"Come on in," he said in a very solicitous manner, smiling at the young girl. She had a small portfolio with her. When he seated her across from him, she placed it on the corner of his large, impressive desk. He saw her glance about the office, the furnishing, cheap and second-hand, had a superficial appearance of expensive elegance.
"I was so glad you could fit me in, Mr. Robertson," she said. "I've had so much trouble trying to get interviews." He looked so sincere, nodding his head to acknowledge her difficulties. "I have a collection of my photos in here," she said, placing her little hand on her portfolio. "Would you like to see them?" She smiled at him hopefully. At the few interviews she had obtained, they had shown little interest in her portfolio.
Pat Robertson leaned forward and pulled the portfolio toward him. He opened it carefully, and looked at everything inside, sometimes going back to look at a photo again. "Well," he said at last, carefully replacing everything. "You seem to have everything but the nude shots, but we can take care of that problem."
"Nude shots?" the girl asked. Her heart skipped a beat. "Why would I need those?"
"You don't need them. I don't need them," Robertson replied casually as if it were no big deal. "But our clients like them. Some of the work requires... well, partial nudity or at least somewhat revealing attire. They want to see how much they can show. You can choose or not whether to deal with such people. Forget the nude shots if you want."
Kristin relaxed a little. She sat back in her chair. "Are you saying that you have work for me then? Am I finally getting some jobs?"
"Oh, yes, as much as you want." Robertson smiled at her reassuringly. He picked up her portfolio and peered inside, pulling out a few shots and examining them briefly before sliding them back in. "You have a lot of assets, Ms. White," he said. "You have a very pretty face. Would you mind standing up and moving around a little?" When she rose, he got up and stood, watching her move about. Kristin tried to keep her best side to him.
"Is this all right?" she asked, coming to a stop. He shook his head yes, but his lips were pursed as he gazed down at her legs.
"Would you mind pulling your dress up so that I can see how your upper legs look and turn around like that?" Kristin pulled her dress up as high as she dared without having her panties show and slowly rotated about where she stood. When she faced him again, he smiled at her. "That's fine, relax." She let her dress fall and smoothed it with her hands. "Did you happen to bring a swim suit with you?"
"No," she admitted, becoming worried. "I didn't know I needed one."
"Normally you wouldn't, but, as I said, we do need some supplemental shots of you wearing less attire." He sat down to ponder this situation, and Kristin sat down, hoping once more that everything would be fine. "You know," he said, "Maybe you can do some shots in your underwear, if that's all right with you." Kristin was silent for a long moment. "You don't have to," he added. This was the closest she had gotten, and she did not want the opportunity to slip away. "You're lucky," Robertson went on. "I have my crew on the premises today. If you are willing, we can get whatever shots are missing... No charge, of course!" He laughed and smiled at her. She felt better again.
"Well, I suppose I could do it," she replied in a low voice. She felt insecure about removing her clothing. She was biting her lip, feeling nervous. She wondered what kind of a crew of gawking louts would be staring at her. Robertson picked up his phone and spoke a few words as she sat there. He was sending for someone. Soon there was a rap on the door and in came a woman, still very attractive, but she had to be in her forties.
"Donna, this is Kristin," Robertson said. "She needs a few more shots. Can you take her to the dressing room? I'll be out in a minute." Donna greeted the young girl and put her at her ease as she led Kristin out of the office. Kristin felt better that another female would be present. In the dressing room, she took off her dress and carefully hung it up on a hanger. She checked herself out in the full-length mirrors on two of the walls. She looked good. Her bra was sexy, but not trashy. Her panties were perhaps a little too conservative, but thankfully her light-colored pubic hair did not show through the fabric. She put on the slippers Donna had provided.
A door on the other side of the room opened, and Donna peeked in. "Are you ready, Kristin? Oh, you look fabulous, dear! I think you'll do well with Pat."
"I hope so. I could really use a break," Kristin sighed. As she passed through the door, Donna gave her shoulder a squeeze of confidence. Kristin found herself in a larger room with floods and reflectors pushed against the wall where she had just passed through the door. Another wall had screens with different backgrounds. The one currently pulled into use was a tropical setting with palm trees and blue skies. Various pieces of furniture were arranged against the other two walls.
The photographer, a rugged older guy, looked up from his camera. "Stand over by that screen, young lady," he said, nodding to the tropical setting. His assistant, a younger man, maybe twenty and not much older than Kristin, went over and pointed to where she was to stand. He seemed to be well proportioned as if he spent time working out. He returned to the photographer, who handed him a newly loaded camera.
Robertson came into the room. He had changed to loose trousers and a golf shirt. "Let's get started," he said. "Jack, let's do group B; then we'll see what we need. "Do you have the polaroid loaded?" Jack nodded yes and picked up a camera. He walked toward Kristin and took a couple of shots. After the polaroids were developed, Donna, Jack and Pat laid them out on a table and examined them. The assistant smiled at her in a friendly manner. Kristin stopped feeling uncomfortable about posing in her underwear.
Jack took a few more shots, posing Kristin in different positions. Again there was a little conference. The assistant came over to her. "I'm Norman. I think they like you, so you may need to do some more shots. It will really be worth it," he said reassuring her. As he went back to fiddle with a camera, Pat came walked over, still talking over his shoulder to Donna.
"Honey, you don't have to do this," he said soothingly, "But would you mind taking off your bra for a few more pictures?" Kristin hesitated briefly, but then unfastened her bra. Donna took it from her, placing it neatly on a chair. "Hmmm, we need to wait a few minutes until those marks fade from your skin," Pat said. He stood in front of her, apparently thinking about something. "You know, honey, we are probably going to need some totally nude shots. Why don't you slip out of those panties too, so any elastic marks can fade away."
Kristin looked toward Donna, who smiled at her and nodded her head slightly to encourage Kristin to go along. Turning her back to the crew, the young girl leaned over and slid her panties down her shapely legs. When she turned back, Donna was there to accept the flimsy garment, and carefully placed them next to the bra. Jack and Norm set up some lights and placed a few props near the tropical screen.
"OK, let's move along now," Pat said mildly, and Jack took a few more polaroids with Kristin obediently assuming various poses. These were gathered for another conference. This time Norm was included.
Pat walked over to her. "Do you mind doing a shot holding this? Tell me if you don't want to do it," he said. He held up a slim pink tube. Kristin knew what it was, a vibrator. She had seen pictures of them, but had never owned one. She agreed and accepted the device from Pat. He patted her shoulder reassuringly and stood back while Jack took a couple of shots with her holding against a nipple or her cheek. Kristin was surprised she had not flushed in shame.
After a short conference, Pat announced, "I think we are just about ready. Maybe we will do a little video too. Is that OK, sweetie?" Kristin agreed. "By the way, Kristin, are you still a virgin?"
"Is that important?" she asked. She had lost that two boyfriends ago. Damm, she thought, I hope this doesn't hurt me! "No," she admitted, "I'm not."
