I was floored by the story I'd just heard. We were on the back nine of our country club where my best friend of twenty years told me what his wife Joanna was doing in her spare time.
"You mean..."
"Yep, as the day she was born."
"Are you guys hard up for cash?" I already knew the answer to that. He just laughed at me as we walked to the next hole.
Scott was a very smart and successful guy in the oil and gas industry. He was forty two, a couple years older than me. We'd met in college when I'd pledged to the fraternity he was in, we had been friends since, even over long absences and distances. We now both lived near Pittsburgh, where they had a beautiful house on a large farm outside the city.
"No, she enjoys it." He shrugged. "It keeps her shopping habit going, not that she's ever been outrageous in that respect."
They had met at an industry event in Houston. Joanna had been a promotional model hired to mingle with the 'old geezers' as Scott called his fellow executives. They hit it off and he spent time traveling back and forth to Houston, where they spent a lot of time together, then married. Seven years later they were still going strong.
"You're quiet. I hope I didn't offend you." He said chuckling. "There is a reason I'm telling you this. I'm not bragging."
He went on to bring up my photography hobby. When I had started traveling so much for my work as an engineer for an aircraft company, I found myself filling time between meetings by exploring and photographing everything. I became good enough that when I posted my stuff online I had been approached by stock houses and printing companies to purchase my photos. It made a nice little side income for me.
"She wants to have some photos done that she can sell to her fans. The only problem with hiring a photographer is that she wants the rights to everything and doesn't want to get screwed over, which I can fully understand. She said she'd dealt with a lot of shady fucks when she was modeling. I know that you're really good from the stuff I've seen and I told her about it. She wanted me to float the idea by you and see if you were up for it."
Jo was a beauty, tall, with a cascade of platinum blond hair, pale green eyes, a smile that could melt your heart, and a figure that could stop traffic.
"I can deduce by that look on your face that you've come to the correct conclusion. Yes, she will be nude for these photos. I said to her that I knew you would be discreet. I hope I was right on that count."
I shook my head and got control of my expression. "Of course, it's me you're talking to here. We go back years. Out of curiosity, how long has she been doing this?"
"Several months, maybe a year or so now. Like I said, she gets off on it, literally." He laughed. "Here, I'll give you my account log in. She blocks this area just so she doesn't bump into some joker at the mall who's seen her online." He handed me a slip of paper with a website address, a user name, and password penciled on it. "If you're working from home and have time tomorrow before lunch, check it out. She's usually on around ten or eleven or so to catch the day crowd." Safe to say that the rest of my game went to hell. Scott beat me handily, which used to be a common occurrence. In fact recently he'd been a bit of a push-over on the course. I owed him a hundred bucks and lunch. We headed to the clubhouse to have a bite before heading home.
The next morning dawned bright and I went for a quick run to get the blood flowing. While I jogged I thought about Joanna Meadows. I was best man at their wedding. I'd seen her many times over the years, when they had invited me to parties or dinner. She was the girl that came to mind if you were asked to envision an all-American girl next door. She was smart, sweet and beautiful without having to work at it. I got a stitch in my side as I turned for home and slowed to a walk.
"Probably a pang of jealousy." I thought to myself.
When I got back home I hit the shower but I didn't bother shaving since I had decided to work from home. I made a cup of coffee and grabbed a bagel before heading into my office to check my email. I ate while filtering out the usual office chatter and left myself with the dozen or so important messages I'd need to focus on. I went and refilled my coffee before diving into those. A couple hours went by as I went back and forth with email and checked my voice mail. I decided to take a break and got the last of the coffee and checked my personal email. There was one from Scott.
Hey Bobby,
If you log in to check out Jo you'll find there are funds in the account, to show your appreciation. Don't hesitate to use them, just do it slowly.
