Part two of this one.
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"Why didn't you tell me? Didi asked. She wasn't mad, just curious, or so her smile told me.
"Well, to be honest, I didn't know, at first anyway. Until we got to your room, and you told me what you were in town for, I had no idea," I answered. "Then, I was distracted by your portfolio, and later your lips, your body, your...well, you were there."
"Yes. I sure was. I'm still buzzing," she grinned. "I hope I can keep my hands off you while we're working, here. You know...professional detachment and all that crap."
"So you're not mad?" I asked, seeking confirmation of my initial impression.
"No," she giggled. "If you had told me, I probably wouldn't have...I mean, you know, I might have been reluctant to...shit," she lowered her voice, "...I had a great time in bed. Thank you. I assume you read my note?"
"Yes, I did. I'd love to have that conversation later. For now, we need to get to work. Shall we, Miss Hendricks?"
"Of course, Mister Winslow," she whispered.
There were two sets already in place around the pool. Not 'sets', as in 'look at the set on her', although there were plenty of those in evidence. The client had hired a cornucopia of talent. Blondes, brunettes and redheads, tall, short, and in between, they were all milling about on the deck, looking fabulous.
Didi was looking
exceptionally
fabulous. She had chosen an electric blue bikini, that barely contained her big boobs, showing off the deep cleavage between her globes. The bottom was a thong, which showed off her other globes as well. She was radiant.
This isn't your usual job, unless you work around a dozen or so nearly naked women on a regular basis. We didn't punch in on a time clock, and start exactly at nine. For us, the light dictated things. We tried to stay away from the harsh, glaring sun of midday, preferring the softer, angled light of morning and late afternoon. Since this was the first day of four, we got a late start, but from here on, we'd be at it earlier, moving inside during the noon glare, then coming back out in the later afternoon.
Hoping to get something done before the light became too intense, I stepped over to my set. Didi was talking to another model nearby.
"Miss Hendricks?" I called. "If you would, please?" I gestured to the set ; a lounge, next to a palm tree. My assistants grabbed their soft reflectors, and readied for action.
"Please, call me Didi," she smiled, hustling over as requested.
Toody was for private use only
.
"Very good, Didi. Let's start standing, by the lounge, please. And don't forget...it's a glorious day in the sun, and you're having fun, so show me that smile." I picked up my camera. Later, when the girls were doing the lingerie work inside, smiles would be verboten, replaced by the best sultry, sexy expressions they could muster. Of course, I already knew Didi's bedroom looks.
I just let her run with it, and she showed what a pro she really was. She knew her body, and what it looked like from every angle, so she avoided uncomplimentary poses. Best yet, she knew that the real reason for this job was the clothes, or in this case, the three small pieces of shiny blue fabric that separated her from nudity. Women would be shopping from this catalogue, hoping their bodies looked as delicious in the bikini as Didi's did, and ordering it based on that.
I noticed a tall, lithe redhead standing to one side, watching Didi do her thing. She was wearing a gold suit, very similar in style to Didi's blue one.
"Excuse me? Red?" I called to her. "I'm sorry, I don't know your name...could you come here, please?" She stepped closer, and offered her hand.
"Olivia Shelton," she smiled. I took her hand.
"Nice to meet you, Olivia. Why don't you get in there with Didi, please?" I asked. She had an incredible ass, I noticed as she walked in and said 'Hi' to Didi. Again, I let them do their thing, at first anyway. The girls had no problem touching each other, and I got a great shot of Didi with her hand on Olivia's firm ass, with a look of 'oh my' on her face.
"Ladies?" I asked. "Can I get you facing each other?" They did exactly that. "Great. Now press your hips together, and wrap your back arm around each other's shoulders.. Didi...a little taller please." She raised up on her toes. "Good, now open up your front shoulder, each of you...there you go. Everybody smile, and Olivia, a bit more playful tilt to your head. Let those red locks hang for me."
In the viewfinder, I saw one tall, slightly waifish redhead, pressing her body against a slightly shorter, more buxom brunette. Their hips were pressed close, but the way they had their shoulders turned showed their chests to the camera. Olivia's right breast mashed snug against Didi's bigger, fuller left one, the gold and blue of their bikini tops clearly defining where one girl ended, and the other began.
"Hands on hips...that's great!" I took several frames as the two beauties stayed in this basic position, but varied their expressions and head angles.
The morning passed quickly, a cavalcade of beautiful women parading before my lens in various bikinis. This was the fun part of this job, but the hard part, too. It wouldn't do to be caught leering at the models, so I tried to be a bit more subtle in my observations of their bodies. Of course, on this shoot, I had to be doubly careful, as Didi was watching me, and I really liked her. The girls were not making it any easier.
