This story contains characters from other stories but is intended as stand alone. This story mentions amounts of money, they are only there for context and shouldn't be thought of as real world scenarios.
All comments and feedback are gratefully received as I'm hoping the feedback will encourage improvements in my work. This is a work of fiction from the deep dank recesses of my mind and any resemblance to real people is purely accidental.
This story contains lesbian sex, if this not to your liking, please visit some of my other submissions, otherwise I hope you enjoy.
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As the elegant looking lady handed over the card, Stacey's natural curiosity made her look at the advert that she had been asked to place in the shop window. 'Wanted: Female models for catalogue photography. Good rates paid. Urgently required 18 to 21-year-old.' She took the money from the middle-aged woman and asked, "Are you a member of some sort of club" nodding to the card she had just taken.
'Oh no" the woman replied, "I'm the owner of a local company. We're after some fresh models for our catalogue. We want to try real people rather than professional models; they are letting us down a lot of late". Susan purposely didn't mention the company sold lingerie and the models would be wearing the stock.
Stacey's face showed her surprise and asked, "Wow, how many models are you looking for?"
Susan seemed to be evolving into a some kind of sexual predator but continued to play the role, "Well, for the moment we're looking for just a few models although we'll consider more longer term. We're probably looking to pay the same as a professional model earns if it means we can rely on using them more in the future." The real reason the advert was being placed was to lure young girls into stripping for Susan and John, her sidekick and company Art Director. Although outwardly giving a persona of happily married, Susan had a deep and consuming lust for young girls. John liked to photograph naked woman so the two teamed up to achieve each other's goal.
The conversation was beginning to sound interesting to both of them. "Just out of curiosity, how much do you pay and what sort of people model for you" Stacey asked trying to sound as casual as possible. This prospect intrigued her and was curious to find out more.
"We haven't got a specific type for models; we'll know them when we see them. We need some men but mainly women, young/old, black/white, we're just after ordinary people with some spare time looking for a little extra cash. The basic fee is 100 per hour session but could go up to 500 depending on the subject" Susan replied, the shocked look on the young girl's face said a great deal.
As much as she tried to remain calm, Stacey couldn't control the shocked look on her reddening face. It took her a whole week to earn what a model made In an hour. She missed the older woman looking her up and down, trying to distinguish what sort of body she had under the baggy blouse. Stacey wouldn't describe herself as a looker, like many her age, she had hang-ups about her looks and body, all down to peer pressure. Her shoulder length brown hair was highlighted with blonde to compliment her fare skin and when compared to other girls she'd seen in changing rooms she had the opinion that she had a fairly ordinary, shapeless body. She didn't realise she possessed the one commodity Susan was looking for, youth.
Sensing the girl's interest and wanting to satisfy her own curiosity, Susan pushed the hard sell. "Let's take you for instance. You've got a lovely complexion, very pretty, nice distinct features, I'd really like to have you as a subject" her hands were making imaginary lens shapes from various angles, "You could make a lot of cash from us over a decent length of time."
Stacey reddened deeper and looked bashfully down at her feet. Now was the killer blow, "Why don't we meet up later, we can talk it over and maybe do a trial session together, away from the others in my team and if you're happy I can introduce you to them later. Like I said, you're just the type of person we're looking for and we'd definitely make it worth your while. I can always take the advert back until you've made your mind up, that way you get first pick."
She found it very easy to get along with the older woman. She guessed Susan was in her late forties her slim face was framed with shoulder length dark hair; her sophisticated business suit impressed the young girl. 'Wow she really thinks I've got what it takes' Stacey thought, 'No-one gets a look in until I've decided' she mulled the proposition over. "But who will see the photo's" was her closing question.
"Just the photographer and the design committee will see the full prints, they'll make you a copy if you want some, but the catalogue picture has the head cropped, we're selling the garment not the model after all. That way you'll know you are in the catalogue but anyone viewing the catalogue will have no idea it was you. Go on, what have you got to lose" Sue concluded, hoping that she'd said enough to swing the girl.
"Well okay then, I'm free this evening why don't I come round after I finish here" Stacey replied.
"All the kit is set up in the studio at the office. Here's the address and at the reception ask for John. I'll ring and make arrangements with him, and he'll fill in some more detail for you while waiting for me" the older woman insisted as she quickly scribbled down the address.
Looking at the card the woman handed over; Stacey's heart was beating rapidly; she was surprised how excited she felt but this sort of thing didn't happen every day -- Never in fact. Stacey replied, "I know where that is, I'll meet you around 5.30, should I wear anything in particular". "Oh no" responded Susan, "It's only the three of us and I'm sure you'll look good in anything" was her last comment as she left the shop.
Stacey had butterfly's all afternoon trying to second-guess how it would go this evening. The thought that kept popping into her head was the money she'd make in a few short hours, dreaming that if she made the sort of cash Susan had talked about, maybe she could jack in this dead-end job for good.
Having been pre warned by Susan, John was ready for Stacey's arrival. From the way Susan described her, John could tell she was salivating over the prospect of seducing the young girl. When the phone rang at the appointed time, he went to collect her and could see why Susan was so enthralled as he walked up to shake her hand.
"Follow me" he smiled as he stood aside ushering the girl into the main corridor, "Susan told me you'd be coming over, she's tied up just yet so we can take you a walk around and have a chat while we wait."
The nervous twisting in her stomach was starting to calm down; John was a very charming host. He really made her feel welcome and as he seemed to sit on her every word, her confidence increased even to the point of flirting with the man. Here was someone who was obviously used to photographing lots of woman and he talked as though she was already established in that world. Susan arrived apologising profusely and flourished a bottle of wine and some glasses. Stacey hadn't realised she downed two glasses in quick succession while they sat chatting and if truth been known Stacey was feeling a little lightheaded, carried along by the other two who talked to her as an equal rather than as a schoolgirl which was how most adults addressed her.
Eventually Susan stood up and said, "We should get started. John would you be a love and lead the way", this was part of the plan set out by Susan in their earlier conversation and Stacey stood wide eyed when she saw all the kit set out in the studio. He'd completed the setting up before Stacey arrived, but it provided the perfect excuse to ply Stacey with more alcohol.
"Before I forget, here's 200 for today" John said as he threw the notes on the side.
Stacey looked quizzical and asked, "I didn't think I'd be paid for this session as it's the first time and I thought you said it was only 100" turning to Susan.
John interjected by saying "Well you've been good enough to give up your free time, so it's only fare you get something for your trouble and seeing as it's your first time, I thought a little bonus wouldn't go amiss". Stacey was really pleased; she'd never had that sort of money all at once, it and the wine combined to distract her from the world outside the room. Before she had time to process things John directed "Do you mind turning this way, "I need to take a couple of sample shots".