Janet Persuaded Me

Having grown up on the same estate and gone to school together, Janet and I were best friends, as were our parents. Ah, my parents. Truthfully, as I hit my late teens and became more independent, they didn't really take much notice of me -- as long as I kept out of their way, they seemed happy. But they did take notice when I started working, mainly because they took half of my wages!

Janet and I would often talk about the life film and pop stars lived and, as news of the permissive Swinging Sixties scene emerged from London, I really resented the lack of glamour in my dull existence. Looking back, I was really naive and sheltered at that time but the prospect of marrying a local boy, living on the estate, and having boring jobs, was a depressing outlook.

I couldn't imagine leading any other life but that began to change when I met Janet one day after work. She was bubbling with barely-controlled excitement as she dragged me into a coffee shop.

"Listen," she whispered as we sat at a quiet corner table, "I think I'm on to a good thing and you can share it with me. We're both the type that can do it."

Naturally, I was intrigued. What on earth was she talking about?

Leaning conspiratorially across the table, Janet told me she'd been mindlessly working behind the counter at the Woolworth's store as usual when a man had approached and handed her a business card. Then he'd said, "We could do with some girls like you. You've got a nice figure and lovely long dark hair. Ever fancied yourself as a model?"

"As you can imagine," Janet said, "I was shocked and I just stared at him. I was tongue-tied, didn't know what to say or think, really. Then he said, 'I'm sorry to take you by surprise. But, if you're interested and want to know more, give me a ring. You can come along to my studio. Bring your mum or a friend. It's entirely up to you. It pays well.'"

Showing me the card on which was printed, Alan Fielding, Photographer, followed by his telephone number and address in town, Janet said, "Since we have the similar attributes he'd mentioned, apart from your blonde hair, I think we could give it a go."

I handed back the card and said I needed to think about it. But, after a discussion over a couple of coffees, I decided it was a potential way out of our boring lives. "No harm in you giving him a call," I said, "and asking if we could both pop along for a chat."

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A couple of evenings later, we arrived at his studio. Alan seemed a nice bloke: late twenties or early thirties, at least ten years older than us. He looked me up and down as Janet made the introductions then he explained what he was offering.

"As a photographer, I do the usual stuff, weddings, christenings, baby photos and so on. But I also take shots of models for a number of pin-up magazines. Nothing sleazy, no nudity or anything. You may have seen them in newsagents, magazines like 'Beautiful Britons' with pictures of nice girls like yourselves being -- what shall I say? Hmm... saucy! Yes, saucy. You know, poses that guys like to see, a glimpse of underwear here and there, stocking tops, maybe a girl in a tiny bikini. That sort of thing."

He paused, looking from Janet to me, and then continued, "In the summer I do the shoots outside. They're very popular. But, when it's cold, we'll be in my nice centrally-heated studio. What do you think? Would you like to do something like that? You'd get a lot more than shop money. Cash in hand, too. Look, I'll go and make some tea while you two chat about it."

We stared at each other. "What do you think, Helen?"

"I don't know. It doesn't sound like we'll have to take our clothes off, does it? I don't mind being in a bikini but what do you think he means about glimpses of underwear?"

Janet shrugged. "I suppose he means something like pulling up our skirts to show our suspenders. Or leaning forward so you can see a bit of bra. You know, how guys are always trying to look up our skirts and down our blouses? Things like that. I suppose."

"Have you seen the sort of mags he talked about?"

"I've seen them on the shelves but never looked inside. But I've seen guys in the warehouse with them, showing their mates. They have girls on the cover with their petticoats showing, tight jumpers, that sort of thing. Looks okay to me." She smiled. "Are you prepared to give it a try?"

"Hmm, probably. Why not ask if we can just do a trial? D'you think he'll go for that?"

When he returned with mugs of tea, Alan said he'd be happy for us to do a trial. As we drank, he showed us around the studio. I was very impressed by the central heating and fitted carpets. Nothing like my home: I often woke up with ice on the inside of my bedroom window! This place had radiators!

"Okay, girls, let's see... not tomorrow but the evening after. Bring some nice clothes. Do you wear stockings or have you moved on to tights? Both are popular with blokes. Bring both if you have them. Suspender belts, panty-girdles. We like our girls to wear their boobs nice and high, so get the bra straps as tight as they'll go. Bring a bikini or a swimsuit. Both ideally. Okay, any questions?"

