Welcome to my Nude Day contest entry. Been a long time since I've posted in this category, but a good friend here who isn't feeling well these days, asked when I was going to drop a new Milf story, so here we are. Like much of my work this story is on the longer side. Unlike a lot of my work, you don't have to wait too long to get to the action. Hope you enjoy it. LC68
Chapter One
"Come on, Dana, show the camera some love, or at least crack a damn smile!" Burt called out in frustration.
"I feel like an idiot." Dana stared down at the last outfit he'd asked her to wear for the shoot. "I'm a little old to be a naughty schoolgirl, don't you think?"
"Way too old, no one could stay back that many times." Burt cracked from where he stood in front of the set, fiddling with his camera.
"Then why the hell am I wearing it? I get business casual and the cute sundress pics we took, but what's with this trashy get-up?"
"The first two outfits were generic shoots to start your new portfolio and get you used to being back in front of the camera. This is one is for the shoot Ellen is working on."
"She has a new project?" Dana felt hope brewing within her for the first time in the last few months. "She's looking for new models and I'm not just taking a shot in the dark she can find me some work?"
"You aren't going to get any work until you lighten up." Burt grumbled. "First two outfits you were posing like you had a pole up your ass, and your face looked like you couldn't decide whether or not you liked it."
"I'm a little stiff, first time I've done this in fifteen years, remember?" Dana defended herself even though she knew Burt was right. Rusty or not, she could feel how awkward she'd been being back in front of a camera.
"I remember when you could get a guy stiff just with a smile and those bedroom eyes." Burt smirked. "That great rack never hurt either."
"Yeah, well, I'm not ready for lingerie shoots just yet," she tugged on the black tie hanging loosely around her neck. "But I guess you think I'm ready for sleazy."
"Seeing you been waitressing at Mario's Lounge I figure you'd be at home with sleazy."
"Fuck you, Burt!" she snapped. "You think I want to work there?"
"If you don't get some good shots you're going to keep working there." He sighed. "Come on, Dana, just relax. The camera used to love you and you know it."
"Used to." Her shoulders slumped. "This was a mistake."
"If you think it is, then it will be." Burt gestured to her. "Or you could stop feeling sorry for yourself and give this a real go and stop wasting our time half assing it."
"Does Ellen really have a new project?" Dana asked, trying to grasp at something that would give her some hope.
"Yes, and it could be perfect for you. It features older models and it's called age is a number, fun is a state of mind or something stupid like that." Burt shrugged. "I figure nothing says young and fun more than the classic schoolgirl fantasy."
"I guess," Dana looked down at the black and white plaid skirt so short a breeze would give anyone behind her a glimpse of the plain white panties that were part of the outfit. "But on any girl over twenty all it really says is porn star, hooker, or just plain slutty." Or desperate waitress working tips in a club full of assholes.
"All the more reason it works. Middle aged women can still be sexy, slutty even."
"I'm not middle aged!" Dana fired back.
"Slutty is okay, but middle aged is an insult? Anyhow, you're right," Burt looked up, smirking through his scruffy grey beard. "I doubt you'll make 86 so I guess you're passed middle age."
"You're an asshole Burt, always was, always will be."
"But this asshole is giving you three hours of my expensive time for free because I'm one of the few friends you kept when you were married. So how about you drop the diva act and do what you used to do back in the day and trust me?"
"You're right, I'm sorry," She looked away so he wouldn't see her eyes beginning to well up, something that happened with annoying frequency these days. "And I'm sorry we had to hide our friendship. I should..."
"Forget about that." Burt gave her a rare, encouraging smile. "Never backwards, always forwards, Dana. That's my motto."
"It's a good one." Dana took another look down at the black patent leather heels complete with silver buckles, and the white knee high stockings.
"Can we at least button this?" She flipped the tail of the shirt which protruded from the knot it was tied in, leaving her stomach bare and showed off the inner curve of her breasts to the point some of the black lace of her bra showed.
"You getting modest?" Burt laughed. "You're dressing skanky every night at that dive, why is this different?"
"God, you're a prick." Dana shook her head, causing the pig tails she'd pulled her long black hair into to bounce around her head. "That's what I get for telling you what's going on in my life."
"That's what you get for making such a shit show of your life." Burt replied, the smirk, an all but permanent part of his face, was back.
"That dump is keeping my lights on, but if I want to keep the damn house, I need to make some more money, and if I'm getting back into modeling I don't want to be dressed like daddy's little bad girl."
"Like you said, you did lingerie shoots back in the day."
"In my twenties."
"There's women your age doing lingerie." Burt reminded her. "If you're trying to get a foot back in the door, you have to show a little of everything and we did classy and sporty, now we do a little sexy."
"Its bad enough I have to do sexy to a bar full of pricks. I'd rather not do it for a legit job."
"Showing yourself off is what modeling is all about, Dana. You know that and we both know you never minded showing yourself off."
"Don't talk about that!" She snapped. "I was young then."
"Young and a lot of fun. But just because you've been a dud the last fifteen years doesn't mean the hot little minx that loved the thought of men drooling over her isn't still in there somewhere."
"That's off-limits Burt, even for you."
"Tell me something, you get excited at work? All those guys ogling you?"
"You keep talking like that, I'll go change and leave." She put her hands on her hips and gave him a hard stare. "I mean it."
"Perfect!" The camera flashed from where he held it at an upward angle at his waist. "That's a great look. Eyes flashing, getting a little red and those lips in a hard line. That's an 'I dare you' shot, and its hot, girl!"
"Not fair."
"Life never is." He gestured to her. "Dana, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You have incredible legs, a hell of a rack..."
"Classy." She rolled her eyes, then scowled when the camera flashed again, catching it. She knew Burt had perfectly timed it, because he was the best there was and could 'shoot blind' as he called it, like no other.
"I speak only the truth. Your tits were things of wonder back in the day."
"Were? Thanks."
"I'm, sure they still are, but gravity's gotta be taking some toll."
"To think I forgot how nasty you could be."
"I haven't forgotten how nasty you could be." He laughed. "But let's stay on topic. You have gorgeous lustrous hair, big doe eyes that can look innocent or inviting, and those lips! Women shoot a lot of botox to have a blow job mouth, yours is natural."
"Oh My God!" This time she really was surprised. "You've gotten worse over the years."
"I'm an old man now, we get to say what we want, and it gets brushed off because I'm just a curmudgeon."
"Ever hear of the me too movement?"
"Me too, like I want to join in?" he stared at her for a minute then sighed. "I'm just trying to have some fun and lighten you up. You played uptight prude for that shithead, but we know that's not who you are. Let's get Dana Darling back out here."
"Dana Darling died," she said softly. "That marriage license was her death certificate."
"Then let's resurrect that bitch, because the sorry ass pity party in front of me isn't the woman I know and love."
"Wow, Burt, you're slipping. That was an actual sentiment."
"I have a five o'clock coming, gotta get you moving."
"Okay, I'll try to warm up to this." She frowned. "Just don't like the bare midriff. I don't have the flat tummy I had before."
"You're fine, its not like you have a muffin top or anything. Just a little soft." He slung the Nikon over his neck and walked over to the larger camera mounted to the tripod.
"Look, women are insecure, and they see pictures of a woman in her forties with hard tight stomach, they get self-conscious. The ad ends up being a bust because they flip right past it cause they don't look like that.
"You have a great body for your age and it's a natural body. Your ass has filled out some, your thighs and hips are thicker and a little softer."
"And you wonder why you're permanently single?"