"Really? You mean you know him more than just in terms of school?"
"Uh-huh."
"Ooohhh," Bethany whispered, sitting back in her chair. She put a piece of half-eaten pizza on her plate. "You got somethin' goin' with him, huh?"
"I'll never tell."
Bethany smiled. "You know my dad's rich. I could get you some money if you fixed me up with Mr. Holiday."
Suzy didn't know what to think about any of this. "Well, let me think about everything," she said, then looked at her watch and realized she must be off for her Junior Miss modeling session.
She took a taxi to Mr. Holt's house, which wasn't very far from Jefferson High School. He let her in with a wide smile. He had freshly shaven and smelled good to Suzy. She liked the lime Old Spice he was wearing. He was in good shape for his age and wore a checkered button down shirt, a pair of jeans and loafers.
He guided her to the back of his house where he had a little studio. The wall was papered with background, and a big canvas was on the floor. There was a little dressing room off to the side that was once a huge closet.
"Your clothes are in there, Suzy," he said, and set up his camera for the shoot.
"What should I wear first," she called from the room, looking admiringly at the clothes hanging from hangers.
"How 'bout the white shorts and the light blue camisole?" he said.
She took her jeans and sweater off. She was wearing pretty panties and a pink bra.
She slipped the shorts up her legs. They tightened at the lush curve of her hips. She had to struggle them up and onto her ass. She zipped them and buttoned them and noticed how very tight they were on her. She inspected the shorts in the mirror, found them high on her ass, and they crinkled in little white ripples up her crotch.
Suzy put the camisole on. It pulled lewdly at her tits. She saw little red high heels there, and put them on.
Then she walked out to Mr. Holt. "Oh, yes. Very summery, don't you think? The summer look."
"They're awfully tight, aren't they, Mr. Holt?" Suzy said.
"Well, we want you to be alluring, my dear. We want just a little of the sexy look, you know? It always gets attention. I'm sure we can sell this layout to a big magazine, and you'll become very famous."
"You really think so?"
"Absolutely," he said, then began snapping pictures. "Yes, stand with your hands on your hips. Now turn around. Good, bend over a little. Yes. Now, look bock over your shoulder."
Mr. Holt took a series of pictures in her shorts and top. Suzy noticed that he was really eyeing her, and she also saw that his cock went from hard to soft as he took pictures of her. She kind of thrilled to this happening, but of course she said nothing to the admiring man.
"Yes, sideways, hands on hips, very good figure pose. You do have a great figure, Suzy," Mr. Holt complimented with an admiring smile.
She looked like a dream in the shorts and top, her body bulging all over, with her long, smooth, tanned legs and the red high heck.
"Yes, that's nice and sexy," he said.
Then Mr. Holt suggested she change into swim attire. Suzy retired to the dressing room and put on a skimpy red bikini, bright smooth, and shiny. She hooked the red top around her chest and her tits fluffed out all squeezed together succulently.
She kept on the red high heels and returned to Mr. Holt. His eyes got big. She saw his prick thump against his slacks. Her luscious body was on display, the little bikini riding high on her ass cheeks, puffing tight into her crotch. Her tits looked like they were gonna pop right out of the bikini top.
Mr. Holt took pictures. He had her lie down on a beach towel, hold a can of Coke, and apply suntan lotion, slicking her body with the fragrant oil, rubbing it into her tan.
She was exciting lying down on the floor. Mr. Holt's prick was sticking out like a hammer now. She could see he was trembling. Finally he stopped shooting, and then he suggested she get into the skirt and tank tap in the dressing room.
His cock had wilted when she returned. She wore a light-blue, faded jean skirt of thin denim and a white, tight tank-top with thin straps. She had on little pink high heels with this outfit, and she looked gorgeous. The little denim skirt was short, and it pulled in incredibly tight against her ass. Her big tits pushed juicily at the top.
Mr. Holt took some pictures of her standing. "Turn around. Put your hands on your hips. Yes. Like that."
He took a picture of her sculptured ass curving against the tight denim. "How 'bout sitting down in that easy chair. Sit out on the edge, cross your legs. Yes, like that, Suzy."
She stationed herself on the chair and crossed her beautiful legs. "Now, put your hands behind you and lean back."
She did. Her tits splashed wildly at the little white top.
He snapped and snapped and snapped. His cock was up again, curling against his slacks in a banana-like outline.
"Now, pull your skirt up for me, Suzy." She reached down and pulled the hem high on her thighs. He eagerly took a photo of her pretty legs, in her white high heels, as the skirt flashed nicely on her smooth thighs.
"A little higher now," he whispered, focusing in on her.
"But, if I take it up any higher, sir, you can see my panties."
"Just a little higher, huh?"
She got it up a little bit without revealing her panties. He took a picture. "Higher," he said.
"I'll give you another hundred dollars," he said, leaving the camera. He pulled out his wallet and counted out two fifties and laid them with the original hundred dollars. "These pictures will be just for me, okay?"
Jeez, Suzy thought. Another hundred dollars. Wow. Just to show him her panties. Why not?
"Okay," she said, and hiked her skirt up over her sweet, pink panties.
He focused. "Oh, yes, my dear," he murmured. "Set your legs apart."
Suzy put her feet in the heels flat on the floor, kept the little blue skirt around her waist, and pushed her knees apart, spreading her legs ever so slightly.
"Oh, that's beautiful," he whispered. "A little wider, huh?"
Suzy moved her legs apart, as she sat in the chair, her tits pushing out against the white tank-top, her skirt up, her pink pantied pussy pushing against the thin nylon, a shaded muffin between her legs, so that Mr. Holt could see it through the panties.
"Why don't you take your panties down a little bit?" Mr. Holt asked.
"You said you just wanted to see 'em."
He stopped, took out another hundred dollars. "I'd like you to change clothes, put these on, and let me take some pictures of you, and here's another hundred dollars."
Suzy saw that the lingerie he was handing her was very sexy. "Just put this stuff on?" she said.
"Yes, let me shoot some photos of you dressed in this outfit."
"These are just for you, right?"
"Right."
Suzy went to the dressing room. She pulled on the dark nylons. She hooked herself into the pretty, tight, well-boned, and satin merry widow. The bra cups pushed her lovely tits upward and out. The satin-spandex pulled tightly around her middle, hugging her curves, giving her a plush, luscious look. She hooked the nylons into the garter straps. It was pretty black, with white lace down the front and she looked fabulous in it. She put on her light, pink panties, the pink high heels, made sure her hair was looking good, applied some fresh pink gloss to her lips, and waked back to Mr. Holt.
"Oh, yearns," he sighed.
"How do I look?" Suzy purred.
"Wonderful. Just wonderful, Suzy."
She saw a wet spot at his crotch, his cock all up and hard again, pushing like a door knob at his slacks. She stood before him, and let him take some pictures.
"Bend over… yeah that's nice, your hands on your knees like that."
"And you can take a good picture of my ass, right?" Suzy said, looking back over her shoulder, licking her tongue over her lower lip.