{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"bdb36e33-d21d-4185-8fc0-33a2d8775047","seriesId":"5de837ac-9e7a-470e-a15e-514cac5ff7b3","seriesName":"A Middle-class Girl's Journey","currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2019-07-18T12:48:11.254Z","title":"A Middle-class Girl's Journey - Part 13","slug":"a-middle-class-girls-journey-part-13","shortId":"ZVn1KNzA","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"The true story of a middle-class girls journey into slavery","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"8aacfbd3-b2be-4721-8aac-ac6aab0bd947","title":null,"summary":"\n\nMerry\ngo round. \n\nWorking\npart time in a shoe shop with a huge mortgage to pay each month as well ","wordCount":6556,"readTime":33,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"\n\n

Merry\ngo round.

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Working\npart time in a shoe shop with a huge mortgage to pay each month as well as two\nsmall children to clothe and feed isn’t all fun. As he was away a lot of the\ntime I hardly saw him and one of the reason he was away was simple he got more\npay on tour or on secondment. Something had to be done and I had to get a\nbetter paid job which first of all meant working Saturdays if I could get my\nMother or sister to have the children. This also spelt the end of my weekly\ntrips to Stoke for BBC which didn’t go down well with the Franklins either but\nat least I saved money on the rail fares which helped.

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I\nhad already started an austerity programme and missed the odd meal here and\nthere to make certain my children didn’t go without. When I was younger I\nbought myself new clothes weekly and often more if I wanted something or got\nbored at collage. I hadn’t bought myself anything new for well over a year and\nwould save money by not wearing tights or stockings even in winter. I also used\nto have my mum pick up the kids and take them home picking them up after she\nhad fed them, myself going without. The dog was fed the cheapest food I could\nget and often left overs and was looking decidedly skinny at one stage.

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On\nleave at this time he was shocked and a little angry with himself he’d let us\nget to this stage and even asked me to return to married quarters at least for\nthe time being. This was something I didn’t want and I told him I’d rather\nstarve to death in Leicestershire than be with those so called women in Dorset\nthey were monsters which I am sure they weren’t. I am glad to say that even as\nhe was planning the move back to Dorset I had a bit of good luck. Months before\nI had applied for a part time in an Estate Agent in the town centre and didn’t\nget the job as the firm had just been taken over. However; the manager a guy in\nhis thirties was now in the position to offer me weekend work and a half day on\nWednesday and it tripled what I was getting in the shoe shop plus there were no\nsmelly feet either. There was also the promise that once my daughter had\nstarted school I could go full time there. This was just enough for him to put\non hold our return to Dorset and thank god.

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That\nwas the good news but the bad news was that he’d taken a one year secondment in\nthe USA with the US Marine Corp and he’d only be back once at Christmas and we\ncould go over and see him once as well all expenses paid by US Government. His\nreasoning for this was simple first of all he’d be paid US Service rates\n(double the UK rate) +25% for being on active service even if he wasn’t.\nSecondly he’d be promoted to the equivalent of Sergeant Major giving him more\npay while he was out there and on his return. I told him that I’d been without\nhim so long I was getting used to it at least he wasn’t in Ulster, well not for\nthe time being anyway.

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Life\nbegan on my own for the next six months started with me black and blue from\nalmost head to foot as on his last day but one he took me to see his Mentor,\njust to see how much I’d remembered from my visits there. The truth was that\nI’d not forgotten the rules I’d just got out of the habit of following them if\nthe truth be told. Nevertheless the rules weren’t followed and I was punished\nfor it several times the last one was to be hung upside down from the bucket of\na digger my hands anchored to the ground and my head in a black cotton bag and\nthen Mentor or somebody used a single tail whip on me. Just like in outer\nspace, on a farm in the middle of nowhere, nobody can hear you scream. My tits\ntook a lot of punishment and one of my nipples coursed me a lot of worry and\ntook months to recover and once it did it was inverted.