Scott
I had completely forgotten that he'd told me about the site and given me his log in. I guess the prospect of taking the photographs had been overshadowed by the fact that I'd be getting to spend time with Jo. I got another pang, this time it was guilt. She was a sweet lady and also the wife of my best friend. That didn't preclude me having a bit of a crush on her. I found the note on my dresser where I'd emptied my pockets the day before and took it back to my office. I set aside my work laptop and brought up my desktop. I was tapping the edge of the note on my desk, the emotions warring in my head. I was torn by the incredibly generous offer she had made in asking me to do the photos and the sneaky maneuver of watching her without her knowing. I thought that it wouldn't be bad since she'd asked me photograph her nude anyway, but then if she knew about Scott's log in, she would think it was him watching her, and not me. The sight of her smiling face from the last time I'd seen her tipped the scales and I set the note down and brought up the site.
I travel a lot for work which makes a decent relationship nearly impossible and leaves me a lot of time to kill in hotels. I was not new to the ways of internet porn. The page loaded to a pane of smaller windows each sporting a different model in various stages of undress. I looked at the note again and logged into the account he'd given me and the screen refreshed with a few new panes across the top bordered in different colors. I looked at the screen for a moment and the first pane was wrapped in gold color and in it was Jo smiling and talking to the camera. She was lively, hands flying as she talked. She wore a loose tank top which gave a hint of lingerie beneath as she moved. It wasn't apparent from this angle that she was wearing anything else. Her long legs were crossed in front of her as she leaned forward and tapped on the keyboard. It was a moment before I noticed that their dog Maggie was laying on the bed next to her curled up with her head against Jo's leg. I clicked on the smaller pane and she filled the screen. I adjusted my volume and her voice came through as clear as if she were in the room with me. She was recounting a story about walking Maggie and getting all tangled up in the leash as she would dart after squirrels or birds that had landed on the ground. I saw a scrolling feed of chat from the room guests, some of it overtly sexual asking her to take her clothes off and more, the rest was conversing with her about their own pet stories. She seemed focused on those. A little banner popped up saying someone had tipped her a few dollars, and she thanked them aloud. I stopped and looked at the screen controls on the bottom and it showed a balance of two hundred dollars. I raised my eyebrows at that but then realized it was only a drop in the bucket for Scott, and he was keeping it in the family. Thanks to beating me at golf the day before I figure it was half funded by me. I figured out the controls fairly quickly and sent her five dollars of Scott's money. She thanked me with a wink and an air kiss towards the camera. She reached forward again and began typing and a little bar popped up making a chiming sound. I opened up the private message.
"Didn't get enough this morning pervert? ;-)"
My mouth went dry. She thought it was Scott and I had no idea what to say, or if I should reply at all. She kept talking and plucked at her tank top and in a dramatic tone noted that it was hot in the house and if she didn't get that tank top off soon she'd have to open up some windows. She didn't seem fazed by the fact that I hadn't responded. Text banners with dollar amounts started to scroll on the screen and her smile broadened. She thanked them for saving her from the possibility of the landscapers peeking in her windows with a little laugh. I joined in sending ten more her way. Several more showings of appreciation scrolled past and her smile broadened. She crossed her arms over her torso and lifted the shirt slowly baring her flat stomach. There were many in the chat cheering her on as the tip banners slowed. Her expression turned comically sad and she stopped lifting before baring her chest. She relaxed her arms slightly the shirt began to drop back into place and like well trained dogs the tip banners began appearing again. Jo's smile returned and the shirt began to rise again exposing a beautiful black satin bra with lace worked edges. The tank top went over her head, and she shook her hair out, for effect, she dabbed her forehead with the shirt before tossing it aside.
"Thank you. Yes it's new." She said responding to chatter about her lingerie. She uncrossed her legs and lifted herself onto her knees showing a pair of matching lace edged panties with a thin satin ribbon that circled her hips holding, them in place. She adjusted the straps so they were even and rubbed a hand down one of the lace cups of her bra to cheers and many rude comments about taking the lingerie off.
