I spent the afternoon shopping and even went into some of the more conservative women's stores, all the while keeping the word classy in mind. By six o'clock, I'd spent nearly sixteen hundred of my advance and had at least one of each item on Daddy's shopping list. I splurged and spent two 'c' notes on sexy lingerie, including a couple of pairs of crotchless panties and half a dozen pairs of silk stockings, which I figured I'd be buying quite often.
I knew I was good with shoes, having a collection in my closet that approached two hundred pairs.
Shopping bags in hand, I headed to my Benz and piled them in the trunk. I was feeling hungry but figured I'd order Chinese when I got home.
Pulling into the driveway, I remembered that I'd wanted to call a locksmith today so I could have the locks changed on Tuesday morning. I chuckled, thinking I should have written it down instead of making a mental note.
The garage door slowly closed, and I nearly tripped over the pile of boxes where his E-Class usually sat. I carried my shopping bags inside and quickly hung the contents on the rack mounted on the back of the laundry room door so my new outfits wouldn't get wrinkled.
I grabbed the phone book and opened the Yellow Pages, leafing through the section for Chinese delivery. After ordering Chicken stir fry and white rice, I thumbed to the section to find a locksmith. Dog earring that page, I went back to the first page and left the book lying open on the counter at the attorney's ads as a reminder for me to make those calls as soon as possible.
My computer was still on the table, so I opened it and started it up. As soon as my desktop appeared, my friendly postman said, "You've got mail."
Wow, I thought I've gotten more emails in the last twenty-four hours than I probably got in the previous twenty-four weeks.
My inbox contained a message from something called Shutter Bugs. I nearly deleted it but realized it could be from Daddy's photographer.
Opening the mail, I read, "Hello, Angel. My name is Craig, and I'll be your photographer. Our appointment is for one o'clock tomorrow afternoon. Please bring at least three changes of clothes, one of which should be an evening gown. We'd appreciate it if you would not wear any make-up as our staff will apply what is needed to enhance your photos. We may also want to experiment with different hair colors, so don't bother doing much with your hair. We'll take care of that also. There is a one hundred dollar sitting fee, which is payable at the time of your appointment. Please bring cash, I'm looking forward to working with you. Thanks, Craig."
I closed my email but left it running in the background.
Things were moving along very quickly. I assumed it was because Daddy wanted to begin receiving a return on his investment, and to be quite honest, I was happy since I'd start receiving compensation for my talents.
A short while later, the doorbell rang, signaling that my dinner had arrived. As I sat eating the tasty stir fry, I began wondering about the who, what, and when of my first appointment. I was beginning to feel very excited about getting started and knew that by the time it arrived, my anticipation would be at a fever pitch.
I love Chinese takeout not only because it's so tasty but because there's always a little left over for tomorrow's lunch and never any dishes to clean up.
It was almost eight thirty when I placed the styrofoam container into the refrigerator, and I decided to turn in early partly because I hadn't slept well last night but also, so I'd be rested and fresh for my photo shoot tomorrow.
Curling up under the fluffy down comforter with my body sandwiched between satin sheets, I quickly dozed off into a restful sleep.
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It's amazing what a good night's sleep does for you. I awoke a little after eight, the bright sunlight streaming through my bedroom window, feeling wonderful and excited to have my photos taken by a true professional.
While enjoying my morning coffee, I picked out three outfits I'd take to my shoot and carefully removed all the tags before placing them in a garment bag and hanging them over the laundry room door. I hoped my choices would result in photos that would entice our clients to choose me over the other five girls who worked for Daddy.
After breakfast, I went upstairs to shower. While in the shower, I shaved my legs, underarms, and a tiny bit of stubble above my pussy. My vulva had recovered from the assault Daddy had made on it days before. I shampooed my hair, giving me the sweet fragrance of strawberries.