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My\nnew job in the estate agents started with me in pain every time I sat down and\nit was a good job the Uniform was calve length because if it wasn’t they would\nsoon be able to see what I was really into. Or maybe I should say what my husband\nwas into hard to judge really. I worked there Wednesday afternoon 10 am to 4pm\nSaturday and the same on Sunday. It was part of a large chain based in the\nNorth West and ours was a regional office as well. The manager was a young guy\nabout my age maybe a little younger straight out of University who insisted in\ncalling me “Sunday Girl” for reasons best know to himself. I got on well with\nthe staff and a lot of the clients as well, with my father sending people he\nknew to see me and making an effort to find some we sent to him mortgages if we\ncouldn’t.

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The\ntrouble was that interest rates kept going up as did council rates and all the\nother household bills inflation was in double figures. With him “stateside” he\nwas paying UK and US taxes which would be sorted out but not for months, so if\nanything I was worse off. I was told I could claim for this claim for that and\nif I stopped work I could claim a lot more and live off the Social” which was\nnever going to happen. To make matter even worse the estate agents were taken\nover again and my hours cut to just weekends although the Uniform did get\nshorter to knee length which is the only good thing I can say about that time.

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As\nwe had our loft converted into a “Studio” my now brother-in-law Robert would be\na frequent visitor to use it and even converted the back part of our loft into\na “darkroom” to they could develop their own films. I hardly if ever ventured\ninto the loft but Alison was clearly as you’d expect his regular model and from\ntime to time they’d bring another girl or woman with them. They had their own\nkey and I always got a phone call before they arrived just in case it was not\nconvenient, which it never was. Still a member of the Camera Club Robert\nsuggested I let them use the “studio” but I didn’t like the idea not with two\nlittle children.

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The\nroutine of getting my children picked up by my mother carried on as did letting\nmy brother take them for a burger once a week and my parents sat them while I\nworked. My father resisted telling me “I told you so” which he clearly wanted\ntoo so badly but thought better of it. I\ngot the odd shift in the pub from time to time but the trouble was getting a\nsitter. One time I managed to get my youngest brother to sit for me and I left\nthe house in a hurry leaving my shoes on the bathroom floor. He was very quiet\nwhen I got back telling me he’d walk the two miles home instead of me paying\nfor a taxi. At the weekend he used his savings to buy me some new shoes as he\nsaw the only other pair I owned apart from those I wore, had cardboard blocking a huge hole in the soles, his gesture\nmade me cry.

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I\nwaited for him to ring me from the US and told him about our situation and he\ntold me that he’d try to do something but he was still paying twin taxes. The\nnext day he want to see his Commanding Officer and informed him that unless the\nmess some bureaucrat had put him and his family in he’s have to leave even if\nit meant putting in his papers and leave his beloved Royal Marines. From what\nhe told me about this meeting the Officer was outraged that a decorated Marine\nand a veteran at that should be treated in such a way it took until his next\npay day at the month end but it was sorted out for him. It took a couple of months to trickle through\nand by the time it did a lot of bills were late and I managed to avoid having\nthe gas and electric cut off by hours having to show the people who came to\ndisconnect us the paid bills paid just hours before.

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One\nWednesday afternoon I was in the supermarket adding up the cost of the shopping\nas I went along as the week before I didn’t have enough money to pay for all of\nit and had the embarrassment of having to put some food back and I couldn’t\nface that again. I was in the act of rechecking how much money I had in my\npurse in the forlorn hope that somehow it had grown since I’d left the house it\nhadn’t. My wishful thinking was disturbed by a familiar voice it was Gerald out\nshopping with as always with his Mother, not a lot changed there then was\nthere. Mummy was quite the chatterbox telling how lovely I was looking and how\nslim and as she spoke I remember\nthinking to myself “Silly cow I looked a mess, which I did and also she’d be\nthin if she ate as much as I did” I smiled back at her instead of saying\nanything. She went on to tell me that I was missed at the Camera Club and how\nthe members would love to see me at the model nights. It had been eight years\nand a couple of children since I posed for them and I pointed that out. Gerald\ntold me that Robert had informed him we had our own studio in the loft and even\na darkroom and asked if I’d ever modelled in it?