"Well, yes," said Janet. "We'll be keeping our clothes on, won't we? I mean, you want us in girdles and things, but we won't have to pose without our skirts and blouses will we?"

"Oh, don't worry about that," he said, smiling. "Skirts and blouses are fine, or a little summer dress. The underwear is just for a little teasing. We'll do some swimwear shots, see how you look. If the shoot goes well and I sell the photos, there could be lots more work and money to come. All right?" We nodded. "See you on Thursday, then."

Before we left, slightly surprised at what we'd agreed to do, Alan handed us some money to treat ourselves to new undies. "Looking forward to working with you," he said and gave us another big smile.

We were giggling on the way out. It all seemed like a great adventure. He'd given us more money than we earned in a week and we decided to shop for new undies after work the next day.

That night I couldn't sleep. Had we done the right thing? Would our pictures appear in magazines in the local shops? Surely, the chances were slim? At least I needn't worry about my parents disapproving -- they couldn't care less. And it seemed the pay was going to be good...

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Next day I looked in my underwear drawer and realised most of it was practical but boring. The department stores in town were quite the opposite: full of lace and satin delights. After much laughing and comparing, I plumped for a black bra and a black suspender belt. Wow, black underwear! It seemed so naughty. I also bought a pair of fully-fashioned stockings while Janet opted for black tights and a white panty-girdle.

Tights were just becoming fashionable, mainly because of mini-skirts, but if you laddered a leg, it meant replacing the whole garment. That could be expensive. Usually, we wore knickers under tights and a panty-girdle on top. Could get a bit sweaty on a warm day!

When Janet and I arrived at the studio that Thursday evening, we were warmly greeted by Alan. He approved of our new purchases and the summer dresses and bikinis we had in our bags. Even the trendy plastic boots we wore got his approval.

Alan suggested the outfits to wear for our first photos and pointed to a small room at the side. "Get changed in there and I'll get the camera and lights sorted."

Obviously, we were nervous as we got dolled up. Alan wanted me in my black bra -- "Well hiked up" -- black knickers, suspender belt and stockings, white boots and summer dress. Janet was to wear her tights and panty-girdle under her summer dress. Also with white boots.

We returned to the studio to gushing praise. "Oh lovely, girls," Alan said, clapping his hands. "Good enough to eat. You'll do nicely."

So we began. Alan got us to stand together for the opening shots, then we had to hug each other. Gradually, we were directed to strange poses where we bent down together, obviously so that more and more of our legs were visible, until it was clear that my stocking tops and Janet's panty-girdle were showing. Then Janet had to lift the hem of my dress to check my suspenders.

I was a little concerned at this point but Alan was complimentary and, in fact, it was only what he'd said it would be, glimpses of underwear. Then he got us on our backs with legs toward his camera. It wasn't clear to me how much he could see, but he had lights focusing on us, so I guessed he could see what my mother called "next week's washing".

As time went on, he'd shoot us separately in similar poses. He liked the poses on our backs and I guessed that he'd often take a picture as we moved position, getting a shot of our knickers.

Eventually, we changed into our bikinis, which was fine in the warm studio. He wanted the bikini tops "hiked up" so that our boobs were almost up to our armpits. They must have looked bigger than they are and I was aware of having a large cleavage. In this gear, he photographed us sitting on chairs or sprawling on a couch. He encouraged us to put one foot on the floor while stretching the other leg along the couch. He was getting shots of our gussets!

"The guys will love these, girls. Really nice work, you're doing really well."

After about two hours, Alan declared that the session was over and asked, "So, how did you feel about it?"

"It was fun," I said and Janet hoped he could use the photos.

"They'll be appreciated," he said, "and I'm sure I'll sell them. But, do you want to do more next week? That's the question."

"We'll have a chat and give you a ring. That okay?" said Janet.

"Yes, of course. I hope you carry on, you're both naturals in front of the camera, the real 'girl next door' types. If you decide to come back, can you wear white knickers next time, Helen? They contrast better with black stockings. Maybe buy new panties, nylon if possible, and not too thick. It's good to get a hint of what's inside. And Janet, the panty-girdle is great with the dark tights, but could you bring stockings and knickers, too?"