After patting my body dry, I stood for a moment, surveying my form in the large vanity mirror. At thirty-five, I was still a stunningly beautiful woman. My bright eyes and lush, pouty lips were both accentuated by high cheekbones. My auburn hair, while shorter than many, could be teased to highlight my lovely facial features.
I smiled as I examined my breasts. Their D-cup size, while firm to the touch, still looked very natural. The scars from my implant surgery are only noticeable under very close inspection. The pink areola are perfectly round, surgically altered to be the same size, and appear to act as sensual frames for the tiny sensitive nipples at their center.
My stomach is perfectly flat and shows no signs of the muscles that rest just below the smooth flesh. I had once considered having my belly button pierced but could never get the nerve to see a body artist to have that done. Perhaps I could now get the nerve to have both my belly and tongue pierced.
The vanity top blocked my view of what rested below, so I used my fingers to do a quick physical inspection of my loins. The lips of my vulva, which had been swollen and nearly rubbed raw by Daddy's massive erection days earlier, were now drawn tight, forming a perfect seal over the moist pink flesh they protected.
One finger slipped between the soft lips without penetrating the moist flesh beyond. The smooth lips slipped along either side of my finger while still hugging it. My hot little pussy was back to normal, and I became excited for the time when it would again massage a strong hard cock.
I didn't need to examine my long, shapely legs, knowing they would always be exactly as they've been since I was twenty.
As my eyes moved up again, I thought. "Perhaps I should join a gym to ensure this sensuous body would continue to entice the opposite sex until I'd bankrolled enough to retire from the business."
I slipped a brightly colored sun dress over my shoulders and buttoned it up the front. Beneath, I slipped into a pair of white lace panties and finished with open-toe heeled sandals. Without makeup up, I looked rather plain, but I knew that when I arrived at the Shutter Bug studio, their artists would transform me into an elegant, classy lady.
Walking into the kitchen, I noticed it was only eleven thirty. I had two hours before my appointment, so I took the time to call a locksmith and make arrangements to meet him at the house at four to change the locks. I told him I had an appointment and that if I wasn't home by the time he arrived, he should start.
I knew the Hills was a drive across town but had no idea how long it would take at midday. My garment bag was placed flat on the floor of the Benz' trunk, and since Craig had said not to worry about my hair, I pressed the button to lower the top before backing out of the garage. Pausing briefly in the driveway to enter the address of Shutter Bug in my GPS, the onboard computer calculated my route and drive time. It flashed up arrival at the destination at one fifteen. Perfect timing.
I love driving with the top down. Not only does the wind feel incredible in my hair, but the looks I get from others on the road always excite me. Men love seeing a stunning woman on the road with them, and the truckers sitting high up in their big rigs get the added view of my sexy legs, which are always exposed to mid-thigh while I'm cruising in my sporty Benz.
I arrived at Shutter Bug two minutes later than my GPS had calculated, pulling into a space with enough time to spare.
As I bent over to retrieve my garment bag from the trunk, a man's hand reached past mine.
"Hi, I'm Craig." The handsome twenty-something male said, then added, "You must be Angel?"
"Yes, I am, and thank you for helping me," I replied, extending a delicate hand toward his free one.
"Welcome to Shutter Bug," Craig said.
I smiled at him as he said, "Right this way." His hand motioned to what clearly wasn't the main entrance into the business.
"We have much to do, so let's start immediately," Craig explained.
He guided me past the back of what must be the receptionist's desk and into a small room.
"While we're waiting for makeup, let's look at what you've decided to wear," Craig said.
"I hope the clothes are okay," I said.
Craig unzipped my garment bag and pulled out the three outfits I'd brought.
"I like this," he said as he held up a pale yellow sundress similar to the one I wore to the appointment.
"Buttons down the front can be very sexy," he mentioned.
The next one was a very classy black cocktail dress; its sleeveless design and higher-than-normal neckline appeared rather plain, but when he turned it around and looked at the back, he smiled widely. The back was cut nearly to the waistline with folds of fabric that I would describe as a reverse cowl neck.