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I\ntold him I had for my husband but the truth was that it was hardly used at all\nand when it was used it was Robert who used it as all the equipment in it the\nflash units and light as well as all the props where his. Gerald thought that\nwas a shame as good studios were hard to find and asked if he could come and\ntake a look at it? I didn’t know what to say because I didn’t want him and his\nmother there all hours of the night and day. So I told them the next time my\nhusband was home I’d get him to invite Gerald up to see it. Mummy thanked me\nand asked me if I knew Gerald was branching out and was building quite a client\nbase for his photography since he’d decided to turn professional. I\ncongratulated him and asked if he found it hard to leave his council job with\nits security and pension, only to be told that he still worked there. All the\nsame he gave me a card and asked me to ring him if I ever felt like “Modelling”\nagain adding that “Of course I would pay you the going rate I’m not expecting\nyou to do it for nothing.” I thanked him and said I’d be in touch telling\nmyself that I must change my supermarket in the near future.

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At\nthe weekend I was at work when my Mother brought my children in to see me I\nlooked at my little boy and my daughter and I was so proud of them both. I\nthought to myself that I may not be the best dressed or presented person in the\ntown but my children looked great and wanted for nothing. I was given an early\nlunch break and my mother suggested we take the children to the same Café we used\nto go to when I was younger, she’d pay so why not. Walking up the stairs I\nsmiled to myself knowing that when I walked into the café itself I be able to\nsay “I have had sex over every table in the place” I thought better of\nmentioning it all the same.

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Changes\nat the estate agents meant that we now had working in our office a “Regional\nDirector” who although he lived in the town had never worked in it, so he was\nlocal but didn’t know Robert locally. Not a looker in anyway although he wasn’t\nfat and did look after himself even if he did sport a long grey ponytail, never\na good look even for a man in his fifties and it earned him the nick name\n“Jolly Rodger.” We all raised our game when he was in the office as we didn’t\nknow him and I took a dislike to him when he asked me “What happened to that\npsychopath you married I hear he’s deserted you?” I told him in no uncertain\nturns that “A my husband isn’t a psychopath and when he was back from his tour\nwith the Royal Marines I will invite him in to ask him why he wasn’t with me\nhimself if he wanted to.” He didn’t and hardly spoke to me for some time.

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I\nthought I was going to get the sack but I didn’t but still it preyed on my mind\nfor some time. With that in mind I’d starting looking for a new job but part time\njobs fitting in two young children one preschool age were few and far between.\nThe following weekend at work I was pretty tense because Jolly Rodger the “Regional\nDirector” wasn’t in that weekend. Susan reminded me that he drank in the same\npub we’d worked in although I barely remembered him at all she reassured me\nthat he was OK there would be no way he’d sack me, although I wasn’t so sure.\nThe times I was out on a Friday night had long gone or so it appeared I just\ndidn’t have the money nor the baby sitters on hand, not that I wanted to leave\nmy children anyway. The times I’d get on a train to Stafford to Oak Farm or to\nStoke-on-Trent to see the Franklin’s looked as if was years ago not just a few\nmonths. I’d even stopped shaving my pubic hair because what was the point\nnobody saw it anyway shave or not and it shave on shaving cream and razor\nblades.

