Chapter 1

Friday morning started off with Andrew belatedly giving June Wyatt the first £2,500 of the £10,000 that he had promised her. He had never gotten himself organised at the Christmas break to give her the money and so he was finally able to meet and get that dealt with. It would let June live and eat, as well as a small amount to get started with her clothes designs. She was grateful but understated about it, which Andrew was quietly pleased about. She knew he didn’t want a fuss made. And although unsaid, what was also crystal clear was their sexual relationship was over. Squid was never mentioned but it was foremost in Andrew’s mind. When she left she was off to buy some material, delighted to be able to just jump in. Since his return from Cambridge Andrew had not opened a book and so he spent the rest of the day studying quietly, finally relaxed and calm, resigned might be a better description, about the situation with Suzanne. The time seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. He took the time to shop for, and then eat, a reasonably healthy dinner, another first from his time in Edinburgh. Then it was time to plan the following morning’s activities.

“Hey it is me. What time does the club open?”

Tony was silent for a second.

“8.00 tomorrow and 9.00 on Sunday.”

“I am on the 7.30 flight to Heathrow on Sunday, so tomorrow it is. Stockings, heels, two pleated skirts, one that she wears there that covers the stockings, the other the shortest one she possesses. Sheer, semi-transparent blouse. No knickers or bra. And her long coat so that we can get in without causing a riot. I will be at the flat at 7.15 and we need to stop at the shop so I can get my camera bag.”

“7.30, I have to pop back to lock up after the last users of the studio. I will collect it tonight for you.”

“Deal.”

“I am not going to tell her until I get back from the shop. You know how she gets.”

Tony and Andrew were laughing as they hung up but Tony was going to sleep well that evening.

And so it proved in the morning. One person came down the stairs with a bounce in her step, and chest, with a smile you could see from Glasgow. The other staggered down the stairs a bedraggled mess. But also with a smile visible from miles away. Maggie winked at Andrew and hugged and kissed him before climbing into the back of the Golf. Tony collapsed in the front seat and said nothing. Loudly.

The Manse Club was an institution. Already nearly 50 years old it was an outwardly plain functional snooker hall. There were nine tables but other than a small burst of light round the door it was dark. As Andrew walked in he was extremely grateful he had spent all the time experimenting with light settings and shutter speeds. They were the second group there, right behind two old men who were obviously regulars. They went to one back corner and Tony led Andrew and Maggie to the other. There were seats built against the wall in between racks of cues. Knowing that it could get busy quite quickly Tony racked the balls while Andrew got his camera ready. Maggie hung up her coat but was careful not to draw attention to herself. She selected a cue and bent over the table so that Andrew could see how high her skirt rode up. Tony got another cue but his role was to keep an eye out for the locals and anyone setting up at the adjacent tables.

Maggie might have fucked Tony seven ways to Sunday the previous evening but she was fired up and ready for more. She bent and posed letting Andrew get lots of shots of her bum peeking out under her skirt. Then she changed into her shortest pleated skirt which didn’t even get to her stocking tops. She could not have looked any more like a sexed up strumpet. It was fantastic. Andrew had been sitting on the ground so that nobody could see the camera. He got Tony to stand beside Maggie and caress her arse as it was proudly displayed by the short skirt. Then to both Andrew and Tony’s astonishment Maggie just unzipped the skirt and was completely bottomless and she continued to pose in the far corner. Tony’s caresses were long both in time and in the way his hand started to linger in those hard to reach places. Andrew had Maggie kneel down on the floor.

“Take off your blouse.”

Maggie didn’t pause for a moment. In a flash she was naked. Andrew got Tony to bend over and take some shots while Maggie knelt naked in front of him, half tucked under the table. They ended the third roll of film with one of her trademark winks as she hovered right in front of the obvious bulge in his jeans. Working on the principle that it was better to stop 10 minutes too soon than five minutes too late, Maggie redressed in her blouse and longer skirt before slipping back into her coat and sitting on a bench seat with a studied air of innocence. The maxim was proved true as less than five minutes later another two men took up position at the table next to them. Andrew and Tony actually played a frame of snooker before Tony packed up the balls and they quietly left. Andrew didn’t think anyone had twigged what had happened but if they did, no one said anything.

He dropped off the two of them without a word at their flat knowing that it would be an hour, at least, before they showed up at the shop. In fact it was closer to two hours but when they came in, smiling and holding hands, Andrew was engulfed in an enormous hug from Maggie.

“Thank you, you crazy man.”

Maggie shook her head.

“I was naked in a public snooker hall.”

She smiled at Andrew.

“And I bloody loved it. If you ever run out of things to think about on your morning swims then think up some more crazy antics and situations for me.”

Tony clasped Andrew’s hand but no words were exchanged. None were needed. If he still had the flat upstairs the man would have gone for a nap. He headed off to prepare for a shoot in the studio at noon and Maggie joined Andrew in the darkroom as he took the developed negatives and started to print all the pictures. About 65 of the 72 pictures came out well, there were a few that were blurry or too dark. In the dark of the room, with black stockings and a dark skirt, Maggie’s pale skin stood out wonderfully. And the sequencing worked as well. From the first photo where Maggie was standing straight, her skirt mid-thigh but still perfectly appropriate; then to her bent over with the first skirt, the bottom half of her two cheeks peeking out under it; then Tony’s hand caressing her arse, which also raised the skirt completely out of the way. The second skirt was indecent before Maggie ever bent over and her arse was totally exposed which she did. But there was something about a woman naked from the waist down bent over playing snooker that struck a chord with Andrew. It wasn’t even worthy of note anymore that Maggie always posed with her legs apart, sometimes only slightly but normally very clearly. And Maggie on her knees in front of Tony, almost tucked under the table, well that was male fantasy fodder of the highest order. All in all they were a spectacular series of photographs.

“Last night when Tony came through and told me what we were doing this morning it got me immediately excited. And the actual shoot exceeded even my dirty imagination. When you start planning a shoot it is like Pavlov’s dogs. I instantly get turned on. It is truly wonderful it really is. And just four to six times a year. Nicely spaced out.”

Maggie sighed happily. Andrew stoked her fires.

“I saw June yesterday, you should get her working on a piece of clothing for you. Something unexpected. You can tell her it is for a model, not you, but think about something.”

Maggie paused and Andrew could see he had lost her. After five minutes of silence, during which time he had cleaned up the darkroom, Maggie looked over at him.

“I am struggling. Give me an idea.”