"This is very hot," Craig exclaimed.
I smiled, recalling how stunning I looked when I tried it on at the shop.
My final choice was the evening gown. A pure white, almost bridal strapless design that stove-piped almost to the floor. Dancing wouldn't be easy in this dress, but on the seduction scale, it ranked a nine and a half.
He turned to me and said, "This is gorgeous, but I'm not sure it'll work for our purposes, but we'll see."
"Did you bring shoes?" he asked.
"Oh my god, I completely forgot shoes," I admitted. "And stockings for the cocktail dress, too," I added, feeling slightly unprepared.
"Stockings are no problem; we have some here. But I'm not sure we can find the right size shoe for you," Craig offered.
Just then, a slightly overweight young woman entered the room.
"Hello," she said as she closed the door behind her.
Craig introduced us, "Angel, this is Mandy, our makeup artist."
"Hi, Mandy," I said, extending my hand.
Mandy shook like a man, her firm grip pinching my delicate fingers tightly.
"We're going to do this sundress first," Craig said, holding the dress up so Mandy could see the colors.
"Okay, I suggest pale pink to contrast with the yellow in the dress," Mandy suggested.
"Exactly; I want Angel to look like she's been in the sun for hours," Craig commented.
"Gotcha," Mandy replied as she opened the cabinet doors beside where I was sitting.
"Page me when she's ready," Craig said just before he left the room.
"He's very handsome," I commented to Mandy as she prepared her tools.
She grinned at me and replied, "His boyfriend thinks so, too."
An older woman came in carrying a clipboard, "Hi, I'm Janet. I have some paperwork for you to sign," she said, standing next to me.
"Okay," I said.
"It's a standard photographer's release form. I'll need your signature right here," Janet said, handing me the clipboard and a pen, her bright red fingernail pointing to where I was to sign.
"Do I need to read this?" I asked.
She smiled and said, "You can, but if you don't sign, we don't shoot."
I knew that wouldn't make Daddy happy, so I scribbled my signature on the form.
"I also need your sitting fee," Janet said.
"Oh yes, of course," I answered, then asked, "Can you hand me my purse?" Pointing to my bag beside her.
"It's a hundred, right?" I asked as I started pulling twenty dollar bills out.
"That's correct," Janet said as she started filling out another form.
I handed her five bills, and she gave me the receipt. In the name line, it just said Angel.
"Thanks, Angel," Janet said, "I'll let you with Mandy to work her magic," she added just before leaving the room.
Mandy began explaining the process, "Let's start with your hair. I'm going to shampoo it and add some very faint pink highlights. They will hardly show, but the camera will pick them up as a reflection of the colors we're going to use on your face."
"I'm all yours," I said.
Mandy tilted the salon chair back and braced my back until my neck rested in the curved opening of the sink behind me, "Just relax; you're going to look incredible," she offered.
The warm water and her strong hands helped me relax as she shampooed my hair and applied watercolors to give it the pink highlights she'd spoken of. Forty minutes later, she was finished and said. "Okay, let's slip into your sundress," she said.
I unbuttoned my dress as Mandy undid the one on the wardrobe rack. She turned to me just as I slipped the dress off my body.
"Wow, I love your body," she remarked.
I was confident Mandy was slightly jealous of my soft, supple lines. She helped me with the new pale yellow dress, her skillful fingers making contact with my flesh more than needed.
With all the buttons closed, Mandy said, "Take a look at yourself."
I turned to face the full-length mirror mounted on the wall. "Oh my gosh!" I exclaimed. Mandy's skillful fingers and artistic talents had transformed me from a thirty-eight-year-old MILF into a vibrant and sensual twenty-something vixen.
The supple pink color she'd applied to my eyelids and lips seemed to fade into my perfectly styled auburn tresses. Only the slightest bit of eyeliner was used to frame my sparkling blue eyes, and my lashes appeared to have doubled in length. Under all that, my skin seemed smooth and silky, every minor blemish and crease skillfully masked with her own concoction of foundation and blush.
