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This is the final part of the story which has, so far, comprised of 15 short chapters prior to this final one, each one being released in turn as they have been edited.
Like many stories it could have been placed in a variety of genre’s; Loving Wives, Fetish, Novels lingerie, stockings, short skirts and tops, so I kept it all together rather than sort through my stuff looking for it each time.
Going back down the stairs I got to the door leading in to the studio and paused.
‘What if he expected me to do more than I wanted to?’
Deciding I would just wait and see what he said, I pushed the handle down and stepped into the room.
“Hi, I’m Stephanie. I understand you wanted to book me this evening?”
The figure opposite had his back towards me and turned around as I spoke.
“Hello Jessica, I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”
I stood frozen to the spot, staring at him in disbelief….
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“Ok, lean back against the wall, arms up above your head.”
I did as I was instructed and the lights flashed a couple of times, the camera’s shutter clicking in unison with them.
“Now let’s try from behind with you looking back over your shoulder at me.”
Moving again I held the pose the photographer wanted while he took three more pictures.
“Just a couple more.”
In fact, it was a lot more than two and nearly fifteen minutes went by before he suggested a break.
“That’s fantastic Jess. We’re about done with the underwear so let’s call it a morning.” Kelvin Thompson stood up from behind his camera and grinned, “We’ll carry on after lunch, if you’re up for it?”
“Sure, no problem.” I smiled back at him.
Using my arms to push myself up off the stool I had been sitting on I stretched, trying to ease the ache in my limbs and groaning softly with the effort.
Standing there in just my bra and panties, albeit rather unflattering ones in white cotton with a pretty flower pattern on them, I thought about the changes in my life. A lot had happened in the 6 months or so since I had walked into Peter’s studio to find a smirking Richard Danville waiting there for me.
For a start I was just coming to the end of my second trimester and being heavily pregnant meant that getting up and sitting down didn’t come as easily now as it had before.
“Great, we’ll restart at two with some of the other stuff.” Kelvin suggested and moved away to do something on his laptop in the other room, leaving me alone.
I had just started towards the bathroom, my need to regularly relieve the pressure on my bladder was another bane of my condition, when a familiar voice stopped me.
“You look absolutely perfect Jessica. I knew I was right getting you to model my new line.” Richard stepped into the room and hugged me, “I never thought clothing for an expectant mother could look quite so erotic.”
“Thanks.” hatay escort My cheeks coloured pink as, feeling a little embarrassed, I stood there in my underwear cradling my swollen belly, “I have to say that your maternity lingerie looks so much nicer than most of the stuff being sold in the shops at the moment.”
“It certainly does when you’re wearing it.” He looked me up and down, taking in the substantial expanse of my naked flesh on show.
“Enjoying the view Richard?” I asked raising an eyebrow questioningly.
“Oh, I always do, especially where you’re concerned.”
‘Creep.’
I thought but bit back the comment as I felt my face turn crimson.
“Is Kelvin about?” Not getting a response he changed the subject.
“He went next door, saying something about having things to do.”
“Thanks. I’ll probably stay for some of the afternoon if that’s ok with you?” He asked, turning away to go and join the photographer.
“Sure.” Picking up a bathrobe and slipping it on I replied, “It’s your shoot.”
My modesty restored I made a quick bathroom stop before heading towards the back of the room and the table that had the buffet lunch laid out on it.
“I think you’re really brave.” A soft voice whispered in my ear, startling me.
Pausing, my hand reaching across for a sandwich, I twisted around to find Kelvin’s assistant Madison standing up close behind me.
“What, for modelling maternity wear?” I chuckled.
“Well yes, if it was me I wouldn’t want to be photographed looking like a whale.”
“Thanks.
“Oh no, not that you do…. look like a whale that is….”
Watching her blush I laughed, “It’s ok Madison I know what you mean. This is my second time though. I did my first one a couple of months ago when I was only16 weeks gone and not nearly as big.”
“But I also meant…. for you know….. posing for…. that magazine….” She stopped and bit her lip, clearly hesitant to say anymore.
I glanced across at the open door where I could see Richard busy talking to Kelvin in the other room and then looked back to Madison.
“You mean posing for X-plicit? I thought everyone would have forgotten about that by now.”
“Well mostly they have but you’re still famous for it.” She snickered.
I blushed again.
“But that wasn’t exactly what I meant.” Madison continued, her voice dropping to a whisper, “I was referring to the other thing… next week.”
I felt my stomach lurch, “Richard…. He told you?”
She shook her head, “No, not really. I overheard him and Kelvin talking about it the other day.”
“Kelvin knows about it as well?”
“Err… he’s…. he’s been advising Richard on the lighting for it.”
“Oh, I didn’t know…”
Madison looked at me and continued without waiting for me to finish my sentence, “I mean modelling for X-plicit like you did before, that was one ığdır escort thing but doing it again…. now that you’re 6 months….”
