For almost everyone, Katie Monthermer was an enigma. Everyone knew her and everyone, upon a little reflection, could only conclude that they knew virtually nothing about her. They knew her name, that she was probably about 40, that she had good looks, dressed well, seemed very intelligent and spoke with a slightly old-fashioned vocabulary. Beyond this, there was not much more anybody could say for sure. Where she came from, and what she did with herself remained cloudy and mostly unknown, which is how Katie preferred to keep it. The lack of concrete facts, of course, created rumours about her, that she was possibly related to someone famous or that she had strange connections with people abroad. There was even a dark rumour that she had once been to a conference with three of the younger guys from the promotions department, that she had screwed all three of them, one after the other, in her hotel room. All of it was just conjecture, nobody knew her at all. However, there was one thing all were agreed upon and indeed was right, that she was very good looking, sexy in a high-class sort of way and she appeared to like men rather a lot.
She'd worked at LeVie Sport Management for some years as a public relations manager, a job which seemed to give her a lot of leeway to go off and do things, though like everything with Katie nobody was quite sure what these things might be or where she did them. It mattered little as everyone liked Katie even if they knew little about her. She was always friendly and had time for everyone, seemed to know everyone's name and could also remember most people's birthday. LeVie's is a busy company with around 150 employees working with sportspeople across the world. Many of the staff were quite young, some being semi-professional sportsmen and women themselves. There were though the core staff members who had been with the business since it had begun sometime in the 1990s. Katie, at around 40 (or so people supposed) fell instead into the middle between the youngsters and the old guard, a position that suited her well as she had a wide choice.
And so we come to the story of The Calendar and the photoshoot. Every year, around Christmas, the company sends out a calendar to all the clients that they deal with. Every year this calendar had been similar, bought in from a supplier of such things who had a stock of themed images allowing you to choose anything from kittens to scantily clad ladies. Unsurprisingly the company had always wanted sports images though it was known that some of the footballer clients would have preferred the scantily clad ladies.
Last year someone had an idea that the company should make the calendar themselves by using images of twelve members of staff, one for each month. In truth, the usual sports-themed calendar had become quite stale and predictable, something somewhat different was definitely needed to have any impact with the clients. The Boss, bless him, thought this was a splendid idea, and so an email was sent out to all staff asking for volunteers to be photographed for the calendar wearing their choice of clothing. The mail was very fair as it stated that everyone was welcome to apply no matter what age or department as it was felt that a real mix representing the staff was what was needed.
When Katie received the email, the idea rather appealed to her. She knew she wasn't a twenty-something anymore, but she was in good shape and so put her name forward to be included if they wanted her. Here, she thought, is an opportunity to show them what I'm made of!
As is usual in these situations they formed a small group to manage the calendar project, everyone likes a little committee don't they, somewhere to be essential for a few minutes. Katie had no idea how they chose the staff that would appear in the calendar, but they included her, and that was fine! They decided to ask one of the staff, Alistair, who is an amateur photographer, to do the photoshoot, keeping the whole thing in-house. Alistair, always called Ali, is a great guy, aged about 50, always courteous and pleasant and ready to give his time when people needed it. Katie knew he had a hobby with photography, but no idea what type of images he made or even if he was very good at it.
The shooting of the images for the calendar was set for a Friday with a 30-minute slot for each person. Katie found that she was the last on the list, scheduled for 4pm, in a room on the ground floor. The company is in an older building with the main offices on the first floor, all of which have been refurbished to a modern high standard, lots of white panelling and chrome and subtle lighting. The ground floor has, however, not really had much development and remains much as it was when built in the 1950s, giving it a slightly tired look, but a lot of character. The floor is only used by Stan, he is the person who looks after all of the paraphernalia the company uses such as stationery, exhibition stuff, travel gear and all manner of other things. Stan is the sort of person who can help you out with anything, it's like the old curiosity shop in his place.
A large room, hardly ever used, had been allocated to Ali to set up his equipment, and it was to here that Katie arrived promptly at 4pm. The door was open, so she went in and said hello to Ali, who she knew quite well as they had both worked at the company for several years. The room was sparse with only a large white background and three photographic lights plus a large burnt orange leather sofa along one wall. The windows, along one side, had the blinds drawn which helped make the room private at least. Ali explained that he would help with ideas about how to pose and that he would be taking quite a few pictures to ensure that he got one that was good for the calendar.
"What are you going to wear then?" he asked.
"What have the others worn?" Katie wanted to know.
"OK, most of the men turned up in suits, just to be boring I suppose, though Jake came in his football kit and that was a bit different I guess. Oh yeah, Lydia from accounts she wore a little black dress which was quite sexy and Chrissy, the receptionist, was quite daring wearing her Saturday night out at the club outfit," he replied, "yeah, she at least made an effort."
"So, if I wear my favourite underwear you won't mind then?" Katie asked.
"What is it?"
"A white camisole top, lacy straps," she replied.
Ali nodded and suggested Katie get changed in a small room through a door on the right. She told him it was fine as she was already wearing what she wanted and didn't need the changing room. She went over to the leather sofa and facing Ali, took off her T-shirt. He watched and commented that the camisole looked good, in fact, very good.
"I'm glad you approve," she said, and then pulled off her jeans, leaving her standing there in just the top and a pair of white knickers to match. Ali raised his eyebrows but said nothing. Kate suspected he was quite pleased. The top was an excellent tight fit and just slightly transparent, so it certainly allowed Katie to show off her figure, her nipples standing through the fabric enough to make it quite sexy.
She went and stood on the white background, and Ali suggested ways for her to pose so that he might obtain some good shots. Katie turned and twisted and made sure that she stuck her boobs out so that her figure could be seen to best advantage. Ali was pleased with how these first shots went and showed them to Katie on the camera monitor. The top looked very sensual, her breasts standing out firmly under the thin white material, through which you could just discern the areola of her nipples.
Katie had brought a change of outfit consisting of a big white man's shirt and a smaller pair of white knickers. She told Ali that she wanted to pose wearing this as it might look somewhat different.
"Fine, we've got enough in the first shoot so you can change now if you want. You can nip into that room there," Ali said.
"Oh, it's OK," she replied, "you just turn around while I swop tops and things."
He shrugged his shoulders and turned around. Katie took the shirt out of her bag and made sure that she took the camisole off and put the shirt on while she stood just behind Ali.
"Nearly done, I've just got to swop my knickers."
Clearly, she wanted to raise his tension a little so that he got more enthusiastic and daring with the images he was taking. Changed, she went in front of the camera again, and Ali started taking further pictures of her in the white shirt.
