Charlenes Not So Non Nude Angels Ch 02

CHAPTER TWO

The internet's top three non-nude models, Jardin Découpage, Debbie Romani and Wanda Soldado, stood in front of a plain white backdrop in a photography studio, each wearing nothing except a tiny G-string. They held flags of their native countries in front of them, the French Tricolour for Jardin, the Union Jack for Debbie and the Stars and Stripes for Wanda, the cotton pulled tight across their big, expansive tits.

In front of them, the photographer Reinhard clicked away while his lighting assistant, a young black man called Adam, stood nearby, holding the reflector. Next to them, a video camera worked silently, the whole scene being captured in stills and high definition video.

At the back of the room, watching intently, was the girls' agent representative, Charlene Nicholson. Despite being there in an official capacity, she wore just a tiny G-string like the others with a T-shirt pulled over her huge, braless tits. Charlene had started out on her own modelling career that morning but this shoot was all about Jardin, Debbie and Wanda.

"Okay girls, moment of truth," the photographer said.

Smiling at the camera the whole time, the three girls slowly, oh so slowly, began to lower the flags covering their enormous jugs. For the first time in their careers, the three of them were about to go topless - - and they were doing it simultaneously and exclusively for Charlene's father's company.

More and more cleavage was revealed as the cotton flags slipped ever lower and Charlene smiled, remembering how they'd arrived here.

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Just two days before, Jardin had walked into the offices of Nicholson's Models and told the pretty receptionist that she had an appointment. She'd flown from New York on an all expenses paid trip after a brief meeting with Charlene who'd told her they were interested in taking her on and rejuvenating her non-nude modelling career. It had hit rock bottom recently with her ex-manager (and also now ex-boyfriend) Frederico leaving her in trouble with the IRS and him on the run from the police.

Figuring she had nothing to lose, she'd accepted the offer and arrived at the offices in L.A.

"Jardin?" said a familiar voice. She turned and saw Wanda Soldado, the all natural busty Latina model she'd met a few times over the years and even done a photoshoot with. Wanda, too, was a non-nude model, the pair of them making their names by not showing their large tits, and only posing in bikinis or lingerie.

"What are you doing here?" Wanda asked, stepping over to her and giving her a brief hug as Jardin air-kissed both her cheeks. They'd gotten on when they'd worked together but were not close, each one aware that the other was a potential threat to her fame.

"I have an appointment," Jardin said with just the hint of a French accent. "Monsieur Nicholson is apparently interested in helping me with my modelling."

"Yeah, I heard about the crap you're going through," Wanda said. "Who knew Frederico was such a bastard, eh?"

"Oui," Jardin said with a shrug. "But what of you? Why are you here today?"

"Same reason, would you believe? I've been dropped by my agent and am looking for work."

Despite being one of the tamer models on the internet, Wanda's work had been targeted over the last year by a religious group who appeared at her every shoot waving banners and shouting slogans, disrupting everything. It had reached the point where no-one wanted to work with her because of the trouble she attracted. That she was a Catholic and had never gone topless let alone nude didn't seem to bother the protestors.

"Ah, the church people," Jardin said. "I heard about them. They are crazy, oui?"

"Damn fucking right they are," Wanda said. "I can't get a single job with those fuckers turning up every time."

"It seems we have both been having some troubles," Jardin said.

"Debbie Romani to see Mr Nicholson," came from behind them. They turned to see the ex-model standing at reception. When the receptionist asked her to wait for a moment, Debbie turned round and froze, seeing the glares of the other two models.

Debbie had been the internet's most successful non-nude model before she'd quit and tried to become an actress, a career move that had failed when the British companies she'd worked for simply wanted her to flash some flesh for the camera. Before her TV career had bombed, she'd spoken out in several interviews, claiming that the non-nude models who followed her were never going to be as good or successful as she had been. While she hadn't named anyone specifically, Jardin and Wanda had known the remarks were aimed at them and a long standing grudge had developed.

"Jardin. Wanda. How nice to see you both," Debbie said quietly, her English accent grating to their ears. In all truth, she was ashamed of the things she'd said in the interviews, having been prompted by her now ex-manager to say them to stir up some controversy.

"Pah!" Jardin said with a derisive flick of her head. Wanda raised her hand and popped her middle finger at Debbie.

"Ladies? Mr Nicholson will see you now," the receptionist said, indicating a large, wood-panelled door off to the side.

"All of us?" Jardin asked.

