Jennifer, a young blonde math teacher, was returning from her hair salon appointment when she decided to check the status of some photos she and her husband had taken at the studio the day before.
“Where is that husband of yours today? Is he not with you? It’s a dangerous thing to let a beautiful woman hang out with these lusty Bahamian men for too long, you know.”
“Fishing, he’s fishing. We booked a charter boat this morning before dawn and didn’t get back until dark.”
“Oh, he’s going to have a great time. The fishing has been great this year. Hey, have you ever thought about taking some of those ‘special’ pictures of your husband we were talking about the other day? He’d love it.”
Jennifer’s hesitation had been eased by a prior margarita at the beach bar, and she hesitated for a while before asking, “How special is ‘special’?”
“Well,” Oscar replied, “there are all kinds of ‘specials’. A white album like this is ‘special.'” He pulled out a huge white photo album from under the counter. He placed a thick book in front of him and flipped it over so he could see his former client in various positions.
Women came in all shapes, sizes, skin colors and ages. Dressed in lingerie and bikinis, some leaned forward to expose more of their cleavage, while others placed their hands on their hips and exposed their buttocks with their backs to the camera, it was all done so innocently and beautifully; it looked like all the women were having a great time posing for the camera and their men. These glamour poses are usually reserved for cover girls and models, but now wives and lovers alike are posing.
“What other levels of ‘special’ does Oscar have?” the young blonde girl asked.
“Oh, well, now we have the blue album ‘Special,’ and he’s made another album that’s not as thick, but still pretty heavy.
These women are very exposed. Soaked t-shirts, her breasts and nipples exposed, her buttocks exposed but nothing too revealing. Tight bikinis and see-through lingerie seem to be popular, as do garter belts and stockings, and most of the poses involve bending over backwards. Jennifer noticed that some of the women in this book were similar to those in the first book. She flipped through the album, not wanting to show too much interest since Oscar was right in front of her.
“Many women start with the ‘white’ position and then move on to the ‘blue’ position once they see how it goes.”
“You mean, when they ‘watch’, how can they see anything until the film is developed?”
“Oh my pet, this is the digital age. I can show you any image taken on a computer monitor almost instantly. I couldn’t do that for you and your husband Troy, could I, because now, the computer center is broken and I can cut, paste and crop the whole banana instantly.
“I see. How many more albums do you have,” she asked?
“There are two more, black and red.”
“Well, we’ll see.”
Oscar produced the Black Album, and warned them that the album would be more explicit and revealing.
The first photo shows Jennifer with the red hair that has been seen in every previous album. She wore no clothing other than a derby hat and black choker. Her bush and vagina were clearly visible, with her pink nipples sticking out firmly from her breasts.
These photos bear a strong resemblance to those found in most popular men’s magazines. There are some obvious “spread” shots of legs spread and lips exposed. The poses are as varied as the women in the album. Some were on their hands and knees, their buttocks exposed to the camera, and some had their legs propped up on pillows in an attempt to highlight some of their best assets, while others, were downplaying things that were less flattering.
“So, what about the Red Album?” Jennifer asked? “If it’s just a black cover, there must be something really dirty in it.”
Oscar quipped, “Red means hot. I almost burned my hand when I picked it up.” “Are you sure you want to see it? There’s no room for imagination.” He pulled the album closer to his chest and looked at her fresh face and blue eyes to see if she really wanted to see the fourth album.
The alcohol had numbed her senses to the point that she was looking at pictures of naked women, strangers in front of a stranger. “Yes, I am 21 years old and I can look at dirty pictures.”
“Well, I told you so,” Oscar placed the fourth and final album on the counter.
The first photo is of a beautiful black woman lying on a couch, her legs spread wide, three fingers of her right hand buried in her vagina, and her left hand pinching the nipple of her right breast. She was looking straight into the camera lens when the photo was taken.
“Wow, I bet her husband would love this picture,” Jennifer commented as she flipped to the next page. A sexy blonde in a black garter belt and black stockings was staring at Jennifer as she stuffed a huge, equally black dildo inside of her. “Wow, you’re right. These leave nothing to the imagination. I thought you said last night that you respect your clients’ privacy. How can you show me these pictures and still say you respect their privacy?” She continued to look at the large collection of pornographic photos.
