This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments.
PS -- If you have fantasies, ideas, etc for new stories please let me know, that includes twists on existing stories and I will see what I can do. Many of my stories have started out that way.
Chapter 1
Penny came into the reception area and took a seat in a cushy chair far away from the door. As she crossed her legs her skirt slid up her thigh revealing a long expanse of sleek toned thigh all the way to the cheek of her butt. The photographer was appraising her from a one-way mirror on the wall and the look on his face revealed his lecherous thoughts. His wicked grin grew as she crossed her legs and more of her elegant, succulent stem was revealed. As the skirt drew higher, he noticed a tight firm ass cheek attached to her stylishly exposed leg.
He marveled that this gorgeous young innocent had walked into his lair and he knew she was ripe for his manipulation and corruption. It had been a long time since he had dominated a young naive model and he knew it would be enjoyable, but he also needed the money. With her stunningly beautiful innocence face, silky skin and sleek wholesome cheerleaders' body he knew the camera would love her. He envisioned the dollar signs dancing in his head as he imagined the corruption and degradation of this natural beauty. In addition, he got hard thinking about how much fun it would be having her spread before him ripe for the plucking.
Penny sat innocently unaware that she was being watched as she fidgeted in her chair. She had been the beauty queen, head cheerleader and class president back in Nebraska and the world was her oyster. She came to The City knowing that everyone would clamor to have her model for them, but two months later, she hadn't had a single nibble. She was out of money and desperate, but determined to make it as a high-end model. The photographer was well known as the best of the low-end photographers, she needed a better portfolio and with her money gone, he was her last resort.
She played nervously with her long honey blonde hair pulled into a ponytail with the end teasing her lower back. With her hair pulled back, her stunning doll like face was offered in startlingly simple beauty. Her face was oval with sharp cheekbones and her minimal makeup only illuminated her natural beauty. Even her eyes darting around the room in fearful anxiety didn't detract from her regal and elegant splendor.
Penny was indeed a rare beauty; her skin was flawless with its polished flesh tones containing nary a wrinkle or blemish. Her petite ears, delicate celestial nose and bow-shaped lips were perfection on her face, but her large golden, brown eyes completed her doll face. Her eyes truly were the window to her soul revealing her determined fiery innocence and her fiercely passionate, loving heart. Once you saw her eyes they drew you in and you couldn't look away.
She was wearing a simple striped sweater and small pleated skirt. Both were very tight with the outfit revealing enough of her shape that anyone could see there was beautiful woman underneath. The sweater was snug, stretched tightly over her chest revealing her large, very nice bust. She had a small waist, with shapely killer legs displayed beneath the short skirt.
The photographer rubbed his chin, his eyes popped open with an idea, and he started to rub his hands together in glee. His smile grew even bigger as he got up to go greet his new victim.
"Hello, you must be Penny! I have been setting up the studio for our shoot. Come on back." He said as he strutted into the room.
He shook hands with Penny, holding her hand a little too long, feeling her softness and sensuous warmth seep into his arm. As they walked from the reception area into the studio, the photographer placed his hand on her lower back, guiding her into his lair. The studio consisted of an open area with several backdrops and a section next to that with what looked to Penny like a bunch of wood props. Then, further over to the side there was a bed with backdrops behind that as well.
Penny was usually pretty good at reading people and the minute the photographer came out of the back room; she knew he was a sleaze ball. He was over 6' tall and lanky with a two-day growth of beard over his rugged, angular face. His short-sleeved shirt revealed stringy ropes of muscle that hinted at strength beyond his lack of bulk. He was not ugly but he seemed hard and old beyond his years. Penny thought he looked like he would have been more at home roping cattle on the range.
His lecherous grin told her she had to be on her toes if she was going to deal with him. Unfortunately, she didn't have any more money and she knew she couldn't afford the more reputable photographers. She secretly wondered if she was making a huge mistake coming here. However, she mentally shrugged her shoulders knowing she really didn't have any other choices. She couldn't go home a failure, so she desperately needed a much better portfolio, something that would catch a modeling agencies eye.
