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Glamour Model (part 1).Glamour ModelOpportunities?She didn’t know it yet, but today would change the beauty ther****ts’ life irrevocably. It seemed like any other day, but it wasn’t. If she ever cared to look back, which she probably wouldn’t, today would be the day that her life changed forever. For good or bad, well only time would tell. It was a slow day in the salon, a very slow day. When she came to think of it, there had been lots of slow days of late, much to many. It was probably nothing to worry about, just a lull, but takings were well down, even on Friday‘s and Saturdays. She checked her watch. She was waiting for a customer, in ten minutes Sheila was coming in for a manicure. She liked Sheila, a little older than herself, always good for a natter, she was one of her regulars. She was just arranging her things, so she would be prepared. The owner of the salon came into her room. She looked embarrassed. Here it comes the beauty ther****ts’ thought, takings are down, so I’m out of a job. She said she was sorry, but times were not good, she would have to cut her hours. Well that was a relief. She was thankful for small mercies. But ten hours less per week, she’d need to make that up somewhere, get a few customers of her own, and work from home, or maybe try a get a bar job, to make up the shortfall. They weren’t really that hard up, if they were careful. Compared to most people they were doing alright, but she wasn’t prepared for a drop in her standard of living, not for anything. Something would turn up. Shelia arrived, she made a cup of tea, and settled down to work on Sheila’s nails. Shelia was her usual happy self, and chatted away merrily. “You’re a bit down today love” Sheila said.“No, I am fine really.”“No your not, come on what’s up, trouble at home?”“No, no, nothing like that, I’ve just had my hours cut, and was wondering how I am going to make my money up.”“Don’t you worry, pretty girl like you, something will soon come along.”They continued to chat, as she did her nails. When she finished, Shelia said “Are you done for the morning?”“Yes, its supposed to be my lunch break, but I’m not needed here this afternoon, so that’s me done for the day.” “Come on, I’ll buy you lunch, I’ve an idea.” They went to a nearby café, in the Old Town, near the harbour. The air smelt of sea weed, Shelia selected a table, away from the others, tucked into a corner, but near the window. They could see the harbour, the sea pounding against the sea wall, spray being blown from it across the Market Square. Shelia ordered, and while they were waiting, Shelia explained her idea, to her, as she put it. “Do you know my husband?” Shelia asked. She had met him once or twice in passing, mainly when he had collected Sheila, or in the supermarket. Sheila continued “He is a photographer.”“Yes I know, he did Liz, a friends of mine’s wedding, he’s very good.”“I know, but he also does glamour stuff, you know, men’s magazines, that sort of thing.” Shelia said vaguely. “He’d like to photograph you, he’s told me so, on any number of occasions, he pays well too.”“Me model, no I couldn’t, I am to old for one thing.”“No your not, they want real women, not just those bits of girls you see in the papers, look”, Sheila continued, “come home with me, and have a talk with him, he’s not working this afternoon, what have you got to loose.” What did she have to loose, nothing, and at least she could have a look at Sheila’s house. Lunch arrived, and they stopped talking while the waitress was at the table. After she had gone, She turned to Sheila and said “Alright, but just talk, I am not saying I’ll do it.” Sheila smiled, and they gossiped, as they eat their meal.They arrived at Sheila’s house, a smart twenties semi, with a nice neat garden, with a large mature willow tree shading the front garden. Very nice, she thought. They both walked through to the kitchen, where they found Sheila’s husband, Chris. Sheila explained that she wanted to talk to him about modelling. “Better come and sit down love.” He said. They walked through to their sitting room, she sat in an armchair, Chris and Shelia on the sofa. “What has Shelia told you.” He asked.“Nothing, well that you do photos for men’s magazines, and you might want to take some of me.” She said.“That’s right, and I would love to photograph you, but what do you know of what sort of pictures I take.” He said.“Nothing really, I mean, I’ve seen the magazines in the newsagents, but I’ve not looked at any for years.”“Right, let me explain, then you can decide. I am a professional photographer, I only take pictures, which I think I can sell, either canlı bahis to the magazines, or these day’s, websites. What they want determines what I take.”