I guess I was lucky. Just born beautiful! I had the golden blonde hair, slinky body, perfect little tits and a smile to dream about. I'm not bragging...OK, I am bragging but still, if you've got it, why be shy about it?
So, of course I was interested in modeling when I graduated from high school. I was 18 and gorgeous! I could have had any boy I wanted with just a slight gesture of encouragement. To be paid for my good looks seemed like a natural thing to me. It was my birthright...wasn't it?
I started out modeling clothing for, like, juniors because of my youngish looks but I really wanted to do high fashion stuff. The guy, Harry, who ran the modeling agency I worked for kept telling me I needed more experience and I just had to work my way up. I was aware that most of the girls he used went unpaid because they so desperately wanted the work. But I always got paid because Harry knew I wouldn't have it any other way.
It was a few years ago now that Harry called me and said he had a really important shoot coming up but it involved modeling underwear. "There's no nudity involved," He promised, "But, after all, it's panties and bras so..."
Harry knew I would draw the line at anything sleazy like nude photography. Nowadays everyone expects you to do it but I felt My good looks put me above something like that. He also promised the money would be good so I agreed to do it. Harry told me I had to shave "Down There" since a lot of the outfits were very brief. I was OK with that.
When I got to the shoot I found out the panties I would be modeling were for a well known lingerie line whose specialty was, well, things that you wouldn't ever wear anywhere but the bedroom, and then only for a few minutes. In other words, you only put these items on when you were expecting to take them off and then have sex.
"Be a pro Jill." I told myself. "Do the gig and get the money. It's really no different than any other work and Harry said the pay was going to be real good."
There was another model there that day, a dark haired girl who was tall and good looking. I guess she was to kind of balance out my Blonde schoolgirl look. We took turns modeling what turned out to be very scandalous outfits. Panties that just barely covered your pussy. Nothing but a little string riding up your butt in the rear.
The other model, Pamela, was joking the whole time and I assumed she'd worked for Harry doing this type of gig before. I noticed the look on her face when Harry was about to shoot the photo seemed to change. She had these sultry "Bedroom Eyes" and she showed them off every time the shutter clicked.
"She's really good!" I finally had to admit. The whole point of the pictures and the ensuing catalogue was obviously to display the female body and it's sexual allure. I realized that both women and men would be looking at these photos and I should be posing as sexy as possible...just like Pam.
So I began to try and emulate her style, licking my lips before the camera worked it's magic. Thrusting my breasts out to emphasize my little tits. Trying to get my nipples to show up in each photo.
We eventually got to the thongs and they were really tiny! You could never wear something like that out in public or even in private for more than a few minutes. But Pam and I did the best we could to make it look real. They asked us to "Lose the tops" since they weren't going to show in the photos and they wanted us to use our arms to shield our breasts.
Well I thought there was "No nudity" involved and, to me, topless photography was nudity.
But Pam just took off her top and there were her sizable boobs...bigger than mine, and she just went on posing wearing only the tiny thong now.
Maybe it was a mistake but I decided "Oh, what the heck," and took off my bra. The photographer didn't pay any attention but Harry, after several weeks of using me as a model, now was treated to his first ever look at my tits. And he paid attention!
"That's very nice Jill." He complimented me. "Very nice indeed!"
I was posing with just a little white G string now, topless and Harry asked me to pull my "Panties" up a little tighter. I went along with it assuming this would be a desirable shot for this particular item. When I adjusted my panties, I felt the skimply material slide into my hairless vagina!
I didn't want to seem like a baby but now the pink skin surrounding my pussy was visible and it seemed like it was too much! Bob, the photographer, said "Oh yeah, just like that!" and shot the picture.
They placed me on my hands and knees on an upholstered chair that was there on the set and now I felt cool air on my almost naked posterior. I could imagine what I must have looked like from behind: My perfect teenaged ass cheeks were on display with only a little white ribbon "Covering" my asshole!
I figured they would airbrush that out later but it was still embarrassing to show that part of me to a couple of men...even in a professional setting.
Next they chose white see through panties for Pam and I to wear. And I do mean "See Through!" Why, you could read a newspaper through them! And no cotton liner at the bottom! When Pam put them on her vagina was visible just as plain as day. And she just did it like "No big deal."
In fairness to Harry none of the poses actually showed her pussy but Harry and Bob certainly got to see it. I remember thinking it's just part of the job. After all, they didn't invent the panties, they were just trying to sell them.
When It was my turn to model the see through panties I did the best I could to do it like Pam had. I figured that my vagina wouldn't show in the catalogue and I assumed Harry and Bob had seen lots of girls in such attire.
But they did pose me in slightly different ways including a shot where I was asked to sit the the upholstered chair and drape my legs over the arms. This completely opened my vagina with only the gauzy fabric "Covering" me. My little tits were bare and, as far as I was concerned, we were getting close to pornographic shots now.
Just then, there was a knock at the door and Harry paused momentarily to admit a short, elderly asian man.
"Mr. Yamaki! So glad you could make it!" My boss gushed. Mr. Yamaki didn't speak but smiled and nodded at each of us in turn.
I quickly closed my legs and covered my breasts, resenting this intrusion. What did Harry expect? That just anyone who happened to stop by could view my nearly naked body?
"Oh now Jill, don't get upset. Mr. Yamaki is one of our best customers. I invited him here today to get a little preview of next year's line. Jill...Mike Yamaki... Mr. Yamaki, this is Jill."