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I\nwas waiting for the bus one day in the pouring rain when a car drew up and the\ndriver asked me if he could give me a lift. At first I couldn’t see who it was\nso looking into the small green car with wood on the sides I saw Gerald and so I\ngot in. He took me straight home and reminded me if I wanted to make some\n“pocket money” to ring him. I made light of it smiling I said “That depends on\nhow much you pay” and got out. Why the hell did I say that and did he think I\nwas some kind of tart, hell I was so stupid. The next morning I was stopped by\none of the teachers at the school who told me that as my daughter would be\nstarting at the school soon she was able to offer her a place in the nursery.\nThere would be a charge of course but it wasn’t very much but she needed to\nknow straight away. I of course said yes and didn’t think about the cost maybe\nI could sell something?

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I\nlay in the bath once the children were in bed, what would it cost? How would I\nfind the money? What if I did get the sack? I went down and sat watching the\ntelevision or at least it was on. The dog sat watching me because the sight of\nme in that dressing gown meant just one thing to it but there wasn’t a\nsnowballs chance in hell of that, at least not that night his luck was out. I\nsprang to my feet ran upstairs flung off the dressing gown and looked at myself\nnaked in the mirror, my tits were smaller now than they were when I was 16 a\nquick try of an old bra told me I was 34A and the A may have been an A- if that.\nMy waist was 22” not bad at all and my hips still 34” and although I did have\nthe odd stretch Robert they were hardly visible at all and I didn’t have a fat\nbelly plus even though I said say so myself I had great legs. So what the hell\nafter searching high and low I found the card and rang Gerald.

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The\nfollowing evening after he’d eaten his evening meal both Gerald and his Mother\ncame to my house to take a look at the “Studio” with the old lady struggling to\nget up the loft ladder and at one stage I thought he’d have to push her up by\nher rear end. The verdict was that he was impressed good as was and it being\nhis way he pointed out how a few improvements could be made. I’d made some phone\ncalls to Studios advertising in a stack of his camera mags including a couple\nin Leicester and at the time the going rate was £25 an hour for the studio and\ndependent on what was required between £10 and £50 an hour for the model. One\nstudio owner told me the £50 was for “Continental Poses” which included\n“Inserts” but for £45 you got “Magazine” or “Open leg” poses. Gerald offered me\n£5 an hour which I laughed at and told him if he wanted to be silly to forget\nit. This wasn’t expected by him or me either for that matter I even shocked\nmyself. A fee of £15 an hour was agreed including “studio hire” and model fee\nhe’d ring me once he had a spare hour and with that we started the painful process\nof getting Mother down the loft ladder.

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I\ndidn’t have to wait long because the very next day he rang me afternoon telling\nme he could fit me in at 2 pm for an hour maybe two. As this would take me over\nthe time I had to pick my children up I told him I could only do two hours if\nhe started at either 12.30 or 1 pm. I was taken aback and still putting on\nmakeup when he arrived at 12.15 carrying a huge camera bag. He apologised for\nnot bringing his Mother as a chaperone but she found the stairs difficult and\nhe promised not to attack me which he thought funny. I told him the last person\nwho had attacked me my husband had half killed, which he didn’t think was funny\nas he also knew it was true.

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I’d\nput up a huge clock from the kitchen in the loft just to be able to keep an eye\non the clock. That first session was me in a bikini for the first hour and\n“Daisy Duke” shorts which were my much smaller sisters and a T-shirt the second\nto most daring thing he asked me to do was take off my bra and he didn’t even get\na glance of my flat chest. At the end of the session he thanked me and asked if\nI was free the following Wednesday and I told him I was and he paid me my £30\nwhich was more than I got in the estate agents for two days and I was happy. On\nthe way back from the school I treated my children to some chocolate and booked\nmyself into the hairdressers, oh deep joy.

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The\nnext day I got a package in the Post all the way from Fort Worth Texas inside\nwas $10,000 from my loving husband won in a shooting competition. The note said\nhe loved me was missing me and ended “This is all yours spend it on yourself\nmore to follow” and there was the following week came another package this time\nwith $5,000. The look on my father’s face when I walked into his office and put\n$15,000 on his desk and asked him to put it into a savings account for me was\nworth more than all the money. The money in the bank I wasn’t going to touch\nbut my father told me it didn’t make sense and to use it to pay off a chunk of\nmy mortgage as the interest I was paying on that was more than I’d get in a\nsavings account, so down came the house loan by £10,500.