"Absolutely incredible," I remarked, gazing at her artwork.
"I'm going to stay with you in case Craig wants anything changed once he looks at you through the lens," Mandy said as she gathered a few essential tools and a small tray of assorted colors and other items.
"Thank you so much, Mandy," I said, smiling widely at her.
"My job,” she replied, then placed her hand on my back before adding, "Let's go find Craig."
"Wait in here," she said, pushing the door open to what obviously was a studio.
As I walked in and Mandy headed off to locate my photographer, I was amazed at the equipment in the room. It was unlike any photo studio I'd ever been in. Lights with reflectors and tripods were everywhere. They all pointed at a green backdrop hanging on the opposite wall from the door. In one corner of the room, there was a small desk with a computer sitting on it, and besides that, a bookshelf kind of unit containing more camera equipment than Craig could possibly need.
As I stood just inside the door, I began to understand how the photos of the other girls got to be so awesome. While all five girls are gorgeous, the artists here at Shutter Bug have drawn out their best features and made them into absolutely stunning women.
"All ready?" I heard Craig say from behind as he and Mandy returned to his studio.
I turned and smiled widely at him, then said, "I'm ready."
He stopped in his tracks, and as Mandy flipped a small sign that announced "In session" over and closed the door, Craig said, "Great job, Mandy."
"Thanks, hun," she replied, placing her tray of artist tools on a chair inside the door.
"You look incredible," Craig said to me.
He turned to Mandy and said, "I don't think we need to pin any part of the dress; it fits perfectly."
Mandy shook her head in agreement, then moved to the side, knowing her services wouldn't be needed at the moment.
"Let's have you on that stool," Craig said, motioning toward the tall bar-type stool in front of the green backdrop.
"Green's not my best color," I mentioned as I slid onto the stool and hooked my feet on one rung.
"We add the backdrops here," Craig explained, pointing to the computer monitor on the desk.
"Everything is digital today," he said as he turned to me, holding a costly-looking camera.
I flashed him a broad smile and put my hands on my hips. Shrugging my shoulders and shaking them a little caused my breasts to jiggle under the fabric of my dress. "Not everything is completely digital," I suggested.
"Hold that," he said quickly, lifting the camera to his eye and snapping a picture. Flashlights went off everywhere.
"Hey, I wasn't ready," I said.
"The best shots are usually caught when my subjects aren't ready," Craig replied.
As he moved closer to me, he said, "I want to get your close-up headshot first."
"Look directly into the lens and smile," he said.
"Naturally," he said; then, as I smiled, the camera clicked, "Good."
Craig moved the camera down below his chin. "Now I am going to move, and I want you to follow the lens with your eyes, but don't move your head an inch," he explained.
As he moved side to side, clicking photos every few seconds, I did as he asked and kept my head very still but let my eyes follow the lens.
"Very nice, good, great one," Craig kept talking while he moved and captured the images.
After taking eight or nine pictures, Craig turned to Mandy and said. "Have Mark bring us that folding canvas deck chair, please."
Craig returned his attention to me and said, "I think we've got some great headshots. Now, let's go for a couple of full-length pictures."
"Okay, You're the professional here," I replied.
"Let's lose the stool." He said.
I slipped off the wooden stool and stood still as Craig slid it off to the side.
Mandy returned, and Mark followed shortly. "Is this the one?" he asked.
"That's it, thanks," he said as he took my hand and moved me closer to the backdrop.
"Okay, Angel, I'd like you to stand in a classic model's pose.”
I wasn't sure what that was, but I moved one foot slightly in front of the other, my hands at my sides.
"Put your left hand on your hip and the right on your thigh high up," Craig said.
