Day 1
It was a family vacation.
Maggie sat in the backseat as they headed down the California coast. Everyone in the small family was there. Her father, her mother, and her brother.
She hadn't seen much of them in the past several months. Not since she moved to San Francisco for art school. She wanted to be a fashion designer. Or anything in the field of fashion.
Her younger brother lived at home and attended a nearby university.
And since they had time off for summer, they decided to go on a trip together, down to the nice resorts of Southern California.
***
It was heaven, Maggie thought.
There was hardly anyone around the private resort. Her father, a corporate attorney, had paid top dollar for a small private villa by the shore. They had a perfect view of the beach.
The villa only had two rooms. One for the parents. And another for Maggie and Jeff. Luckily the siblings had separate beds.
It was going to be a lovely weekend.
After relaxing for the morning, they had a nice family picnic on the sandy beach. Maggie wore her bikini, with a large white T-shirt over it. She was eager to work on her tan, but she didn't want to do it in front of her family. That would have been much too awkward.
Other couples from nearby villas came and befriended Maggie's parents. They got along quickly and had a lot in common. Even though it was supposed to be a family vacation, the parents appreciated having adult conversations with other business professionals.
'Perfect,' Maggie thought.
It was her chance to sneak off and work on her tan.
"Maggie, take your brother with you," her mom said.
Her mom was a caring person, and she always made sure the siblings stayed close with each other. And she especially didn't want Jeff getting bored while the other adults were talking.
And so, Jeff was reluctantly made to follow his older sister. Maggie became slightly upset at the sudden loss of privacy, but she was going to tan anyway, she figured. She carried a small beach blanket, some lotion, a small bottle of water, and off they went.
"Where are we headed?" Jeff asked.
"I don't know. Any place where there's privacy. I don't want anyone seeing me tan. Well, except for you I guess since we're stuck together."
They continued their short walk down the shore. It was a hot day and the sun was already taking its toll.
Finally, they found the right spot.
They were by the edge of the beach. There was no one nearby. It was more than enough privacy for sunbathing. Maggie spread her beach blanket on the sand and prepared to lay on it.
"I'm going to take off my T-shirt," she said. "Don't make this weird, okay?"
"Holy shit."
"Jeff, this isn't a big deal, okay? I'm sure you've seen a hot body before."
"Not you," he said. "Look, over there."
Maggie turned her head to see what her brother was looking at.
"What is it?"
He pointed further down the beach. "Do you see that?"
When Maggie squinted her eyes and looked closely, she saw a small hut, with two people, and someone taking their picture. The two people were completely naked. A lady was on her knees with her face in a naked guy's crotch. Her head was going back and forth.
"Is that a fucking blowjob?" she asked incredulously.
"Either that or some new yoga technique."
"Jeez. What kind of place is this?"
"That definitely wasn't in the brochure that dad showed us," Jeff replied. "But hey, who's complaining?"
Jeff kneeled down, and so did Maggie. They didn't want to get caught. But they wanted to watch for a moment, especially the enthusiastic young Jeff. They simply watched for several long moments.
In a flash, a thought came to Maggie's mind.
"Wait a minute, why are we watching this?" she asked.
"I don't know."
Jeff's eyes were still glued to the sexual action.
"Pervert. I'm going to work on my tan. Keep your eyes on the blowjob and don't look at me. Okay?"
His eyes remained forward. "Got it."
Maggie pulled off her T-shirt and laid on the beach blanket. Her bikini-clad body on full display. She stretched and found the perfect position to lay. At least Jeff wasn't going to be looking at her body, she thought. Jeff was too busy looking at something else.
It was serenity. She finally got the sunbathing experience she wanted. Through the corner of her eye, she saw her brother still occupied by watching the oral encounter. It was weird, but gratefully, there was silence.
"Excuse me. You two are on private property."
The voice was strong and stern. Maggie turned to see a much older man with a peeved expression on his face. He looked upset that they had (apparently) trespassed, and more importantly, that Jeff was watching the oral encounter.
The man continued coming closer.
"You're not supposed to be watching this."
Maggie got up and quickly put her T-shirt back on.
"We didn't know this was private property," she said.
