(A sequel to "Debra's Anniversary")
(Fictional story about fictional characters)
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Never in a hundred years did Debra Barone dream that the lousy economy would have such a direct and drastic effect on her family; but it had. The economy, coupled with the effects of the digital age, had created a crisis in the Barone household. New York Newsday, where her husband Ray had worked, had furloughed all of its sportswriters; and was now paying them just for the free-lance articles they submitted; that were accepted for publication. She knew "furlough" was just a fancy word for "laid-off." They had eliminated all "staff-writers." She probably should have seen this coming because subscriptions for the newspaper had been falling precipitously for quite some time...no one bought a newspaper anymore; they just read then online. Now, just three months later, they were already starting to feel major effects with their finances. Sure, everyone always tells you to "put away" ten or twenty percent of your income for "a rainy day" or for retirement. Ray did have a retirement account, but he couldn't touch it until he was fifty-five. They had no savings to speak of; how could they; they had three children and a fairly large mortgage. Now they were going to have difficulty making next months payments.
Ray was able to sell a few articles to the paper; but no where near enough to equal his former salary. No one else ever mentioned it; but Debra blamed herself for their lack of financial stability, because she had stopped working outside the home when pregnant with Ally; and had never gone back. She had not produced any income in about eight years.
Ray's overbearing parents, Marie and Frank, lived right across the street; but they had not offered any financial assistance; and Ray would never ask. They were a strange family...his parents would jump at the chance to help out with the kids, or around the house; but they were as tight with their money as a fat man's belt. Ray's brother Robert was a Sergeant with the NYPD, but he had borrowed money from her and Ray; so he would be no help.
Debra knew that after paying the next months bills; they would essentially be out of cash; so she was desperate. She remembered that her friend, and professional photographer, Sheila had mentioned that she sometimes took photographs of models and sold them to "niche" magazines...magazines that had a very limited and select clientele. She knew the twins, Michael and Geoffrey, needed new sneakers; and that Ally had school pictures coming up next month; so she decided to call Sheila.
Sheila was overjoyed to hear from Debra, but sympathized with her predicament. She thought for a moment, and then told Debra that she thought she may have the perfect assignment for her; as long as she didn't mind getting kinky...and naked. Debra was intimately acquainted with Sheila and had expected the latter. She would just tell Ray that the pictures were for advertisements; like being a "hand" model for dish detergent or something. Sheila mentioned the compensation amount; and Debra accepted immediately; although the inflated amount suggested to her that it must be something really kinky. Sheila told her that she did not have to bring anything special to the sitting; and they made an appointment.
When she arrived at Sheila's garage studio; the two friends embraced and quickly went upstairs to discuss the shoot. To say it was a garage studio was to give it an injustice: the garage was a full three car building; with a full second floor. The studio was as large as a small house. Debra had been there before when having boudoir photos taken for her tenth anniversary...and things had gotten out of hand. She, Sheila , Sheila's husband Bill, and his business partner George; had all had a very erotic encounter that day...one she would never forget. The two friends sat on a comfy sofa in the office area of the studio; and Sheila began to explain about the photo shoot.
"I have several magazines I submit photos to," she began, "and I think I have one that would be perfect for you. I take some pictures for "Jugz" magazine; but they really want obscenely enormous breasts. Your breasts are magnificent; just not grossly over-sized. I think you are perfect for the bondage magazine I submit photos to. You could probably even wear a mask to cover your face...just in case someone you know should see them. So what do you think, Debra?"
"If you weren't kidding about the money you quoted me on the phone; I'm definitely in," answered Debra without hesitating.
"Great, " Sheila exclaimed, "since I already knew your size, I hung some outfits in the changing room for you. Why don't you go change, and I'll set up the cameras. Meet you in the 'bedroom.' "
Debra eagerly entered the changing room, and found some leather clothes hanging on hooks, waiting for her. She quickly stripped off all her clothes and shoes, and examined the leathers. The leather pants were very tight and she had a difficult time pulling them up to her waist. They actually didn't come all the way to her waist; they were very low hip-huggers. She chuckled to herself when she saw they had a zipper that went all the way from the rear waistband, down under the crotch, all the way up to the front waistband; so that when the zipper was opened; both her ass and her pubic area would be exposed. She smiled when she remembered she had shaved herself completely that morning in anticipation of something just like this.
She next donned a short leather vest , that zipped up the front, and squeezed her chest like an old fashioned corset. The vest also had zippers at strategic locations: there was a zipper across each nipple area. The vest itself was so short that her whole stomach, and belly button , area was exposed. She had to admit it was very erotic. The hip-huggers were so low that they only came to about an inch above her slit; and actually left some of her ass crack exposed. The remaining article of clothing was a full leather hood; it reminded her of "Batman's " cowl. The hood would cover her whole head; and also had zippers for the mouth and eyes. Without putting on the hood; she scrutinized her figure in the full-length mirror; and found herself getting aroused. She really did look hot...and she still had the zippers closed. The outfit was so tight that it emphasized the little paunch she had around the middle; but she still knew she looked sexy. The final addition to the outfit was a pair of five-inch black stiletto heels that accentuated her shapely legs.