UNFINISHED BUSINESS
I
The first time Kathleen took off her clothes for a camera started simply enough with a small ad in her college newspaper the year she turned twenty-two.
It announced that a prominent men's magazine was seeking coeds at the university to pose for one of its "Girls of the athletic conference" editions. Off campus interviews were scheduled in several weeks and anyone interested in the chance to pose nude, semi-nude or provocatively clothed was invited to submit a full-length bathing suit photo. At first, Kathleen laughed at the ad but over the next week, the thought of a recent romantic breakup kept drawing her back to it.
In the end, she submitted a demure photo of herself in a black one-piece suit that showed her curves to perfection. Her cover note made it clear that she was only interested in posing with her clothes on.
She responded to the ad partly out of curiosity and partly in defiance of an ex-boyfriend who was fond of telling her that was she was oversexed. He had ended the relationship with a cutting remark about her body.
All of it was still a sore point with her, particularly his comment about her "junior varsity tits." Mailing the envelope, she smiled to herself, thinking about how he would react if her breasts, even clothed, ended up in the pages of a men's magazine.
The slight had been particularly cruel after he had so freely indulged in her gifts, eagerly fucking her in such disparate places as the deep stacks of the university library, on car hoods in secluded parking turnouts, even standing in the surf in plain view of a packed beach of people able to see them only from the waist up.
At the time, he had voiced no complaints. Nevertheless, he had seen fit to demean her at their parting. Somewhat uncharacteristically, Kathleen had resisted the impulse to comment on his own frequent clumsiness making love to her.
It wasn't so much that he had a smallish dick, although she could have asked for more. The problem was that often he did not know how to please Kathleen completely with it, something that often left her begging, and him complaining that she demanded too much. After the break-up, she rationalized his remark as overcompensation for what was lacking between his own legs.
She knew that she was an exquisite lover and was very aware that her breasts were desirable, having seen enough men stare at them. Kathleen also had made a careful study of them herself, including self-indulgent sessions in a mirror with fingers between her legs. She reveled in their firmness and perfect symmetry.
Kathleen was also quietly grateful for her magnificently sensitive nipples that she had read are the province of smaller breasted women. Her nipples became engorged at the slightest stimulus. When erect, they stood out half an inch from the globes of her breasts. Even before there was a man to put his lips on them, Kathleen had learned to tease those nipples in her rituals of self-pleasure.
Never expecting to hear from the magazine, she was surprised to receive a short response inviting her for an interview in the ballroom of a local hotel two weeks later. It turned out to be something of a cattle call with almost two dozen women responding to the invitation. Kathleen was relieved not to see anyone she knew while she waited for an attractive woman from the magazine to start the meeting.
The middle-aged woman welcomed everyone and identified herself as a production assistant. She was intelligent and well-spoken, projecting excitement over the project but also discipline and organization.
After a discussion of the selection process and the logistics of photo sessions scheduled for a later date, she explained that those who were still interested would be interviewed individually. Whether or not a prospective model agreed to pose nude, each would be asked in the closed-door interview to remove her blouse and pose for an above the waist photo wearing only her brassiere.
After that information, three girls left the ballroom. Kathleen was not one of them, although her stomach fluttered a bit at the thought of the gauzy see-through bra, she had impulsively chosen to wear that morning.
Four finalists would be selected from the day's interviews and asked to participate in two days of shooting, the first at various outdoor locations where finalists would be photographed fully clad. The next day, girls agreeing to appear nude would be invited to studio space where they would be treated to professional hairstyling and make up before settling down to business of undressing in a campus themed set.
When called for her private interview, Kathleen was surprised at how business-like it all seemed. The production assistant turned out to have been a former model herself who liked the work so much she had made a career of managing location shoots and coordinating what the magazine prosaically called "talent."
"I see that you are only interested in fully clothed shots," the assistant told Kathleen. "That's fine, of course, but you really should reconsider. You have the body type and looks that magazines are clamoring for right now."
Before Kathleen could respond, the woman said, "Take off your blouse."
After fumbling with its buttons, Kathleen shrugged off the blouse and presented herself to the interviewer.
"Fantastic!" the assistant said. "Your breasts are perfect." Holding up the swimsuit photo, she added, "And those legs. I'll bet that your rear is just as pretty. Stand up and let me take a look.
Kathleen was blushing now but hesitatingly obliged.
"Just what I thought," the assistant said. You are beautiful."
Kathleen was agitated and slightly surprised at her gathering arousal being appraised by another woman. She turned again to face the interviewer who gathered a camera and snapped off the bra photographs. By this point, Kathleen did not care that her nipples were rock hard and pushing through the gauzy fabric.
"Lovely," the assistant said after a few clicks. "We will be in touch. Think about the nudes. All four finalists will have the opportunity to spend time on our studio set. You are free to say no but taking off my own clothes for the magazine was one of the most empowering things I have ever done as a woman.
"Also take a look at our current issue. There are nude shots of a popular singer who has your same body type: blonde, tight little B-cup boobs, and a firm bottom to match. You'll see how tasteful it can all be."
Kathleen left the interview again certain that nothing would come of it, despite the interviewer's comments. Two weeks later, a scheduler from the magazine called to say that she had been selected for the group of four finalists.
In a few days, a package arrived with shooting details and a copy of the magazine's current issue. Kathleen could not resist turning to the pages showing the naked singer. In fact, they could be a body doubles. She was surprised at the singer's expression as she looked at the photographer. There was palpable desire in her eyes.
"Well," she said to herself, "the answer is still no."
