"I've bin asked to ask yer if you're interested in a bit of extra work on the side?" a mate had asked at work whilst no one else was within ear shot.
It was a silly question really as every one knew how strapped for cash I was. He gave me an address and said that that the company was a small printing concern that produced run of the mill stuff. There was no real interview as such, the job was no more than a glorified errand boy but it was cash in the hand. I worked most Saturdays and the odd Sunday humping boxes, sweeping and clearing up and all those mundane tasks no one else wanted to do.
So here I was, I had been here at "Specialist Printworks" for nearly six months since then. I thought my time was up when I was called into the office for a friendly chat. The print shop manager was there with Joe one of the foremen; noticing my concern they made it clear I had nothing to worry about, saying they'd been watching me closely, all this was said in a friendly matey manner. Joe announced he believed I deserved a break, prattling on about my trustworthiness and ability to keep a secret until satisfied with my response. Immediately I thought I was going to be offered a full time job, I didn't need that and told them so, politely of course. The Manager who insisted I called him Alfie laughed saying that they knew I had a good job and wouldn't be interested even if there were a position going.
Now I was a little wary wondering what they had in mind, and asked why I was being given the old best mate treatment. It turned out to my surprise that they had a little private business going on of their own using the company's premises and equipment. Things had been going particularly well and they were recruiting. The work would be occasional but paid well due to the manner of business and the clandestine nature of it. Was I interested? Of course I was, especially when the Manager Alfie said it could possibly be triple what "Specialist Printworks" were paying me.
I had to admit their apparent generosity worried me after they explained I was to be their "Gopher", I wondered whether the job may be illegal, clearly it was being done without the company's knowledge and probably on their premises using their materials so it was somewhat suspect at least. That bothered me but the way Joe guardedly described the day and the pay tempered my conscience amazingly easily. I was helping out at some kind of photo shoot, helping develop the films and clearing up afterwards, for which I would get two hundred big ones to put towards my new guitar amplifier.
So there I was on the next Sunday wondering what the hell I was getting myself into, it was the bank holiday weekend and the works was shut. I waited at the gate at eight thirty as instructed; Joe turned up and let me in closing the gates behind us but not relocking them. We chatted as we walked up to the old abandoned storehouses at the back of the yard. Joe seemed very excited about what was happening and I listened intently as he revealed a little of what was scheduled for the day.
"You're gonna love this Trev me old mate," he chuckled winking wickedly, "I hopes you is a man of the world so as to speak!"
"Yeh, I think I'm pretty unshockable," I laughed cautiously wondering what the hell he meant.
"Have you any idea what's happening today?"
"It's a photo shoot isn't it?" I laughed trying to sound more certain than I actually was, "I'm being paid a shipload to be your run-around and cleanup boy."
"Fair enough but do you know what we're shootin today?" he continued as I shook my head in admittance of my ignorance, "exclusive stuff, nothing heavy though so don't fret about it mate!"
"Exclusive stuff?" I laughed to mask my ignorance and sudden unease, "What the fuck are you on about Joe?"
"You'll see Mate, you'll see," he laughed as he unlocked the door of the third storehouse.
These buildings were supposedly unused and were declared derelict by the company but as Joe flicked the light switch this one at least clearly wasn't anything of the sort. Inside totally contrasted the tatty exterior; the place was amazingly clean and tidy. Several dividing partitions sectioned the main part it off, between each partition were piled furniture, carpets and all sorts of paraphernalia. The two sections closest to the door held boxes and boxes of something stacked on pallets, I didn't want to be seen to be over inquisitive so kept a good distance from them. A small office sat to one side of the storehouse was clearly still in use. I nosed around the fringes of the building until Joe called me over as he disappeared around the other side of the partitions.
I followed him into what turned out to be a small rest area that was set up in the corner of one of the partitioned areas. There were a couple of old sofas a low table between them and a purloined canteen table and chairs. On old workshop benches at one side were a kettle, a microwave, milk, cups and all the necessaries to have a decent break, already spread carefully on the canteen table were two cameras and a pile of photographer's gadgets, which Joe was busily sorting out as we heard the main door open and someone enter.