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I’d\nforgotten Gerald was due for his second session and he was waiting for me when\nI arrived home from the bank sitting in his car. I told him I was sorry and let\nhim in and he went straight to the studio to get ready. I asked him what he’d\nlike to take today and he asked me if I minded doing some more glamour work and\nwhen I asked him what he meant he told me “Underwear stockings that sort of\nthing” to which I told him I didn’t have any only to see the disappointment on\nhis face. I felt guilty for some reason although why I should I don’t know and\ntold him I do have a suspender belt and a matching bra but no stockings. I\ndidn’t however have a pair of knickers to match them so more disappointment. I\ndid two hours for Gerald that day and ended up again in the Daisy Dukes but\nthis time because I felt I owed him something I pulled off my T-shirt for half\na dozen topless shots, not that my tits were anything to shout about but at\nleast they weren’t covered in bruise or bites.

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Strange\nhow events have a habit of repeating themselves eight years before I’d modelled\nfor the Camera Club a shy newlywed all bashful and awkward. Now two children\nand eight years later her I was flashing my tits to one of the same men and the\nonly things different was I was doing it in my own home and his mother wasn’t\nthere, plus I was getting paid for this is a crazy world. At the end of the\nsession still feeling a little guilty I changed from the Daisy Dukes right in\nfront of him as he put his mountain of equipment away. He looked on as I put in\na pair of knickers and then a dress. I was thinking to myself I bet that was\nthe first time he’d seen naked woman since the last time I posed at the Camera\nClub.

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As\nI changed he asked me if I was ready to do some “figure word” which was photo\nspeak for nude. I said I was sure but I’d want to be paid more pointing out\nonce again the fee’s studios charged in Leicester. After a bit of too and throw\nit was agreed £20 an hour but next week he’d like to book me for three hours,\nno problem.

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A\nMature Woman.

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By\nthe time we’d been together eight years we had two lovely children I had a\nhusband I hardly saw but who I worshipped and I knew loved me deeply. He was\nalso eight thousand miles away in the USA and our proposed visit to see him in\nthe US never came about. That said he was home as promised at Christmas for\nthree weeks and he’d fucked me as much in that time as he’d done before or maybe\nsince. I was getting his cock 10-12 times a day and got I’d forgotten how good\nhe was. He brought with him another $20,000 made up of prize money and his\nshare of the side bets his fellow Marines had made when he won. It appeared\nthat nobody expected a guy from the UK to be able to shoot, let alone as well\nas he could and his men made a killing and gave him a cut. Later a few weeks\nafter his return to the USA he sent me another $15,000 which enabled me to pay\noff another £17,000 altogether off our mortgage. I also bought at his\nsuggestion a new “Chesterfield Sofa” for the bay window in the living room\nleaving me with the old one.

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Robert\nsuggested moving it into the studio and one day he arrived with Alison to help\nme with it. It was a struggle but between the three of us we managed to get it\nup there. once in place Alison commented on the way the studio was looking\nincluding the stockings hanging from the modesty screen. I explained that I’d\ndone a couple as in just the two modelling sessions for Gerald and the\nstockings were for the next session. Although they had been there waiting for a\nfew months as he’d not been in touch since the last and that maybe I’d scared\nhim off. Then Robert suggested I pose for him and even perhaps together with Alison\nwhat did I think. I didn’t think it would be a good idea and I said I was too\nshy which made my younger sister who was now twenty-three years-old laugh out\nloud. My brother-in-law soon pointed out that he’d seen me naked dozens of time\nand Alison pointed out she was disappointed I’d pose for Gerald but not for her\nhusband who was family.

