Sheba And Alec Her First Miniskirt

Prologue

When Alec had first clawed his way into commercial fashion photography (which wasn't at all flashy, but paid real money) he was grateful for one client in particular who gave him steady, repeat business and a predictable income stream. Alec was starting over in midlife with nothing to lose, but still needed to pay rent. The client was a local Christian fashion brand which produced "ethical, demure, Christian" designer clothes for girls in their teens and early twenties. It was mostly "hip" t-shirts with slogans about Jesus, and jeans with faux-ripped knees.

The client wanted to ensure their success, and so was willing to invest in the cost of genuine talent from the local branch of a large, reputable modelling agency. But they still had a limit to their budget. That was how Sheba became their official "face."

At 5'4", she was under-height for big fashion, but she was a blonde with a perfect smile, she was affordable, and she fit the client's vision. She was 16 years old, shy, but perfectly photogenic. Alec worked with her and the Christian clothing brand for the next two years, and he enjoyed a career success he hadn't savoured in a long time. Sheba made good money too, but her parents, who dropped her off, co-signed her model releases, and picked her up from her shoots, put all her earnings in a trust fund.

That's why it made for an awkward conversation the day Sheba came in for the client's fall clothing line shoot, one month before her 18th birthday, with no parents, and tried to sign the release by herself.

"Hey Sheba, what's up. Where's Mom? I still need her signature," said Alec cheerfully but with one eyebrow raised.

"You don't anymore," she said, smiling shyly.

"I do sweetie, you're still 17 yet."

"Nope. I'm emancipated now."

"Sorry?"

"I'm legally emancipated from my parents."

"I totally don't understand."

Sheba explained the concept to Alec while he listened incredulously. "It took me a while but I got a declaration from the court to remove my parents as legal guardians and take control of my trust fund."

"Man, this sounds heavy," he said. "What happened?"

"That's a long story. My family's Jehovah's Witness, but I don't want to be JW anymore. That caused a lot of trouble, and eventually I was disfellowshipped. So I applied for emancipation, and I got myself out of the stupid all-girls private Christian school I was at."

"What's disfellowshipped mean?"

"Basically kicked out of the JW community. I can't see my family anymore or the JW community, and they can't see me."

Alec sat silently for a moment, trying to wrap his head around her story. "This all sounds really heavy," he said after a pause. Sheba nodded, and for a brief moment her face twitched. She cleared her throat and straightened her shoulders.

"Anyway it's all for the best. I'm here, I'm ready to work. I want to keep this gig. And now that I can do what I want, I also want other fashion gigs that aren't Christian. No more Christian clothing lines. In fact, I'm reading this big book that's full of tips and information about real fashion modelling." Sheba pulled a thick book out of her bag about high fashion modelling.

Alec decided not to remind her about her shorter height.

"Okay, fair enough," he simply said. "There's certainly a lot to know about fashion beyond this small-potatoes catalog stuff."

She nodded and continued. "Also, Alec: I want to try glamour modelling. Do you do glamour shoots like Maxim and stuff? My parents would have never let me try glamour modelling, but I can do whatever I want now, and I'm curious."

Alec raised an eyebrow again. "Actually, you have to be 18 for that, Miss. Come back to me in a month when you've turned 18 and then we'll talk. I'm not sure you actually know what glamour's all about."

"Well, fine then. Let's make it my birthday present. Because I don't have any plans for my 18th birthday."

"You're kidding. Why not?"

"Well, I can't see any of my JW friends, and I'm not in the private school anymore. So yeah, those would be all the people I'd celebrate with and they're gone."

"Awe jeez, Sheba," said Alec. "I'm really sorry. Alright, let's do that then. But I have to figure out this stuff with your release now."

"Yeah I'm allowed to sign contracts and stuff."

"I still have to clear this with the client and the agency, miss. I'm sorry, I just don't get this emancipation stuff."

Alec spent about an hour on the phone with the client and modelling agency before everyone was confident that Sheba could sign her own release with no legal issues, and they got on with the shoot for the fall clothing line. At the conclusion of the shoot, they scheduled Sheba's birthday shoot one day after her 18th birthday, because Alec was booked the previous day. He assured Sheba he would take care of everything.

