[If you haven't read any of my stories before it may help to know that I write about polyamory, a little bondage, and some fun. This story includes all three. It could be in Group, in Erotic Couplings, even in Romance. I put it in Group because the fun wasn't limited to just two people... most of the time.]
When the phone stopped ringing I heard a soft feminine voice at the other end.
"P.S.L. May I help you?"
"I think you can." I said, "I need to hire a female model for a two hour assignment."
"Yes, Sir." She connected me to another young sounding woman who asked lots of questions about the assignment and the look I was after. Three times during the phone conversation she reminded me that these women were not prostitutes and would not be having sex with anyone during or after the assignment. I assured her that I was well aware of the rules and laws.
We set an appointment for the face-to-face selection. I knew they had photo samples on line but I wanted the extra connection that I get when we're face-to-face. A couple bad sessions in my past from photo selections alone had soured me on the process.
She promised me four women to meet at the appointment time we agreed on.
When I arrived at the offices of P.S.L. I was impressed. Their building was a Spanish style one story building with a wrought iron gate across the entrance. I was buzzed in and met just inside the gate. The central courtyard was private and sunny. The four women I was to meet were there, seated at a round picnic table, sipping iced tea. All four were in white shorts and colored cammis.
The woman who led me in from the gate was the woman I had spoken to on the phone. She sat with us.
"I explained to these ladies what you told me. All four are willing to take the job." She said. I smiled and turned to the one closest to me.
"Have you done nude modeling before?"
"Yes. I sometimes pose for art classes at a college. I've also posed for my boyfriend." I noticed she colored when she added her boyfriend. She was a bit shy about being seen as a sex object.
I turned to the next woman. She wore a tight top and her "D" or bigger breasts pushed for freedom. There was no bra inside the cammi. "And you?"
"I've done a few nude sessions and I danced nude last year at a local club."
"Good. Do you have any scars that the camera will notice easily?"
"One. I fell off a moped last year and have a scar on my butt."
"May I see it?"
She stood, unfastened her shorts, turned away from me and pulled the shorts down. The white of her thong was not pulled down. The scar was about two inches long and a quarter inch wide.
"Not a problem," I said. "We can cover it easily. Thank you." She redressed and sat again.
I asked each woman some questions and got a feel for their willingness to work with me. Then I asked the tougher questions.
"Would you be willing to be at my home, in the private back yard, nude and posed in very sexy positions?" They all nodded.
"Would you be willing to be bound tight enough to restrict your freedom but not tight enough to hurt?"
The first woman sat up a little straighter and asked, "Bound with what?"
"Soft cotton rope, or a special tape that only sticks to itself, not to skin."
"Oh." She said.
"Still Ok?" I asked. She nodded.
"Do you have any objection to arriving for the shoot with shaved or otherwise hairless pubic area?"
"Completely hairless?" One asked.
"Completely. Is that a problem?"
"I have just a little hair."
"May I see?" She stood and pulled the shorts and thong down. Just above her slit she had a small patch of dark brown hair about an inch in diameter. "Would you be willing to lose it for the shoot?"
"I guess so." She redressed and sat back down.
"I need to see each of you nude, in the sunlight before I make my choice. So far you are all real possibilities. Which of you wants to be first?"
I was surprised when it was the first woman I spoke with. She seemed the most likely to bolt to me. She took off the shorts and thong, then the cammi. She had no tan lines, and her skin was the color of very light coffee with lots of cream. Her breasts were "C" cups to my perception. I had her stand facing the sun as I checked her body. Then I had her turn slowly. She naturally raised her arms and looked sweet as she looked at me watching her. When she was faced away from me I asked that she spread her legs and then bend over as far as was comfortable.
She was quite limber. She bent over and touched her shoulders to the front of her legs. Her pussy was fully exposed and the sunlight glinted off the moisture I saw. I thanked her and told her she could get redressed.
When I looked at the three women still to pose I noticed that the red head was flushed. That posing had her going. I asked, "Next?"
They went in order. I asked them to each do just what they had seen the first woman do. The second woman had lied to me. When I asked about scars she didn't mention the scars on her tits. The surgeon was good but the scar line around the edge of her areola was still very noticeable. I stepped close and asked, "Can you cover the scars with make up or something?"
"I think so. Most men don't notice them."
"Most men notice. They don't say anything. When a photographer asks if you have scars, tell him the truth. It may mean you get the job, or you don't, but we start off on an honest footing."
"Ok. What does it mean this time?"
"Go do what you can do to cover the scars. Let me see how they look in a few minutes. This could work for us." She rushed to her stuff and went inside.
The redhead stripped down and stood in the sunlight. By the time she had turned away from me I asked, "How long could you be in direct sunlight before you're going to burn?"
"If I coat myself in SPF 40 I could go an hour."
"Ok. Good to know. I don't want you burnt."
When she bent over I could see a trail of her wetness down the inside of her thigh. Her pussy lips were swollen. She touched her shoulders to her legs and made sure her tits were between her legs, not pressed against them. She was the one.
"Ok. Thank you. Go ahead and get dressed." Without being too obvious I watched her get dressed. From her bag she got a small hand towel and wiped all her skin before she dressed. The insides of her thighs were the last places she wiped. At the top of both wipes she pressed the cloth against her puss.
The model with the implants came back and moved into the sunlight. I looked closely. She had done a masterful job of hiding the scars. I wondered what would happen if they got wet. I didn't ask.
"That's great. Now I know I can have it either way, with the scars showing or hidden. You might want to make sure that whatever you use is waterproof. Otherwise it might look like your mascara ran out of your nipples."
"God! That would be embarrassing!" She pulled the cammi back on.
