Paige Turner sat up in bed feeling hopeful for the first time in over a
year. Stephanie Fuller had followed through with her promise to reward
Paige with new clothes for allowing Stephanie to be involved in her
immediate future and help her dig herself out of the hole she put herself
in.

She got up, showered and twisted her hair up on the top of her head and
held it twisted and folded over on itself in place with a Srcunchy. 

There, slung over the back of the chair lay her newest garment, one that
covered her whole body. She was thrilled and excited to put it on. Not
since she had arrived at Stephanie and Rod's house had she been able to
cover up completely, which was closer to what she was accustomed to doing. 

Although her former employees showered her with compliments of how she
looked the day before in a business meeting, Paige was still steadfast in
wanting to be appreciated for her mind and character instead. The new
blonde hair color Stephanie had put her in and her own indiscretion in a
desperate moment in a supermarket had put her down several notches in that
effort however.

She pulled the bodysuit on. It fit deliciously snug but stretched freely
and almost felt as if nothing were on after awhile. The lacy white hose for
the legs gave it the look of lingerie while the shiny, pink, nylon Lycra
leotard made the outfit look sort of athletic. 

She went downstairs in search of Stephanie. She was nowhere to be found so
Paige looked into the refrigerator for something to eat. She cooked herself
some bacon and eggs. Shortly after the smell had permeated the house,
Stephanie appeared.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Ah, I was fixing some breakfast."

"Okay, but it's rather presumptive of you to do so without an invitation,
don't you think?"

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"It's okay. You need your strength. We've got to keep 'the old moneymaker'
healthy."

"Thank you. I'll ask next time."

"How do you like that outfit? It looks really good on you, if I do say so
myself."

"It feels wonderful to wear around the house, but I noticed in the mirror
this morning that it is too revealing to wear outside the house."

"Well, I have been working on another surprise for you this morning and if
you clean up this kitchen and the laundry room spotless after your
breakfast I should be done with it and I'll show you."

Paige perked up and agreed. Stephanie went back upstairs and Paige cleaned
every visible surface in the kitchen and laundry room from top to bottom.
She didn't know she had been watched at the end until Stephanie said "Good
job," from the hall into the laundry room.

She walked in, did a finger test, a smell test, and turned to say, "Very
good. You deserve the surprise. I'll go get it."

"Should I follow you or should I stay here?"

"You can come."

Paige was eager to see what Stephanie had for her and chose to follow her
to what turned out to be Stephanie's sewing room at the end of the hall
upstairs. 

"Do you make a lot of your own clothes?" Paige asked.

"Yes, I do some. Maybe more now until I can get another job."

Paige felt a quick pang of guilt and then got excited when Stephanie asked
her to take off the body stocking. That meant that the surprise was
probably more clothing. What surprised her most was that Stephanie was also
removing her clothing.

Paige grew embarrassed, not for Stephanie seeing her naked, she had done
that many times in the last couple of days. She was growing embarrassed to
now be seeing Stephanie naked for the first time.

She thought she should turn away but she couldn't help but stare at the
beautiful creature without her clothes on. She had young athletic but
feminine features, with average to large perky breasts just right for her
shorter frame. Her bubble butt showed strong feminine confidence and her
neck exposed by her head leaning away looking at the item in her hands
needed a kiss. Paige grew alarmed by her thoughts and started to force
herself to look away as Stephanie started to redress herself to quell a
sudden strange urge to give Stephanie's more petite, sexy body a warm hug.

"There," Stephanie said turning around to face Paige, "what do you think?"

Paige looked at the yellow tube mini skirt and white stretch cotton tube
top and thought it looked typical for Stephanie and rather hot considering
having just seen what was under it.

"That's very nice. Is that something you made by yourself?"

"Yep. And I made one just like it for you."

"You what? I mean you did?"

"Sure. Here, try this on."

Stephanie handed Paige a matching yellow stretch tube mini skirt and
stretch cotton tube top to put on.

Paige was mixed about the outfit that did little to hide her physical
features. "Gee Stephanie, I don't know what to say."

"Do you like it?"

"I can't tell how it looks on me but it sure looks good on you." She
flattered.

"Isn't it great? I was thinking, how could I afford to clothe you when I
don't have a job, and it hit me. I could turn some of my things into two
things."

Paige was nodding, listening, and waiting for more or a question.

"Don't you see? I had a tube dress. I cut it up into two tube minis and two
tube tops. I turned one dress into two separates for me and two for you."

"Wow, that was clever." Paige said still wondering how she could get out of
wearing it.

"Then I tried the same thing on a couple of stretch tee shirts. I cut off
these bottoms here and now we each have a white tube top and a shorty tee,
and it didn't even cost me a cent to dress you."