"That'll be Alfie and the model," chirped Joe without turning, "give them a little while to get acquainted in there and we'll pop in to introduce you!"
"A model!" I laughed, I had been unsure about this from the start now I was totally confused and felt I had gotten into something well out of my depth, "What do you mean by that?"
"A model you knob," he turned pulling a sly lecherous face, "she's a new girl, we've never had her before, she's supposed to be quite a looker and guess what? Old Alfie there reckons she's real keen!"
"Keen, what do you mean?"
"Well up for it Trev, well up for it!" he smiled, "girl's got a sense of adventure, Alfie thinks she may be a natural but we'll take it nice and slow."
"You telling me you're doing porn shots here?" I blurted in disbelief.
"No Trev, well not exactly!" he chuckled turning to me and winking, "specialist material is more the terminology Alfie likes to use."
"Yeah okay," I laughed trying to mask my greenness and confusion as I wondered what the hell was going on, "shall I make us all a cup of tea?"
"Good idea there mate!" he laughed, "make the tea and join us in the office when you're done."
I have to admit my imagination was working overtime as I boiled the kettle and made four cups of tea, enough for everyone. Leaving the steaming cups on the bench I could hear the muffled conversation from the office as I approached to see who wanted sugar. As expected Alfie was doing most the talking with Joe backing up what he said occasionally. The other voice was soft and feminine and so quiet I couldn't make out what she said so I paused before entering to listen for a moment.
"Of course Mr Bassinbourne, I understand," an agreeable reply came in a lovely breathless sounding feminine whisper, "I'm keen to learn, just give me a chance to prove it to you!"
"That's good Stacy, but I hope your inexperience doesn't let you down," he mused.
"It wont sir I promise," whatever was planned she was keen at least.
Before entering the office I drew a deep breath to gather my composure and I hadn't even seen the girl yet. Why was I so nervous, it wasn't me going to get my kit off in front of the camera's for a couple of old pervs.
"Okay then, an easy shoot first, we'll see what you can do on the first set," he laughed heartily before continuing, "Break you in easily so to speak!"
"Thanks Mr Bassinbourne you won't regret it."
"Looking at you love I don't think I will either, but we shall see."
I turned into the office keen to see this girl that sounded too good for words and stood mouth agape in the doorway. Truly stunning would not be too adequate a description of the blonde vision that turned to face me as I entered. My whole being moaned in primal appreciation and my pulse jolted into feverous action as the most gorgeous big pair of expressive green eyes locked onto mine divulging her apparent pleasure at seeing me. The look she gave me melted me to the core, I felt overawed at the sight of her and smiled pathetically back at her enquiring eyes until Alfie distracted her attention away.
They talked, I probably should have listened but didn't instead I ogled at her, taking the chance to study the girl more closely. She was just absolutely perfect I thought, dressed in a fairly tight pale green silk blouse and a shortish cream linen skirt, what looked like old style nylons and deep green stilettos that emphasised her legs perfectly. About twenty, not too thin, her breasts pert and legs long and shapely, her thick blonde tresses hung to her shoulders framing that pale heart shaped gentle face. God I was pathetic, all but dribbling like a dog when faced with a juicy bone I watched the girl whisk past enveloping me in her sensuous perfume.
"Trevor! Oi, earth to sex fiend," Joe nudged me as he followed her out, "come on you arse! Alfie wants you to keep her company while we finalise things on the set you lucky dog!"
As I followed round the partition Joe was scooting off leaving me with her, shit I was so nervous I thought I might crap myself as she turned and smiled openly at me holding out her petite hand for me to shake. For an instant I just stood there stupidly gazing at her like the village idiot before I came to my senses and clumsily reached for her hand.
"Hi I'm Stacy," whispered the girl enticingly as I took her small hand in mine for an electrifying moment.