“I got permission from each woman and posted the form,” Oscar replied, placing another notebook on the counter. “Wait, look at that. There’s a number in the bottom right corner. What is that?”
“356,” Jennifer replied.
Oscar quickly flipped through his notebook, then flipped through the book. “See, the press releases are signed by them. I only share pictures of models if they want to share them, and every single one of these women is in the book.”
Jennifer looked more closely at number 356. She had just been fucked! Jennifer looked at the photo more closely and noticed that cum was leaking from between her legs. She flipped through the photos to find more provocative and revealing photos. “Did you take all of them?” she asked as she flipped through the pages; some of them were women clearly masturbating, some in the bathtub, in the shower, and even on the beach.
“Uh, I don’t know,” Jennifer thought as she flipped through the album. “Troy would love a picture like this, but I don’t know if I’d be able to pull it off.”
“Oh, oh, dear,” Oscar scolded. “Almost all of these women have the same concerns. It’s all a matter of approach. You can be as sexy as you like. We can start with some White Album photos and if you like what you see, we can move on somewhere else. …” He hesitated, “A little wine can ease one’s inhibitions considerably, and I have some good wines to choose from.
Jennifer noticed that many of the poses had women holding glasses of wine, or there were glasses and bottles of wine in the background. What was she thinking? I’m far from home and I’m not going to let this new hair and makeup job go to waste.
“Okay, Oscar, take me to the studio.”
Oscar pointed her to the dressing room she and her husband had used for their first casual shoot the day before, and told her he would put up a sign that read “Photography in progress – please call again.” She walked through a maze of corridors and arrived at a spacious studio that was only dimly lit. Racks and racks of clothes lined the walls of the room, with a few racks standing in the middle of the room. Several fixtures took up space around the room. One had a large brass bed in the center, another had a clawfoot tub and shower, another had a large leather couch, and one had just a simple bar stool and an equally high table.
When Oscar flips a light switch, she is startled when the darkness of the cave suddenly turns into day. “I spend a lot of money to keep this place lit,” he said, flipping one switch after another to activate a row of lights around the backdrop of bar stools and several computers and monitors. “Oh, the electronic age, how I hate and love it at the same time.”
“Okay, Jennifer, if you’re ready, I’m ready. Why don’t you sit on that stool and I’ll take some pictures and show you how this all works.
She quietly walked over to the stool and sat down easily on the seat.
“Okay, now put your left elbow on the table, rest your chin on your thumb – and keep your other arm loosely on your leg.”
He did so, and he took a picture of one of the backfilled umbrellas with his flash.
“One more time and we’ll see what we have.” With another flash, Oscar lowered the camera and pressed a button, turning the huge computer monitor toward him.
The picture that came out stunned her. A new haircut, professional makeup and new eyebrows all make her feel really good about her look. She also noticed that the little pose Oscar had done for her showed off her big breasts under her white halter top and dark skin, and the blue eyes made the pose even sexier.
“Well, what do you think?” Oscar asked. “Should we continue?”
“Yes, yes, we do.”
Oscar had her pose in several poses on a bar stool and at an equally high table; he might suggest tilting your head slightly or moving a leg. She enjoyed looking at the image on the monitor, with a strong Bahamian man in a flowered shirt behind her. Oscar’s personality is easygoing and non-threatening, like a big teddy bear.
“Okay, are you ready to change into another set of clothes?” Oscar asked.
“Sure, any suggestions?”
“Well, this is pretty basic, but also very classy and elegant.” He searched through the rack, pulled a long-sleeved white men’s shirt off the hanger, and handed it to her. “And, keeping with the theme,” he walked over to the other lingerie rack and pulled out a pair of white lace panties. “Try these on in the locker room and see what you think.”
