Thursday, October 12, 2017

Posing Part 7

I was stuck in the production studio for hours dealing with some faulty equipment while trying to cut a 30 second spot that normally would take a half an hour to knock out.  Earlier Kendra had called me on the request line during my air-shift wondering if I'd heard anything from the magazine, she was certain we should have heard something already.  She was nervous about the whole thing and I was blaming myself for her anxiety.  After all, I was the one that probably gummed up the works by changing the terms on her entry form.  Then, to make things worse, on my drive home there was a wreck that tied up traffic.  By the time I unlocked my apartment door I was in a foul mood.

As I got a beer from the fridge the phone rang.  I was known to let a phone ring until it stopped if I wasn't in the mood to talk.  I didn't own one of those new answering machines.  Why did people think you had to answer phone calls anyway?  Spend money on a machine that answered calls when you're gone? Crazy!  If it's important they'll call back.   But, it crossed my mind that the magazine had my phone as Kendra's contact number, so I picked it up.

Me: Hello.
Female Caller: Hello, may I speak to Kendra ______, please.
Me:  Kendra's not here right now, may I take a message.
FC:  Do you expect her in soon?
Me:  Well, that's hard to say, I just got home myself.

pause...

FC:  Do you mind if I ask who you are?
Me:  Normally I would mind, yes, but since the call is for Kendra...

I told her my name and, as she recognized that I was the photographer, she then identified herself as the assistant photo editor at the magazine.  She claimed that she'd been calling the number all afternoon. We continued our conversation.

FC:  I've learned to be careful... sometimes moms, dads, husbands, or boyfriends answer the number we're given and, well, often they aren't exactly up to speed on... everything.
Me: I can see that.  Kendra is actually on her way to a class right now so...
FC:  Well, you took the photographs, did you also help her with the entry form?
Me: Um, yes, we worked together on everything you received.
FC:  Ah, I see, well... here's the problem I  have.  I loved Kendra's portfolio and showed the prints and slides to my boss-- who also thought quite highly of them-- before I noticed that she had not signed our release.  So, now I'm in a jam-- we have photos of a potential G.N.D.O.T.Y. and no release.  If you and Kendra don't help me out...
Me:  OK, I get it.  But, even if I wanted to help you I can't... I mean, we're very close, Kendra and me, but I don't speak for her.
FC: Of course.
Me: And, besides, I think it really would be better if you had only one-time rights to use her photos and no more-- at least without further payment.
FC:  We've never done that. We've never done a special deal like that for this feature, at least not that I know of.

Me:  Look, I think Kendra would love to be in your magazine, but she doesn't want to be taken advantage of, you know.  May I ask you something?
FC:  Yes, Mr. Wilson, of course, we're having a friendly conversation. Ask away.
Me: Have you ever had a better example of Girl Next Door beauty than Kendra?
FC: We get lots of submissions from women every week.  Many are quite lovely.
Me: I'm sure, but have you ever gotten a set of pictures better than hers?
FC:  I believe that... over the years... we've probably had some that were better.
Me: So, Kendra is in the top two or three all-time for the magazine and she hasn't even had a professional photographer work with her yet.  Just imagine what her layout will look like when she knows how to pose and the photo equipment and processing is first rate.
FC: Well, you did a nice job with the photos you sent, but yes, I'm sure we could do an amazing layout with Kendra.  But I didn't say she was top two or three all-time-- exactly.  I won't run her down, Mr. Wilson, just to argue a point with you. Let's just say she has tremendous potential.
Me: I know you didn't say 'top two or three', I did, but you don't really disagree with me.  Why don't I have Kendra call you tomorrow.  You sound like a very nice woman and I'm sure she'll be happy to have a friendly conversation with you.  Maybe something can be worked out.  In any event I'm glad you think so highly of her potential.

The assistant photo editor told me the best times for Kendra to reach her at the office.  And then, just as we were hanging up, she asked if it would be possible for Kendra to call her at home tonight.  I knew she was coming over after school so I said that it was possible but it would be after 10 PM.  She gave me her home number and said she'd wait up for the call.  And then she said, very casually, that if Kendra didn't reach her tonight she should try that home number tomorrow evening or over the weekend.

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"Look, Kendra, they're obviously eager to use your photos," I said after telling her the situation.  She had arrived at my place at 9:40 PM.  She couldn't believe that she was supposed to call the magazine woman at home so late.
"So, what do I say to her when she just wants me to sign their regular release?"
"Tell her that you can't.  It wouldn't be right to let them pay you once and use your pictures for the rest of time," I said, "that's what we agreed to, right?"
"Oh, garrhhh, can't you talk to her?"
"I'll be right here, sweetheart."
I punched in the number for Kendra on the desk phone in my bedroom.  There was no extension in the apartment for me to listen in on.  "I think I'm gonna hurl," she said.
I put my left hand lightly on her back just above the waist.  "Kendra, you can't lose.  Everything will be fine," I said softly.  I could hear a woman's voice say hello but I could only make out Kendra's side of the conversation clearly.