Alan clicked off the lights as he added, "We'll wait for warmer weather for more swimwear shots. Today's were great for samples but outdoor shots will be better. Okay, let me know in the next couple of days, please... I can make sure the studio is free." And he handed us both cash, certainly much more than our jobs paid.

"Yes, we'll call soon. Thanks again, Alan," I said, and off we went.

We found a coffee bar and discussed the experience. "What did you think when we had to lie down and he took photos up our dresses?" I asked.

"I suppose it's just what anyone sees if you sit down awkwardly. I have an aunt who's always showing her stockings and knickers when she sits on our settee." Janet grinned. "I think she does it on purpose to give my Dad a thrill."

"What about when we had to open our legs in our bikinis and he took shots of our gussets? That seemed a bit rude to me."

"Well yes, but let's face it, you can't actually see anything. It's just the sort of pose that our mums say we shouldn't do. At least mine says I should always keep my legs together, it's not ladylike to have them apart. Not demure, she says. I assume boys like it, though, knowing your rude bits are just underneath the gusset. I imagine that's why he takes those photos. Anyway, it doesn't really bother me. And the money is good. Shall we say we'll do it again?"

"Oh yes, go on then," I said. "We're not showing anything people don't see on the beach, are we? And I like the money. But what about buying new knickers like he said, ones that you can almost see through? That sounds a bit much to me."

"I'll get some but not too see-through. And they'll have a gusset, won't they? Anyway, I'll ring him tomorrow and say we'll see him next week."

I nodded. "Let's shop for knickers after work tomorrow. I think he'll want more open-leg shots, so I'm going to trim my hair down there. Don't want hairs poking out round the sides."

Janet laughed. "Good idea, me too."

I went home, slightly excited, definitely pleased with the money, and slightly apprehensive about what we'd have to do the following week...

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In the lingerie sections of the department stores, we deliberated over knickers, eventually buying white and quite flimsy pairs. Mine seemed even finer in texture than Janet's but they all had a cotton gusset. I reckoned they'd be okay for Alan's shots up my dress.

Janet had phoned to agree to another session and Alan said the studio was free on Monday. He suggested that we wear skirts and blouses rather than summer dresses. That was fine -- we could dress before we set off and not have to change at the studio. And we didn't need swimsuits either. Unsure about wearing tights and panty-girdles, we decided to take them along. I'd bought tights and I had a standard white nylon panty-girdle. We were all set.

The Monday session was different from our first time. Alan treated us as if we were professional models. I felt he was taking us for granted, ordering us into poses without a please or thank you. But, we went with it.

After the first clothed shots, we were directed to hold up our skirts at the front to reveal stocking tops... then higher and higher until our knickers were visible. At this point, I became acutely aware of how flimsy my knickers were and Janet told me afterward that a dark patch was visible: my pubic hair was showing through! Her knickers were less transparent but they emphasised her mound.

Next, we had to get on all fours with skirts raised over our backs. Alan made us move our knees apart so that our gussets were the focus of attention. We then had to lie on our backs again and -- this seemed extreme to me -- raise our legs and open them to form a V shape! I was mortified, but Janet did it so I followed suit. I thought it was a disgusting pose and felt my face flush with embarrassment. I convinced myself that my face wouldn't be visible -- but Alan came closer and framed me looking up at him between my legs and above my gusset.

I think he realised I was uncomfortable and he paused the session to make tea.

I took the chance to ask Janet, "Are you happy about the poses?"

"It's fun," she said quickly. "I feel excited and nice while I'm doing it."

I wasn't convinced, but I wanted to enjoy it because it somehow felt different being rude, showing my underwear and my body. And it was flattering that Alan liked us and said others would love the photos.

After drinking the tea, Alan told us to undo our blouses. "Open the front so we can get a glimpse of your bra."

I looked at Janet but we'd posed in bikinis so buttons were undone. But it didn't stop there. Soon we'd removed our blouses and modelled in just our "hiked up" bras. We looked very pert indeed. We had to lean forward, pushing our boobs together for greater cleavage, and then we had to touch each other's cups.