"Well, that's good for both of us isn't it." Paige said as Stephanie handed
the two other items over to Paige. 

"Let's go put these in a bag to take them to the meeting and use them with
your other things for a mix and match modeling session."

Paige was trapped. She wouldn't want to be caught dead in such "hoochie"
clothes, as she would call them. But how could she refuse? Stephanie had
taken her in when no one else could or would. She had fed her, given her a
bed to sleep in, taken an interest in proactively helping her out of her
jam, and now she was showing genuine care and concern for her in the best
way that she could given the tightness of money.

"We've got about an hour, let's get you made up before we go."

There was a slight chill in the air when they stepped outside, so Stephanie
ducked back in to get a sweater for her and suggested Paige put on the
white Daisy Mae top to wear over to the meeting that she had made for her
the first day.

Paige was relieved for the second covering because her nipples always grew
hard, to her dismay, in temperature changes like that. Except for the
yellow micro tube mini skirt that would be teaching her new ways to sit,
stand, and walk, she felt more covered than she had in the last couple of
days.

Stephanie drove them to an abandoned warehouse district that was in the
process of regentrification with residential, commercial, and artist loft
spaces above galleries, jewelry boutiques, and fancy café's. They went to
the third floor, knocked, and were let in to Michael's mixed-use loft
space. Kathy, James, Ashley and Gail were already there and sitting in the
available chair and sofa, which left Michael, Stephanie, and Paige to grab
one of the only two oversized cushions left on the floor.

Stephanie motioned for Paige to use a cushion as she planned to stand and
conduct the meeting. Paige didn't know quite how to go from standing to
sitting wearing the micro mini and her heels. She ended up holding the
front of the skirt down while she knelt on one knee, then two knees, and
then over to the side on her hip. She found it uncomfortable and had to
figure out ways to shift her position modestly throughout the meeting.

"So Gail, do you want to review what we accomplished at the last meeting."

"Yes indeed." She said sitting up straighter and looking at her notes. "We
listed ideas we might need to research and try to learn how to help Ms.
Turner become a sought after model so she can pay us back for the money she
owes us."

"Good."

"Well, I'd say we accomplished getting a good start on the walk thing, the
turn part was okay I guess, and we improved Ms. Turner's confidence I'd
say." Gail continued.

"Yes she did look more comfortable and confident in the end. The more you
work on that Paige, the better your modeling will be. So what's left?"

"We have on the list things like, following directions, as James pointed
out, time is money and someone who can't follow direction will not be asked
back for future gigs."

James beamed.

"Kathy pointed out that sought after models have a certain attitude. You
mentioned that confidence would play a big part of that, but I think Kathy
was talking about a presence, like maybe being able to turn off thoughts
that might distract you or lower your confidence."

"Good point." Stephanie acknowledged while Kathy looked pleased with the
clarification.

"And then there was being comfortable in front of your audience."

"No, you said 'comfortable in front of the camera.'" James clarified.

"Well, I'm amending that to take in a broader sense. The camera is only one
possible audience."

"But maybe the most important." Michael added, since photography was
becoming a hobby for him.

"Okay, then that brings us to, check me Gail, to confidence, presence,
following directions, and being comfortable in front of an audience like
the camera."

"100%" Gail confirmed.

"How should we do that?" Stephanie threw out.

"No, wait. I see where this is going. I don't want anybody to take my
picture today." Paige said.

"We have a problem then. Ashley emailed me an ad from the Internet. Do you
have a copy of that? Good. It says: "Models Needed = Models in good shape,
like dancers, fitness models, bikini, and lingerie types, with a pretty
face please. Difficult "Prima Donnas", this is not for you. If you are a
person who enjoys working in front of the camera and has a creative spirit,
it will be a fun shoot." See? Right there they are looking for what we are
talking about. There is a gig ready for you when you are ready for them."

"But I'm not a dancer or fitness person."

"You look like you are in pretty good shape to me." James said.

"And I think you're pretty too." Michael said almost with regret as
everyone looked at him blush."

"I think we have solved the Prima Donna problem." Stephanie said. "So now
we need to work on enjoying being in front of a camera."

"But I don't like my picture being taken."

"That is why we are all here to help you." Stephanie said, and then
shifting gears, "If I were to give you five million dollars if you were to
let me take your picture, would you let me take it?"

"Of course."

"How about one million then?"

"Well sure."

"How about one dollar then."

"No."

"Okay. Your price is somewhere between one dollar and one million dollars."

Paige gulped.

"Now, the better you are at the elements of modeling, the more money you
can make and the more fun it will be for you." Stephanie said, but Paige
just looked down.

