Molly was doing her best to delay the pictures. Joe was getting annoyingly persistent. I took over their conversation and did my best to put the reign him in. I finally admitted I was "upset at the weight I had gained and was working hard to slim down. Then and only then" would I take pictures and send them to him.
Joe became much nicer over the next few weeks.
But Molly and LaLa had matching long brown hair, the eyebrow piercing had been removed and healed, and they had been working out together for a month. LaLa had lost 15 lbs. But Molly had lost another 5lbs. They were finally looking more and more like twins again.
We had weekly photoshoots, in the bed, in the office, in the lobby, along the brick wall, and outside. They wore the same hats, glasses, shirts, jeans, boots and whatever other clothes they had. I had been working with them on their poses, their smiles, their eyes, and how to relax their faces, back, and arms.
One more month and they now weighed the same. They were almost identical in body shape. With the money we were taking off Joe every month I used to buy two tanning beds. They were set up in two different offices in the far back. They were hiding behind a large desk so you couldn't see them at all from the lobby or office. Twice a week Molly and LaLa would wear the same bikini and hop in.
I was very controlling and made sure everything was the same. What better way than to oil them up by hand and see them naked all the time.
By the end of the third month, we were ready. As identical as I could make them.
We arranged for sexy skirts, see through blouses, with bras underneath, and tall boots. They matched and we got the shoot started. First, I took pictures of them individually. Low angle shots showed up their skirts with pink panties and their firm tan legs. Next, we moved to cleavage shots, open blouse, visible bra, and sitting at a window ledge. Each time I had LaLa do it first and then Molly.
The last set was pictures of them side by side. Same pose, same shot, upskirt, ass shots, cleavage, and pouty lips. Lala left while Molly and I compared the pictures. Perfectly the same now. Somehow, I was able to keep Molly doing the modeling. She believed once LaLa was identical to her then she could stop. I explained it was necessary for her to join in as I needed her to be the reference. What if LaLa sat differently, smiled differently or her eyes had a different sparkle.
Molly huffed and puffed but finally relented. She agreed to be in all the shots, but she was doing it in protest. It had become easier to get her to model. Not much easier but she did it with less arguing. LaLa and Molly both signed contracts. All the pictures and video belonged to me. They had no problems as I was not really getting paid. I wanted to use the pictures for work experience but also to show clients. Molly was very happy with my help.
She was about to be upset with me and my dumb ideas though.
Two weeks later and it was time for bikini pictures. Average size bikinis. Nothing too risky. I made a big fuss about LaLa's tattoo. Each shot was visible, and it took hours to photoshop. All of my complaining and Molly had an idea.
She would ask Joe for more money to get the same tattoo as LaLa. They would go to a shop and the artist would copy it to her back. So brilliant I wish I had thought of it. I kept it to myself as if it was my idea, but it took Molly much longer to think of it than me.
The next night we were at the tattoo shop. The artist was happy to do the same tattoo on Molly. The bra was removed, her shirt pulled up, and she was lying on a cold table. The needle pierced her skin, and she nearly changed her mind.
Molly must have figured out my plan. On the table she realized why I was complaining and told me, "You let me figure this out on my own. Didn't you. You know how much this hurts right?"
I stated, "Nope. I don't have any tattoos. Sorry."
The tattoo was done. Joe had paid an extra $500 for the tattoo not knowing what she was getting. I told Molly, 'you know. You didn't even have to get the tattoo. We could have just said Lala's tattoo was new.'
The look on her face made her realize her mistake. Too late now.
We had made plans for more bikini pictures after it healed. In the meantime, we all hung out together like old times in high school. Telling stories, eating dinner, and relaxing at my studio. I helped Molly keep her tattoo covered and oiled. It would heal faster.
I came up with an idea months ago. To finish one part of the studio and make it into a small apartment. Bedroom, kitchen, living room, bathroom, and such. The rest of the place could remain a large studio and I would have my own place.
My dad, two friends from work, and I finished my apartment in a month. It took very little space away from the photography studio and got me out of my dad's house.
The problem was that a 19-year-old had an apartment in a huge commercial building. No neighbors, no cops, and no parents. I had to tell everyone to keep out. It was not the new party place, and I did not want anyone to know I was living there.
A few small parties wouldn't hurt. Right?
The first party was about 40 people. Not as low key as I wanted but no cops showed up. My dad gave me a medium sized steel burn pit with 4 pallets of wood. We could roast marshmallows or just sit outside by the fire like we were camping.
A friend named Sam showed up with beer, wine, liquor, and mixers. His parents owned the large grocery store in town where Lala worked. He easily "borrowed" all the supplies without an issue.
We pulled all the cars inside and off the street. I was hoping less people would notice us if we did our best to camouflage our activities. I met a much younger girl named Rachel. She was a sophomore in high school. Too much iced tea and vodka and she told me about meeting a guy in the military named Joe. He was very nice, from out town and in the middle east. His email was Joestheman. Pretty similar to Joesyourman. The one Molly and Joe had been talking on.
I expected Joe was likely catfishing the sophomore. But they talked about love, getting married, and hooking up when he came home. Very uncool Joe. He was in love with Molly. Or so I thought.
Rachel talked about sending him sexy pictures but no nudes. She was only 16 and did not want to do that. That ridiculous Joe was really good at multitasking. Rachel stated they only met a few times, but he wanted to keep in touch with her while he was gone. Tricky, tricky, tricky.
Rachel stated in two weeks there would be a party at an off-base bar. He would be back in town, and he wanted her to hang out with his unit, their girlfriends, and their wives. Hmm. Molly never mentioned Joe coming back to town.