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I\nhad to agree it didn’t sound very good even perhaps shows a lack of respect to Robert\nand even maybe Alison as well. So I agreed that I’d pose for him but not then\nas she wanted but some other time as I had to walk the dog to the school and\ncollect the children. Later once the children were fed bathed read to and in\nbed I thought about why I’d not heard from Gerald and looking at the dog\nthinking to myself maybe I will give him and myself a little treat when the\nphone rang. It was Alison asking me if I was Ok with what was talked about me\nposing for Robert and with her and as I was in a relaxed mood I said I was of\ncourse. Little sister was pleased and she told me they’d like to come over now\nif that was alright and set the studio up as Robert wanted to take some shots\nof her. There was no need for me to do anything they just wanted to use the\nstudio, so I said fine come up.

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A\nquarter of an hour later they arrived Robert carrying some new lighting units\nand he went straight upstairs to install them. I made them both a coffee as\nthey asked for and took them up and left them to it. There session was taking\nits time but it normally did and after an hour or so Robert shouted down asking\nif there was a chance of more coffee, which I made and took up. I must say that\nmy sister is beautiful her figure although petite she only being 5 feet tall\nwas perfect. I’d seen her naked thousands of times seeing her in the studio\nbeing photographed clearly having taken a lot of time on her makeup legs wide\nopen made me think of her in a different way. Alison didn’t make or make any\nattempt to close her legs and turned to me and asked “Is this how you pose for\nGerald Susan?” and I blushed and snapped “NO I don’t” and left them to it.

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I\ndid notice that now Alison was shaved well at least trimmed and shaped at the\ntop but completely shaved between the legs. I’d gone unshaved since my husband\nhad gone back to the US months ago and had something of a spiky growth maybe ½ of\nan inch long perhaps a little longer. It was quite long before that as I’d not\nbothered to shave when he was away. The next time I took a bath I shaved it all\nand even burnt away some with a candle in those hard to reach places a trick I\nwas given by somebody we had swapped with at some point.

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At\nthe Estate Agents I was getting on great with the staff there including Jolly\nRodger and I was offered more time there and now found myself working Fridays\nto Sundays for the time being the pressure was off me financially the extra\nwork and of course income coupled with a lower mortgage payment helped me a\nlot. Or at least it took the pressure off plus the amount of his wages being\npaid into our account had also doubled. Who knows I told myself soon I may be\nable to treat myself. I was settling in one Friday night when I got a visit\nfrom Alison who I’d not spoken to since I snapped at her, she waved a bottle of\nWine at me through the window and presented me with a box of chocolates.

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Robert\nwas away she told me he’d gone to see a friend and wouldn’t be back until\nSunday. We had a drunken girlie chat and she said she’d stay the night and\nlifting her skirt and opening her legs she told me to “Come here and lick my\ncunt you slag.” I smiled at her and did what she asked. This was the first time\nshe’d called me a slag it didn’t ring any bells at the time. I found us another\nbottle of wine to open while she went to her car and brought in her overnight\nbag. Putting the bag down on the table she opened it and produced a hair brush\ntelling me to get on my knees and then proceeded to hit me with it across my\nbuttocks, it felt nice and it made me feel like a naughty girl.

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Saturday\nmorning she took the children for me and dropped me off at work. I was tired\nout before I got there and Jolly Rodger brought over a coffee and asked if I’d\nhad a “Bad night“ and I said I’d had my sister stay over and we’d drank a\ncouple of bottles. To which he told he’d “I’ll have to join us the next time.”\nOnly to be told by me he’d never last the pace, which brought a tongue in cheek\nthreat of going over his knee. This was a common response by Jolly Rodger or\nEdward as his real name was he said it to all the women staff it was just a\nsaying.

