Photo Finish - The Beginning
This a part one of a two part story. Second part - Photo Finish - The End - coming soon.
My career was flourishing. I landed one of the premier engagements - the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue. It was hard work but so satisfying. There was not enough spare time to see the sights at the exotic sites. That was the shame of it. I struck up relationships with the world class beauties. It helped me to know who they are and what they liked to do to properly pose them. All in all, it was fun.
Jill, the long blonde hair, large bosom with tiny waist model, became a good friend. We both lived in the Dallas area.
One day, we sat next to each other on the beach watching the sun go down over the ocean. The next shoot was coming, utilizing the gorgeous palette of colors created by the Fiji sunset. The crews were setting up behind us.
Clothed in the absolute tiniest of bikinis, her areolas barely covered by a small piece of cloth. I couldn't help but notice her nipples were hard. It wasn't cold yet. Need to take all that in account for the shoot. She insisted I take all her pictures. Nice to be wanted.
It was actually quite romantic. The kind of scene you shared with a loving partner.
Jill asked, ' Do you think we can get together when we are back home?'
'Sure can, I would love that.'
She placed her hand on my thigh and said, 'I would really like that. Maybe we could do a private shoot. I need nude photos for my portfolio.'
I tried not to jump when she touched my thigh. I kept staring out at the sunset, not knowing how to respond to that. It has been a long time since anyone has hit on me, although I am considered quite attractive. One photography magazine featured me in an article titled 'Sexist Photographer in the World.' That amped up offers of lucrative shoots and for the sex starved, all kinds of creative offers.
I am not her type if I am reading her right, at least not right now. More straight then not. But it has been too long since I had sex with a partner. Never say never. There is always a first time I. I think I am trying to convince myself.
Jill must have realized I was tongue tied and changed the subject.
She asked, 'I saw your son Chase's latest work in the Rolling Stone. He is so sexy in those Tommy John's. His bare chest was a delight, so well-muscled. Did you do that shoot?'
Thank God she changed subject.
'No, I have never done a shoot with him. The magazine photographers he works with are quite skilled,' I replied.
She was right about him though. Very sexy.
'How did he start modeling? He is still in high school right?'
'Actually, just graduated. It was interesting how he started. Pure happenstance. After a regular season baseball game, a Mom from the opposing team spotted my Delaney baseball jersey and approached me. She was a booking agent, I immediately recognized her. A booking vulture.'
'We exchanged pleasantries. She got right to the point as usual. She saw pictures of Chase on the team website. She said he was stunning and photogenic, and he just stood out. She said he has twinkle in his blue eyes that came across in the photos. She asked to book him for a shoot.'
'Chase was excited about it. He has been around so many of my shoots he was not at all intimidated. I reluctantly agreed because as I know, and you know, how brutal modeling can be.'
'So, at age of 16, that's how he started. He loves it. He garners a lot of interest from the lady folk, not just high schoolers. I don't blame them. If he wasn't my son, I would be interested too. Scratch that, just trying to be funny.'
That's not funny, that is the first time I thought that way and I just said it out loud to Jill like a couple of teenage girls talking about boys.
She gently took my hand and placed it on her cheek. She leaned in close and whispered, 'You have garnered my interest. I want to be more than friends.'
I thought I was going to faint.
One of the crew shouted out, 'Come on ladies, we are ready for you.'
My head was spinning. No female in all my shoots had come on to me. With Jill, there was a friendship right away. We hit it off so to speak. But it was never sexual, at least not from my perspective. Now Jill opened a door I never thought even existed in my world. Strangely, I felt a bit of excitement. Excitement I had not felt in while.
'Wendy? Are you coming? We have work to do.'
As she stood up, one breast fell free. Her nipple hard. The areola large. A tingle shot through me. I remembered that feeling from what seemed so long ago.
She moved in front of me and offered her hand to help me up.
'I can show you more later tonight.'
Run away, run away, run away my brain screaming at me. Then calm down, calm down, calm down - you have a shoot to do, you are a professional. Get to work, get control.
I let Jill help me up. She covered up.
'Jill, thank you for the offer. I really do appreciate it. I am flying out tomorrow morning early while everyone wraps up. I understand you are flying out in the afternoon to your next shoot in LA. I really need a night to get all my photos right, pack, get some sleep. Can we pick this up back home?'
'Yes!' she said excitedly.
'I can't wait,' I said.
She gave me a quick peck on the cheek, held my hand and moved me forward to the shoot site.
I am not sure If I will pursue Jill. I honestly needed some time to think. Plus, I had a commitment to Chase's manager to focus on.
***
Chase's high school baseball team had already won two championships during his first three high school years. Best batter on the team for average and home runs. Also, the number two pitcher. He threw a no-hitter in last years' championship game. Tomorrow night, they were playing for another championship. I will be there. I was quite proud of him, I made every game. Wearing my number 0 Delaney jersey. Rooting him and the team on. It was all sadly drawing to a close.
Dad missed out on a lot of the games and activities. He was too busy with his girlfriend to attend anything. Yeah, it wasn't work keeping him from attending like he claimed, it was play.
When I didn't perform his kinky stuff, he teased me that he was going to trade me in for two twenties. His girlfriend just turned twenty years old. He wasn't just teasing. I am surprised he didn't have two twenty year olds lined up. Maybe he did.
Once I found that out about his girlfriend, my private detective followed Greg for a week, accumulating evidence. Many pictures and one video of them doing it in his Rolls Royce Silver Cloud. Idiot. I never liked that car, too over the top. She probably liked the back seat. I thought about doing a Carrie Underwood 'Before He Cheats' treatment on his precious Rolls but thought better.
I filed, he did not contest the divorce. I am rich now with half his technology empire. I love Texas, just split it down the middle. I kept the Malibu house. Been there once, he used it for his current conquests.
It was about an hour from Cal-State. Chase starts in the fall. Great baseball school. That will work. I am moving.
I decided to keep working until I found something better to do. I hired a manager for my half of the empire. Will two billion be enough to get me to retirement?