Sheba's Glamour Shoot

Alec had marked Sheba's 18th birthday on his appointment calendar, and their glamour shoot the following day. On her 18th birthday, Alec's client shoot ended early and so he decided to head out and pull wardrobe for Sheba. He knew her measurements by memory and he realized with a thrill that this would be an exciting shoot. He'd watched her mature from a shy, quiet teen into a shy, quiet eighteen year-old, her breasts swelling out and her hips becoming sensuously curvy. He had never seen Sheba wearing anything that wasn't completely demure, and he realized this was an opportunity to change that. He also ordered a small birthday cake for her with "Happy 18th Sheba," written on it. It was waiting in the studio when Sheba showed up with her hair and makeup done. She was always amazing at doing her own hair and makeup.

"Wowz thank you Alec!" she squealed and threw her arms around him. She was wearing a Jesus t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers, because she got her clothes free from their shoots. Alec could feel her breasts pressing into his chest as they hugged. They felt really good. They had some cake and chatted. Alec had her favourite music playing on the studio system.

"You've been so good to me these past years," she said. "You're like an uncle to me. I'm so glad I have someone cool to spend my 18th with."

"Awe," Alec said, giving her a quick side-hug. "You're a sweetie. It's been wonderful watching you grow up and become your own person. You've been through a lot, and you're a brave girl."

"I'm almost finished my fashion book!" she said. "Did you know real fashion models never wear any underwear underneath their outfits?" Her eyes were wide and solemn.

Alec almost choked on cake.

"Well, I don't know about that..." he started.

"Yes it's true. It's to prevent VPN. Visible Panty Line."

"But Photoshop..." Alec said, his voice trailing off. Then he shrugged. "What do I know."

Sheba didn't seem to hear him as she walked over to the dressing room and kicked off her shoes into her bare feet before taking a deep breath. "Okay let's do this. What do I wear?"

Alec took a deep breath. "Okay, let's try these." He led her over to a wardrobe rack on which he'd hung his purchases after giving them a quick steam. First he took an off-white, stretchy, Henley top with a daring, plunging v-neck that ended with three buttons below that. He handed it to her and she held it up.

"Interesting," she said quietly and nodded slowly. "What do I wear with this?"

Alec handed her the mini skirt. It was a very light pink. And it was short. And cute, with pleats, giving it a flare, especially in the back. Sheba held it up and inspected it silently.

"Glamour..." Alec said tentatively. He could feel the new direction they had turned towards, and his chest felt tense.

"I've never worn a short skirt before," she said quietly.

"Never?"

"Nope. Especially not a mini skirt."

Alec nodded slowly. Did you bring the accessories? The belt and heels?"

"Yep," she said and paddled over to her bag. She proffered a pair of cute, strapless heels and a black belt.

"Good, those should go fine with the outfit," he said. "Go on, give it a try." Sheba nodded nervously and slipped into the change room. Alec checked his camera and lighting. He had a simple lighting set-up.

Alec heard a timid voice behind him and the click of high heels.

"Ahem," Sheba said softly.

Alec used every faculty to keep his reaction neutral. Sheba looked hot. The scoop neck of the henley top exposed Sheba's deep, full cleavage dangerously. And he could make out the outline of her nipples through the top. He could scarcely believe he was seeing it. Sheba? Her nipples?

And yet there was more to see.

Sheba's mini skirt was really short on her. Her bare legs were smooth and heavenly. Alec realized this was the first time he had seen Sheba's legs, bare.

"Fantastic!" He gave her two thumbs up.

"Willikers this mini skirt is short!" she said shyly. Her hands kept impulsively smoothing the hem down in the back as she walked around hesitantly, trying to get used to it.

Alec tried not to stare, but he found it difficult not to take his eyes off the hem of the short mini skirt as it bounced teasingly in the back when she walked, giving little tantalizing "lifts" in time with her steps. His gaze riveted on her as she walked in front of him, carrying her bag which she'd had in the change room. Her bare legs looked so smooth. The skirt was maybe one and a half inches below her bum.

"Does it fit ok?" Alec asked.

"Yeah but it feels so open and exposed," she said softly. Her back was to Alec. His heart was beating faster. He couldn't help himself, and sat down on the studio floor for a better angle to watch her. Sheba leaned forward to place her bag on the floor by her stuff. As she leaned forward, Alec also leaned forward to try to see up her skirt. As he did so, he was able to see the beginning swell of the cheeks of Sheba's bum. He felt his heart convulse. He straightened up as Sheba turned to him.

"What do you think?" she asked. Alec's heart was pounding.

"Pull your skirt up higher at the waist," he said, trying to keep him voice calm and even. Sheba obediently carried out his request, inching the skirt up higher at the waist.

