to return his interest.”
“Oh, wow! I heard that if the three of them ever got together the world as we know it would end. I’m sorry, Nate. It looks like we won’t make it to my birthday!” Anna said dramatically.
“Maybe we should step up the timetable a little,” I whispered. She looked at me like she was horrified at the idea.
Friday and Saturday were the county-wide holiday tournament at Huffington. Four games were played starting Friday afternoon. We made it to the tournament in time to see our team play and win in the first round at 4:00. That meant we’d play at noon on Saturday and if we won, we’d go to the finals at eight o’clock that evening.
For me, it meant that I needed to get the laundry and ironing done earlier on Saturday, so I would be able to get to the game. I didn’t have time to go back to the antique shop to return anything or pick up anything new for the next day.
It turned out that we did win the first game on Saturday and the team was headed for the finals that night. Anna said she had chores to do, too, and went home after the bus got back. I told her I’d pick her up at 7:30 for the game that night. Then I headed to the studio and worked on printing all the photos I had orders for. The Adamses had chosen their Christmas photo from the proofs and I had an 8x10 and thirty 5x7s to print up for them. I’d done a test strip and got the best quality I could from the photos. They looked like they just stepped off the television screen. I was happy with the whole thing, but it was going to take me forever to get them printed. Each exposure was about a minute and forty-five seconds long. I had to make one exposure, then shift the paper and my mask so I could make a second exposure. Then that sheet went into the developer and I couldn’t really start the next print until the photo came out of the developer and went into the rinsing bath. While it was there, I set up the next pair of prints and while that was being exposed, I moved the photo to the fixative bath. So far, so good, but I couldn’t take the photo out of the fixative to rinse off in the bathroom until the next photo was out of the developer. All told, it took an average of eight minutes per pair of prints to get them exposed, developed, rinsed, fixed, and rinsed again.
I wasn’t finished with them before it was time to pick Anna up for the game. When I got to her house, she gave me the bad news that her parents had gone to Huntertown and she had to stay home to babysit her younger brother. I offered to sit with her, but she was firm about not letting her boyfriend into the house when her parents weren’t home. We giggled a little at the thought and made a smoochy sound through the screen door. Then she closed the door.
I went to the game by myself. It was a good game and we narrowly won the holiday championship. During halftime, Pam came up to me and asked if she could pick up her pictures on Sunday instead of Monday. I had to decline because I already had a studio appointment for Sunday afternoon. And I needed to finish printing everything. I sort of wished I’d put her off a few more days before she got her pictures.
The other cheerleaders came up and wanted me to set appointments for them to have pictures taken, too. Ronda May was in my class and was a walking wet dream anyway. I never figured out what kind of a cheerleader she was. Maybe she was good at it. Maybe not. The other cheerleader was a senior named Avery Benton. She was tall and thin, and seemed kind of aloof. She smiled when she asked if I’d consider redoing her senior picture, though. She said she had the pricing and was fine with it. I had to tell them that I’d see them in school and set up appointments with them. They were a little surprised that I had more people who wanted pictures than them.
I took off right after the game and went back to the studio. At least I could get the Adamses’ pictures finished before bedtime.
I wasn’t sure what to think when Patricia showed up Sunday with another girl for her Christmas photo shoot.
“Nate, this is Leah Enders. Her old man rides with Tony. She wants some really good photos to give him for Christmas. And she’s over eighteen,” Patricia said.
“Great,” I said. “I wasn’t expecting two beautiful women today, but I think we can make it happen.”
“So, Patricia says you make everyone look great,” Leah said. “Her pictures sure do, but she’s perfect anyway. I’ll pose any way you want me, but mostly I just want a naked picture to give the old man so he’s reminded of what he’s missing while he goes into the army. Stupid asshole. You never know how long the tits are going to point forward instead of down.”
I didn’t think she needed to worry about her tits sagging for a long time from what I could see. They weren’t big enough for gravity to affect them.
“Okay,” I said. “Well, Patricia wants some Christmas pictures that might be a little less exposed than that, so why don’t we get started and into the swing of things with that. Leah, if you’d fill out the model release, we’ll be good to go.”
Patricia did not disappoint. She had a red miniskirt trimmed in white fur that went with a little bra top that was the same. She had white go-go boots. She put on a Santa hat and was ready to go. Damn, that girl could wear a potato sack and look good.
