Libby had just gotten out of a relationship. He dumped her because "she was too straight-edged." After crying for a couple of hours over her loss she realized that he was right, she was to straight-edged. She could get any guys she wanted. Any guy that doesn't know her that is. She is gorgeous. Blonde, curly hair, blue eyes and a tight, toned body of a goddess. Once into a relationship about a month the guy would dump her. It happened every time. She realized she wanted to change. She needed to be more loose.
She started looking at a paper she had brought home from Starbucks and just as she was about to give up on that idea she saw an add in the newspaper that read, 'model wanted for nude pictures.' Maybe getting in touch with my sexual side will help me she thought, and with that decided to call the number.
It was set up. She was to go to 10858 Tulane Road on Saturday at nine at night. She, one other girl by the name of Lindy and a man by the name of Bolden were to be there. Apparently the photographer had three-hour shifts with two women and a man for three weekends in a row.
The photographer, Jim had read the trepidation in her voice and explained everything to her. The pictures would be used in a soft calendar. The only part of her in the nude that would be shown would be her breasts. She was allowed to view the pictures to chose which ones she wanted to be published and which she didn't want published, but she had to sign at least twenty of them so that between all the people deciding they had choices. Her concerns were put to rest by how kind and caring Jim was.
She asked him a number of questions and his answers calmed her a bit. At least they calmed her as much as answers could calm someone who had never done anything like this before. Jim told her that he started his photography career by going to a shoot like this and when he left that night he had decided that he wanted to be the one taking the pictures and set off to accomplish his goal.
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Driving there Libby was more than nervous. What will happen? Which one of us goes first? Will everyone be watching me... nude? Will there be props? She couldn't begin to think straight with all the questions popping into her head.
When she got to the place she took a deep breath and walked to the door, knowing that if she sat and thought at all she would back out completely. She never lets anyone see her naked. Even during sex, on the special occasion that it does happen, she has to have the lights out. Now she is going to let at least the photographer see her naked and then let the pictures be published for god knows who to see them? She would definitely back out if she sat and thought for any period of time.
It took about a minute for someone to answer the door. During that time she considered leaving, actually walked down the steps to her car, back up and was turning around to leave for good when a man, presumably, Jim answered the door. "You must be Libby, I'm James Goodman. You can call me Jim."
"Yes, I'm Libby."
"Come in, come in. Let me show you around the place. Make yourself at home." They walked into a room where the shoot would take place. It was once a living room, but was converted into a nice set. There were black sheets draped from the ceiling and across the floor. The only things in the room other than the camera equipment were a few black satin pillows and a fuzzy black rug.
Then he took her to a room where she could undress. But she would unfortunately have to share the room with the other two models already there. There had been some mishaps and the other two changing rooms were unavailable for the time being.
When she opened the door she walked in cautiously, as if she might catch something toxic if she walked any faster. She saw a man and a woman talking. The man was sitting in a chair very relaxed and the woman was leaning back on the bed. They both seemed very comfortable with the situation at hand, or at least didn't show otherwise.
Libby immediately noticed how and some the man was. He stood at a tall 6'3'' and epitomized the tall dark and handsome stereotype. The woman was just as striking as any model Libby had ever seen in a magazine with light brown hair and blue eyes that were set off with a gorgeous tan and a great athletic body.
"We're starting in less than 30 minutes so you need to get into the mood. I don't want shy models; I want models who are very confident with themselves. Maybe to get into the mood you could undress each other," Jim said in such a way that made Libby think he was way too relaxed for the situation. When he said that the man looked at Lindy and lifted his eyebrows. What in the world have I gotten myself into? This is just a lousy excuse for a threesome.
"I'm Lindy, you must be Libby, and this is Bolden. You look like you might be new at this, is this your first time?" Lindy said this with an air of confidence.
"My first what? Libby replied confused. My first photo shoot? My first threesome? What are you talking about?
"Your first nude photo session?" she implored.