She meets Liana
In the dressing area, the stunning model struggled to get everything properly situated. As the commercial shoot progressed, the swimwear had become more and more risque, tiny items that nobody could actually wear for swimming. The last one was hardly there, simply framing each of Liana's naked breasts with a coloured triangle of string. The bottom had just two strings passing between her long legs, with only a miniscule patch to cover her slit.
"Sharon don't be shy; this is the fashion industry. Run your fingers along each of these strings to make sure none of them are twisted. That's it. Across the back, in my ass and then up front. I'm used to this. All part of the swimwear business."
It was Sharon's first month on the job and the photographer had her attending to the Tropica Sun and Swim Creations model. She could feel Liana's soft, tanned skin as she ran her fingers under the top strings and felt the underside of each breast. Then she adjusted the knot at the back, and Liana wiggled her shoulders, shaking her pert breasts to see how it felt. Sharon liked the way her nipples seemed permanently pointed, or was the model aroused by her touch, she wondered?
"That's good. Now the bottom. No twists."
Sharon knelt behind her and put two fingers under the strings there and, starting at the back, traced them down between her firm buns. The model widened her stance to give better access. Finally, the assistant got the nerve to adjust the strings that passed on each side of Liana's pussy. Sharon's heart was pounding as her fingers moved so close that she could almost touch the model's slit. Then she changed position, kneeling in front of Liana.
As Sharon's fingers followed the strings again, she could see glimpses of the model's shaved outer lips and her protruding nub. Something inside the assistant wanted to 'accidently' touch the private flesh so close at hand. She felt confused by this new feeling and found herself murmuring to the model.
"Mmm...your body is so beautiful, Liana. So soft and smooth." Then the model surprised her.
"You want to touch me, don't you?" she whispered seductively. "It's OK. I want you to. A bit now, more later if you like it." She looked down to give Sharon a mischievous grin.
Sharon found herself complying, as her fingertips traced along the bare outer lip and then onto the model's damp clitoris. She felt the woman jerk a bit at her touch and moan softly, widening her stance even more.
"A few more with your fingertips, OK? I'd like that," she breathed to her helper.
Sharon retraced her path again, bringing her face closer and bending a little lower to see. She boldly rolled her fingertips harder on Liana's clitoris, then leaned forward to leave a soft kiss on the bare skin at the top of her slit.
"Thank you," Liana whispered, "I hope you'll help me with my shower afterwards. Joan is probably ready now, so let's go."
Sharon was learning a great deal about the inner workings of a photo studio and enjoying her eight hours weekly 'volunteer' time. By the end of next week, she would earn her second sitting as Joannie's studio model. She was impatiently waiting.
Joannie's files were a mess and formed Sharon's initial order of business. First, she filed paperwork, establishing proper computer folders to create ledgers so the photographer could track revenue and expenses. Some interesting names came up, prominent people from the community.
Next, she tackled the proof folders, currently jammed into boxes, in no apparent order. Again, there were familiar names. Curiosity got the best of her, so Sharon browsed through the proofs themselves when Joannie was busy elsewhere. My god, there was the school principal's wife, and the mayor's eldest daughter too!
She was making good headway with this work when Joannie told her that on Tuesday she would need her help with a model coming in for a swimwear shoot.
"Liana can be pretty fussy sometimes. Last time she was quite annoyed because there was only one shower towel in the dressing area. I hope you are available Tuesday afternoon?" Fortunately, she was.
"I'll need you to help with the lighting too. Come, I'll show you what to do. And don't forget to check that everything is tip-top in the dressing room: fresh towels, shampoos and soaps, clean and tidy."
A few working days later, the model finally arrived. Sharon saw a very attractive woman, late-twenties perhaps, with long chestnut hair and very dark eyes. Her cheekbones and face were quite angular. Liana's body was lean and tanned, with pert breasts and long legs. She looked appealing in that tight sweater and short skirt, with those big heels.
Liana seemed brusque at first as she gave her name and announced her purpose when Sharon answered the doorbell. Joannie's assistant didn't notice the woman giving her a long appraising look before asking Sharon her name.
"You're new here, aren't you? Didn't see you last month. Well, it's a good thing because Joan needs help. Last time there weren't enough towels in the spa, and she took forever to get the lighting ready."
"I'll be looking after you today, Liana. I hope that you'll be happy with everything."
"I think I will. Definitely." she replied, her eyes once again sweeping across Sharon from top to bottom.
Then Joannie came from the studio area and greeted the model with a polite little hug. "This is my assistant and sometime studio model, Sharon...."
"Yes, we've met. I'm looking forward to working with her today." Then looking directly into Sharon's eyes she added, "I'm sure it will be a good experience for all of us."
"Sharon, please get the Tropica box from the top shelf in the spa," the photographer said. "Liana might need some help with some of the more complicated items, so go back with her to assist with each change."
Liana smiled at Sharon. "Yes, that would be great. Thanks Joan. Come on Sharon and let's see what I'm wearing today."
