Lindsay needed money.
Badly
. As much as she could lay her hands on, because College was so fucking expensive. Her Mom made an okay living, but her books, rent, food and party money were emptying her bank account, and fast. She wanted her social life at College to be as memorable as her studies in art.
The tall, tanned blonde co-ed had been happy to get away from her Mom. Her Mom was a great lady, raising her mostly on her own, but they needed space. Maybe now she could get out of the house and have a little fun, Lindsay certainly intended to. Lindsay really wanted to experience life, partying and sex -- not necessarily in
that
order. But those things cost money, so did the sexy clothes and shoes she needed to party in. Lindsay knew to attract attention, she had to wrap herself up in a pretty package. She knew she had a great ass and long, slim legs, kept in toned condition from running an hour each day.
A lot of guys were beginning to notice her, although some of them were such
dorks
in how they approached her, she sighed. She'd hoped by college, they'd have grown up, but the 19-year old found a lot of them were still just
kids
- big kids, but kids nonetheless.
Lindsay wanted to have some fun and meet interesting men, but as she kept running through her mind, it cost money. Her sister, best friend
and
roommate, Sonia, never seemed to lack for money, but had no visible means of support. Their mom wasn't sending Sonia dime one and Sonia didn't ask for anything. Where she was getting money from was driving Lindsay nuts, so she decided to ask her brunette sister where the funds were coming from.
"Oh, that's easy, sis. I model on the side."
Lindsay was puzzled. Both of the sisters were tall and leggy, but Sonia tended to be a bit more on the voluptuous side. Sonia picked up on her sister's puzzlement.
"
Nude
modeling, kiddo. For a nice photographer, he's quite the dish, but no monkey-business, he's very professional - darnit! Hey, you could do it too Linds -- with your face, body and those legs, you'd clean up."
Lindsay blushed and stammered, she couldn't --
could
she? Sonia's next statement clinched the deal.
"Each job pays $100 bucks a session, which lasts about an hour, but if it goes over, it goes to $150 an hour for each additional hour. You'd work a few times a week and I could set it up. Plus, it's kinda sexy, knowing guys -- and a few girls -- are looking at your pictures in a magazine or Website and fantasizing about you."
Lindsay didn't catch her sister's final few words. She was still thinking about all of this. She voiced her final concern to Sonia.
"But -- if anyone saw them ... "
"No biggie sis, I use a fake name --
Daria
. Besides, not like our Mom's gonna see 'em and when's the last time we heard from daddy?"
Their parents had divorced 10 years earlier -- for reasons their mother had never disclosed -- and the girls usually only heard from their father on birthdays or holidays or whenever the moon was blue.
Lindsay conceded that Sonia had a point, so that's how, on a sunny Friday afternoon, Lindsay found herself clad in a scandalously short mini, silver lame halter and stiletto heels, standing in front of James, turning every which way and that. For the first little while, she felt a bit uncomfortable and silly, but James had a calm, professional demeanour and reassured her how sexy she was.
"Sonia was right, you're a little honey and the camera loves you. Okay sugar, time to lose the top."
Lindsay trembled a bit, but she was going for it. She hoped this could launch a career and make her a fair pile of money. Lindsay dropped the lame top onto a nearby stool and posed, her beautiful, tanned delicate breasts now on display.
"Man, you are absolutely
gorgeous
. Okay, turn here. Bend a bit, smile, Perfect. Now, give me a
Fuck Me
look. Perfect. Okay, the skirt next."
James found it hard to be professional with the tall blonde. She was the hottest thing he'd photographed in years -- photogenic, tall, with a lovely face, long blonde hair, and something about her seemed to shine with every click of the camera.
She wouldn't have believed it possible, but Lindsay was having a blast. She made a little show of removing the tight miniskirt, shimmying out of it. When it reached her feet, she kicked it to the side. Lindsay thought the sexy, older photographer was enjoying the view. Now, only in a thong and heels, she posed sexily, on a chair, on a couch, a bed setting. She teased with the thong, once it was off, she felt sexy, an previously-unknown exhibitionistic streak emerging. She played with her pussy and she was turned on. Her pussy was glistening wet and seductive thoughts began galloping through her brain.
Lindsay's long legs were posed every which-way and when she looked at the clock, nearly 3 hours had gone by. She realized that she'd now earned some nice money, but she'd also had a lot of fun. Yes, it was hard work and her body ached a bit, but she felt proud of what she'd accomplished and she'd earned the money all by herself.
Sitting on the stool, still naked, she accepted a Coke and James showed her the proofs. Was that really
her
? She looked sexy, wanton,
wild
.
"The camera loved you, you're gorgeous. Are you interested in doing this again?"
Lindsay nodded, her blonde hair still slightly askew. James brushed it away from her face. His dark hair, a touch of grey at the temples, and light blue eyes -- he really was quite a striking man. His eyes met hers and she felt herself grow flushed.
"You're the kind of girl men will fantasize about, Lindsay. With legs like yours -- oh man, will they ever!" He smiled, an almost-boyish grin.
"Will
you
fantasize about me?" James turned around and saw her dark brown eyes staring into his. "Will you think about
fucking