“I understand.” She said.“There are several of what in the trade we call categories, first there are nude, then there is UK nude, and then US nude, and then continental. Nude is well nude. UK nude is with the models legs open, open leg shots, then the US nude, is open legged again, but with the model holding herself open.”“What her pussy” She said rather unnecessarily.“Yes exactly that.” said Chris. “Continental is with the model using a toy.”“What do you want me to do?”“I can’t sell, for a profit, anything less that US, so it would have to be that a least.” He said.“The money, is very good.” Added Sheila.“I pay the going rate Sheila.” Chris corrected her. “Nothing more.” He told her the going rate. It made her income at the salon, even with tips, look pretty poor. Over a weeks wages for having some pictures taken over a couple hours one evening.“Well, what do you think?” asked Sheila.“I don’t know, I mean its very flattering, but really, you think I could?”“I’ve been in the business for a while, you would be a natural, I know, but its up to you.” Chris added.“Where would we do the photos, here?” She asked nervously.“No, not here. Home and work are separate. I have a studio, we will do the shoot there, its cash, paid there and then.” Chris said. She noticed he said we will, and not if.“Ok, I’ll give it a try, when shall we do it?” She said with more firmness than she felt.“Tomorrow if that’s alright with you, I have the evening free.” Chris said.Tomorrow it was. Chris told her what to bring, various pieces of underwear, and high heels. Bring some one with you, a chaperon if you like, he had advised.So over a cup of tea, she had agreed to bare all. Now she just had to tell Joe, her husband. How would she tell him. She needn’t have worried. Joe was delighted that his wife was to model, nude for top shelf magazines. He really didn’t mind, and he knew exactly what sort of pictures Chris wanted. She told him she had to take a chaperon, but couldn’t think of who to ask. He beamed at her, and she knew the choice, which had been so obvious, had been made. Joe would come with her. She was glad he would be there. She spent the rest of the evening selecting what to take, trying on all her nice underwear, not that she had any that weren‘t nice, she asked Joe which ones to take. In the end she packed nearly all of it. The high heels picked themselves. She added some stockings, and some outer wear, a suit, and other items, which she thought she looked good in. Doing this kept her mind off the thought of what she had agreed. She was beginning to regret it. Stupid really, because despite her reservations she was a looker, she turned men’s heads as she walked along the street.She slept in fits and starts. Every time she looked at the clock it seemed not to have moved. But eventually she slept. At work, the following morning, she asked her boss to give her a leg, and bikini line wax. When she told her what she planed, she was almost as excited as Joe had been. She went to work on her bikini line with added enthusiasm. “All off?” the boss asked.“All off, every where.” She said. She did her nails, and applied false eye lashes. She was ready, all she had to do was apply her make up. The Photo VirginShe looked up the stairs which seemed to go up forever. It was a gloomy staircase, with a thread bare carpet. It smelt musty, and slightly damp. Paint peeled in patches on the wall.“bloody hell Joe,” she said “good job I brought you to carry my bag.” Up they went, all the way to the third floor. “Lets go home Joe, this is silly, I am too old for this, and not nearly pretty enough” “Don’t be daft, your gorgeous, come on you’ve had your hair and nails done. The war paint is on, and you’ve not a single pubic hair left, I know, you made me check!” Said Joe.She took a deep breath, and knocked on the door. It was opened after a few seconds by Chris. “Oh darling you’re here, wonderful, and who is this lovely man!” She explained it was Joe, her husband. “Come in, come in“ he said. They entered, a small studio, with an office area in one corner. Joe put the bag down. She gazed around. Chris smiled, and looked her up and down, with what felt to her like x-ray eyes, checking her out? Chris liked what he saw. A good looking woman, 5’ 8” tall, light brown shoulder length hair, and brown eyes. Good tits he noted, not for the first time, C cup he thought, correctly, with curvy hips. He’d wanted to photograph her for as long as he had known bahis siteleri her. It would be nice to see her naked at last. Chris turned to her and said “what knickers have you got on, sweetie” bloody hell! She thought. “A black thong, with a matching bra” She managed to say. “Well lets have a look then.” She lifted her skirt, revealing not only her knickers, but that she was wearing hold up stockings, with lacy tops. She knew he could see her pussy through the transparent thin material of the knickers, and was for some reason embarrassed. Chris looked her over as she stood holding her skirt up. He could see her cunt through her knickers, fully waxed, excellent. Nice thighs, but said “good, that’s fine. That will do for the first set. Right come on lets get started.” “Set?” She asked.