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One\nof the girls who worked with me had an 18 year-old daughter called Alice who\nfor the princely amount of £3 an hour would baby sit and if that went over\nmidnight raised to £5 an hour with the added cash I had I thought why the hell\nnot and booked her for Friday nights. The Cave was still going but god had it\ngone rough I dragged Susan out to it once and we never went back. Instead we\nfound a new venue in a converted Church which was names incredibly The Church\nas opposed to yet another club in a converted bank called, you guessed it The\nBank. The more things change the more they stay the same in either club you\ncould see old faces from The Cave only the clothes and the music had changed. Susan\nstill thought everybody was looking at her and the same old people thought that\nif they bought me a drink or two or maybe half a dozen they would get a fuck\nfrom me. When I got a taxi home even the driver told me “I’ve not seen you for\nages how you keeping not the same anymore this job I used to rank up at The\nCave and take you home, do you remember we had a couple of stops on the way,\nyou still got a nice bum?” I didn’t remember and I told him so mind you he may\nhave fucked me lots did but I didn’t remember that.

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The\nnext day at work it was the same routine Jolly Rodger would place a coffee in\nfront of me and ask “Bad night?” when I told him I was on The Church with Susan\nhe smiled and ask “Either of you pull?” to which all he got was dirty look. Two\nthings happened that day first Alison came in and placed her latest house on\nthe Robertet and started to look for another. Jolly Rodger took a great\ninterest in Alison and told me afterwards he’d “Love to get to know her better”\nI told him “I bet you would, I bet you would” and got one more threat of going\nover his knee.

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Later\nin the day in walked Gerald and of course his Mum just to tell me he’d not been\nin touch as a few months ago he’d lost his father and it had affected him badly\nand I gave them both my condolences. He (Gerald) didn’t want me to think he’d\nforgotten about me and he’d be in touch and off he went carrying a little\nshopping bag arm in arm with his Mum. It is amazing how eating regularly and\nnot missing meals allows the body to catch up and in just a couple of months I\nwent up a complete Bra Cup size to a 34B not a lot but better than a 34B and I\ncould afford to buy new bras as well.

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As\ngood as his word Gerald was in touch and asked me if I was available for a\nthree hour session of “figure work” one day that week and I thought why the\nhell not so I agreed. He arrived at 12pm in the afternoon and said he had to\nset up the session would start at 12.30 and end at 3.30 giving me enough time\nto dress and walk down for the children. “I was meaning to ask you on the phone\nthe other night when I rang” he told me and continued “For figure work I prefer\nthe model to be shaved” he was blushing “I noticed that when you modelled for\nthe Camera Club you were but at the last session you weren’t, too late now I\nexpect if you’re not.” I had in fact\njust finished drying my hair after taking a bath and in fact I was completely\nshaved and as I was just wearing my old dressing gown I opened it up and held\nit open showing him my hairless body, I thought he was going to die of\nembarrassment.

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I\nasked him how he’d like me to dress and he handed me a plastic shopping bag\ntelling me he’d brought a few things for me. Inside were a nice lace deep line\nsuspender belt and matching briefs as well as lace top stockings all in black,\nthey must have been expensive as the store they came from wasn’t exactly cheap.\n“Do you have any black high heels?” he asked and I told him I did 5” ones cutesy\nof one Franklyn Franklin although it took me a while to find them. I asked him\nif he’d like me to wear anything else as well and he didn’t so I started off\ntopless only to be asked “Have you put weight on?” a girl can’t win can she.

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The\nChesterfield Sofa was very popular as were the new lighting system Robert had\nput in and the more powerful flash units. Gerald spent half the session going\non about the new changes all of which was Greek to me. I answered his question\non other studio’s and their fee’s and I realised he’d not contacted any of\nthem. I suggested he did not that I wanted to lose any of his custom but just\nso he’d realise what a bargain he was getting. I also pointed out that he could\njust hire the studio if he wanted to I expected he’d get tired of shooting me\nany time soon. Soon off came the knickers that said he took maybe 10-12\nphotographs every hour as he was quite exact in what he wanted with his\nHasselblad camera and stopped constantly to change the lighting and check the\nflash meter.