Pausing I thought about the photoshoot that was scheduled for some time the next week. The idea of men wanting to see me posing naked, with my legs spread wide, while I was heavily pregnant seemed strange to me.
In fact, Richard Danville had paid little attention to me since my return and I had started to think I had done something to offend him. Then, as soon as I made my condition public knowledge, he suddenly took an interest in me again.
Persuading me to model for his new line in maternity wear I had done the first shoot when I was just 16 weeks and now, coming to the end of my second trimester, I was doing a second.
It was during the period between the two sessions that he had somehow convinced me to do another photoshoot for X-plicit.
At first I had refused; citing my pregnancy as a valid reason but he had persisted and eventually wore me down until I agreed, albeit a little reluctantly.
“Richard seems to think it will be well received, apparently seeing a woman in my condition is quite a turn on for a lot of guys.” I eventually said, “But if I’m being honest I’m not so sure.”
“It might be I guess. Your first set was very popular.”
I shrugged at her comment, “Do you think I’m crazy? To do it when I’m like this I mean.”
“No, not at all. You’re just incredibly brave to even think about it.” She bit her lower lip as if considering what else she was going to say.
Then after a moment, she added, “You’re not actually going to do it though, are you?”
I thought about her question for a second or two and wondered what she would say if she knew of some of the other things I had done. The idea of posing on the internet again definitely appealed to my exhibitionist side and left my pussy more than a little moist, but I still had my doubts about how it would be received.
“I’m still not…..”
“You can bet she is.”
We both looked round at my husband who had appeared next to us.
“Tom!” Squealing with delight I went up on my toes, wrapping my arms around his neck, to kiss him.
Madison blushed and stepped away, “I’ll leave you two alone.”
“I didn’t think you could make it?” I said to him as Kelvin’s assistant disappeared to join her boss and Richard.
“I wasn’t sure I could either.” He grinned and kissed me again, “And I haven’t got long but I can spare an hour to have lunch with my sexy wife.”
“Do you still think I’m sexy enough to pose for Richard’s online magazine looking like this?”
“I most certainly do and I’ll be watching when you do it.”
My smile told him how much I would appreciate him being there, “Will you… will you enjoy it?”
He chuckled, “Seeing my wife like that, on the internet, is the biggest turn on imaginable.”
I giggled, ısparta escort “Good, but if you’ve only got an hour we had better eat.”
Chuckling I went back to filling my plate with food and found myself remembering the moment, just a few months previously, when I had come face-to-face with my husband, after spending so much time apart from him, thinking I had lost everything.
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It had been a Tuesday evening and I had just come through the door, making my way up to my small flat when Peter had stopped me.
“You’ve got a booking Jess. He’s waiting for you.”
“What… no I… I can’t…. I need some notice.” Taken by surprise I had started to object.
“He says it has to be tonight. He’s even paid double.”
I had stared at him, stunned, “Double?”
Pete nodded, “Yeah, he’s waiting in the studio for you.”
It had been a busy day and I was tired but I was aware the cash I had won at the contest was gone.
An extra couple of hundred pounds for a session would more than help out with my bills and I tried to imagine what he might ask me to do if he was paying double for me. The answer had me worried and turned on at the same time.
Conflicting thoughts filtered through my mind but I finally made a decision, “Not tonight Pete, I’ve had a really long day.”
“He’s pretty adamant he wants you.”
“You don’t normally book me on the same day they come in.” I had tried one last feeble protest.
“Like I said he’s willing to pay extra so I thought you might do it, as you need the money.” He had shrugged.
The conversation had gone back and forth for a minute or two but I had known he was right. Even with my recent earnings I needed the cash so I had eventually acceded to the request.
Hurrying off to speak to the photographer he had left me to go up to my small bedsit to get ready.
I hadn’t been annoyed, just a little irritated. I had been looking forward to enjoying a quiet relaxing evening and now I would spend at least part of it naked with my legs wide apart.
Despite my exasperation I had felt the familiar tingle of arousal at the top of my thighs that I always got before a photo session.
I wasn’t going to go overboard so I had simply touched up my make-up and changed into something more suitable before picking up the bag of clothing I kept for my photoshoots.
Then going back down the stairs I had paused outside the studio, again caught in two minds over what I was going to do before I eventually pushed open the door.
“Hi, I’m Stephanie. I understand you wanted to book me this evening?”
The figure opposite had had his back towards me and turned around as I spoke.
“Hello Jessica, I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” Richard Danville smirked.
“For a moment I had been frozen to the spot unable to speak.
“How…. How did you….?” Stammering I tried to get control of myself.
“It wasn’t easy but there’s someone who wants to see you.”
“Tom.” I looked around in alarm for my husband.
“It’s ok he isn’t here.” He had smiled pompously, “I thought it best to come and see you first. See how things were so to speak.”
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