Jen stepped off the bus with her smart phone in hand and butterflies in her stomach. Glancing at the digital map on her phone for the hundredth time that day. The address was still the same and so was her hope that she had finally found her father.
Jen and had been raised by her maternal grandfather, never knowing her parents. She loved her grandfather dearly and affectionately referred to him as Paw-Paw. But her family was never very forthcoming with information about them. Apparently her father never married her mother and they split up just after Jen and her brother were born. When Jen's mom passed, no one seemed to want to acknowledge they even existed. But Jen was curious and over the years she had pieced together clues about her fathers identity. At her recent 20th birthday party, she found out from an elderly family friend, that he was a photographer. It was the final piece to the puzzle that she had been trying to assemble since she was a little girl.
She was far from home now, all the way across the state. Jen didn't trust her old car to make the trip without incident, so she had bused her way into town. "I must be getting close," she encouraged herself.
After a few blocks she came across an old brick building. It looked to have been a manufacturing plant, but was now a cool office space, which seemed to be filled with various creative studios. Inside was lots of exposed brick and ductwork. Jen doubled checked the address and found his name on the tenant directory. Taking a deep breath, she rode up a large freight elevator to the top floor, in search of her destiny.
The elevator opened in an expansive studio space. It had high ceilings, large windows and three large storage bays, filled with sets, props and racks of clothes. Across the space a man, who looked to be in his late-40s was setting up some light stands. Jen froze as he turned towards her.
Oh my gawd! Is it him? Could that be my father? Her mind raced.
As he approached, Jen tried to see if she could detect a resemblance to herself, or her brother. He was a good-looking man, tall like her. His hair was graying at the temples, which Jen found appealing. He was dressed in a blue oxford shirt, the sleeved were rolled up, revealing strong forearms.
Jen had rehearsed many different ways to greet him and ask if he was indeed her father. But now that she was here, her mind was blank. He broke the silence. "Well, hello there. I'm Ernest..."
I think I know who you are, Jen responded silently. "I'm Jen."
"Jen...I was expecting Liz. But I think I like you better Jen," he smiled. "I've never used you before."
"What?"
"Ha! I mean photographed. Have you ever modeled before?"
Jen suddenly realized that he had taken her for a model. She decided to play along, in hopes of learning the truth about his identity.
"I'm sorry. I'm just really nervous. I haven't modeled before...but want to! I was just hoping you would give me a chance." She was afraid to come right out and ask if he was her father and risk driving him away. She needed to gain his trust, to learn the truth.
"Are you over 18?" He asked, looking her up and down. Reaching out he touched her long auburn hair, then took hold of her chin and turned her head, side to side.
"Yes, yes, I'm 20 years old." Jen stiffened at the examination.
"20 years old and fresh off the bus." He smiled.
"Y'all could say that, yes."
"Turn around."
Jen blushed and slowly turned. As she did, she finally noticed many of the prints hanging on the walls. They were all portraits of women. Gorgeous, mostly naked women. What kind of photographer is he? She wondered for the first time.
"You certainly are beautiful. Sexy with a certain girl-next-door charm...I love your big green eyes, they're very expressive. What are your measurements?"
"Uh...32b-23-35..." Jen stuttered. She was not used to being questioned so openly about her body.
"Hmmm. Take off your clothes...lets have a look."
"What?!?"
"Look hon, I can't waste my time babying you. I need to see your body, to see if I can use you. You show up here with no appointment, no experience...either undress, or leave. The clock is ticking."
Jen needed to make a quick decision, reveal who she was, or reveal her body to him. Her hands trembled as she undressed in front of the man she believed to be her father. As she pulled her pink sweater over her head, Ernest reached out to take it from her. Jen could feel his eyes on her as she removed her clothes, but could not meet his gaze. Once Jen had wiggled out of her jeans, she was left standing in a pair of pink panties, adorned with a white and red heart pattern. The matching, padded push-up bra, thrust her mouthwatering mounds up and out deliciously.
"I like what I see. Great skin...just flawless, toned stomach, ass looks tight. Do you always wear such cute underwear?"
Jen nodded. She could feel herself turning red, but she enjoyed hearing him praise her.
"Well, I am shooting a calendar today, a different set up for each month. It will be a long day and hard work, but you can make a lot of money. Actually, I like what you have on better than what I had planned for February, which is going to be a valentines shot."
Jen thought a day spent together would certainly reveal the truth, so she agreed and signed a model release. She used a fake last name, calling herself Jennifer Fox, so as to not expose her true identity.
"Why don't we get started?"
He led her across the open space to where he had been setting up. There was a lot of sun coming through the windows and it created a bright, almost heavenly atmosphere. "I love shooting at this time of day. We get lots of natural light in here."
Ernest handed a large teddy bear to Jen, it was almost as tall as she was. Jen was happy to have something to hide behind as Ernest began photographing her.