-"Hello, this is Kendra ____ I'm calling... 
-yes ma'am... 
-Thank you, I appreciate the kind words... 
-no, ma'am, never before...
-no, (she laughed slightly) I swear, never...
-very nervous, yes ma'am, I mean Carol...

Kendra had a slight accent indicative of the part of the South where she was born and raised but it wasn't nearly as pronounced as many others native to the area.  It struck me that as she spoke to the magazine woman from up North her accent became far more noticeable.  I was bemused by what she was doing, putting on some Southern Belle charm.

-Oh yes, I went through a lot of, um, indecision before we did the pictures, it seemed pretty crazy honestly, but after I saw how they turned out I figured I should just send them in and  go for it. You're only young once, I guess. And, I enjoyed the posing part more than I thought I would...
-Thank you, that's very kind... 
-yeah, I guess we didn't fill that part in...
-well, I guess 'cause the truth might sound kinda braggy...
-um, well, I sent the pictures because first of all I think people would enjoy seeing them, and I think I was a good example of the girl next door. See, like I said, that sounds awful braggy. But I don't really think I'm anything special, Wil made me look nice...
-Oh! well, yeah, I guess I imagined that some-- but if it looks that way I was just thnking about the photographer not a bigger audience...
-well, men mostly, I suppose...
-yes, all my life-- my accent's much less than lots of others around where I live...
-oh, thank you, well it's a very small town, not even a couple thousand people...
-I know it's a lot different where you are, Carol.  I'm in the biggest city around here right now, at     Wil's  place, it's what we think of as a big city anyway, but I know it's small compared to...
-yes...
-yes...
-Really?  
-No! Seriously?  
-Ma'am, You're kidding me, right?... 
-no, I'm sorry, I don't know who that is but Wil might...
-But what about your boss, Carol.  Wil said you told him he liked the photos too?
-Oh my goodness!  Really?  Oh, my gosh!
-Yeah, Wil's right here... 

She asked me to get her a pad and pen.  She wrote down a name and address that the woman on the phone gave her.

-OK, I have it...
-Yes, at this phone number, nowhere else...
-Right, this address too, right...
-Um, okay, uh, I'm kind of stunned... thank you ma'a, I mean Carol...
-Right, this same number we just called, OK we won't call any other number or do anything unless we talk to you first...
-Thank you, Bye"

Kendra hung up and plopped down in the chair at my desk. She just stared straight ahead.

"What happened, sweetheart, I couldn't hear any of her side of that."
"Well, Carol, that's her name, is sending the package back to us," Kendra said.
"Why?  What about her boss, they both liked the photos, at least that's what she told me.  Is it because I asked for too much.  I'm sorry if I screwed this all up for you..."

Kendra waved me off. 
"No. Get this. Carol's the only one there that even saw the photos!  She never showed them to anybody.  She took them home as soon as she got them. See, she's leaving the magazine and starting at another place in a few weeks.  The people where we sent the package-- they don't even know she's leaving them yet.  So, she wants us to submit the pictures in about a month to her new employer where she'll be in a similar job.  We're just supposed to wait until she gives the go ahead to send them again-- she can't just take them with her they need to have been sent by us to the new magazine so nobody can say she stole them from the old employer."

"Wow!  I guess that makes sense to her, but, wow!  So is this like a new magazine that somebody's starting? What's the deal?  I don't get it," I said.

Kendra looked at me.  "Carol is going to work at Penthouse.  She says she thinks I'll be a Pet of the Month next year... if I submit my pictures..."
"Holy hell, Kendra!  That's wild.  Crazy."  It started to sink in and I was nearly speechless.  We were both quiet for a while.
"You told her that I might know who she was talking about at one point, what was that about?"
"Oh, she said something about doing a professional layout right away but I'd have to send the pictures first so she could show them to Bob somebody or other.  Then she said she thought this 'Bob' guy would want to shoot me personally.  I didn't know who she was talking about but I guess I was supposed to be thrilled."

A chill ran through my body.  The idea of that guy pawing my girl made me see red.  Not just him but any sleazy guy having sweet Kendra move her leg just a bit so he can get a better shot of her pussy.  Dammit why did we go down this road in the first place?  It was just supposed to be a fun little adventure that we could have together and now it was turning into a major nightmare-- all because she might be too  successful!  I was torn in half by this news. 