"That's right," the receptionist said.

Jardin and Wanda glared at Debbie again and stalked ahead into the room, leaving her trailing behind on her own.

The room was spacious but dominated by a large white sofa which faced a desk on which was a huge TV screen. At first the three models thought they were alone in the room before they heard the sound of heels approaching from a large alcove. They turned to see the woman who had invited them all here, Charlene Nicholson.

"Good morning ladies," she said, walking over with a tray containing three glasses, a pitcher of water, some cordial and a pitcher of orange juice. She wore a conservative dress suit but, as before, her blouse struggled at the buttons to contain the huge pair of tits it tried so desperately to hide. "Please, be seated," she said, nodding to the sofa, placing the tray on the small table in front of it. "Can I get you a drink?"

"I'll take some OJ," Wanda said, sitting at one end of the sofa. Charlene poured her a glass and handed it to her, noting Wanda's gaze drifting to the deep cleavage visible in Charlene's bent over position. Wanda realised she'd be caught and blushed slightly.

"I will have water, s'il vous plait," Jardin said, sitting next to Wanda. She too couldn't help but stare at Charlene's impressive bust as it pushed down against her blouse and looked away when Charlene smiled at her.

"Some cordial, please," Debbie said, sitting at the other end of the sofa, as far from the other two as she could, Jardin pointedly moving closer to Wanda. Her gaze, too, was drawn to their host's huge tits and she found herself hoping a button or two would pop.

Unknown to the others, each of the models had had a strange experience when they'd met Charlene for the first time. Each had received a flash of an image of Charlene making love with them and while it had only lasted a second, it had left them all incredibly horny. Jardin had ended up in her shower, fucking herself with a shampoo bottle; Debbie had sat half naked in her hotel room, fingering her pussy; Wanda had retrieved the largest of her dildos and screwed herself silly with it.

"I'm so glad you all decided to come and speak with my father," Charlene said, standing up. "Hopefully you'll decide to work with us and we can all become much closer friends."

"Where is your father?" Jardin asked.

Charlene turned round to the large screen on the desk, more than aware of the three models staring at her pert ass in her tight skirt. She pressed the ON button and stood to one side as the screen lit up.

Damian Nicholson appeared on screen, sat at a desk wearing an open necked shirt and a jacket. He was perhaps 50 or so but looked good so it was difficult to tell; his hair was dark and thick and he sported a neatly trimmed goatee; his eyes were dark but almost sparkled and his smile was genuine and white.

"Ladies, it is so very good to see you in the flesh, so to speak," he said, his rich, deep voice a pleasure to their ears. "First, my apologies for not being there. Unavoidable business keeps me from meeting you which, believe me, is something I truly wished to do today."

"You can see us?" Jardin asked with some surprise.

"But of course," Nicholson said, pointing upwards. The models glanced up and noticed a small, discrete camera attached to the top of the screen and directed at them. "Technology, eh?" he said with a laugh. "I hope my darling daughter has attended to your refreshment requirements?"

"All done, father," Charlene said. "As you can see, our guests have their drinks in hand,"

"Excellent," Nicholson said, reaching off screen and picking up a small tumbler of liquid. "Then may we have a quick toast to an amiable meeting and a beneficial one if nothing else?" he asked, raising his glass. He waited until the three models had raised their own glasses and watched as all three drank.

"Now then, to business," he said. "You have all, through no fault of your own, fallen on hard times over the last year or two, is that fair to say?" The models nodded. "And it would be useful for all of you to resurrect your modelling careers if only for the sake of financial requirements, yes? Well, my company is willing to take you on to our books, to represent you and find you work, but not with other agencies or websites. We would manage you exclusively; all your new content would appear on our site alone and you would retain a majority copyright on that content so that whenever we lease it to another site or publication, you will continue to be paid for it. We look after our girls here, ladies, and are not in the habit of ripping people off."

Wanda and Jardin smiled at each other; Charlene smiled sympathetically at Debbie.

"However, what we can't do is produce the same old things people - - your fans - - are used to. Debbie, if I may start with you," Nicholson reached for a file and opened it up, flicking through it as he spoke. "You had an excellent portfolio when it came to mixing lingerie and bikini shoots. You could look both innocent and, if you don't mind me saying, downright horny in either outfit. Those magnificent breasts of yours are only part of your appeal, though, as you have - - and I hope the others will forgive me here - - the best arse I've seen in a long time."

