This story is mostly fantasy, but it's based on a couple of true events.
A few weeks ago the daughter in law (my step daughter in law) came by after work and mentioned that she'd gotten a new job offer that day. She said that someone had stopped her during lunch and asked if she would like to be photographed posing with his Harley motorcycle and left his business card with her.
She was excited about doing it, but her husband Bob had told her that she couldn't do it. She still wanted to do it anyhow, but she was too scared to go by herself. My wife told her that all this guy wanted was a chance to see her naked. But she argued that it was a paying job and that she'd always wanted to sprawl out on a hog anyway. Besides, this might be her last chance since she was getting close to 30 and felt that she was starting to become less attractive.
I looked at the card and noticed the e-mail address was dropyertop@XXXXXXX and told her that I didn't think he was talking about putting the top down on a convertible, but that he was expecting her to pose bare breasted. She gave me a look that could almost kill and told me that she knew that, but still wanted to do it.
After she packed up the kids I walked out to the car with her and told her that if she was serious I would talk to the guy and even go with her to the photo shoot so she wouldn't have to be afraid of what could happen if she was alone. I quickly called Radar and after some discussion he offered a price of $250 for a couple hours of modeling topless for photos with his Harley.
He also suggested that he thought she would be willing to do more if asked so I told him that I would do everything that I could to make sure it went as far as she wanted, and if she was willing I would try to encourage her to do whatever he wanted.
A few weeks later Joy and I were in the car on the way to meet up with Radar. We had set up the time and he was going to have the money ready as soon as we showed up. Joy was already dressed for the photo shoot as she was wearing her blue floral bikini underneath the Oakland Raiders leather coat she liked so much. I thought that it was too bad we weren't stopping anywhere along the way as the jacket was just barely long enough to cover her ass when she got out of the car and stood up.
He lived about an hour away so we had plenty of time to talk about what was going to happen, and how she felt about being seminude in front of me, and letting a stranger photograph like that. I could tell that she wasn't feeling at all self conscious, but instead seemed to be quite excited by the whole adventure.
We finally found Radar's house and pulled up in front of his garage. When he heard us drive in he came out and quickly brought us into his makeshift photo studio. He'd done a pretty good job of putting up sheets for a back drop and even covered the floor with cloth so if was difficult to tell that we were still in a garage.
Sitting in the middle of the draped off area was Radar's pride and joy; a gleaming chrome and black Harley Davidson motorcycle. It was evident that soon it would become even more the center of attention as all the lights were pointed towards the bike.