I couldn't forbid Kendra from sending the pictures to Carol, if she really wanted to try to be a Penthouse Pet I wouldn't stop her.  But I couldn't help thinking that the clock had just started ticking towards an alarm ringing, signaling the end of us.  And, that I did not want.  I realized right then how much Kendra meant to me.  My head was spinning as she put her arms out for me to hold her.

"Wil, didn't you say there are millions of people who see that magazine?"
"Many millions, and the first thing all of them do is check out the centerfold, the Pet of the month," I said.
"That's silly, I'm not cut out for that!  I'm not in that scene.  I thought that, maybe, I would get $35 for a photo of me in a magazine with an alias and a goofy bio thingy that only a few people would see, none of them would know it was me.  We could look  at it and laugh,  Now she's talking about something from another world.  Millions of readers! That's crazy!"

"Well, it might be crazy, but you are definitely good enough.  Don't have any doubt about that!  If you don't believe me, believe Carol.  She took a risk to keep you out of one small magazine and in a major one-- she thought, no doubt, that you'd be happy.  If she didn't think, like me, that you have what it takes she wouldn't be doing this."

Now I heard myself talking her into posing for Penthouse! What the hell!  Talking her into hanging out with rich celebrities... and, ultimately, dumping me for an actor, rock star or some other asshole. Was I losing my mind?

Still, I was determined that it had to be her decision.  And, she needed all of the pros and cons.  After all with that exposure came money and the opportunity for even more money.

"Kendra, it's too late to think this through and we have a few weeks anyway so let's not kick it around now, OK"

"But Wil, there's nothing to think about.  I can't do that!  That other thing, the little magazine, we could keep that secret, I figured anyway, but this!  No I can't do that," Kendra said, "Mom and daddy would freak out.  All of daddy's buddies seein' it, givin' him the elbow, half of them lech on me already when they're over to the house.  No way!  I mean, you did a great job with the pictures but once we get everything back from her, that's it!"

"OK," I said.  She was really worked up.


"I just can't imagine thinking everybody I run into has seen me stark naked, Wil.  You know I'm not a prude. But this isn't like wearing my little bikini at Myrtle Beach!  I mean, gee, knowing that half the guys you see on the street have stared at photos of your cooch?! There's no hiding behind an alias... there's lots of pictures of your face and... "

"Well, if that's the way you feel about it, that's that."

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The package arrived from Carol about ten days later.  I opened it and everything we sent was in there.  I put all of the slides we shot in a box, taped it shut, and put it on a shelf in the bedroom closet.  A few days later Carol called in the evening.  Kendra called her back.  Over the next week Kendra talked to Carol three times.  She never wavered, she was always polite, always calm, but the answer was always "no."

A week went by without hearing from Carol.  Then one evening she called when I was home alone.
Carol:  I'm not asking for her to call me again, Wil.  I want to talk to you about this.
Me:  OK.
Carol:  Does she know how big this is, how lucrative it could be for her?
Me:  You have to understand.  She only did the pictures because she got a little thrill from it but she knew that in your old magazine she probably wouldn't be found out.  That's why it's a "no" Carol.  Penthouse is too successful. When you argue about how big a deal it is you're actually convincing her that "no" is the right answer.
Carol:  God, Wil, she's fucking adorable!  We're getting deeper into film production, all sorts of things, I could see her, with that cute accent, playing in movies.  You know, not just eye candy but small speaking roles.  You see that, right?
Me:  Carol, to me, the sky is the limit for Kendra.  But, that's not what drives her.
Carol:  OK, just level with me, you're not holding her back because she might get away from you.
Me:  No, but that's a legit question.  Really, I just let her talk through it.  I can tell you, she hasn't moved a bit on it.
Carol:  OK, will you do one last thing for me?  We had a girl in an issue in '77 who will be Pet of the Year in the January '79 issue.  She's the same "type" as Kendra, killer bod, blonde, gorgeous.  But I think Kendra's even better than Cheryl.  If I send you a copy of the January issue when it's ready will you share it with your stunning, charming, thoroughly adorable girlfriend?
Me:  Sure.
Carol:  Just tell her that she could be... well, you say success isn't important to her... but tell her that could be her times two, ok?
Me:  I'll do that for you Carol.  You've been very kind to her and I know she likes you.  I'll show the magazine to her and tell her what you said.
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In December I got the magazine from Carol.  Kendra looked at it and said, "Wow!  She's really pretty.  Look at her."
I relayed to her Carol's message.
Kendra laughed, "She's nuts.  I mean, I like her, but that Yankee girl is crazy!"




Kendra never appeared nude in a magazine.  Well, at least not yet.  Is there a MILF/GILF Next Door Contest?

By the way, I'm informed that the classy magazine referred to above now shows humans engaged in sexual acts.  Don't be alarmed, it was a more innocent time back in the 70s.  Back then the magazine only showed beautiful women naked.




