Birches Resort on East Lake was an upscale yet rustic hotel and event venue located in the Belgrade lakes region of central Maine. It was one of my favorite venues as a wedding photographer. I loved the upscale rustic but still modern setting. Unfortunately the pandemic and the ensuing economic climate brought it to an early end.
Christine Reed was their event planner at the time. Young, energetic and full of enthusiasm. She had only been in the job a year at The Birches after doing a few years during college working in a hotel in Portland. She was a beautiful woman, mid-height, long dark hair shot with gold and red highlights, mesmerizing blue-green eyes, and a figure that makes men break into a sweat. She told me she had no shortage of offers from clients to visit their rooms, before, during, and after events they attended, and even told me of one she took up to their mutual enjoyment. She had a zest for life, which is my way of saying she was a very sexual person when you got to know her, and that I had over the past month. She even had a small epiphany when we had finally taken that step and realized she was submissive, and enjoyed being told what to do in bed. Despite being forthright enough to ask or even orchestrate situations where she would be treated as such. During that encounter, she'd teased me back to hardness from our first encounter and acted like she was done when she had cum. I pulled her back by her hair, pinning her to my chest, my finger stroking her clit as I drove my cock into her mercilessly. I whispered in her ear that she wasn't done until I was. She later sat at my kitchen table and meekly stated that it was the most mind-blowing orgasm she'd ever had.
Chrissy and I had been conversing through text, email and a few late night phone calls to get things ready for her big debut post of her professional photos on her fan site. I had spent the past week editing, resizing and watermarking the images for her with her own info so they were ready for her to post.
I'm glad we'd worked out a three month deal since this amount of work for free would be a hit to my bottom line. The deal we had was more than equitable, but I wasn't sure it was sustainable. She had offered herself to me, quid pro quo, for my time and skill, and after the first night, and having stopped by on Sunday to make additional compensation, I wasn't sure I could keep up at my age. She was a sexual dynamo at her peak and I was pushing forty-five.
I'd set up a file share site where she could just download the finished product ready to post. I even recommended a few things like posting a teaser to up sell a bundle of photos. She said she wanted to get more types of shoots and brought her lingerie collection over on Sunday, laying some of it out and modeling some of it before it was cast aside for more pleasant pursuits.
One of my favorites was a set she had in red, but not brassy bold, more of a raspberry red with a soft white undertone to it. I knew it would look terrific when I saw it laid out on the bed. It was a lacy thong, she even had a red lace bralette in the same color, I wish it had a garter belt so we could have paired it with some white stockings and said as much. She said she'd check the site she purchased it from to see if one was available. She did have that combination in black lace and I thought that would work well for an idea I had. I found the accessory items I wanted for the costume online and ordered them for our next shoot. They consisted of a set of tuxedo collar and cuffs only. When I told her the idea to shoot at the bridal suite of her former workplace she grinned ear to ear and agreed instantly.
She had a deal with the security guard that was assigned to keep an eye on The Birches while it was closed down. One guard roamed the property occasionally but mostly sat in an on site office and surfed the web all day. The place was unmanned in the evening, but alarms were set and the company was on-call for any incidents. She was stopping by regularly to clean and organize the bridal suite into a photo set for us to use. We had finalized a best day for the shoot, the weather was warming, the days getting longer as spring came to its eventual end. I picked her up bright and early on Monday morning. She had packed a rolling suitcase and toted a cooler down the driveway to meet me.
"Are you moving out?" I asked with a grin as I popped the back of my SUV open. I helped her stow the bag and cooler and she got in.
"I wish. Though I'm not sure the boyfriend is sticking around much longer. She's finally getting sick of his lazy ass. She works two jobs to support them and he can't seem to keep one from one week to the next. He just sits around playing video games and smoking weed when he has the money to buy it. She stopped letting him smoke her paychecks a month ago."
I handed her a tall mocha and a little bag from the coffee shop. Her eyes went wide.
"You need to keep your strength up." I said. She ooh'ed at the site of the chocolate croissant in the bag.
"Keep spoiling me like this and I'm going to get fat."
"I have a foolproof way to keep you burning calories."
She grinned ear to ear, "Yeah you do." She bit into the pastry as I turned onto the road that would lead us toward the lake.
We just listened to the radio for a while when Chrissy broke the silence.
"Bella keeps asking where I'm going. She thinks I've got a side piece I'm not telling her about." She let out a breathy laugh. "She's not far off." Her hand reached over and squeezed my thigh.
"She doesn't work during the day?"
"She does hair during the day when she can get appointments. Economy is hitting her hard there, that's why she waits tables at the bar with me most nights." Chrissy was quiet for a moment. "I told her I may not be back tonight."
"Now she's sure you've got something going on." I laughed.
"Yeah, she cornered me in my room until I spit it out. So, I told her what I was doing."
"How did she react?"
"Well she was the one that took the pics of me the first time so I don't think it was much of a shock until she made me show her the pics you took."
"Oh?"
"She seemed okay at first. She hit me with the same warnings you did that first day in the coffee shop, how once I go down this path, I won't be able to erase this stuff from the Internet and it will be used against me some day. She asked me why I would be doing this as if she didn't understand that I wanted to get my own place, get myself a decent car so I could support myself and maybe, just maybe pay back my school loans. While I was at Birches I was making double payments, I've had to defer due to financial hardship since."
I placed my hand on hers and gave it a little squeeze. "Did she understand?"
"She did when I told her what a couple girls I've been talking to told me how much they made online. They put effort into it, not just some half-assed pics with their phones, costumes, settings," she swallowed audibly, "requests. Some of them even branch into full on porn, but I told Bella I wasn't going that way. I wanted to do solo glamour with maybe a little play to start out with and see how well I do."
"What were they saying you could make?" I was genuinely curious now that I had a look around the site.
