The Photo shop
by Candyman666Β©
All characters participating in sexual activity in the stories are 18 or over. Please don't be afraid to let me know what you think of my stories. This story is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
To help you keep track of the different characters in the series, a list can be found on my author's page in order of their appearance in the stories.
Chapter 58: Horseplay with Dawn.
On Tuesday I was in the shop sorting some stuff when the doorbell rang and someone came in. I looked up briefly and saw a young blond woman in the shop. I didn't really pay much attention to her as I was in the middle of something rather complicated so I just asked her to give me a minute.
"Sure Lew, no problem," the woman replied.
I immediately recognized the voice, but the woman I had seen coming in did not match the voice at all. That voice went with a young blonde with extremely long hair capable of playing Lady Godiva, so I looked up. The face looked familiar and indeed matched Dawn's face, but God her hair, it was extremely short Γ la Grace Jones.
"Dawn?"
"Yes Lew, didn't you recognize me?"
"Not at first no, what have you done? Where did your lovely long blonde hair go to?"
"I donated it."
"What do you mean you donated it? To whom? Why?"
"A personal friend of mine has cancer and she lost all her hair with the chemo she had to have so I donated my hair to turn it into a wig for her."
"That is a tremendously noble thing to do - it must have been hard to part with your beautiful long hair."
"Actually it wasn't, in fact, it was a bit of a blessing. The last couple of months it was getting so long and weighing so much that I regularly had terrible headaches."
"Oh God, I'm so sorry to hear that, so yes I can imagine that this feels like a relief for you."
"You have no idea, Lew."
"And what did your parents think of your decision, I know your mom was very proud of your beautiful, extremely long hair."
"Yes, at first she opposed strongly, but when I told her about the headaches and that I was doing it to help a friend, she quickly changed her mind, saying that it would grow back very fast anyway."
"She might be right there."
"Yes maybe, but now that I have this short hair I just love it. I used to spend hours drying it when I washed it and now, I wash it, towel it and I'm done, so I'm not so sure I will let it get that long again, I could go for a page hairdo though."
"Yes, I think you would look lovely like that, but I guess that's not the reason why you're visiting me?"
"No, I think it's high time we went riding again."
"The weather is indeed improving a bit but I think it's still far too cold to go riding, I don't have any winter gear to go riding outside."
"I don't mean outside, we could ride under the roof at the stables, they have this huge arena where they teach and practice carousel riding sometimes with larger groups."
"Carousel riding - it's been a long time since I've done that, we used to go with the personnel club."
"You did?"
"Yes, we got together every Friday evening in the winter to practice, and when we had our annual open house day to attract new members for the club, we gave a show. I still remember our teacher had devised a whole show to the music of David Hamilton's film Bilitis, one of my favorite photographers."
"That must have been very nice, I do love the music and also the movie of course, and I too very much like his soft focus photos. So does that mean you would like to participate?"
"Riding under a roof, occasionally yes, carousel riding, I don't think I'll have the time to do that on a regular basis."
"You could just join, we do have people who only ride occasionally with us as well."
"Yes though if I don't know the routine I might do some stupid things, breaking it up or even creating havoc."
"No, absolutely not, you know Hellen, she participates only occasionally as well."
"Does she now? She never told me."
"You know her?"
"Euh, yes, I did a project for her."
"Oh do tell, I'm curious."
"I thought you knew about it, you were even part of it."
"I a part of it, in what way?"
"God, she never asked you, she promised she would though."
"Asked me what?"
"If she could use your Lady Godiva photos."
"What did she want my photos for?"
"OK, let me show you."
I took Dawn to my office and showed her the famous men's magazine we had produced for Hellen's husband's Christmas present.
"She never told me anything about this."
"Oh boy, are we in trouble now? Hellen convinced me she had your approval to use the photos. Shall I give her a ring?"
"Yeah, I'm curious how she's going to weasel her way out of this one."
I dialed Hellen's number, well I dialed the number of the garage, as that was the one I had handy. After the second ring, someone picked up the phone.
"Hello, how may I be of service?" A female voice said, which I immediately recognized as Hellen's.
"Hello Hellen, I'm afraid I have some very disturbing news for you."
"Why, what's happened, did someone die, are you ill and dying?"
"No, I'm afraid we could potentially face legal action against us concerning the magazine."
"Legal action concerning the magazine? What did we do wrong? Was the name we chose copyright after all?"
"No, one of the models in the magazine might sue us for using her photos without her consent."
"What do you mean one of the models, which model? I was the model."
"Yes and no, there was one other model involved and apparently you didn't get her approval to use the photos."
"I still don't understand who it could be...unless...is it, Dawn?"
"I'm afraid so dear, apparently you never got her approval to use the Lady Godiva photos."