Don't assume that any of the photos are of Kendra.  They are just here as illustrations.






Monday, October 9, 2017

Posing Part 6

There was a small screened-in balcony on the back of my apartment.  The space was just big enough for two cheap folding lawn chairs and a small square white plastic table-- furnishings from K-Mart.  Walking out onto the balcony there was a great view of the dumpster below but if you pushed the lawn chairs back against the wall and sat down all you could see was clear blue sky and the tops of pine trees.  Kendra and I sat out there with drinks and pretzels that Saturday afternoon.  I had the entry form from the magazine and a pen.  I used the copy of Gallery balanced on my knee as a writing desk.

Some of it was simple-- Kendra had already come up with her alias and we were using my address and phone for her contact information.  We got all of that and her vital statistics filled in. "OK, that's the easy stuff," I said, "The rest is less concrete."
"Why do they want all that info anyway?"
"Well, dear, when you win, somebody has to write up some junk about you so they need background.  You know, 'she loves walking in the rain, romantic meals at McDonald's, nooners, and her favorite TV show is Josie and the Pussycats...'"
"I loved that show!  I always pretended I was Melody when we'd sing along!"
"You scare me sometimes, K-girl. I mean, you realize she was a drawing, right?"
Kendra threw a pretzel at me.

"First one: Favorite band/ singer / musician?"
Kendra pondered a bit.  "Eric Clapton or Van Morrison I think."
"Both good. Pick one."
"Van."
"Favorite movie?"
"Nothing we've seen lately was all that great.  I don't know, Close Encounters was pretty cool."
"OK.  Favorite song?"
"Everything is disco now. Hmmm. Can it be an oldie?  How about Melissa by the Allmans, I love that song."

We went through all of the favorite this and that and then it was time for the part Kendra had called 'naughty.'"  "OK, for the rest of these, let's come up with clever answers and not anything real," I said, "Like this one, 'where's the strangest place you've had sex?'"
"Yeah, I don't want to answer any of those!"
"Well, I don't want you to either since, like that one for instance, it probably wasn't somewhere with me," I said.
She threw another pretzel at me.
"So, this one about strangest place you've had sex, let's put Canada," I said.
"I've never been to Canada!"
I stared at her.
"No. I get it.  It's funny.  OK, go with that.  Or maybe West Virginia," she said.

"Describe your ideal romantic evening," I said.
"Oh gosh, I don't know...  arrgghhhh, this is tough.  How about, every night with you, darling!"
"Be serious," I said, "And, by the way, the guys admiring your pictures don't want to hear about your boyfriend, they want your romantic evening to be something they could imagine being a part of."
She thought for a few moments and then said,  "OK, a candlelight dinner with my favorite lover in a great restaurant overlooking the ocean.. followed by making love on the sand just below the restaurant windows... not knowing or caring if the people up there can see us and hear us... and not caring if the waves crash against us as we reach incredible brain-numbing orgasms at the exact same time."
I stared at her.  Again.
"Kendra, either you have a great imagination or you just told me something I didn't want to know about your past."  The last word wasn't out of my mouth when a handful of pretzels flew at me.
"How about I just put down, 'a candlelight dinner with my boyfriend at an oceanside restaurant."
"Fine!" Kendra said, pretending to be miffed.  I was pretty sure she was pretending.  Maybe.

"What famous person do you fantasize about?"
"Gawd, I don't know.  Are you famous?"
"Cute.  We can leave it blank."
"Sonny Jurgensen," she said.
"The fat, old retired Redskins' quarterback? Now you're just being silly."
"Put it down, Wil.  I loved Sonny when I was, ya know, first getting interested in boys."
"I don't want to know any more about it," I said.

"Last question, favorite position?"
"Does it say sexual position?"
"It says, 'what is your favorite position?'"
"Right fielder!"
"Excellent," I said.
"No wait.  Tight end!"
"I don't know, maybe that's too obvious."
"What position did you play in baseball?"
"Several but my favorite was first base."
"Put that down, First Baseman," Kendra said, "Plus, isn't 'getting to first base' when you feel up a girl?  Yeah, First Baseman.  Perfect."
"At least this time I know the real answer," I said.
Kendra grinned.

"OK, that's it.  The only thing left is to sign it, but I don't think you should, necessarily," I said.
"Why?  I have to sign the release for them to consider the photos, right?"
"Yeah, but it's like signing a contract and the terms are all in their favor."
"Well, it's $35 if they use a picture, $500 if they pick you as the best of the month, and $5,000 if the readers vote you best of the year, right?" *
"Right, but I'm talking about other terms, like about the use of the photographs.  The way it reads you basically sign away your rights to the photos you send.  Not only can't you submit them anywhere else, which is fair enough, but they have unlimited use of them.  So, let's say you win Girl Next Door for January.  They pay you $500 plus the $35 but they retain the rights to your photos to use again in this magazine or any other magazine they own.  And if they sell the company the new owners have the rights to your photos-- forever.  At least that's the way it reads to me."

