Three weeks after her eighteenth birthday, Emma was looking for a part time job that she could do on the weekend, or evenings after she finished high school for the day. She wanted to go to university when she graduated, but her family didn’t have a lot of money so she wanted to try and save up and pay for at least some of it herself. Flipping through the classifieds of the Calgary Sun, an ad caught her eye.
‘Photographer looking for new models for Hudson’s Bay and Eaton’s catalogues. Women aged 18-25, Boys aged 12-16.’
Underneath was a phone number to call. Emma thought that she was quite pretty, and thought it might be a fun experience. Plus, all of her friends would think it was pretty cool if she was a model! Emma cut the ad out of the paper and went down to the kitchen where the phone was, and dialled the number. Both of her parents where at work so she had privacy as she sat down at the kitchen table with a pad of paper and a pen and listened to the phone ring.
It rang half a dozen times and Emma was starting to think about what message she would leave on the answering machine, when someone picked up.
“McAnally’s Photography,” a gruff male voice said.
There was a pause, the man obviously waiting for Emma to speak, so she said, “I saw your ad looking for models?”
“Right. Have you ever modelled before? Do you have any headshots?”
“Oh, no, I haven’t,” Emma mumbled. “I didn’t know you needed experience.”
“How old are you? What do you look like?” The man asked, sounding slightly annoyed.
“Well, I’m eighteen. My birthday was three weeks ago actually. I’m five foot eight, I have long blonde hair. Um, I swim a lot so I’m in pretty good shape.”
“Weight? Measurements?” The man prompted her.
“Uh, I’m about 130 pounds. I’m not too sure of my measurements exactly. I wear size four pants and my bra is a 34c. Does that help?” Emma asked hopefully.
The man grunted, then said, “Are you able to come down to my studio tomorrow at 3? I can take a look at you, and maybe do a few test shots. Decide if you’ll work for the contracts I’m working on.”
Emma thought about it. The next day was a Friday so she finished school at one, so she could probably get there in time. “Ok, I can do that. Where is your studio?”
The man gave her the address. Emma asked if she should wear anything specific for the test shoot but the man told her that he would provide the clothes. Excited about the potential new job, Emma went back to her room and tried to concentrate on her homework. She eventually got it done, and by then her parents were home, so Emma went down and joined them for dinner.
Over dinner Emma told them about the modelling ad, and that she was going to check it out the next day after school. Her mom was excited for her, though her dad told her to be careful and not to get her hopes up too high. After dinner they watched some TV for a bit, then Emma headed back up to her room. She picked out the outfit she would wear the next day, a pair of jeans that she thought made her legs look good as well as a bright red blouse. She placed her favourite lace panties and bra with the clothes, then stripped down and got into bed. She read for a while, trying to keep her excitement under control before she finally fell asleep.
When Emma’s alarm went off, she hopped out of bed with more energy than normal, and headed to the bathroom down the hall to shower. Her room was in the basement and her parent’s room was up stairs, so she didn’t bother putting on any clothes, just wandered down the hallway naked. In the shower she thoroughly washed her hair and shaved her legs and armpits. When she got out of the shower Emma wrapped her hair in a towel while she plugged in her hair curlers to warm up, then spent ten minutes carefully applying makeup. When that was done, she gave her hair a quick blow dry and put the curlers in. After she went to her room and got dressed, Emma returned to the bathroom to take the curlers out and finish styling her hair before she finally went up stairs.
Emma’s mom was still home, though her dad had already left for work, and she was in the kitchen. “You look nice sweetie!” Her mom said as she poured Emma a cup of coffee and passed her some toast and jam. “Excited to be a model?”
“Well, I don’t know if I’ll get it or not, but I wanted to put my best foot forward!” Emma said with a smile as she took a drink of coffee and winced at the heat. The two of them made small talk for a bit, then they headed out to Emma’s mom’s car to head off to school and work. As usual, Emma dropped her mom off at the train station before heading into school. Her mom worked downtown at a dry cleaners. Emma’s dad also worked down town as an accountant, and while he started earlier than her mom, they finished at around the same time, so they would drive home together, giving Emma use of the car.
After she dropped her mother off, Emma headed to school. She parked and headed to her first class, chemistry, stopping at her locker along they way to grab her text book from her locker and drop off some of her Picture upload things. Emma got to class a few minutes before the bell rang and sat down at her usual spot near the front of the class and beside her best friend Kristen.