Debbie actually blushed while Jardin and Wanda glared at her. Or at least they started to. Both of them wanted to refute the compliment she'd been paid but they had to admit, Debbie had a fantastic ass.

"Wanda," he said, pulling another file over. "You've concentrated mostly on bikini and standard street wear shoots, not bothering very much with lingerie and as a result, you're less of a sex kitten and more of the girl next door, albeit one with a large pair of natural breasts. The curse of naturals, as I'm sure you know, is that they'll head south quite quickly and that cleavage flashing is only going to take you so far."

Wanda surprised herself; had anyone else said that on their first meeting, she would have delivered a mouthful of abuse but coming from Nicholson, she actually found herself agreeing.

"And Jardin. Of all of you, you're the one with the largest apparent contradiction. You know you're making your fans horny; the way you cup and fondle your breasts leaves no doubt you know they're there to make men hard. You've done more than one video where you put yourself in a situation that screams sex and yet - - you never go topless, you never go that extra inch or two, leaving your fans disappointed and, ultimately, bored."

Jardin would normally dismiss such criticism but, like Wanda, she found herself nodding, realising the truth of what he'd said.

"Now all three of you need to do something to break free of those roles you've put yourself in and, if you agree to work for me, the most obvious thing is the easiest: you all go topless."

Debbie, Jardin and Wanda stared at the man on the screen. They'd had numerous requests for topless shoots in their careers and every time they'd said no. They were non-nude models, for God's sake! It didn't matter how much of their breasts they showed if there were no nipples on view. They could be as revealing as they wanted and still be classed as non-nude.

And now, this man offering them a job if they'd go topless - - it was - - it was - -

"You know my father's right, girls," Charlene said. "This whole hide the nipples thing is just ludicrous. You've all done the hand bra shoot, you've all had the occasional nip slip and the world hasn't ended, so what's the big deal?"

"For what it's worth," Nicholson said, "Charlene is about to embark on a career as a model as well, working alongside you and she's more than ready to go topless. Aren't you, dear?"

"Ready and willing," Charlene said, smiling at the three women on the sofa. "Care to join me, girls?"

"Oh what the fuck," Wanda said after a pause. "I need to get back into things, so yeah, I'm in."

"Oui, so am I," Jardin said. They both looked over at Debbie.

"Bugger it. Yes, I'll do it," Debbie said.

"Excellent. You've made the right choice, ladies. Charlene will draw everything up and we can get to work in a day or two. Welcome to your new lives, ladies."

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A couple of days later, after a long morning's shoot where they'd slowly lost various items of clothing, the internet's top three non-nude models, Jardin, Debbie and Wanda, stood in front of a plain white backdrop in a photography studio, each wearing nothing except a tiny G-string. Held in front of them were the flags of their native countries, the French Tricolour for Jardin, the Union Jack for Debbie and the Stars and Stripes for Wanda, the cotton pulled tight across their big, expansive tits.

Before them, Reinhard the photographer clicked away while his lighting assistant, a young black man called Adam, stood nearby, holding the reflector. Next to them, a video camera worked silently, the whole scene being captured in stills and high definition video.

Charlene sat at the back of the room, watching intently. Her own modelling career had started that morning, posing alongside the other three for the non-nude shots before her own topless pictures were to be taken the day after. She wore just a tiny G-string like the others with a T-shirt pulled over her huge, braless tits, her nipples hard and poking against the soft cotton.

"Okay girls, moment of truth," the photographer said.

Smiling at the camera the whole time, the three girls slowly, oh so slowly, began to lower the flags covering their enormous jugs. For the first time in their careers, the three of them were about to go topless - - and they were doing it simultaneously and exclusively for Charlene's father's company.

More and more cleavage was revealed as the cotton flags slipped ever lower and Charlene smiled as, with a little flourish, all three flags fell to the floor revealing the girls' huge naked tits to the camera for the first time.

"Oh my God," Reinhard said quietly, snapping away with his camera.

All three girls cupped their own big tits and hefted them towards the camera, smiling and laughing all the time.

"Fucking hell," Adam sighed.

Debbie, in the middle, put her arms around the waists of Jardin and Wanda and pulled them close, their big tits squashing against her own as they angled their bodies towards her.

Charlene crossed her legs, fighting the urge to slip her fingers into her G-string and ease them inside her now sopping wet pussy.

She didn't know what it was that her father had supplied her with to slip into their drinks the other day, but if it was this easy to get them to go topless, she wondered what else they'd be doing soon enough.