"So, basically, I would get a one-time modeling payment and they own the images and can do anything with them?"
"Yeah, which might not be a big deal but, I'm sure you're good enough that you could get a better deal from a classier publication.  I mean, for all I know these guys own a magazine called, I don't know, 'D Cup Dolls' and they run a spread in there of all your photos without paying you another dime."
"Yeah, that would stink," Kendra said, "What do we do now?  Just skip it? Why did we fill out all the questions?"
"Well, I suggest we line out the part we don't like on the form and add a separate page of new language.  You sign that page but not the form."
Kendra thought about it.
"If you think that's the thing to do, Wil, I'll do it."
"But, what if I wasn't here, would you just send the pictures in and sign the release?"
"Doesn't matter," Kendra said, "'Cause we're a team on this crazy thing."

I wrote out my revisions to the entry form.  Typed it up and lined out the text on the form that we didn't like.  Kendra signed.  We decided on 12 photos to send and we packaged everything up without sealing it.  On Monday afternoon I went down to see Dave. I gave him the 12 slides and he had the lab make inter-negatives of all of them and print what we thought were the three best.  By the following Friday Kendra's entry in the GND contest was in the mail.  She came by the apartment that evening and I told her that it was too late to turn back.  She was so nervous about it all I thought she was going to get physically ill.

I didn't tell her that Dave graded my photography a C but gave the model an A+.  I agreed with the grade for my model.













* -- adjusted for inflation those amounts would be, roughly-- $150 for use of picture, $2,100 for winning a best of the month, and $21,000 for best of the year.

Do not assume the photos are of Kendra, they're for illustration only.

The final post in the Posing series will be here soon.

Friday, October 6, 2017

Posing Part 5

Monday after work I took the lighting equipment and my undeveloped film to Dave at the camera shop.
"How did it go?"
"I think it went well, but the proof is in these," I said as I put the 5 rolls of Kodachrome on the counter.
"Ah, the mark of the diligent amateur, unsure if he has the shot so he overdoes.  The pro knows he got it," Dave said.
"Well, I guess I can't argue with that," I said, stung by the implied criticism.
Dave shrugged.  "Not complaining, just an observation.  Besides, it's good for my business.  I feel sorry for your model though-- enduring so much with all the flashes."
"She seemed fine with it.  Actually she enjoyed the whole experience," I said.

Dave leaned forward and spoke softly as if outlining a conspiracy with me, "Confidentially, William, many women enjoy intimate modeling immensely.  An attentive photographer... the undivided attention... but also, sometimes perhaps, the possibility that...  others may look... and enjoy."
He drew the last word out and leaned back for a moment as I acknowledged that he may be correct in some cases.  Then he leaned forward again, and in the same conspiratorial voice while tapping on the film canisters, "Tell me, out of curiosity, are these destined for submission to a publication or are they just for, uh, personal use?"

"Well, we're not sure, it depends on how they turn out I suppose."
He nodded with a glum look on his face.  "Of course, certainly. My lab will do a professional job, as I told you they do developing and also darkroom work for every pro in the area.  The best.  You just want them as mounted slides, correct?" I affirmed the statement.  "And then, should you select a dozen or so that are the best, you will bring them back for inter-negatives and prints, correct."
I nodded.
"Now, I ask this only if you are going to submit them to a publication, do you want me to examine them with a critical eye?  I ask only because the model will not be a good judge, they never are, and the photographer may, may I say, be in love with his work."
"How about we narrow it down to a couple of dozen shots or fewer first," I said.
"Sounds good, William.  I'm glad it went well and, if you begin a second career as a photographer I look forward to the Mercedes I'll buy from your business," he said as he waved at the five rolls of undeveloped Kodachrome.
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Driving away I thought that Dave's suggestion to have someone critically view our photos actually made sense-- especially if Kendra and I both thought they were all great.  But, if I told Kendra about his suggestion she'd probably be creeped out.  I suspected it was easier for her to think of the anonymous viewer of her naked self than of the specific old guy who owned the camera shop.  If we were doing the photos in black and white I wouldn't even need a lab, I could do it all myself, but there was no way I was going to develop color film myself.
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Ten days later I got off the air and found a pink phone message slip in my mail cubby:  Mr. David Greenbaum called --the slides are in --p/u any time.  I finished a few things I needed to do at the station and then drove down to the camera shop.
"Hello, my friend!" Dave shouted as I came through the door.  He asked one of his assistants to cover the counter and led me back to his office.  A package wrapped in white butcher paper with my name on it sat on his desk.  Dave pushed it towards me as I sat down.
"You can open it here to make certain all is in order but I'm sure the lab got everything correct.  But, if you like, I can get a slide viewer and you can go through all 5 boxes."
"Nah, I'll go home and run through them," I said.
We settled up the bill and as I was getting up to leave Dave said, "My lab man said one roll was a half stop underexposed but he pushed it so they look like the others."
"Oh, ok, that was probably the first roll.  I got a slightly different meter reading after that and opened up a half," I said.
"Good.  Better to be under, they can't fix over so much.  Of course, best to be right and not need correction.  Anyway, he said your photos were, quote spec-tac-u-lar unquote.  I told him you were an amateur and he said, 'oh yeah, the photography was pretty good too.'  So, there's your first review William."
We both  laughed and then I hit the trail for home.