“Dressed up for something special? Trying to get back with Kevin?” Kristen asked her.
Emma winced and shook her head. “I dumped that idiot for a reason. If I never see him again it’ll be too soon,” she told Kristen. “I’ve got a job interview after school!”
“Spill! What is it?” Kristen asked excited.
“Some modelling thing for a guy who takes pictures for the Bay and Eaton’s catalogues,” Emma said, and filled Kristen in on the details, scant though they were.
The day seemed to drag on and on until the final bell rung. Emma grabbed her jacket and the textbooks she needed for homework on the weekend, then headed out to her car. She stopped in the bathroom along the way to touch up her makeup and make sure her hair was still looking good.
In the parking lot she bumped into Amy, another one of her friends. “Are you going to going to Larry’s party tomorrow?” Amy asked.
Emma shrugged, “Probably not. I know Kevin will be there, don’t need the hassle.”
“Ya, men are scum,” Amy said with a laugh. “If you change your mind, I’ll see you there.” Amy then got into her own car and waved to Emma as she pulled out.
In her car Emma got the street map out of the glove compartment and double checked where the studio was. It wasn’t too far away, in some strip mall just outside of the Foothills Industrial Park. It would only take her about twenty minutes to drive there, so Emma decided to stop off at an Eaton’s on her way over. She wandered through the woman’s clothing sections, looking at the various model photos they had up to show off the clothes and picked up a catalogue to look through.
After checking her watch and deciding she’d killed enough time, Emma got back in her car and drove to the studio, arriving at 2:50. There was a nail salon, a Chinese restaurant and a liquor store also in the strip mall, but the studio looked pretty nice, with big photos in the windows showing off their work. She went in, and found a tough looking woman with a buzz cut wearing a flannel shirt and jeans behind the desk.
Emma went up to the desk and said, “Hi, I’m here about the modelling job? I’m a little bit early.”
“Right, well I’ll let Jim know you’re here,” the woman said as she looked Emma up and down. “Do you have any headshots or a portfolio?”
Emma blushed a bit as the woman’s gaze lingered on her chest, but said, “No I don’. The man on the phone, Jim I guess, said that it was okay that I didn’t have any experience and he’d do a few test shots to see how I do.”
The woman shrugged, and headed into the back. Emma sat down in one of the chairs to wait, and started leafing through a binder full of photos that was on the table. The first two thirds of the binder was photos of families or people modelling various outfits. Then towards the back of the binder there were first swimsuit models, then underwear and lingerie. Emma was busy studying some of the lingerie models, wondering if she’d be asked to do that, half nervous and half excited as she looked at the beautiful almost naked women. She was so engrossed in the photos that she didn’t notice the woman come back into the front room.
“You can head back now,” the woman said. She was standing in front of Emma and saw what she was looking at in the binder. She smirked as Emma jumped in her seat and hurriedly closed the binder. “Can’t stand wearing those frilly things,” the woman said, “but it sure is nice to look at a pretty young thing all dolled up.” She winked as Emma brushed past her and went into the back, still blushing.
The back two thirds of the studio was filled with racks of clothing, boxes of props, a couple of makeup tables and a partitioned off area for changing. In the centre was a large white canvas with a number of different lights around it surrounded by tripods and cameras.
There was a man sitting at a desk doing some paperwork that Emma assumed must be Jim, and she went over to him. “Hi, I’m Emma. So, um, how does this work?”
Jim looked her over and nodded to himself. “Well, today I’ll have you try on a few different outfits and well shoot some test shots. If all goes well, we can talk about having you back to do something for a contract of two I have lined up.”
Jim got up from his desk and went over to one of the clothing racks and started picking out clothes, handing them to Emma as he did. “Let’s start with the jeans and sweater combo.”
Emma took the clothes and went into the changing area. She quickly stripped off her own jeans and blouse, then put on the jeans that she had been given, a tight pair of stone washed Levi’s and the sweater. She didn’t bother to put her shoes back on and stepped out from the changing area and walked onto the photo area. Jim directed her how to stand and snapped a few shots, telling her to laugh and toss her hair.
“Close but not quite,” he images upload said. “I don’t like the bra lines showing through the sweater. Get rid of it.”
Emma started to walk back to the change area, but Jim shook his head. “Hurry up. I’ve got another job at four, I want to get this done quick.”
Emma felt a bit nervous as she reached under the sweater and unhooked her bra, but she got it off without having to take the sweater off, then went back to getting her pictures taken as Jim had her walk and pose.