"A little higher," said Alec. Sheba trustingly did as she was told, and inched the skirt even higher. Alec saw the crease of Sheba's bum cheeks start to show. He swallowed hard and began to shiver.

Sheba saw where Alec's eyes were looking, and reached her hands back to feel where her skirt hem was falling. Her fingers could feel the exposed sliver of her bum cheeks where they began to peek out from under her skirt, and her eyes widened. She tugged her mini skirt back down and blushed.

"Maybe not that high," she managed to say nervously.

Alec nodded mutely and they both pretended the moment hadn't happened. But inside he was shaking with arousal. He could not believe that he was going to see sweet innocent Sheba in such a tiny skirt with bare legs, let alone get to see Sheba's bum. He couldn't wait to try to see up her skirt again and see what kind of panties Sheba was wearing. He shook himself off and got up.

"Well," he said, "next, a good glamour model keeps a video diary. So we're going to do some behind-the-scenes video takes and put up a YouTube site for you!"

"We are...?" she said.

"Yup," he said, impulsively grabbing his iPhone. It would have to do.

"Okay, well, I guess we don't have a choice," she said doubtfully. But Alec had already started the video.

"Say hello to your future fans, and tell them what we're doing today!"

Sheba covered her face with one hand. "Alec! I'm not ready," she laughed. "What am I supposed to say?"

"Just tell everyone what we're doing today."

"Um, well... okay, hi everybody! Um, I'm Sheba and today is my first glamour shoot!"

"What's your outfit for today?"

"Um, I'm wearing this li'l top which shows way too much cleavage," she said, looking down at her bare chest. "And, um, a skirt."

"Tell us a bit about the skirt."

Shana hesitated. "Um... um... well. It's a super short mini skirt. It's really, really short. I've never worn a mini skirt before. I've never had so much of my bare legs showing."

"Yes we're definitely going to have a fun shoot."

"Yes! We're going to have a fun shoot!" Sheba tilted her head to one side and waved.

"Give us a little twirl."

"Uh..."

"C'mon, just a quick twirl," Alec's voice quavered.

Sheba shyly twirled, slowly, averting her gaze. As she twirled, the hem of her short little mini skirt lifted up a bit, and Alec could see a quick flash of her bum cheeks again. He wondered if was visible on the video.

"Good girl!" Alec said and got up. He fixed the iPhone to a lightstand with an A-clamp and picked up his camera. Sheba watched him with a finger placed delicately in her mouth.

"So what do I do?" she asked.

"Well, let's start off the way we always have. Just step over to the cyclorama and let's shoot!"

Sheba smiled. "Oh okay that's easy!" She skipped over to the set and did a cute little shimmy dance to the music. Alec hoped she couldn't see just how big his boner had become, because watching her shimmy in her tiny skirt made him harder. Every step he took forced his hardened penis up against everything it was pushing against, and it felt so good.

The shoot started as most of the others had. Sheba was used to doing commercial fashion poses, and so she struck catalog poses as Alec snapped. She would shift her weight from one side to the other, tilt her head, smile, and then try another angle. Only this time she was modelling in her tiny skirt and top, and Alec could see her nipples pushing out through the fabric, and the round upper curves of her breasts exposed through the deep v-neck. Alec had never seen so much of Sheba's bare cleavage before. As she posed and turned, the hem of her little mini skirt would sway and undulate teasingly as it flared up and away from the smooth, creamy curves of her bare upper thighs. On the front of her bare upper thighs, Alec could barely make out a suggestion of wispy, light peach fuzz that the studio lights would catch at only a specific angle that he couldn't reproduce.

"So these are very fashion-like poses Sheba," he said.

"Yah, I know. What should I be doing?" Sheba stopped and looked uncertain,

"Well, glamour is about being sexy. Try putting your hands on your knees and pushing your butt out." Sheba turned to the side and bent her knees as she placed her palms on them. She pushed her butt out. Alec could see how that caused her mini skirt to ride up her behind dangerously high, but he wasn't standing behind her and couldn't see whatever it revealed. Sheba was none the wiser, and it appeared that because she had never worn such a short skirt before (let alone any skirt) that she didn't know how to ensure she didn't betray her modesty. Nor could she really sense what the skirt was doing as she moved. Alec snapped pics as Sheba worked the pose.