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I got home, put the package in my bedroom, ate and then drove over to the school.  I got back home around 10PM and opened the package of slides.  I had a small light table big enough for about six slides at a time that I set up on the kitchen table. I began going through the slides box after box until I had seen all of the 180 shots I'd taken of Kendra. I shut the light box off, got a beer out of the fridge, and sat down in the living room.  I was stunned.  I had no idea how we were going to edit them down as I thought about 150 were great.  Of course I was looking at them with no enlargement-- blow the pictures up a bit and there might be flaws in all of them.  I finished the beer and went to bed, setting the alarm for 5AM.

I got out of bed at 5 and started a half a pot of coffee.  While that was making I got out the Kodak projector and loaded an empty 60 count carousel with the first slides.  The walls in the dining area off the kitchen were off-white and I turned the projector on splashing a bright, harsh light against the wall. I drank some coffee, the first sip is always the best, and fit the carousel tray on the projector.  I hit the advance button and the first picture of Kendra was on my wall.  I focused it until it was razor sharp. I sat there drinking coffee as I watched slide after slide of my girlfriend.  I found it kind of mesmerizing.  I put those 60 slides back in their boxes and re-loaded the carousel with the next 60 and when that was done I did it again until I'd seen all 180 shots blown up on my wall. I loved about 120 of them, a bit fewer than the night before but still way too many.  Checking the clock I saw that I was going to be late for work if I didn't get going.
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Kendra came over the next night and we went through all the slides.  She was more critical of them than I was, seeing little flaws in herself that I didn't notice, but she still thought there were several dozen she was proud of.
"Gosh, Wil.  You did a great job!"
I started laughing. "Sweetheart, without you they're 180 pictures of a reasonably well-lit bedroom."
"So, what do we do now?"
"Go through them until we narrow it down to no more than 20," I said.
"Let's separate them by session, you know, by outfit," Kendra said.
There were roughly 100 in varying stages of dress of the first outfit and 80 in the second outfit.
Between using the light table and projector we got it down to about 15 slides from each session.
"Let's stop looking now and come back to it with fresh eyes this weekend," I said.
Kendra agreed, "Yeah, after a while you just go blurry-eyed."

We went into the bedroom, had a quick session of nice vanilla sex, and then she split for home.



Part 6 will be coming soon.  Have I lied about that yet?

Thursday, October 5, 2017

Posing Part 4

The next day after my airshift I went to my favorite local camera shop out on Route 51.  They advertised on my radio show and, being an amateur photographer, I frequented the store quite a bit.  It was always fun going to see the guys at the shop plus there were usually photographers, pro and amateur, hanging out there so you could learn things.  I was hoping that Dave, the owner / manager, would be there as I had a sensitive topic to discuss.

"Hey! There's my guy!" Dave shouted from behind the counter as I entered.
"Dave!  Good to see you.  How's business?"
"Please!  Let's not speak of the dead!"
"Better advertise on the radio more and the newspaper less, my friend," I said.
Dave waved dismissively, "Sheesh, even the disc jockeys are hucksters," he said, laughing.

I chatted for a while with Dave and various shop customers as they came up to talk to him.  When there was a lull in the action I asked Dave if he had a moment to talk in private.  He looked concerned but called one of his workers over and told him to watch the front counter.  He led me back to his tiny, cluttered, office-- a space just big enough for a desk, chair, and a side chair.  He cleared the camera catalogs off the guest chair and motioned me to sit as he closed the door.

"What's the problem, Wil?  I know I'm current with my media accounts," Dave said.
"Dave, when they send me out to collect accounts build an ark 'cause the end is near."
He laughed.
"This is a more delicate question-- about photography," I said.
Dave sat back in his chair and a slight smile came across his face.
"You wish to discuss how to shoot beautiful naked women properly and how to get your film developed  after you do, correct?"
"Yes, exactly."
"Well, first get a beautiful model who will take her clothes off," he shouted with glee.
"That much I have."
"Well then, Good boy!  That's the hardest part!" Dave laughed.
"Hold on. Are we speaking of the young lady you brought into my store on a warm Saturday dressed in shorts and halter top-- her, not you, I should add?"

