This story comprises of 16 short chapters (all written) that will be released in turn as I edit them.
Like many of the submissions on here this could have been placed in a variety of genre's; Loving Wives, Fetish, Novels & Novellas but I felt it was best suited to Exhibitionist & Voyeur.
As always constructive comments are welcome but please don't tell me where the story is going after reading one chapter.... You might be wrong!
Please remember it is just a story and like with so many of them, there are always a few liberties taken with reality.
Enjoy
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Jessica's Epiphany
~~~ Chapter 3 ~~~
He was right, if we didn't get Richard Danville's signature on the contract our business was finished.
I'd already screwed up once by not arranging a back-up model and had had to step in to save things for us. If we lost the deal now because I wouldn't have dinner with him then it would have all been for nothing.
However, my concern was that he had more than food on his mind from the way he had been watching me.
Biting back the retort I wanted to make I simply replied, "Yeah, I know we do."
I was trying to control my emotions as I pushed up off the bed and went to collect my normal clothes from the bathroom.
"Did Kelvin say when the photos would be ready?" My husband called out as I started to pull on my jeans.
"He thought he'd be able to get them to you in a couple of days."
"Perfect, It'll take the guys a day or two to work them into the presentation, then we can set up a meeting with Richard."
"Oh shit, the office. They'll see my pictures in the office." I blurted out at the sudden realisation.
"Well yes, that's how it works when we do a shoot for a client."
I groaned inwardly. I hadn't thought about that part when I had offered to stand in for the model.
"Is there a problem babe?"
There was no point objecting now, the session was over and done with and if we didn't put forward a proposal for our client we would be certain to lose the contract.
"Did he say anything more about signing with us?" I changed the subject as I came out of the bathroom, fully dressed for the first time since earlier that morning.
"Not really. We're still on probation for three months until we put our initial strategy forward and he either likes or dislikes it."
I sighed and started to collect up all of my things, bundling the lingerie into the bag it had arrived in, before we set off home.
"Shall I get us a take-away on the way?" Tom asked as we carried the things down to our cars.
"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. I'll head home and get this stuff unloaded."
"What would you like?"
"Umm.... how about Chinese?" I suggested after a moment's thought.
"Suits me." He grinned.
Our choice for our evening meal agreed we loaded up my car with everything and I set off, leaving him to follow on and collect our dinner on the way.
It was late by the time we fell into bed and while Tom was quickly asleep I spent a while reflecting on the day and the revelation it had brought me.
'Did I really have a hidden exhibitionist streak?'
After my initial concerns I had quickly taken to modelling and had certainly found it a turn-on. However, the real test for me would come when the rest of the office got to see the pictures and I had to hear their comments.
'Would I do it again if I was asked?'
Richard Danville had certainly hinted at wanting me to be one of the models for his campaign but could I do it if it came down to it. Would my husband even agree to it?
'What did our client want from the dinner he expected me to agree to?'
If I was forced to choose what was more important, our business or our marriage. what would I do? Could I live with myself if Richard didn't sign and we lost everything?
"How far did Tom expect me to go to get a signature on the contract?'
He had enjoyed watching me posing for the camera half-naked but did he want me to go further?
I turned the same few thoughts over and over in my head, trying to find the answers I needed but only ended up with the same concerns every time.
In the end I gave up worrying and rolled over, waiting for sleep to take me.
Spending the weekend doing my normal household tasks; cleaning, shopping and the like, I tried, unsuccessfully, to keep myself from fretting about the upcoming week.
I was curious what the other people in the office would say about the pictures I had posed for, but what really concerned me was just what our client might be expecting if I agreed to have dinner with him.
There had been no update from Kelvin by the time I arrived at work on the Monday and the urge to call him and ask how he was doing was almost irresistible. Somehow I stopped myself, consigning myself to waiting.
Of course there was enough to keep me occupied. We had a couple of minor clients that needed work done for them but every time the door opened or the phone rang I stopped what I was doing and held my breath.