"Does anybody else have any ideas to help Paige right now?"

"I've always heard that if you do things that are more difficult than what
it is expected of you, then what you need to do seems easy." Ashley said.

"That seems about right. What were you thinking?"

"Well, we're an audience, right?" Ashley continued. "What would be the
things that would be the most difficult for us to do right here in front of
each other?"

"What, do you mean like losing at strip poker?" Kathy said.

"Exactly." Ashley said. "Or even a striptease."

"Well, I'd even have problems with going to a nude beach, if it were me."
Gail said.

"No." Stephanie said. "You guys have the whole wrong impression of what a
nude beach is like. You should all go there and do it. It worked wonders
for me." Stephanie assured them.

"I think I could maybe try it if there was nobody there that I knew." Kathy
disclosed.

"How about just me. I'll take you there and you can see what it is like."
Stephanie offered.

"Okay. Well maybe, but just maybe though."

"What about wearing a wet tee shirt?" James said causing Paige to cross her
arms across her chest, which was difficult for her since she pretty much
needed one arm to support herself in her current seated position.

Michael laughed. "So you would find it a stretch to wear a wet tee shirt in
front of us?"

"No, I was picturing these lovely ladies wearing wet tee shirts." He said
regretting going that way with it except the "lovely" part hoping for some
redemption. Ashley playfully hit him with the back of her hand on his upper
arm. "Com'on." He said at further risk. "I'd bet that if we were all at
Mardi Gras in New Orleans, that you would all end up flashing your boobs
for a lousy string of beads."

"I've got a string of beads." Michael said playfully.

"No, really. The ones that flash their boobs just don't do it once; they
are wearing a whole bunch of beads, but there had to be that first time. It
must have gotten easier to do each time they did it."

"Okay. You guys, what would be difficult for you to do in front of us right
here?" Stephanie asked the two young men.

"To be honest," James said. "it would be to jerk off in front of all of
you."

"Ooooo gross." Ashley said.

"I think he'd rather like that." Kathy accused making James smile.

"I think the hardest thing for me to do would be to hold poses completely
naked in a room full of clothed people staring at me like for a drawing
class or something."

"Hardest?" James said bursting out laughing until Ashley hit him again.

"Be serious." Ashley said. "We need to help Ms. Turner figure out ways to
be more comfortable with her body in front of an audience."

"What if the audience were just a camera?" Michael offered.  "No
photographer, no film, just the camera, but with all the flashes and
things.

"Paige, what do you think?" Stephanie asked

"I don't know."

"Michael, why don't you show her what you mean."

Michael led Paige behind a large white sheet that was actually several
large sheets sewn together, hanging down from the ceiling creating a
private studio space behind it. There was a padded bench in front of
another plain backdrop facing camera equipment on a tripod. There were
different kinds of lights and a coat tree just off to the side.

"What are all the wires coming and going from the camera?" Paige asked.

"They control the lights and things. Now I can add this cord here like
this, and you can hold this handle on the end and every time you push this
button, (FLASH), see?"

"How's it going?" Stephanie asked while coming around the partition with
Paige's bag of clothes and some of the clothes the others brought.

"Just fine. I've shown her the camera, the lights, that coat rack is where
you can hang changes of clothes. Oh, and the flashes could go off randomly
especially if you take too long to push this button to release charges that
build up in the capacitors."

"Sounds mighty fancy Michael. I didn't know you were so into this stuff."

"Well, I've always been told, if you are serious about something, get the
best equipment you can afford."

"Probably the salesmen you've been talking to." Stephanie said under her
breath.

"Ah what?"

"Nothing. So Paige, why don't we start with just you controlling the camera
alone back here by yourself. Then we can try it with a photographer, and
then we can try it with real film and so on. Are you willing to give that a
try?"

"I'll try the first part if you promise me there is no film in there."

"I promise. I swear to God there is no film in the cameras" Michael said.
"Now when you want to experience the camera, you just push this button."

"I got that."

"Okay then, when you've tried on all of the different wardrobe items and
their possible combinations, it should give you plenty of time to feel more
comfortable with just the camera, don't you think?" Stephanie asked.

"I suppose."

Paige stood in front of the camera and tested the button for herself.
FLASH, FLASH, � FLASH. Then she started to think of some poses. FLASH,
FLASH, �

"Call out loudly if you need anything, we are going to put on some music or
something and relax out here." Kathy called to her.

"Okay." Paige yelled back then undid the Velcro tab and posed a cheesecake
pose looking over a bare shoulder back at the camera. Then again sticking
out her tongue.