“Sorry, sweetie, yes set. that’s the photo’s I’ll take with you stripping down, about a hundred. Then you can change and we’ll do the next lot, a set.”A hundred pictures, and that was just the first part. Did she really know what she had let herself in for. She was nervous as hell. She walked to where Chris indicated. He fiddled with some of his technical looking stuff, the brought a light meter and held it up against her, breathing in her perfume, then he walked back and picked up his camera. He turned and said “OK, look straight at the lens, lovely.” Click. And they were away. Her first photo session, and what was more she was being paid. She pouted at the camera. The session progressed. By now she was just in her knickers and bra, with the stockings and high heeled shoes.“Un clip your bra, and let your tits full forward.” She did as she was asked, then she was topless. “Push them up, squeeze them between both arms. Smashing, now tweak your nipples. Lovely.” Chris pronounced, and thought very nice tits, perky. “Right knickers off.” She slid the thong off, it caught on her heels, she swayed un steadily. A few more flashes of the lights, as Chris continued to take pictures. “Ok sweetheart, sit in the chair will you.” She sat in the leather arm chair in the corner. Chris continued to click away. “Open you’re legs for me.” She took a gulp, and parted her legs. One leg against each of the arms of the chair. Wide apart, it was a big chair..“Push you’re bum forward to the edge of the chair.” She moved to the edge of the chair, bum right on the edge, legs still wide apart. “What a slut I must look,” she thought. But Chris loved it, clicking away with his camera.. “Ok love hold yourself open.” Said Chris, thinking, very nice cunt, her inner labia lips nicely visible. Nice waxing job as well, but then that was what he had expected.This was the bit she was dreading. She knew this was what he wanted, he had been quite frank about the type of photos he wanted to take, but doing it was another matter. She moved her hands down to her pussy. She was fully waxed. Not a pubic hair in sight, nothing hiding what she had. She pulled my labia open. “Lovely” Chris said, “lovely, lovely. A little wider.” Click, click, click. “Pop a finger in will you.” What, finger herself. He hadn’t mentioned that, but she slipped a finger into herself anyway. “A little further, so we can’t see your finger nail.” She did as she was asked, and then went in little further. After a few more pictures were taken, it didn’t seem so bad. Naughty yes. “Lovely” said Chris, “Lovely. That’s that one done, lets have a change of outfit shall we.” Outfit, she was just wearing stockings, and shoes!“What else do have you brought with you?” Asked Chris. He rummaged through her bag, pulling a few things out. “These darling put this on, and those heels, they’re gorgeous” It would be those, why did she have to bring those, she couldn’t even walk in them. She went and changed. She needed a pee. She sat on the loo, and thought. “bloody hell, that was wasn’t so bad. A bit more explicit than I had bargained for, but all in all I am starting to enjoy myself, the nervousness has gone. This is fun, tarting it up, playing the slut.”She checked her make up, and dressed in the stuff he wanted. A pvc dress, and heels. No knickers, he’d said, so no knickers it was. Off they went again, click, click.“A few from behind, your arse is great.” Chris said. She bent over, pushing her bum towards him. “Lift the hem that’s it open you’re legs a little.” She bent, parting her legs. Then nothing. “Umm“ said Chris. “You have some toilet paper on you cunt darling.“ “Joe fix it for me will, you.” She asked. “No problem.” He said, Joe walked over to sort her out. She was so embarrassed. She felt herself blushing. She vowed next time she‘d get Joe to check güvenilir bahis her over, properly, before each set. Next time? Would there be a next time, and knew immediately that there would be. This was something she could do. Something she could fit in as and when she wanted. Joe pulled her labia to one side, and removed the toilet paper, just a very small speck, and as he did so he ran his finger along her pussy, parting her slightly, “bloody hell,“ He said so Chris couldn’t hear “Your wet.