"Do you think we should give Kelvin a call?" It was about four o'clock when Tom came out of his office and perched himself on the corner of my desk.
"I'm sure he'll be here tomorrow." I resisted his suggestion, my anxiety about seeing Richard again and having to go to dinner with him foremost in my mind.
"You've been on edge all day. What's bothering you Jess?"
"Nothing."
He smiled, "I know when something is up with you. So, what is it?"
"It's nothing really."
"Somethings worrying you babe, I know you to well."
Avoiding his gaze, I looked at the floor, "It's just .... Well, just what is Richard Danville expecting from this dinner?"
"He says it's something he does with all the girls who model for his company." My husband said soothingly, "Just a peculiarity of a wealthy old man I guess."
"But is it? What if he.... he expects more than just dinner?"
"We need this contract Jess." He avoided looking into my eyes, "Just keep him sweet and get his signature at the bottom of the page."
"And what exactly does 'keep him sweet' entail Tom?" I responded rather tartly, "How far do you want me to go to get him to sign?"
"You know what I mean."
"No, I don't know what you mean." My irritation at his ambiguity must have been obvious to him from the tone of my voice, "Are you telling me to sleep with him?"
"I'm not telling you anything babe. Just make sure he signs that fucking contract."
Compressing my lips I glared angrily at my husband's back as he returned to his office, my fears over the proposed meal with our client, Richard Danville, growing.
That night at home was as frosty as I can remember.
Apart from a few necessary exchanges, required as part of sharing a house, we barely spoke to each other and our evening meal was conducted in total silence.
There was certainly no intimacy in the bedroom either. I simply turned my back on him and kept to my own side of the bed while he stayed on his.
The following morning was no better and our usual chat on the journey in to the office, about the day ahead, was replaced by a tacit, icy ambience.
It wasn't until mid-morning, when Kelvin appeared with the photographic proofs, that I finally relented and joined him in Tom's office.
"Well, how do they look?" I asked nervously, closing the door behind me.
The photographer glanced up and grinned, "They're absolutely amazing Jess. Your client is going to love them."
"Can I see?"
My husband looked up at me a little apprehensively and moved aside so I could view what was on the computer screen.
The image staring back at me left me speechless and for a moment I found myself thinking they had done the whole shoot again, this time with a real model.
In the photograph I was wearing the emerald green lingerie with black stockings and laying back on the table in the hotel suite's sitting room. However, while the outfit was one of my favourites it wasn't the underwear but the way Kelvin had me posing that took my breath away.
With one arm flung back above my head my eyes were half-closed and my lips were slightly parted while my hair lay in disarray around my head, giving me an erotic look of ecstasy.
"Is... is that really me?" I managed to whisper unable to drag my eyes away from the screen.
"I told you, you're a natural." My husband chuckled, "Richard's definitely going to want you for the rest if we get the contract."
"When, not if." Kelvin added, "I can't see him not signing when you show him these."
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But what if he doesn't get what he wants when we have dinner?'
The thought leapt into my head the moment Kelvin said it was a foregone conclusion.
I remained silent though while we scrolled slowly through the rest of the pictures, only making the occasional comment from time to time, until we got to the ones of me posing with the waiter.
"Oh God, these are...."
"Soft porn?" Kelvin suggested with a chuckle.
"Exactly." I glanced at Tom looking for his reaction but his expression was completely neutral as he stared back at me.
"They are what our client asked for."
Turning back, I studied the image on the screen.
I was standing by the bed in a red thong and black hold-ups with my breasts pushed up and out by the quarter cup bra I was wearing.
With my hands twisted in my hair, pushing it up, my tits would have been totally exposed except for the fact Stephen was standing behind me with his hands cupping them.
It prompted me to recall how his fingers had been discretely toying with my sensitive nipples, sending little jolts of pleasure down to the top of my thighs.
"W... where is he intending to use these?" Anyone could see there was no way we could publish these pictures.