This was followed by legs apart shots with skirts raised to reveal knickers. Of course, we had to remove the skirts. It's showing no more than bikini shots, I thought, but I really knew that photographs in almost transparent knickers, pushed-up bras, stockings and suspender belts, were hardly the same!

Janet kept smiling at me and said she was feeling sexy. I guess I was, too. It seemed so naughty showing Alan my body in my underwear. And the disgusting poses began to excite me, even when he asked me to touch Janet's bra cups and her bottom. Suddenly, he told Janet to tug the waist of my knickers and look down the front while he took photos from the side. At least he couldn't see down there.

What was going on? We were squirming around in the studio, dressed only in underwear, pushing our breasts together, opening our legs, and bending to show knicker-clad bottoms. And those knickers were so flimsy the dark patch of my pubic hair could be seen. I suppose we were behaving like "loose" girls -- but at least we weren't naked or having sex and putting ourselves at risk of a pregnancy that would bring shame on us and ruin our lives.

Finally, Alan said he'd run out of film but he'd captured "dynamite" and, while we dressed, he went out and returned with even more cash for us than before.

"There'll be more for you girls if you keep this up. I can get many buyers for your pictures. How about coming along again on Thursday? You're both naturals and it'll be good to strike while the iron is hot. We'll do more underwear stuff, so get yourselves nice knickers -- similar to those of today, especially Helen's. Perhaps little black pairs but make sure they're thin."

I had a worry; not so much about him basically wanting transparent knickers, but... I stammered out: "Alan, my.. my period is due by then, I'm certain. I really don't think I'll want to be wearing a sanitary pad while we do this. I don't think you'd like it either!"

"Blimey girl, sanitary pads? And those awful things you have to wear to keep them in place? Haven't you heard of tampons? This is the sixties, you know. Get modern!"

"But you have to put them inside you. I couldn't do that, it seems awful. No, it just doesn't seem right."

"Oh, Helen, you silly goose," said Janet, and grinned broadly. "You've got to be joking. I've been using them for ages; they're much better than those old-fashioned towels. Why don't you use them?"

"Well, I don't like to touch down there, let alone put something up me."

"What?" said Alan. "You don't ever touch yourself?" He shook his head. "You don't bring yourself off -- you know, wank... er... masturbate?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"I mean pleasure yourself... rub your pussy and get it all nice and wet." He turned to Janet. "Surely you know what I'm talking about?"

"Oh gosh, yes, Alan," she said quickly then looked at me. "Helen, you and I need a chat. We'll see you on Thursday, Alan and I'll get Helen some tampons. Thanks for the money. Bye for now."

With that, she hustled me out of the studio and back to the coffee bar where she talked about masturbating and how nice it is. I was amazed -- told you I was naïve! -- but it gradually dawned on me that there was more to sex than men getting their fun. Women could have fun, too.

That night in bed, I pulled up my nightie and took off my knickers and tentatively felt myself. With my thighs apart, I ran my fingers lightly through my pubic hair, then gently touched the outer lips of my vagina. They were dry and I didn't want to make myself sore. Janet had told me I should wet my finger or use Vaseline; so I sucked a finger and the lips felt smooth. Soon, I eased a finger between them -- and found that I was getting wet inside. And it was nice.

My face got hot as I continued to rub along the lips, dipping a finger in there. After a while, I realised nothing more was going to happen and I stopped and drifted off to sleep. Maybe, it isn't as great as they make out?

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Thursday came -- but my period didn't. Janet and I went to the studio wearing matching black nylon knickers that left hardly anything to the imagination. A cotton gusset offered crotch protection but they were essentially sheer at the front and back. On the bus into town, we didn't go upstairs: I didn't want anyone to get a sight of me!

This time, there was a different atmosphere in the studio. I probably imagined it, but there was a kind of tension in the air. Instead of tea, Alan offered wine that he'd chilled in the studio fridge.

The drink helped me relax and we went straight into posing in underwear. "Loving the new panties, girls," Alan gushed as he directed us in the usual open-legged poses. Then came, "How about trying something a bit more teasing? Back views of you undoing your bras would be great. You won't actually be showing your boobs, except maybe from the side. No nipples."