"Fair enough," he said, calming down. "But now you've been told. So please, leave. People your age shouldn't be watching this."
"We're both legal adults," she staunchly replied.
The man calmed down even further. "Oh, my apologies then, I assumed you were younger."
"Well, I'll take that as a compliment then," Maggie replied.
"That doesn't change the fact that you're on private property."
"Okay, okay, we're going. And if you're so concerned about the law, then you should really do something about that public blowjob over there."
"You should check the local ordinances lady. And we also have permits."
"What are you, some sort of porn company?" she asked.
"Modeling company, now please leave."
Maggie looked closely at the guy's T-shirt, which had a small company logo on it.
"Do you work for
Buckel Fashion Works
?"
The man smiled, "Yes, that's us."
"Wow, I'm actually an admirer."
Maggie went over to greet the man with a handshake while Jeff looked relieved that he wasn't in trouble for spying.
"I'm Gustafson," the man said.
"I'm Maggie. That's Jeff," she replied, pointing to her brother.
"You two are dating, I'm assuming."
"Yes, we are," Maggie said before her brother could comment.
"Well, it was nice meeting you both. Enjoy the rest of your stay here."
"Do we still have to leave?" Maggie asked.
"Yes, we're working."
"You know, I'm an art student in San Francisco. My goal is to work in the fashion industry. I've actually studied some photographic images from your company. And I've even used some for presentations."
Gustafson gave a hearty laugh. "You know, I'm the founder of
Buckel Fashion Works
, don't you?"
"Apparently not. I didn't know that."
"Well now you do."
"It's a huge honor to meet you. Really. But what's a fashion company like yours doing filming a blowjob on the beach?"
"We're not a porn company," he said defensively. "We don't distribute porn, and we never well. They're newlyweds. And they've hired our best photographer for a romantic shoot. That's all."
"I've done some modeling work before. Do you think we can meet your photographer and look at your set-up? I'd love to see how you operate."
"And why should I allow that?"
Maggie thought for a moment. "I think we can help each other. You see, I know a lot about modern techniques in regards to computer enhancements and so forth. I can help make those blowjob pictures even more gorgeous. And I can teach it to your crew. I've gotten high marks in the art academy."
"What do you want in return? An internship in San Francisco?"
"That sounds good. I mean if you think I'm a good fit."
Gustafson thought hard and gave a sharp stare. "Okay, that sounds like a fair deal. We'll see what you can do. If you've got skills, then maybe we can collaborate. I'm always looking for new talent."
A broad smile appeared on Maggie's face.
***
The siblings were allowed to enter Gustafson's villa. As it turned out, he was on a work-vacation. He enjoyed the beach view. And he also assisted some clients who wanted romantic pictures taken. In a way, helping couples was a chance for Gustafson to enhance his game and try new things. He was always looking for new ways to stay innovative.
Maggie and Jeff got to meet the young newlywed couple after they went back inside the villa. It was awkward for the siblings, given what they saw. But the couple didn't seem embarrassed at all. They were proud of the explicit pictures they had taken.
Later, Maggie put a few touches on the photographs using the computer. She made the images look more appealing by enhancing certain colors and using nice shading. Everyone in the room seemed impressed by Maggie's skills.
"Well done," Gustafson said. "You did a nice job."
"Thank you," she smiled.
The newlyweds and photographer also complimented Maggie on the beautiful enhancements.
After a while, the newlywed couple left, and so did the photographer. It was a beautiful day and no one wanted to be stuck editing photographs any longer.
"I've got good news, and not-so-good news," Gustafson said.
Maggie nodded. "Let's hear it."
"I've been texting with the manager of our San Francisco division, and we've just finished a new round of hiring. We've already got enough art people, probably from the same art academy that you currently attend."
"Oh," she replied with a sad voice.
"The good news is, I like you. You've got talent, and you've got moxie. You're a pretty cool chick."
"Thanks."
"So how about a modeling gig?" he offered. "I think you look good. You've got a natural spark which many people find appealing. That is, of course, if you're interested."
"You bet!" she said with a sudden burst of energy. "I've done some modeling work for a part time job. So I know the drill."
"Do you have a portfolio?"
