So we cleaned up, put some clothes on and Paul and I went into the studio, and with my directions, got things set for the afternoon's photo shoot. Paul had never experienced a session, let alone one with four freshman art students. I had advertised for models at the University and said I was willing to pay up to $500 per model for a day's fashion modeling. No experience was necessary, just a good complexion, good attitude and ability to take direction, and enough self-confidence to be photographed in skimpy clothing and possible naked. I occasionally get jobs for local, high end, retail stores who want custom advertising photography done with main-stream fashions. So of those who applied, I picked four, two 18 year old girls, one 18 year old boy and one 19 year old. Oh, yes, and they had to have proper ID... no faking allowed.
Annie was a dark haired Italian, olive complexion, 5' 6" tall with a small but curvy frame, very cute dark eyes, and nice facial structure, very photogenic.
I paired her with Miko, a 19 year old whose heritage brought him from Barbados, and who possessed a wonderful 'cafΓ© au lait' complexion, a good compliment to Annie. He was about 5' 10", and with a solid build, not overly muscled, nor raked, and seemed to have made a conscious effort to display his 'junk' well packed into a pair of chinos.
Brianna (Bri) was an escapee from Erin's Isle, Ireland. I have never seen such a fiery red-head. Red eyebrows, a true copper colored, seriously freckled, blue eyed beauty. Standing all of 5' 2", and a nice rack on her chest, and very shapely legs extending from a pair of very short shorts, so short and tight, I could see the bottom of her ass cheeks and the outline of her labia..
Finally James, or Jimmie as he informed me, another Irish descendant, red hair, very fair skin, almost albino in pigment, and I wondered, if he was ALL red, as he seemed to have no eyebrows, and hardly any bulge in his jean shorts. His thin frame of 5'6"almost dissolved when he turned sideways, but was still a good photo match for Bri.
They arrived as we were finishing a rough lighting scheme which I would modify as the fashions, people, their chemistry and my mood dictated.
We set up a pair of changing rooms, made up of draped sheets, in opposite corners of the studio, brought in the racks of men's and women's clothing in several sizes, introduced everyone, and I explained what the client wanted, showed them the props available, my rough sketches of the photos I would take, and the cloths; shirts, shorts, blouses, tube tops, bras, panties, thongs, men's briefs and some very revealing swim ware, etc. They were informed, ahead of time to not wear underwear, to arrive commando, no bras, tight panties, thongs or anything which would leave a mark on their bodies, as that meant more of my time Photo-shopping the marks off. I sent Bri off to the changing area to remove her shorts as they appeared too tight and wanted her to loose whatever red marks / creases they might have left on her thighs and ass. The remainder of the talent was moved through the several scenarios, introduced to Paul and the basics of a fashion photo shoot.
We picked the first clothing scenario and off they went to change. We set the lights and began shooting. They looked really into the 'acting' and we got some great shots as they became more familiar with each other and began joking and teasing, touching, leaning on, (flirting, I am sure) with each other.
About two hours into the session, we took a break and I broke out a cooler with beer and wine and a few snacks. The kids really were thirsty as the four of them put away two six packs of beer and most of the snacks. As we were about to begin the next section, swim ware, my dear wife showed up... in her own bikini. The boys did take immediate notice as her shapely ass cheeks were barely contained by the bikini bottoms and the front was pulled into a wonderful 'camel-toe' of her labia. Her breasts were spilling out and I swear I saw her nipples standing at attention. She was bare foot and absolutely beautiful.
"What can I do to help?" she asked.
"Oh, I think we can find something to involve you. Just let's get on to the next change, OK?" With that I headed the boys into their area and indicated the swim wear I wanted them to wear...Speedo's.
"Are you shitting me? I'm supposed to wear that?" came the complaint from Miko when he saw the minimal size of the suit.
"You want to get paid?" I asked?
"Wait until you see what the girls are wearing, then express your complaint."
I noticed Jimmie was out of his clothes and trying to get his legs into his Speedo and that's when I noticed he was a through and through red. His cock and balls were hidden in a forest of bright red hair. I wondered just how big that little guy would get.
When Jimmie emerged from the changing room, his orange pubic hair was escaping the sides of the smallish suit... not a vision to be photographed. I went for a pair of fabric scissors and handed them to Liz with instructions to trim his bush so it did not escape the Speedo. She just smiled at me as she reached for Jimmie's arm and led him to the back changing room. The other three only starred at Liz and then at me as they disappeared behind the changing curtain. That is when the girls noticed the incredible bulge in Miko's Speedo, and, again, I shook my head, took his arm and went to the other changing area and teach him how a man 'tucks'
"What the fuck, man?"
"Look" I said rather loudly, "If you are going to get along in this modeling world and with that large a package, you need to learn how to place your cock and balls in a tight place."