Jennifer walked into the bright cubicle, which had a changing table with a makeup mirror and a variety of cosmetics, brushes and more. She took off her halter top and looked at herself in the mirror, wearing khaki shorts. Her breasts sagged a little more than she expected, but even after three kids, they still looked great; everything was still in the right place; she put on her plus-size man’s shirt, buttoned it up, then took off her shorts, slid her panties down her legs and hung them on a hook on the wall. She slid the white panties Oscar had provided down her legs and lifted the hem of her shirt to see if he agreed. When the tails are down, the shirt covers more ground than many of her skirts, so she feels comfortable.
Jennifer returns from the dressing room to the main studio and discovers that Oscar has added a freestanding full-length mirror to the set. The antique wood frame around the mirror matches the wood of the high table and bar stools they used earlier in the set.
“I’ve taken the liberty of pouring you a glass of wine. If you like it, drink it. If you don’t like it, we’ll use it as a prop,” Oscar said. “What do you think of this dress? Does it look comfortable?”
Jennifer turned to the full-length mirror and looked at the overly long sleeves and long tails, as well as her sallow face and legs that stuck out.
“Yeah, I think it’s good. Where do we start?”
“Like you just did in the other group, sit on the stool and see what we can do.”
Jennifer climbed onto the stool with her bare feet, raised her arms, and threw her very long sleeves over her arms.
“Fold them or tuck them into your arms,” Oscar advises. “This will show off some nice dark skin.”
She followed his instructions, then reached for the wine glass she had placed on a palm leaf coaster on the antique table.
“Okay, put your left elbow on the table and pick up your glass.” Flash, flash. “Cross your right leg over your left leg.” Flash, flash. “Now it’s the other way around.”
The young blonde loves taking instruction from Oscar, noting on her computer monitor that each position he suggests gives her some edge.
Now it’s time to get sexy. Unbutton your shirt whenever you feel comfortable.
Jennifer unbuttoned two of the buttons on her top, revealing even more of her dusky breasts.
“Okay, now there’s one on the bottom too. Let’s look at the legs again. Go back to the stool, put your left elbow on the table and rest your head on your hands. Tilt your head a little more, flash.”.
The computer monitor showed the shirt was open up and off at the top, exposing the top of her left breast, and nearly all of her panties were visible down both thighs.
“Well, very good. I suddenly realized who you reminded me of, you look like Cybill Shepherd, you know, the model. You have a sexy look just like her. Great eyes and skin. Okay, sit back on the stool, put your feet together on the rungs, and move your hands back like you were putting bobby pins in your hair.
The pose caused the shirt to ride up quite a bit, the bottom button opening, revealing her belly and part of her white panties. She reached for her glass of wine and took a long sip. It’s time to show some courage.
“Get off the stool, put your elbows on the table, and lean your weight on the table.” Oscar quickly moved forward, adjusted the mirror slightly, and then returned to the back of the camera. “Okay, here. Think about Troy, how sexy you want to make him look.”
“It’s time to get daring.” Oscar didn’t ask her permission and just went ahead. “Reach back and pull the shirt up a little from the back. Higher, higher. OK. Now, put your hands on the table and lean forward.” Jennifer worried about the angle of the shirt and her breasts; worried they would burst but when she saw the resulting images on the monitor, she realized Oscar was focusing on her back and the boob photos were just gravy.
She saw the reflection of her round cheeks in the antique mirror, barely covered by a thin piece of cloth. Smart Oscar used the reflection to take pictures of the front and back simultaneously. He paused to admire his handiwork. “Well, well,” he said, more to himself than to her.
“Okay, turn around and sit on the stool with your back to the camera. Undo the last few buttons and pull the shirt off from your shoulders to the middle of your back.”
Jennifer did as she was told, sliding the shirt off her dark shoulders and clutching it to her chest. “I wonder what our school principal would think if he saw his math teacher doing those poses?” she thought to herself.
“Now, turn your face a little bit toward me over your right shoulder.” Flash, flash.
He liked what he saw on the monitor.
“Turn your face slightly toward the camera. We want to see more than just a profile in this photo.” “Okay, let’s change outfits. This look is getting a little tired. Do you have any wishes for the next outfit?”
He took another sip of his drink, “No, I like what you’ve done so far. Just tell me what to do.”