I thought for a moment and realized that I had Marsha along with me one time I stopped at the store.
"Oh, no, no.  I'm not seeing her anymore," I said.
"Ah, this is too bad.  My memory is pretty good and she would be a worthy subject for such photography," Dave said.
"Well, the model I have for this project is way better, Dave."
"Aha, you celebrities! The money! The women!  Does it ever get old, I ask you William?"
"I wish it was like that. In reality, I'm poor... but fortunate that lovely women take pity on me.  Some day I'll explain the economics of the radio business.  Meanwhile, what do I need to shoot artful, tasteful, portraits, Dave?"

By the time we were done he had sold me a couple of trade paperbacks, a brick of Kodachrome, and rented me lighting equipment. He tried to sell me a new camera or at least another lens for the one I owned but I drew the line at that. As I left the store I realized that if Kendra got $35 from Gallery it wouldn't quite cover my expenses.  But, it was amazing and a bit exciting to me that she wanted to do it, so I was not about to complain.  Besides, shooting Kendra was going to be fun.  I loved photography and I was crazy about my subject.  How could it not be fun?
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On Saturday, the day before the shoot, I drove out to the camera shop and picked up my lighting. By that evening I had everything set up and tested in my bedroom for our shoot.  Sunday afternoon Kendra was right on time and had brought a big purse, a suitcase and a hang-up bag.  She had arrived in cut-offs, flip-flops, and a big, loose t-shirt.  As soon as we got everything upstairs I asked her to get out of her clothes and into her robe.  I explained that we didn't want any marks or creases on her bare skin from her clothes when we started shooting.  When she came out into the living room in her robe I asked her to only sit on the soft couch cushions as all the other chairs might leave her bottom red.

"From looking at the GND entries from just that one month, well, there are a lot of poor pictures submitted-- girls standing barefoot in front of fake wood paneling in basements, or posing in a bedroom with a hamper full of dirty clothes behind her, and on and on.  My amateur camera work will keep our shots from looking too slick, but there's no reason we can't look more professional than most of those," I said, "And those were all entries that got $35, think how bad the rest must be."

"I can't wait to see how mine come out," Kendra said, "I saw all the lights and everything.  Where did you get that stuff? It looks like a studio in there!  Gosh, I'm getting so nervous!"
"Yeah, pretty exciting, isn't it," I said, "OK, so here's how I think we should do this.  It'll be kind of backwards in that you'll start without any clothes on and as we go we'll put stuff on until, finally, you're fully dressed.  That way there won't be any marks from tight clothes on your bare skin. Cool?"
Kendra thought it sounded like a good plan. "OK, so let me see all the clothes you brought, oh, and you should take off that necklace and ring since you always wear them-- someone could positively ID you by that."

We went into the bedroom and Kendra got out all the clothes she brought.  Our plan was to do a set with one outfit and then take a break before doing another set with her second outfit.  She had brought two complete changes right down to the shoes, bra and panties. "OK, one last thing," I said, "Open your robe."  She did and I told her I thought she should trim her bush. We went in the bathroom and she used the scissors I use to groom my mustache to trim until we agreed everything was perfect.  I wanted it right where the lighting could penetrate her pussy hair enough that the skin mag aficionado could almost see the crimson ridge of her outer lips.

Kendra wanted music on while we shot.  We were at it so long that we listened to Silk Degrees, Gimme Back My Bullets, Dreamboat Annie, Songs in the Key of Life and more.  Two long photoshoots with stops for makeup reapplication, lotion for glistening skin, changes of clothes, and cheap white wine.  Unlike with digital photography, we had no idea whether we had any decent pictures.  But I had shot 5 rolls of Kodachrome, 180 pictures, there had to be a winner or two in there.

When we were finished Kendra was full dressed in her second outfit, a short burgundy velour dress cut low in the back, with oxblood high heeled strappy sandals. No bra, just a pair of black lace panties.
"Are we done?"
"Yeah, I think so.  I still have more film but, unless you want to do some with your cut-offs and flip flops..." I said.
"Nope, I'm good," she said.
"Better than good," I said.
She came over to me and said, "Thanks, baby, that was a lot of work-- but so much fun!"
She threw her arms over my shoulders and gave me a deep kiss.
"Can we go get something to eat?"
"Sure, do you want to change first?" I said.
"Well, that depends Mister... what do you want me to be wearing when we come back here for after dinner sex?"
"Don't change a thing," I said.