He uttered a series of short commands and he continuously snapped off shot, after shot. "Ok, that's cute. Now lay the bear down and climb on top of him." Jen hesitated for a moment, but followed his instructions. "That's it, straddle him. Lean in and give him a kiss. Nice! I want you to squeeze him between your legs, throw your head back...he feels good. Big smile Jen!"
Jen did her best to follow his instructions, but felt awkward riding on the stuffed animal. "Don't be a so shy Jen! What are you, a baby?"
"I'm not a baby!" She hissed back.
"Jen you gotta work with me, you gotta relax. He's your valentine, make him happy." She began cuddling with the bear and pretended to he having fun.
"That's it...now sit up, arch your back. You're surprised how good it feels...big, big smile." Though Jen was somewhat stiff, her natural beauty shone as brightly as the light coming from outside and Ernest was satisfied he had at least one shot of her looking absolutely adorable.
"Ok, that's enough."
Ernest sighed and shook his head.
He led her to a dressing room. It contained a couch, lighted mirror, make up, wigs and a rack of outfits. "You can change in here. We have no stylist today, so you will have to do your own hair and makeup. Just keep it simple; you don't look like you need much. Lets do January next...you'll be wearing this." He handed Jen a pair of black lacey panties, garter belt, thigh-high nylons and high heel shoes.
Jen accepted the outfit. "Uh, there's no top?"
Ernest sighed again. "Get changed!"
Jen knew she needed to do better, or he wouldn't work with her and she would never learn the truth. She set her bag down and set about winning over Ernest. She would often look at swimsuit magazines and lingerie catalogs and wonder about the glamorous lifestyle. Jen looked into the mirror and gave herself a pep talk. This could be a big breakthrough, in terms of family and career. You can do it!
The clicking of Jen's heels announced her arrival on the set. Ernest turned and watched her approach; she held her hands up, in an effort to cover her breasts and keep them from bouncing.
"Gorgeous. Your legs look great in those stockings." Ernest positioned her on a plush couch and sprinkled confetti and laid streamers across her, creating a celebratory scene. He handed her a pair of balloons, with the words, happy New Year on them. "Here, hold these instead."
Jen held the balloons up, concealing her breasts.
She smiled coyly as Ernest began shooting the sexy scene, he offered encouragement in the hopes of loosening her up. "These are hot. People are looking at your photo Jen, thinking how sexy you are. How they want to ring in the New Year with you. Show them how sexy you are!" Jen squeezed the balloons together, as if they were her breasts and cooed. "Nice! Now lick your lips."
Ernest then set the camera down and retrieved a bottle of champagne. He loosened the cork and handed the bottle to Jen. "I want you to hold this between your legs. Jen reluctantly let the balloons fall to the floor, exposing her perky breasts for the first time. Ernest had to look; they were so young and ripe and her pinkish nipples appeared firm. He situated the bottled suggestively between Jen's luscious thighs.
"Look right at me Jen. That's it, now give me a sexy pout, more, more sex! Ok...pop the cork!"
Jen released the bottle top and a spray of bubbly launched into the air. It cascaded out of the bottle and onto the modest model. Her sheer black stockings and panties were soaked in the flow of champagne. The loud pop and cold liquid made Jen giggle.
"Nice! That's the money shot. Good job!"
Ernest grabbed a mug and poured some champagne into it. "You were great. Here, have a little."
"Thank you. That was fun." The champagne was sweet and made Jen feel warm and more confident.
The next few set ups went quickly as Jen was learning to simply give Ernest whatever he asked for. There was no time to stop and question every direction he gave her. March was a sexy St. Patrick's day theme, with Jen wearing a green hat and a tiny pair of green shorts. This time, a pair of frosty beer mugs were used to conceal her breasts from the camera. For April, the theme was Earth day and Jen managed to make an earthy-crunchy hippie-type, look hot. She was dressed in a pair of small, cut off jean shorts, sandals and a tie-dye bikini top. She wore round sunglasses and a big smile as she flashed a peace sign and a little skin for the camera. May was a Cinco de Mayo set up. Jen was dressed as a sexy senorita, in a long dark wig, colorful skirt, which was slit almost to her waist and a halter top, which was covered in colorful ruffles and left her sexy stomach fully exposed. Ernest threw a sombrero on the floor and told Jen to dance around it. She did her best hip shaking salsa, which Ernest found scintillating. After he was sure he had captured the image he wanted, he let Jen continue to dance, so he could simply watch her move her body for amusement. Damn, this girl is hot, what a find. He smiled to himself.
They hit a minor snafu with June. The plan was a graduation theme, but the cap and gown Jen was going to wear and then unzip to reveal some lingerie, was nowhere to be found. Ernest groaned with frustration searching the wardrobe rack. "Well, lets come back to June."
"For July...you'll be wearing this," he held out a skimpy red, white and blue bikini. Jen took the colorful garment, taken aback by the how little there was to it.
