Chapters (59)
- KITTY NEALE
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Table of Contents
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- By the same author:
- About the Publisher
‘Right, now that’s done, you can put your handbag on that chair, leave your shoes over there too and then climb onto the bed.’
Mo followed his instructions and knelt on the bed. ‘How do you want me?’
Barry ascended halfway up the ladder and looked through the lens of his camera. ‘Perfect,’ he said, and Mo heard the noise of the shutter as he began taking photographs.
‘Now, lean back and stretch your legs out,’ Barry instructed. ‘Good girl, you look beautiful … turn to your side, bend one knee up and lift your skirt a little higher. You have fabulous legs, let’s show them off.’
Mo wriggled on the satin sheets into poses she thought Barry would like. She found she was really enjoying herself and wasn’t the least bit nervous.
‘Lovely, now I want you to loosen your blouse, undo a few buttons and show me those ample womanly charms of yours.’
Mo giggled, then undid her top three buttons before pushing her chest forward for maximum effect.
‘You are so good at this … my goodness, where have you been all my life? Wait … hang on … it’s no good, we’ll have to stop,’ Barry said, and descended the ladder looking disappointed.
‘Have I done something wrong?’ Mo asked worriedly.
‘No, darling, it’s not you, but your skirt is taking all the limelight. You’ll have to remove it.’
‘But … but …’ Mo said, unsure if she should reveal her underwear for the camera.
‘Now come on, don’t be coy. If you’re going to be a top model you will have to become accustomed to wearing very little. Models pose and show bathing suits on the catwalk, and that’s hardly any different to underwear.’
Mo felt a bit silly and wished she hadn’t shown Barry how inexperienced she was. She slipped her skirt off before resuming her position on the bed.
‘That’s so much better, my dear. Your legs are much prettier than that skirt.’
She soon regained her confidence, and watched with fascination as Barry adjusted the lighting and snapped away.
‘Right, undo your blouse and slip it off one shoulder.’
‘What, all the way down?’
‘Yes, of course,’ Barry replied.
As Barry sounded so matter-of-fact about it, Mo assumed this was what models normally did. She didn’t want to appear uncooperative or naïve again, so did as she was told, though she wasn’t totally happy about it.
‘That’s fantastic,’ Barry said. ‘I’ve got some fabulous pictures and you’ll be a star in no time, but now for the money shot. Remove your bra, but keep your back to me and peek over your shoulder. I want you to look deep into the lens and imagine that you’re looking at your lover. Be seductive, show him that you want him.’