“Good,” Jim said. “Next we’ll do the red cocktail dress, black heels and the stole.”
Emma hurried back to the changing area, picking up her bra along the way. As she started taking off her clothes again, she heard Jim call to her. “No panties either unless you’re wearing a thong.”
Emma wasn’t wearing a thong, so after she took off the sweater and jeans and pulled on the dress, she shimmied out of her panties before putting on the heels and draping the stole around her shoulders. The stole felt like real fur, and Emma lost herself in the feeling of it against her skin for a few seconds before she stepped back out of the changing area.
Once again Jim had her strike a few poses, playing with the stole as her had her bend this way or that. Jim had her hold a glass of red wine that matched the colour of her dress and pretend to drink from it, then finished with a few shots of her looking seductively over her shoulder.
“All right, that’s all for today,” he finally said. “Go get dressed.”
When Emma came back out wearing her own clothes, Jim was looking through some of the papers on his desk. “So, what did you think?” Emma asked.
“I think there are a few things that I can use you for,” Jim said. “Why don’t you come back on Sunday. I’ll have you model some winter wear for the Bay. It’ll take about two hours and pay $50.”
‘Holy crap,’ Emma thought. If she was working at a store or fast food, she’d be lucky to be making $5 an hour. $50 for two hours was amazing. “That sounds great!” She said. “What time should I be here? What should I wear?”
“Come by at 10. Doesn’t really matter what you wear, all the clothes you need will be here.” With that Jim dismissed her and went back to his work.
When Emma went back out to the front of the shop, the woman was still behind the counter. “How did it go?” She asked.
“Good! I’m coming back on Sunday for my first real shoot,” Emma said happily.
“See you then cutie,” the woman said with a wink.
Emma left in a great mood. She decided that she would go to Larry’s party the next night after all, Kevin be damned. She stopped in at the liquor store and grabbed a six pack of long necks that she could bring to celebrate.
Emma got home before her parents, and took her backpack and the beers up to her room, hiding the beer in her closet, before going back downstairs to start on her homework. When her parents got home with some pizza, their usual Friday routine, the grilled her about how it went, and were happy that she had gotten the job.
Later that evening, after dinner and when her parents had gone to their room to watch TV, Emma called up Amy. “I’ve decided to go to Larry’s after all,” she said. You’ll be there, right?”
“For sure. So, spill. Are you a big time model now? Are you leaving us for New York?”
Emma laughed and gave Amy all the details. They chatted for a bit, then Emma said good bye, promising to see Amy tomorrow and to share her celebration beers. Emma headed to bed, excited to a model and making some pretty good money too.
The next day Emma did some more homework and helped her mom do the grocery shopping for the week. In the afternoon she vegged out for a while, watching some reruns on TV and reading a cheesy fantasy novel. After dinner she went upstairs and packed a bag with a change of clothes with her beers hidden underneath the clothes, and said good by to her parents.
“Where are you going again?” Her dad asked.
“Going to see Ace Ventura with Amy,” Emma told him, repeating the cover story for heading to Larry’s party she had given them earlier in the day. “Going to sleep over at her house. I’ll be back in the morning to get ready for my job, don’t worry!”
“Haven’t you already seen that movie?” Her mom asked.
“Yes, but Amy hasn’t and it was really funny,” Emma said, giving them both a kiss on the cheek. “Got to go, Amy’s going to be here any minute to pick me up!”
As if on cue, there was the honk of a cars horn from out front. Emma went outside and got into Amy’s car, throwing her bag into the back seat, then wincing as she heard the bottle clink against each other. “Forgot I had but the beer in my bag,” she told Amy.
“Ditz,” Amy laughed. “They better not be broken!”
Emma looked back and didn’t see any beer leaking from her bag. “We’re good, I think.”
When they got to the party Emma opened a beer each for her and Amy, then put the rest in the fridge. There was a group of other kids from her high school hanging out in the living room, drinking and awkwardly dancing to the radio. Emma spotted Kevin out there, and decided to stay in the kitchen for a little while. She chatted with Rick who was in her bio class and obviously trying to pick her up, until Kristen arrived to rescue her.
“Shoo shoo,” Kristen said to Rick, “It’s girl talk time.” Rick pouted a bit, but he left them alone, wandering off to find another girl to pester. “Sooooooo,” Kristen asked, “how did it go?”