She took off the Daisy Mae top and posed right and left, sticking her rear
out and her hands on her knees then she started to fantasize. ^What if I
were at Mardi Gras?^ 

She dropped the remote shutter release button and snuck up to the edge of
the curtain and peeked around. She counted the members of the group and
found them all watching the television. Stephanie looked up, caught her
eye, smiled, and waved. Paige gave her a sheepish smile and lame confirming
wave back and then hurried back to her position in front of the cameras.

The first thing she did was pull up her tube top to earn some imaginary
beads. ^How do those women have the courage to do this in front of people?^
She wondered. FLASH ^That's a hair trigger on that button.^ She thought.

Then she imagined she was in a bar and took a picture of herself with her
hands on the sides of her face wide eyed and with a wide open mouth as if
someone in the bar had just pulled her top down. Then with the top and the
mini down to her knees FLASH, FLASH ^Strange,^ she thought ^ only pushed it
once.^

She tried similar fantasies with each outfit. She imagined strolling
deserted beaches in just the thong, then with a crowd of people admiring
her stroll past them in the sand. FLASH, FLASH

She tried dancing and taking sequential shots of herself stripping. She
tried naked shots of her breasts holding them together, holding them apart,
sucking on a nipple, and every diversion she could think of in a wild
reckless abandon of her phobia for having her breasts exposed for people to
see.

She tried on every item provided her. She tried to make each sequence of
poses more risqué than the previous one, and she started to get so hot that
she did full frontal nude poses on and around the bench imagining she were
a centerfold and every man in the country would be wanking off to her
image. 

Finally, she couldn't handle the freedom to explore the dark recesses of
her sexual fantasies any longer and started to masturbate outright, daring
herself to keep on doing it while she set off the flashes one after
another.

Then just as she was arching her back, with her body convulsing, and eking
out the last few strokes, Stephanie called through the screen, "How's it
cumming?"

"I'm just about there." Paige hissed back loudly, and exploded in a much
needed orgasmic release. She was so exhausted and taken by the experience
that she barely noticed the flashes continuing on their own accord.

She only luxuriated for a few minutes realizing that someone might come
around and check on her, so she quickly slipped the yellow micro mini and
white tube top back on and took some final straight shots as her body
continued to calm down for her.

Stephanie announced she was coming and peeked in. Paige smiled and put down
the remote cable, turning away to pick up some clothes and avoid Stephanie
seeing her blush.

"Are you ready yet for someone to stand by the camera, still without film
in it, of course? Maybe just suggesting poses or wardrobe choices?"

"No, I think I've taken one too many flashes in my eyes for one day. Could
we make it another day?"

"That is probably wise. I think there are a certain amount of things you
have to kind of get in shape for in doing professional modeling. I'll just
tell everyone we're heading home and that we need to continue with it
later."

"Okay, thank you."

Rod came into what seemed like an empty house from work. "Honey, I'm home."
He called out.

"Be right there." He heard his wife call from upstairs.

He fixed himself a drink and sat down at the kitchen table to unwind form
his hectic day for a moment. Then in walked Paige being gently pushed by a
proud Stephanie. Rod's eyes bugged out seeing both his wife and the six
inch taller Paige in matching, revealing outfits.

Stephanie positioned Paige and stood beside her with her hand up on her
shoulder. "Well Honey, what do you think?"

"I've only had a couple of sips of this drink but I'm already seeing
double."

Paige relaxed slightly with the humor and Stephanie proceeded to ask,
"Would you take our picture?"

"Sure, I'd be happy to." He said looking at the bashful Paige up and down
and Stephanie left the room to get the camera. "So Stephanie is pretty
resourceful at making clothes. I think I recognize that skirt as being part
of a dress I gave her on a trip a couple of years ago."

"I'm sorry I've caused her to do this to your gift."

"On the contrary, it looks twice as good now as it used to."

"Here you go Honey." Stephanie said handing Rod the camera. "Where can we
get us both completely in the picture?" 

"Let's go to the living room."

"Right here?" Stephanie said standing with her arm around Paige's waist in
front of the opening to the hallway.

"Paige, smile like Stephanie." Rod instructed. "I think we are going for
the 'twin' look here."

Paige forced a smile FLASH. 

"How about from the side." Stephanie said turning Paige to her left and
putting her hands up on Paige's shoulders.

"Look at the camera Paige. And smile." Rod directed, FLASH

Then Stephanie wanted a playful shot of them sticking out their yellow mini
skirted rears at the camera. It was accomplished with the reluctant
cooperation of Paige. FLASH

"One more." Stephanie said and wrapped her arms around Paige in a half open
hug, her head resting on top of Paige's breast. 