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(Do not assume that the pictures are of Kendra.  They are merely illustrations- Ed.) 

Part 5 will arrive soon.






Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Posing Part 3

"OK, Kendra, I am surprised.  I did not see that coming."

"Well, I wouldn't do it if you didn't want me to," she said quickly.
"Honey, I didn't say that.  But, let's talk this through. What makes you interested in trying this? I mean, you're pretty shy, right?"
Kendra spoke haltingly. "Yeah, that's true, but honestly, ever since I looked through those magazines Sunday I haven't been able to shake this idea.  I don't know, it just gives me a buzz thinking about it. A jolt... a little flutter thinking what it would be like to be in... I mean, you always tell me how good I look, and, well, I don't know how to say this..."
"Go ahead, take your time," I said.

She took a deep breath.  "OK, well, older guys started hittin' on me when I was a Sophomore in high school. Like in the summer... when guys would be home from college... they'd be calling the house... asking me out.  Mom and Daddy were freaking out, I mean, I was 15.  And then, working in restaurants the last couple years guys have always, um, well, propositioned me... usually it's just silly but sometimes it's pretty direct. I mean, I've told you that before, right? Oh, crap, I'm not sure I know what I'm trying to say..." Kendra was very nervous telling me this.
I nodded. "Sweetheart, it's OK.  Look, I think I know... see, whatever "it" is, you have it.  You have this sweet, wide-eyed innocent thing to go with your incredible beauty and, frankly, killer body.  A blind guy could see it.  And, while you're not a show-off, you also don't dress to hide how you look either. You're always classy, and fashionable... but seriously hot."

She smiled, "Aw, Wil, you're sweet, and you know, whatever it is you think I have, it won't last forever so I thought, maybe, this would be kinda cool.  But, if it was gonna come between us I definitely wouldn't do it."
"How would it come between us?"
"I don't know... what if I photograph well and they want me to do a bigger layout... I mean posing for you is one thing, but you might not like me posing for another guy."
"Well, first of all, I would be there watching him like a hawk.  And, by the way, when you're Playmate of the Year in a couple years I'll punch out any Hollywood star who gets too hands-on at the Playboy Mansion."
Kendra laughed.

"Kendra, I just want to clarify something, OK?" I said,  "Are you saying that since guys have always found you attractive you should turn that into a monetary reward?  Or is that 'buzz' you talked about  the real reason you would try it?"
"Oh, definitely the jolt," Kendra said, "maybe it's like if you had a shot at being a star baseball player-- you'd want to go for it."
"But, the difference," I said, "is that some people would hold it against you for posing nude.  Are you worried about that?"
"Would it be a problem for you?" she said.
"No," I said.  Although, I should have taken longer to consider the question.
"Well, you're a good photographer, will you take pictures of me for the Girl Next Door contest then?"
"You sure you don't want me to take the pictures and send them to the photo editor at Playboy instead?  After all, if they pass on them we could still try Penthouse.  And, your definitely first class."
She paused and bit her lower lip.  "I don't think so... just too many people would see it."
Her answer was what I expected but it bothered me a bit.

Kendra went into the bedroom and got the magazine.  I joined her at the kitchen table and we went through the entry form together, not filling it in, just going over it.

"It looks like I can use an alias but they have to have my real name and a copy of my ID," she said, "Can I use this phone number and address, Wil? I don't want anything mailed to the house or anybody calling there either. I can just see daddy getting a call from Gallery Magazine asking for his daughter."
"Sure, I'll be happy to handle all of your incoming calls," I said.
"Why do they need my social security number?"
"If you get a modeling fee it's income.  Hey, I like this next section, measurements! Do you know them or can I measure you."
"Oddly enough, I know all of those numbers," she said.
"OK. Spill."
"Five feet seven inches, one hundred and twenty pounds, straight out of the shower."
"And...?"
"36D, 23, 37"
"That sounds right. And perfect."
"Oh, they want to know hobbies, favorite movies, TV shows, career goals.  Oh this is good, 'Why did you submit your photos?' Whoa, they want to know some naughty stuff too.  Gosh, I don't want to sound like a tramp!"
"We'll work on some answers together. Don't worry about it.  When do you want to do your photoshoot?"
"Oh my gosh, wow, um, I guess Sunday afternoon is about the only time we can do it. Man, I just got butterflies."
I laughed and gave her a hug, "You better get dressed and hit the road. Your dad will be calling to find out why you aren't home yet."

Ten minutes later Kendra wheeled out of the parking lot of my apartment complex.  Twenty minutes after that the phone rang.  It was her dad.  He was only about twelve years older than me and we had a pretty good relationship.  I assured her that Kendra was well on her way home and I agreed that she was, in fact, precious cargo.



Part 4 will be along before you know it...