"Try crouching," Alec said. Sheba went from her butt-push pose down into a crouch. Alec saw how dangerous the pose was for such a short skirt. So much of her bare thighs were exposed as she draped her arms around her shins and rested her cheek on her knees. Alec realized if he was standing in front of her that he would probably be able to see up her skirt. From his angle, it was all in shadow.

Sheba stood up again and shook out her legs. "That's hard on my shins," she said. "What else?" She did another little shimmy.

"Keep doing that," said Alec. "Just dance a bit."

"Really?"

"Yup, and move your hips a lot. Dance sexy."

"Okies," she said, gyrating her hips and moving around in a small circle. "Totally not used to this." She giggled. "I never dance much."

"It looks great Sheba. Just really move your hips, undulate them."

Sheba sensuously and slowly undulated her hot little body, turning slowly as if on a rotating pedestal. Her mini skirt twitched and danced. Alec burned through his SD card, trying to be patient with the recharge time of his lights. He reached for the iPhone and started videoing her. Sheba's eyes widened.

"Oh, no," she said.

"It's okay, keep doing that. Work it for the video." Sheba redoubled her effort, smiling and keeping eye contact with Alec's iPhone.

"Okay, okay, enough," she finally said. "I'm starting to feel weird, here."

"Okay, no worries, no worries." Alec put the phone down.

"Seriously, what else should I do?"

"I tell you what, come over here a sec."

Alec led Sheba over to the corner of his studio where his office was set up. A large bookshelf held dozens of photography books. From one shelf he pulled a large art book and layed it out for Sheba to flip through. It was pin-up photographs from the 1940s and 50s, interspersed with pin-up paintings by artists like Vargas and Elvgren. Sheba flipped through the book slowly.

"Wow..." she murmured. "Look how they twist their bodies."

"Yeah, lots of curving, see," said Alec. "And notice the expressions on their faces. Lots of exaggerated expressions, open mouths. Mock surprise. Very theatrical."

"What about this one? We could try this one," she said, pointing to a photo of a model lying on her front, on a bed, with her feet kicked up behind her. "Can we use your bed?"

"Well, I'm not dragging that across the floor to the set. But I do have some spare bed sheets for it."

"She's posing in her bare feet. Maybe I should go with bare feet for this one?"

Alec's heart jumped in his chest. "Yeah, totally. Please! And make sure you point your toes like she's doing. Like a ballerina." He watched her slip off her heels into her bare feet.

While Sheba had gone briefly in her bare feet in the studio, Alec had never photographed Sheba barefoot. His hard boner twitched achingly in his pants as they pulled out the sheets and made a nest out of them on the studio floor. Sheba gingerly lowered herself down onto her stomach, being careful to hold the back of her mini skirt down. Although it covered her rear, it barely covered it, and the swell of her butt was just a movement away from starting to show.

Alec began taking photos again and Sheba kicked up her bare feet and posed her feet sexily like in the book. "Like this?" she asked.

"Point your toes hard, sweetheart," he instructed. Sheba arched her bare feet and pointed her bare toes.

"Like that?" she asked innocently.

"Yes, like that. Good girl, Sheba." Alec continued snapping.

Sheba had gorgeous bare feet. Alec got an adrenaline rush and pounding heart from being able to see how Sheba's exposed bare soles wrinkled as she pointed her toes. He seized the iPhone and began videoing her.

"This feels cute," she said to the camera as Alec videoed.

"You have really pretty feet, Sheba," he said, losing control of his thoughts.

"I do?" Sheba looked back at her feet.

"Yes, especially when you arch them and point your toes."

Sheba pointed her toes hard. Her bare soles wrinkled deeply. "Like that you mean?"

"God yes. That looks sexy." Sheba slipped a finger into her mouth shyly and kicked her feet slowly back and forth,

"Thank you, Alec," she said softly. "I didn't think my feet would be sexy."

"They are. Really, really sexy." Alec scooted over and showed her a frame.

"Wow," she said. "That's super cute. And yes that looks sexy."

"Yes! You have sexy bare feet," he said.

Sheba covered her face in embarrassment. "Thank you Alec!"

"Oof, alright, let's try something new," he said.

"A new pin up pose," Sheba suggested. She got up and went over the book. Alec joined her as she flipped through more pages.

Sheba stopped at one of a pretty model kneeling on a chair, putting her weight on the chair back and kicking up her feet behind her while smiling.

"That one?" Sheba looked up at Alec and he nodded eagerly.

Alec dragged a chair to the set. Sheba knelt gingerly on the chair and looked over her shoulder expectantly. Alec lifted his camera and aimed it at her.