Paige reflexively put her arms around Stephanie and with a devilish smile
on Stephanie and deep red blush on Paige, Rod snapped off the last shot,
FLASH.

"There," Stephanie said to Paige. "That didn't hurt did it?"

"No." Paige said. ^It was kind of a thrill.^ She thought.

At dinner, Stephanie tried to keep an arm on the table to block Rod's view
of the side of her left breast in the stretch cotton tube top. 

During the meal Rod interrupted his eating and reached into his briefcase.
"Oh Honey, I got what you all were asking for, a models release form."

Stephanie took it and quickly scanned it. "Thank you Sweetie."

She took it with her, reading out loud some of the wording while she went
to retrieve a pen. 

Paige listened to parts that read that she would be willingly giving up all
rights to her name and images in connection with modeling etc., etc., etc.

Rod said that it was standard boilerplate models release form and that if
Paige had any questions that he would be happy to answer them for her.

Paige's mind was growing dizzy as Stephanie handed her the form. Paige made
an effort to look like she was reading it carefully, but in fact she barely
registered a word of what she saw. Then Stephanie handed her the pen.
Stephanie looked at Rod, who was now eating again, looked down at the side
of her plate for a moment and signed the document.

A wave of panic swept her from head to toe as she handed it to Stephanie. 

Shortly after cleaning up the kitchen, Paige went upstairs to her room, lay
down on the bed and fielded the thoughts washing over her in rapid
succession like arrows heading at her and just missing. Eventually they
were replaced with the memories of the cathartic personal, private photo
session she had earlier. She pulled up her tube top to play with her
breasts and fingered herself to sleep with thoughts of public exposure both
accidental and on purpose.

In the bedroom, Stephanie asked Rod about his day while they were getting
ready for bed. She was anxious to tell him about hers, and he sensed he
would be excited to hear about hers too. 

By the time they were ready for bed he was asking her about her day with
Paige.

"Well if I tell you," she said in a naughty little girl's voice gliding her
index finger down his chest, "You might get mad at me."

"Is it so bad that I'm going to need the big stick?"

"I'm afraid so."

"Then, assume the position." He said getting a boner as his wife crawled
onto the bed waiting for him on her hands and knees.  "Now confess your
sins and set yourself free." 

"Tell me everything." He said diddling her twat. 

"Don't leave anything out." He said tweaking her nipples with his other
hand.

"It had better be the whole truth and nothing but the truth or so help me
�" He said getting his cock ready at her love tunnel.

"I did a very bad thing." She said and he plunged his cock in.

"Oooo unh. We got Paige to take pictures of herself."

"What's so bad about that?" He said continuing a slow and steady in and out
plunging of her nether recesses.

"Unh, unh, we tricked her into doing it."

Slap! Rod stopped long enough to sting her butt cheek with his hand. "Now
that was naughty. Go on."

"Unh, unh, We told her that there was no film in the camera."

"Were you lying?"

"Unh. No. Unh, we had her use a digital camera."

Slap! Slap! Rod stung one cheek and then the other. "Now that was naughty."

"Unh, unh, ooo, unh, we watched her on a video feed and took pictures when
we wanted to with a remote cable. Unh. Unh."

"That was naughty but what makes it so bad?" He asked slowly increasing his
pace.

"Unh, unh, unh, she did naughty things by herself in front of the camera."

"That still doesn't sound that bad if she did them on her own."

"Well, unh, oooo, ah, we kind of planted the ideas in her head ahead of
time."

"Ooooo bad." Slap! "Very bad." Slap! On the other one. "Well, I'm just
going to have to use the stick to teach you a lesson." He said and started
to fuck his wife for all they were worth.

Stephanie went down to her elbows and forearms. She put her forehead on her
hands and widened her knees. "Unh, unh, oooo, I'm so naughty. Give it to me
good."

Rod alternately gave her love stings on her butt cheeks and affectionate
tweaks on her nipples until Stephanie exploded into a dizzying climax and
pleaded with him to stop, but he kept on going until he emptied his pent up
excitement and she had helplessly cum again.

"That should teach you a lesson." He said falling back from her and
luxuriating on his back. 

Stephanie crawled up to him and rested an arm and her chin on his chest.
"I'll be good from now on."

"I should hope so, Missy, or there is a lot more where that came from
waiting for you."

Then in a more serious tone, "Do you think we will have any problems?"

"You have a blanket models release form, the pictures were, for all intents
and purposes, appear to be  taken by herself, right, and she owes you all
some money. I'd think that if you only use them to recoup what is owed you,
then you'd probably be in the clear."

"But we're not done with my living doll yet."

"What do you mean?"

"I think we are owed some interest."