Chapter 182: Leslie Boudreaux, 32, Pioneer...

Leslie Boudreaux, 32, was the first of the Top Ten girls Ray-Ray called on. She was a little nervous, a little excited. And was actively delaying the photo shoot.

Coffee. Toast. Conversation.

She wore a thick white robe — down to her ankles like it was winter. But Ray-Ray was in no hurry — he’d let her work up her nerve at her own pace. He led her into the kitchen — he’d learned that the new girls were more comfortable in a familiar setting.

Finally, blushing, she said, “This is a first for me, Ray-Ray — an all-time first.”

He placed his cell on the kitchen table in front of her, and opened his photo album. He smiled as he tapped her thong, “If anyone has the body for it, Leslie, it’s you.”

She found herself nodding in agreement. “It’s jess Ricky — see, he ... uh, he hates that I’m in this pageant.”

The veteran conversationalist just smiled again, “Hon, if you don’t want to do it, that’s fine. Kate will understand — she knows it’s a big step.”

Leslie sighed, “Yeah, it is a big step — kind of like a giant one. But see, here’s the thing. I been married 14 years an ... well, he’s terrific. But he ... we don’t ... it used to be more fun.”

He patted her hand, “I’ll tell you what — I’ll shoot three pictures, and then we’ll take a timeout. You can see how you feel. See how good you look.”

“Then what?”

“If you like one of the shots, we’re done. You just post it up. Or, if you’re comfortable, I’ll shoot some more. That way you have a larger selection to choose from. You want to look your best, don’t you?”

“Acourse.”

He waited patiently until reached for the tie of her robe. Blushing furiously, she sighed and slipped it off. Ray-Ray didn’t stare, didn’t grin. He just nodded judiciously, “Very nice, very attractive.”

Leslie relaxed as soon as she saw the first three photos. Lightening hadn’t struck her dead. She looked good. Ray-Ray acted professionally.

He posed her for over 45-minutes — in her kitchen, in the backyard, in her bedroom, in a bubble bath. Once, looking at the outdoor shots, she said, “You kin see everything.”

“And everything is delightful to see.”

She giggled.

“But Leslie.”

“Yes?”

“Remember — no one else will see these except for you and Kate and me.”

She nodded.

“And you, you alone, will decide which one to post. And once you pick a picture, I’ll edit it for you.”

She scrolled through his cell, fascinated. “Which one do you suggest, Ray-Ray?”

No hesitation, “This one.”

It was from the backyard session. The sunlight was flattering to her dark, Cajun coloring. The paleness where her one-piece bathing suit had covered her stood out in strong contrast. It drew the eye to her torso.

She was standing in a three/quarter profile with one breast and erect nipple showing. She was obviously nude, but her pussy wasn’t visible.

“It’s pretty daring.”

“Leslie, I don’t mean to be crude, but little boys all over town will be...” He made a jacking-off motion.

She blushed and tried to hide a grin, but Ray-Ray knew he’d hit his mark.

Before he left, he asked for a glass of juice. Curious if she’d put her robe back on. She did not. At the door, he said, “I’m going to touch up several shots. And edit the videos down to just a few seconds. Want me to send them to you?”

“Oh, yes. Please.”

Leslie, like the other girls, didn’t realize that the simple act of posing in the buff would alter her mindset. A mental barrier had been breached. It would make her future participation in the pageant activities more possible, more palatable.

Acts that would have seemed outrageous would one day begin to be perceived as an almost normal sequence of events. It would take a while, but Kate and Ray-Ray were patient. And confident.