I put a red filter over my lens and dropped the light blue backdrop behind her. Right. Why put a red filter on when she’s wearing a red outfit? Well, when I say a red filter, I mean it filters out red light. The filter is actually kind of blue. I wanted the outfit to have high contrast against the background and against her skin tones. I was shooting black and white film and the red filter would turn her clothes almost solid black but wouldn’t affect her skin tones too much. And her blonde hair would really stand out against it. Of course, I shot a few with no filter, too, just in case I was wrong about the theory.
She flowed from one pose to another, picking up various props, including the teddy bear. When she bent over, I could see that all she had on was her sheer pantyhose. In the picture, it would look like her bare butt was hanging out. Then when she turned toward me her bra top was unfastened in front and just hung over her boobs. Of course, as she moved into other poses, the top shifted out of the way and she pulled it aside while she looked straight into the camera with a little kissy face.
I turned around and readjusted my cock in my pants so it wasn’t so uncomfortable.
“I get it,” Leah said. “I’m not as sexy as hot stuff, but I can do her thing. I wish we had some music so I could really do a strip tease.”
“Remember that you need to stop and pause for a few seconds so I can get the picture. We’re shooting with pretty soft light here, so I can’t just stop action if you don’t stop moving,” I said.
“Okay. Sure. Hey, can I use those mannequins?”
“Sure. We can use any props in here you like.”
Leah wasn’t dressed as sexily as Patricia had been, but there was something about tight leather pants and a leather vest that had its appeal. Leah was both taller and skinnier than Patricia. Her little boobs were just right for her frame. She arranged the mannequins the way she wanted them. The male mannequin had the suit on it that I wore on Halloween. It didn’t fit very well and there was no shirt under it, but I’d dressed the mannequin after I brought the suit back as a kind of joke.
The female mannequin was naked. Leah arranged them the way she wanted them and I switched to the white backdrop because she was wearing black leathers. She went into the bathroom to fix herself and Patricia came up to me to talk quietly.
“She’s going to get completely naked,” Patricia said. “I mean not in the bathroom, but during her session. Enjoy looking at her titties and her pussy. Take a couple pix just to beat off on. But remember, she’s here as a one-time thing and she’ll be gone. On the other hand, you can see these almost anytime you want.” She pulled aside her bra and shook her breasts at me and then very deliberately rubbed them up against my left side as she went past me to the bathroom.
“Patricia!” I gasped. It hadn’t been my hands on them, but bare breasts just rubbed against my arm.
“Might as well start hard. You will be by the time Leah is finished anyway.” She giggled and went to chase Leah out of the bathroom to get started. I reloaded.
Leah came out and we got right into the poses. It was obvious what she intended to do as soon as she started into her act. Sometimes I had to remind her to hold it while I took a picture, but she was pretty good at what she was doing. She basically had sex with the mannequin as she stripped, running her hands inside his jacket and vest. She pulled the jacket off and opened the vest. Then while she was facing the mannequin, she opened her own vest and slid it off her shoulders. She had a heart and dagger tattooed on her left shoulder blade. Getting that focused well as I moved in for closer shots was great. Then she reached over and put her vest on the female mannequin.
It kept going like that, including her turning around to face me with her vest gone and her little titties pointing straight ahead. Her nipples looked almost painfully hard. I got a close-up of her, just from her nipples up. She had her tongue just touching her lips and looked straight into my lens. Then she pinched her nipples to get them even harder.
By the time she was done, the man’s suit lay in a pile at the mannequin’s feet. Leah’s leathers were on the other mannequin and she was bent forward with her legs spread and her butt backed up against the mannequin. I thought that was it.
“Now for the old man’s pictures,” she said. She turned around and assumed about the same position she’d had against the mannequin but facing away from me as if she were giving it a blowjob. She looked back over her shoulder at me. The view was something I’d never seen before. It was a clear shot of her pussy, slightly open with the hair glistening and matted. I took the picture. Then she turned around and sat on the rug with her feet together and her heels almost in her crotch.
I took the pictures and when I said, “Just one more,” she snatched the teddy bear and put it in her lap then stuck her tongue out at me.
What a Christmas photo shoot! I never suspected I would ever actually shoot pornography. But that shot really didn’t have any artistic merit.
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