“It was great!” Emma gushed. “He had me try on a few different clothes, and I’m going back tomorrow for a real job! I’ll get paid $50!”
“Score!” Kristen said. “He wasn’t a creep was he?”
“Nah. I mean, I had to take off my underwear so the lines wouldn’t show up under some of the clothes, but its not like he was watching me get changed or take them off or anything.”
“Sounds like a perv,” Kristen laughed. “I’m totally jealous!”
The chatted for a bit, Emma finishing her beer and opening another as Kristen drank some wine coolers she had stolen from her step mom. Then Kristen spotted Jeremy, a tall awkward nerd that Emma didn’t understand the appeal of, and said, “Wish me luck!” before rushing off to talk to him.
There was no one left in the kitchen that Emma wanted to talk to, so she grabbed another beer to give to Amy, and went off to find her. She found her a few minutes later in the back yard, sharing a joint with a few other people. Emma handed her the beer and took a hit off the joint herself.
They hung out for a bit, shivering from the cold, until the joint ran out and they headed back inside. As they passed through the door, Emma grabbed Amy around the waist and whispered in her ear, “Want to go celebrate my new job?”
Amy giggled and looked around. “Think anyone will notice?”
Emma shrugged. “They’re either too drunk or too stupid to notice. Or both!”
“Where?”
“Larry’s sister’s room, same as last time. She’s off at university, and her door has a lock.”
Amy looked around one last time, then finished her beer. “Okay, but I need reinforcements,” she said, waggling the empty at Emma.
“See you there,” Emma said, giving Amy’s butt a quick squeeze before heading back to the kitchen. She grabbed her last two beers from the fridge and opened them, then went upstairs to Larry’s sister’s room. The handle was locked when she tried it, so Emma knocked twice. A second later Amy opened it, peeking around the door jam to make sure no-one was in the hall and watching.
Emma rolled her eyes and pushed her way into the room. Amy quickly shut the door behind her and locked it again. “Sooner or later someone is going to notice,” Amy pouted.
“Would you rather do this at your house?” Emma asked as she handed Amy her beer. “Where your mother, the Virgin Mary herself might walk in on us?”
Amy stuck her tongue out at Emma and looked like she was about to say something. Emma decided to cut her off, and stepped in and locked her lips to Amy’s open mouth, pushing her tongue inside. Amy forgot whatever she was going to say, and returned Emma’s kiss with a passion. When they finally broke from their kiss, Emma took a swig from her beer then put it and the empty down on the desk in the room and kicked off her shoes. Then she pulled off her shirt and tossed it to the side and unzipped her skirt. She looked at Amy who was staring at her and asked, “What are you waiting for?”
Amy put down her beer and started stripping as well. In under a minute they were both naked, and Emma grabbed Amy again, kissing her as she pushed Amy down onto the bed. Emma broke the kiss and moved her chest so that one of her nipples was at Amy’s lips. Amy obligingly opened her mouth and started to suck on it as Emma grabbed a handful of Amy’s tit and began squeezing and massaging it. Emma let Amy switch between her tits a few times, Amy’s tongue getting her nipples hard and wet. Emma kept playing with Amy’s tits as well, mauling the other girl’s small chest.
Finally Amy pulled her head back and gasped, “Finger me.”
“I’ve got a better idea,” Emma said with a wicked smile. She pulled Amy’s legs around so that they hung off the side of the bed and grabbed the empty long neck beer bottle. She knelt down between Amy’s legs, enjoying the sight of her hairy pussy spread open and wet. Emma bent her head down and started licking away, teasing Amy by licking from the bottom of her slit to the top but stopping short of her clit. The taste of Amy’s wet pussy flooded her mouth as she took her time. Amy got even wetter as she thrust her hips to try and get Emma’s mouth to connect with her clit. Emma pulled back, then began running the mouth of the empty beer bottle up and down Amy’s pussy.
Emma put her lips back on Amy’s clit, licking the little nub. At the same time she pushed the long neck into Amy’s pussy, slowly fucking the other girl. Amy began to grunt and moan along with the penetration, grabbing a pillow off the bed to cover her face and muffle the noise. Emma kept up her two pronged assault on Amy’s pussy, licking and sucking on her clit as she kept fucking her deeper with the bottle. Amy’s whines from beneath the pillow became louder and more insistent until she hooked her legs over Emma’s shoulders, pulling her in tighter. Amy bucked her hips against Emma’s face as she came.
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