First, it was a petit blonde named Corrine, who was a perfectly formed little pixie with pretty features and huge blue eyes. She was also an incorrigible flirt, and knew she looked incredible in the tiny red bikini she had chosen. Halfway through our session, I had to stop. She was doing fine, posing like a pro, but her nipples seemed to know only one pose, standing tall, and I do mean tall. What had started out as slight bumps in the fabric of her top, titillating but tolerable, had become porn star prongs that would be too distracting for the catalogue, unless it was being used by a teenager for self amusement.
I called the wardrobe girl in for a consultation, and she agreed. She went over to talk to Corrine, who just shrugged. She looked at me.
"Sorry. I can't help it, my nipples have a mind of their own," she laughed. That made heads turn. A brief discussion ensued, then Corrine said, "here, just take it with you." She reached behind her back, and a second later was pulling the top off over her head.
I had found that models seemed to fall into two categories, at least when it came to nudity. While they all were nervous about their first time nude before the camera, some adjusted quickly, and others didn't. Some would get naked on a whim, and others would retreat to the wardrobe tent to adjust a bra strap. Corrine was obviously in the first group.
So, there she stood, topless in the sunshine, and completely at ease. I couldn't resist capturing her. She saw the camera come up to my eye, and posed for the shot, covering her points with her hands, and giving me a 'what are you doing here?' look. I took a few frames, then she spread her fingers, letting her hat pegs peek out. She was really getting into it, tugging them even longer and cupping her small but round breasts suggestively, when her top returned. The usual course of action for renegade nipples was tape ; either on the little buggers themselves, or inside the bra. It was the model's choice, and I guess Corrine didn't want her sensitive tips duct taped down. The wardrobe assistant helped her back into the top, successfully hiding the offending buds of feminine arousal, and we were ready to continue.
"Can I see?" a voice asked from beside me. Didi was smiling. "I'm surprised it took her this long to show everyone her tits. Corrine is quite the little tart, but she's harmless, and friendly enough."
I scrolled back to the images of her sans bra, and tilted the camera in Didi's direction.
"Yikes!" she giggled, "she'll put someone's eye out with those!" She winked, and walked away.
***
During our lunch break, I walked out of the house with a sandwich in hand, and stopped dead in my tracks. The girls were multitasking. Eating lunch, trading gossip, and working on their tan.
Laying in a neat row, on their yoga mats, were fourteen beautiful women, glistening in the sun. All oiled to absorb the rays and perfect their tans, they chatted back and forth among themselves.
Oh, yeah...one more detail I left out. Naked. Not a stitch between them. Like I said before, the girls were not making it easier to curb my lecherous thoughts. Didi was in the middle of the pack, and saw me stop and look in their direction. She waved. One by one, the rest of them followed suit. Having them comfortable in my presence was a very good thing, and putting them in a flirtatious mood would be beneficial later during the lingerie sessions. I wandered over to them.
A few minutes of mindless smalltalk followed, and I met the girls I hadn't met before.
We had Corrine, Sarah (blonde, willowy), Stephanie (very pretty brunette with nice tits), Olivia, Erin (redhead, curvy), Cecilia (blonde, athletic), Didi, Chrissie (blonde, voluptuous), Charlotte (skinny brunette), Denise (oh my god, huge tits), Danielle (pretty blonde), Frida (tall German brunette), Sheila (sexy redhead) and Lorraine (leggy blonde). I grabbed the camera.
"Class photo!" I laughed. They didn't even hesitate, forming up in two rows like children at school. It was more of a group hug, really, and they were all giggling and smiling as they pressed against each other, oily boobs here, there and everywhere. "Thank you, ladies." It wouldn't make the catalogue, of course, but everyone would get a copy.
***
The end of day one arrived, and all the girls were gone. I was sitting by the pool, scanning through the hundreds of images l had captured today.
There are times when a curious client is the last thing you want to deal with, especially on a day when things, for whatever reason, didn't go as planned. That wasn't the case today. Despite our late start, I felt we had really made some progress today. I wasn't alone in that opinion. The client and his wife, who were also the designers of some of the swimsuits, were quite impressed, and they were most impressed with one model in particular. I would comment, but my opinion was slightly biased by the fact that she was waiting for me to meet her for dinner, among other activities, tonight.
"I think this one's the early contender for the cover shot," the client's wife said, tapping the screen where Didi's smiling face shone out. "She's radiant. What's her name?"
"Deirdre Hendricks," I answered, trying to maintain my illusion of objectivity.
"Well, she's gorgeous, and she really makes that bikini pop off the page," her husband said. "She'll sell that suit, for sure."
Didi would be ecstatic. All the models were paid a base rate for their time, but there were bonuses for each photo that made the final print piece, and of course, the cover was the plum, with the biggest kudos and paycheck. That applied to me, as well, so I was about as motivated as I ever expected to be. Bigger check, happy model, and happy lover...a win-win-win situation.
***
I messaged Didi as I left the set. It only took seconds for her to reply. I can only assume she was eagerly awaiting my text. A flurry of messages flew back and forth, but they were mostly simple pleasantries. The only one that mattered was her last.