She had seen some of his work and she knew he could produce excellent photographs. In the photographs, she had seen the incredible expressions on the models faces. She was really hoping he could coax out of her the intense expressions she had seen in some of his work. So far, all of her photographs had been fairly generic and to be honest she looked bored in her photographs. She was willing to risk dealing with him if he could help her capture a large range of emotions displayed in her body and face.
He calmly inquired, "Well Penny, tell me what kind of photos you need today."
She responded fidgeting from one foot to the other while wringing her hands, "I'm trying to redo my portfolio. I need some different categories of photos to fill in my blank areas." She was really nervous dealing with this photographer, but she needed to push through and hopefully get some great photographs.
"Okay, so you're new at this. Did you bring any of your current portfolios? What areas do you need to fill in?" He queried noting her nervous ticks.
"Well, something that's different that might catch an agent's eye. All I have now is some general and close up face shots, some natural light shots and a few overall full-length photos. Sorry no, I forgot to bring my portfolio. To be honest my current portfolio is bland and needs some spice, especially in my facial expressions."
"Well what kind of modeling jobs are you looking for, runway, print, swimsuit, glamour or pin-up?" He queried.
"Well, at 5' tall, I've been told that I'm too short and my breasts are too large for runway, so I'm thinking print and maybe swimsuit or lingerie.
"I see, did you bring any costumes for the swimsuit or lingerie, because if not then I have several," he said.
"I brought some, but I can look at yours as well."
"Okay let's try the swimsuits first. The changing room is over here and there are racks of costumes in there. If you see something you like try it on."
Penny went into the changing room and looked through the costumes, all of them were skimpy and risqué. She felt uncomfortable being almost naked in front of a stranger so she opted to try on her tight one-piece swimsuit that she had brought with her.
When she came out, the photographer gasped and said, "Honey, you will only get jobs in "Old Maids Quarterly" in that outfit. Agents want to know what you look like and how you will look in their clothes. If you want, I will take your photo in that, but a string bikini would probably be much better," said the photographer.
"Besides, swimsuit and lingerie modeling are going to show lots of skin, so you need to be comfortable showing off in front of the camera. Plus, the agents need to know how you look in a skimpy swimsuit or lingerie." He added exasperatedly.
Penny looked slightly embarrassed and agreed, "Yeah, I guess you're right. Thank you, I know I need your advice on how to fill out my portfolio."
She could tell he was trying to get her out of her clothes and into something much more risqué. She could see in his eyes he had ulterior motives and his lecherous looks hinted at what those motives were. Even so she needed to do this and she needed some photographs of her nearly or even completely naked. Her hands were trembling at the thought being nearly naked in front of this man, but she knew coming here what she had to do. She needed someone like him and she needed him to push her into some different, wild, beautiful and exciting photographs.
She turned around and went back into the dressing room. Since she didn't own anything like he had suggested, she rummaged through the rack of swimsuits to see what she could find. Everything was tiny and some hardly even covered her nipples or quim. She was really glad she shaved all her hair and even shaved her pussy bald before coming here. Finally, she settled on something small but still had some modesty, and as she looked into the mirror, she thought. "This looks really good on me and really shows off my great figure."
She looked at her own expectant face in the mirror as her glistening eyes traveled down to her breasts bulging out of the skimpy top. Her breasts always attracted attention and she thought her petite slender body only made them look bigger. She looked down at her tiny waist with her diminutive hips and her small ass flaring into her stunning legs. She had always thought her hips and butt were too small and her breasts too large, but combine they seemed to create a perfect Barbie doll figure. She threw her shoulders back with confidence and went out to face the photographer again.
As she came out from the dressing room, he got his first look at her figure. Wow, she was a walking wet dream. She had beautiful firm breasts with nipples trying to poke holes in the swimsuit, an incredibly small waist with a flat belly, nice shapely hips, tight butt cheeks, and killer legs.