Oscar walked quickly up and down the racks, looking at one set of clothes after another. Some of the ones he knew were too bold at the start of the shoot or didn’t match his skin and hair at all.
“Well, simple might be the best answer for him, don’t you think?” She picked up a pair of ribbed men’s underwear and a pair of black lace panties. “Try them on, look in the mirror and see if you think Troy will like what he sees.”
“Well, he’s going to see a lot of that,” she commented, looking into the mirror behind the dressing room door.
“Dear, isn’t that the case?” Oscar asked.
“Well, yeah, I think so,” she then walked into the studio, recalling the many exhibitionist behaviors she performed in front of other strange men during her visit.
“Very good, very good,” Oscar praised her as she walked past the sofa set to the brass bed set. Her nipples were clearly visible through the ribbed material of the undershirt, which was short enough to expose her navel. The waistband of the panties was high on her hips, reaching the top of her pubic bone, so it made her look long-legged.
Oscar instructed her to stand at the foot of the brass bed, place her arms behind the brass tube and take a picture. A message came up on the screen and he asked, “What do you think?”
She was amazed at the sexy woman she saw on the computer screen. Oscar certainly knew how to pick clothes that made her look good. She loved how the shirt accentuated the fullness of her breasts, and how her nipples hardened in the air-conditioned air. The panties accentuated her plump hips without making them look too big. She liked the look and told Oscar.
Oscar moved something large like a ladder, held the bed at a forty-five degree angle to the camera mounted on the ladder, and then laid her on the bed. Her head is on the right side of the image Oscar sees in the camera. “Okay, on your left side. Support your head with your left hand.” “Excellent, very good. Now lie flat on your back.”
Oscar uses a joystick to operate the camera on a ladder that extends directly above the bed. “Hands behind your head.” The blouse was stretched down Jennifer’s middle, and her full breasts were on the sides of her chest, but she was paying close attention to the photographer’s instructions. “Okay, now keeping your shoulders and arms the same, turn your hips and feet to the right, bend the left foot forward.”
After taking the photo, Jennifer turned and looked at the monitor. This position accentuated her round ass even more, but the nipples on her breasts were clearly visible.
“Lie on your stomach facing the foot of the bed,” the robotic camera arm made a slight buzzing sound as she moved forward on the emerald-green bed. “Hand under chin, oops, need to lower the camera angle a bit, okay, now get into the camera. Same position, but lift your legs up and cross them at the ankles.”
Every photo looks perfect on your computer screen. She liked the way it looked and she knew Troy would too. “Okay, here you go,” Oscar threw a few pillows towards her. “At the head of the bed so we can prop you up about 45 degrees.” After some rearrangement and a few test shots, Oscar was happy with the placement of the pillows and the position of Jennifer’s body.
“Now assume a submissive position. Place your hands on the pillows on either side of your head, as if you were being held, but you’re on your back. Look into the camera… great, another picture, super!” Stop there and have some more wine if you want. I’ll have to quickly zip up some of these files before we start again.
She reached for the wine glass, sipped some cold drinks, and watched Oscar slowly tapping keys on the computer on the trolley in the center of the studio. She looked around the large circular room and began to notice that there was no “family” suite in the room. The entire studio is designed for this kind of work.
“That’s right,” the big man quipped as he walked back to the set, where Jennifer was making herself comfortable on the bed. “Are you ready to take another step towards your naughty side?”
“I think so too.”
“Okay, turn a little to the left, support yourself on your left elbow, and open the top drawer of your nightstand. Oops, okay, slide your right leg over your left leg and swing your foot over to the middle of the bed. Move it right here.” Flash, flash.
The camera angle shows her plump buttocks, which are only slightly covered by the dark material of her panties, almost completely exposed. “Okay, open the drawer slowly.”
Jennifer slowly opened the drawer and found about eight to ten dildos and vibrators in various colors and sizes. “Okay, okay, now look over your right shoulder looking at the camera. Give Troy a ‘this is what I found’ look. His expression was a perfect mix of lustful and innocent. “That’s right. Kid, you should be a model. Your mannerisms are great and you’re very profitable.”