He moved to his left and lifted the camera to his eye. "Wait." He said, dropping the camera down again. Let's lose the wedding band. I slipped both rings off, leaving a tiny tan line where my wedding band had protected my fingers from the harsh sun all summer.
Mandy took the rings and put them in her tray.
"That's better. I can touch up the tan line in PhotoShop later," he remarked.
"Okay, Angel, hands back where they were," he said, waiting for me to move my hands back.
"The right one a little higher on your thigh," Craig captured the image he was looking for, kept me posed like that, and moved around me, taking several more.
"Great legs," he commented.
"You're doing a great job," he said as he moved to his desk and picked up a different camera.
"Let's have the deck chair," he said to Mandy.
She moved the chair where she'd probably moved it a thousand times before, then paused to check my makeup.
"She's good," Mandy remarked as she moved away.
"Okay, have a seat, and we'll finish up your sun dress with some skin shots," he said, smiling at me.
I climbed onto the high deck chair and brought my heels to rest on the rung in front.
"Cock your butt in the seat a little," Craig said.
"Good, now cross your legs. No, the other on top," he said as I moved, then changed which legs crossed over the other.
"Fantastic, now drape your right hand over the arm and bring your left hand up to the top button on your dress and slowly undo the button," he said.
As my hand moved to the row of buttons, his camera went wild, snapping repeatedly as my delicate fingers undid the button.
"Keep going," Craig said, then added, "Undo the next two."
I followed his instructions and unbuttoned the next two.
"Great, now use your fingers on both hands to hold the dress open at the top," he continued.
I gently pulled the fabric apart, revealing just the very top of my tits and the sexy crease of my cleavage.
"Fantastic!" he exclaimed, his camera capturing every detail.
"Okay, Angel, let's finish up, then you can take a short break," he said.
"I'm good," I replied, letting him know I was enjoying myself immensely.
He moved so he was directly in front of my sexy knee, "I want you to unbutton the bottom three buttons and let the dress slip over the sides of your thighs," he explained.
I did as he asked, letting the colorful fabric slide over my thigh. Craig moved forward and pulled the ends tighter over my thigh and taut at the fourth button.
"Fantastic," he said. I wasn't sure if he was talking about the pose or my legs.
"Put your arms on the chair arms and drape your finger over the front," he said, positioning me precisely how his mind's eye envisioned the shot.
I followed his instructions to the letter, making sure my fingers looked natural while still spreading them apart a little.
"Excellent," he commented as he lifted the camera to capture the image.
Flashlights went off repeatedly as Craig moved from directly in front of me to my left first, then to my right.
Centering himself again, he said, "Lean front."
As I bent at the waist and leaned toward him, I felt the front of my dress fall away, exposing even more of my lush breasts and deeper into the soft cleavage.
"Absolutely lovely," he commented as his camera whirled, shooting at least a dozen pictures from every possible angle.
"Stunning!" Craig exclaimed as he finally lowered his camera. "We're all done," he said.
Mandy sprang into action. She helped me out of the tall deck chair and then slid it out of the way. "Follow me," she said.
"The black cocktail dress and blonde," Craig said just before we left the room.
I followed Mandy back to the dressing room, "Change into your cocktail dress, and I'll be right back," she told me.
Now, this dress was designed with my body in mind. The high neckline in front, while not allowing any of my breasts to be exposed, drew attention to my sexy neck. It fit tight across my chest, perfectly detailing the shape of my breasts, and when aroused, my hard nipples would poke at the fabric seductively. For all it did to hide the front, it left nothing to the imagination from behind. The neckline continued to my shoulders, then with more fabric into a fold, it cascaded over my shoulder blades and straight down, curving sexily in to meet in the small of my back. Its length ended about two inches above my knees.
As I soothed the fabric over my breasts and thighs, Mandy returned with a pair of black four-inch heels in one hand and a pair of thigh-high stockings draped over her other arm.
"Be careful with these; they run very easily, and it's our last pair," Mandy said, holding the silk stockings toward me.