I saw her from half a block away and across the street, looking at her own reflection in a store front window. Even from that distance I could tell she was a beauty. As I got closer, it became clear that she was a pin the needle "10". She was young--nineteen at the most--blond, slender, tall, with creamy pale skin; the perfect waist to hips ratio, an awesome small ass and substantial high perky breasts. Her face was ridiculously gorgeous, full lips, high cheek bones, blue eyes, and perfect skin. She was the kind of woman that dates movie stars and then marries a multi-millionaire.
I don't know how I had the balls to approach her. Perhaps it was the needy, vulnerable, slightly sad way she looked at herself in the window. I had my camera with me that day, which helped with my self confidence. In the days before digital photography, someone with a professional film camera had credibility. By this time, I had been using the photographer pitch to pick up women for a few years with a respectable rate of success. I'd say four in ten times I would get laid after a photo session, not a bad average. I had nice business cards identifying myself as a professional photographer, which was true as far as it went; I did sell some photos, but I didn't make my living as a photographer, it was a great way to get laid.
I approached her, introduced myself and began my well rehearsed pitch, handing her my card. I told her that I was a photographer, and that she would make a great model. If she was interested, I pay a small amount for a two hour photo session, and would give her the prints for a portfolio. She would need to sign a release, was she was eighteen years old?
She smirked and said, "Yeah I'm legal."
Now, no one has ever called me ugly, but this young woman was way, way, way out of my league. At 6' 2" she was 7 inches taller than me, and one hundred miles better looking. But that sly comment gave me a glimmer of hope that more than a photography session might come of it.
"Great," I stammered.
This beauty made me nervous, I was glad to have my prepared speech. I said I would call her to arrange the time and place, I would need to rent a photo studio, when would you be available?
"Tomorrow is cool, can I bring a friend?"
"Sure of course," I replied, slightly disappointed.
Well I thought, I would just have to content myself with looking at this gorgeous creature through a camera lens and who knows about the friend, maybe something will develop with her. She told me her name, I'll call her Susan, and gave me her phone number. I said I would call latter that night with the details.
The next day I booked the studio, a loft space downtown for three in the afternoon. I made sure when talking to her on the phone that she understood that I was renting a studio and she needed to show up, normally, I would do an outdoor shoot before renting a studio but for her I was willing to take the risk. She assured me she would be there.
The studio had an open floor plan, facing south on a high floor with tall windows, a kitchenette, bathroom, a couch, love seat, and a screened in area for a model to change. I stocked the refrigerator with two bottles of wine, and a six pack of beer. I brought along a bag with some toys, just in case things got interesting. I put film in my cameras and waited. She showed up right on time.
She walked into the studio wearing jeans and a blouse; a gorgeous creature no matter what she wore. Then in walked a shock; a guy followed her in. I noticed right away that this guy was very much in her league, he was good looking, tall, well build, perhaps her boyfriend. She introduced him, I'll call him Brad.
I asked Brad to help himself to the booze and pour Susan something if she liked. She asked for wine, and he helped himself to a beer. After getting the business out the way, having her sign the release form, checking her ID--18 and one month--I told her to go behind the screen and change into any of the outfits that I had asked her to bring.
"Which one, I brought a four," she asked.
"Pick one that makes you feel sexy," I replied.
She smirked again and went behind the screen to change.
Brad settled onto the couch and drank his beer. He looked bored, like he didn't want to be there, and was there as a favor to his friend. He hadn't even poured her a glass of wine. I did, a nice full glass. When Susan reappeared from behind the screen, my stomach jumped to my throat. She was wearing a pink baby doll outfit, with sheer panties. Her shapely naked legs were perfect, not a blemish or mark. Her beautiful breasts were clearly visible, and larger than I initially thought, with beautiful upturned nibbles.
"Where is my drink?" she asked.
I cleared my throat.
"Here it is hon. Nice outfit, very sexy," I said as said as I handed her the drink and staring at her beautiful tits.
Without hesitation she downed almost the entire glass of wine.
"OK so now what?" wiping a few stray drops off of her lips with the back of her hand.
After almost exploding, I got my head together.
"So lets start with you in the chair," I said in my most professional voice that I could muster.
Meanwhile Brad hadn't said a word since his grunt hello when I introduced myself. No reaction from this guy when Susan walked out in this super sexy outfit. My suspicions were confirmed, this guy must be gay.
Susan sat in the love seat and kept her legs open. Then she looked over at Brad.
"What do you think of this look Brad?" she sighed in a baby voice.