“He was surprised, so was she. Chris already knew she was wet, and didn’t need to be told, he could see it through his lens.Click, Click. Chris worked efficiently, the set, and the following one went smoothly. Tits, bum, open leg, and some holding herself open. She wasn’t too keen on that, but it was what was wanted, and although not keen, she was more than happy to do it, or was it money talking.“Right lets have a break.“ said Chris. “Tea?” Chris made tea. Then the three of them sat round his computer, and sipped tea. He showed them the photos he had taken. Digital. She appeared, looking out from the screen, her eyes seemed alive, sparkling. “God“, she thought, “I look pretty good. Even in the open leg shots.” Joe clearly thought so too, and said as much. When they got to the open pussy shots, or “pinks” as Chris called them, he said she must remember to point her toes, to keep definition of her calves. “Makes you’re legs look longer as well. Always remember” he said “get you’re knickers off as soon s you can, but never, never take your shoes off! Right back down to business. Are you doing toys?” Toys! She hadn’t thought about that. “What do you think Joe?” Joe side stepped the question, as she knew he would, but it gave her time to think. Did she want to do toys? That was porn, in her book at least. Did she want to do porn? She was enjoying this. Liked showing herself off, it gave her a thrill she realised with a start. Knowing that other men found her attractive, she knew Joe did, but he was her husband. So porn, or not. Chris was still talking, “You can almost double your money love,” She heard him say “Plus there’s more call for it. All the magazines, and websites want that sort of shot, but its up to you, no pressure, I can sell what we’ve done.” Double my money, mmm. That sounded good. “Well.“ She said to Chris, “I’ve come this far, we might as well go on, but I haven’t brought any with me, Didn’t give it a thought.” “That’s alright love, I’ve got some.” He opened a draw, and brought out a white vibrator. It was new still packaged, and bigger than she would have chosen for herself. Chris opened the packaging, and handed her the toy.“Come on lets get on with it.” She heard herself say. She changed into the next outfit, and went out into the studio. She was soon stripped down to her heels again. Then came the moment for the vibrator. “Hold it on your clit, that’s it, now down against you pussy.” Click, click, click. “Ok put it in, just a little.” She put the tip inside herself.“A little further” said Chris, “that’s it, now all the way.” She pushed it deep. “Lovely” said Chris. “Now pull it out, wait, hold it there. Fantastic.” said Chris. “Right that’s it. Were done. You did really well, now lets chat.” She didn’t bother dressing, after all, he’d seen all she had, and it was a warm night. So with her sitting naked in his office, they chatted. Joe sat on the sofa, looking at several magazines porn mags, which had some of Chris’s photo’s in, while Chris and her talked. “What was your model name going to be? Can’t use you’re real name sweetie.” He said.They settled on Sukky. Sukky Foxxe. Two x’s for the well, naughty inference. So now we have a name for her, this beauty ther****t who was now a model.“Right, I want to book you again”, said Chris. “Five sets, all with toys. Bring more than five, so I can make a selection, all different colours, and sizes, and types. More stockings, and some other shoes, and bra’s with matching knickers. Is that ok?” She nodded., and gulped.. “I have couple of contacts, who will book you as well.” He went on. “They are both freelance, for websites. Always take some one with you, unless you know the photographer, and are happy to be alone with him. They are all be next week, if that’s ok, then see how you go.” Three bookings in one week. “It will be full rates next week, tonight I was just trying you out as it were. Some girls like the idea of being a model, but when it comes to the open leg stuff, they change their minds. I can sell sets of you to no end of sites, so there will be more, a lot more. Right I need you to sign these forms, which allow me publish the photos we took tonight.” She signed, and became Sukky Foxxe, a “glamour” model. Her life had just changed, she had taken a turning in the road, she had no idea where it would lead, or how far.
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