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There\nwas nothing crude with Gerald and at no point did I feel threatened at all by\nhim, after all I could have told his Mummy if he was naughty. His main interest\nwas to try and recreate modern reproductions of old black & white or sepia\nphotographs or so he said anyway and who was I to disbelieve him. I ended the\nsession completely naked of course and for the last hours I moved this way and\nthat for him and I didn’t feel once that he was getting a cheap thrill and if\nhe did see anything that was between my legs it wasn’t planned. I didn’t see\nmuch point going behind the screen to dress after all I’d been naked or semi\nnaked in front of his lenses for three hours. He told me he’d not be using me\nthe following week as he’s decided to take my advice and check out the Leicester\nstudio’s as he had a couple of days off the following week. I put the lingerie\nback in its bag and held it out to him only to be told it was for me and I\nthanked him for it.

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I\ndidn’t expect him to contact me the following week after he’d told me he was\ngoing into Leicester on Tuesday to check the studios out. However; Tuesday\nnight I got a call from him asking if I was available Wednesday or Friday for a\ncouple of hours? I wasn’t on Friday’s as I had work in the estate agents so we\nsettled for the next day which was Wednesday. I chatted with him for half an\nhour and it turned out he’d booked a model for a couple of hours at a cost of\n£50 for the studio and £100 for the model but he didn’t think he’d got value\nfor money and she was and I quote “A slip of a girl and I prefer a more mature\nwoman Susan like you.” Mature I was 26 years old the cheeky bastard I thought.

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I\nthink he arrived half an hour earlier each time he came to the studio but this\ntime he was an hour and came into contact with my mother who being the nosey\ncow she is wanted to know who he was and what he was doing there. Lucky for me\nhe told her he was the Secretary of the Camera Club and an old friend he’d come\nto take some photographs of the children. He’d come to drop off his gear in the\nstudio, perhaps she had time to pose herself? She liked that but said her\nposing days were over best leave it to the younger generation. I think that\nwith just a little more flattery she would have been up those loft ladders in a\nshot.

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The\n“Shoot” went the same way as the previous week and once more I was presented\nwith more lingerie and the black lace dress I’d worn years before that belonged\nto his mother it was beautiful and I couldn’t wait to put it on, not that is\nstayed on for long. Before we started he showed me some of the shots he taken\nat the last shoot, he may have been a middle aged mummy’s boy but he knew his\nway around a camera. He also showed me\nsome he wanted replicate of a woman in the black lace dress she wore an 50’s\nstyle deep line corset/suspender belt just like the one he’d brought me that\nday and seamed black stockings. The photographs were taken some time ago even\nif they had been printed recently and although they started off just a little\n“risky” for the times by the end there were to say the least soft, maybe very\nsoft porn. On closer examination of the shaved model I realised it was Gerald’s\nmother saucy old trollop it thought and it brought a huge smile to my face.

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Looking\nat him I asked him “You want me to pose with my legs wide open Gerald?” he took\nthe photographs off me and selected a few and without looking at me told me “If\nyou don’t mind yes if you’re not too uncomfortable with it, yes I would.” Then\nhe added “Of course I will pay you the extra for the Magazine style I don’t\nwant to fiddle you should be say £75 for the two hours?” I looked at him and\nthought in for a penny and told him “No Gerald we will call it £90 for the two\nhours and you can take as many photos of me as you like and I will open my legs\nas wide as you want me to OK?” yes it was OK and for the rest of the shoot my\nlegs were hardly closed.

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At\nthe end of the shoot he told me I could keep the dress if I promised to wear it\nagain for him but only for him he didn’t want to see it in any other photos and\nI agreed. I also got to keep the lingerie as well all in all a profitable\ncouple of hours, not bad for a mature woman.

To be continued....

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