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."
In the dressing area, Sharon stood beside Liana as the model quickly stripped off her street clothing, passing it to the assistant to hang. Sharon tried not to look, but did see that Liana had a total tan- her breasts, butt and groin. She noticed a tiny chestnut patch, almost non-existent in fact, and firm, pointed nipples. Her dark eyes blazed, perhaps her most striking feature. Liana caught her looking.
"I hope you like what you see Sharon. I'm sure that you would look fabulous in a French bikini like this, with the body you have. Joan says you are her studio model. Have you posed much?"
"Just once a few weeks ago. It was so exciting that we worked out this arrangement. I help out part time and she does an erotic shoot for me every couple of weeks."
"Interesting. When is the next one?" Liana asked before adding, "Check that no strings are twisted and that the knot in the back is even."
"Probably Friday or maybe Saturday morning if she's busy," Sharon replied. "OK, everything is fine."
Sharon worked the lights as Liana strutted her stuff for the camera. Things moved along quickly, and soon they were in the dressing area again for the next item. Sharon soon learned that the Tropica box was arranged in a progression, items becoming skimpier as the shoot progressed. Every item offered more glimpses at Liana's fine body, and Sharon couldn't help but see.
Some of the swimwear was almost transparent, so thin that Liana's brownish nipples were clearly visible. Sharon could imagine what it would look like when wet. Others were cut so low on top or so high on the leg that much of her pleasant anatomy was on display. And some were little more than tiny cloth triangles connected by colourful strings. These needed care to ensure that nothing was twisted. Sharon pictured herself parading and posing almost naked in such sexy items.
" Looking again!" Liana would tease and Sharon would blush red. Yes, she was staring, and it surprised her that the model was drawing her interest like that. This was another part of herself that she didn't know until recently.
The following day, Sharon was thinking about her time in the studio during the Tropica shoot. No-one was home now and she was wearing the micro-bikini which Liana had slipped into her hand before she left the studio. "Keep it. A little souvenir to remember me by," she had whispered before she gave Sharon one last kiss. She washed it and was stretched out on her bed in the early-afternoon sunlight.
Liana's photo session had unfolded like a dream, one Sharon would remember for a long time.
"That's it for today, Liana. Sharon, help her in the spa, would you? You two seem to have clicked today. It was a very good shoot." Joannie was satisfied with how well everything had gone. Her new assistant had made a real difference in Liana's attitude.
"Come on Sharon," the model said, as she took the assistant's hand and playfully pulled her toward the dressing area. Joannie had already turned away and didn't pay any notice.
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As soon as they were in the spa, Joannie closed the door, then wrapped her arms tightly around her helper, kissing long and hard on the mouth. Sharon was surprised, but soon found herself returning tongue as their mouths opened wide. It felt intoxicating. She hadn't done anything like this since her college lecturer had brought another girl into bed with them. At nineteen, she was awkward and unsure. At thirty-five, she was willing and eager.
"Help me out of this thing, so I can shower. You can't join me, but, it's all glass and I think you'd like to watch. Have a couple of big towels ready for me, please."
