Chapter 24

When they got to the studio and Bob turned on the lights, Dick and Mona wandered around, taking more time to examine things they might be called on to use. They finally came to the table Bob and Megan were sitting at.

“I have one question,” said Mona.

“Only one?” Bob smiled.

“Why do I remember somebody telling me that for one of the movies my son would shave my pubic hair off?”

“That was just an example of the kind of films that overseas audience goes nuts for,” said Bob. “Don’t take that seriously.”

“Oh, sure. I can just forget all about it,” said Mona in her snarky voice.

“Mona, this is like everything else will be. Nobody does anything against his or her wishes, and we all have to promise to accept those wishes. Josh isn’t going to shave your mons on camera unless you want him to, and he wants to do it, and your husband agrees, okay? So it doesn’t matter if it keeps popping up in your mind. It’s not going to happen.”

“Can I see the pictures you took of Megan?” asked Mona.

Bob looked at Megan.

“They’ve already seen me naked. Go ahead.”

Bob went to the computer desk. The others stood behind him and looked at the TV sized monitor.

A picture suddenly flashed onto the screen. In it Megan was on her bed, with a wrinkled top sheet partially covering her. Her breasts were bare, but the sheet covered her genital area. Her legs were visible and she appeared to be asleep. The next five or six photos were of the same scene, taken from different angles. In one of them the camera looked straight down at the sleeping woman on the bed.

“I take a lot of pictures because it’s easy with digital devices,” Bob said. “Then I weed out the ones that I don’t want anyone to see. What’s left goes to the customer.”

“So the customer would see all of these?” asked Mona.

“Yes. I already got rid of the ash and trash on this shoot. All that’s left is the good stuff.”

The next series was of Megan awake, with the sheet thrown off of her, and her hand covering her pubic hair.

“Damn, Mona, you’d look so good that way,” said Dick. He almost sounded like he thought his mental picture was unsaid.

“Maybe I won’t cut you off after all,” said Mona. “Sometimes you say nice things.”

The photos progressed to where it was crystal clear Megan was masturbating and Mona said, “Okay. I get the picture. I don’t need to see the rest.”

“You and I can go through the rest of them privately,” said Megan. “You can learn things about how to pose like that.”

“I don’t know if I can masturbate with people watching,” said Mona.

Dick spoke again.

“I know this sounds stupid, because I could maybe talk you into letting me watch that at home, but if I watched you with them there, that would be so hot I might actually lose it in my trousers.” Mona looked at him. He shrugged his shoulders and said, “I’m just sayin’.”

“Did I marry a pervert?” Mona asked.

“No, you did not,” said Megan. “He is still the same man you fell in love with and still love. You simply know more about him, now. You do love him, right?”

“It isn’t fair to put me on the spot like that, but yes,” said Mona.

“And do you believe he still loves you?”

“Yes!” Mona replied immediately, with no proviso.

Megan turned to Dick.

“Yes and yes,” he said, firmly.

“Then we do not have a problem,” she said. “Emotions will flare, which can be a good thing in the model, and we have a room at the back of the studio, through those curtains, there, which has a bed in it and will give anyone who needs it some privacy.”

“Unless it’s a porn video,” said Mona. “In that case, those emotions might help us do things we’d otherwise be uncomfortable about.”

“True,” said Bob. “But those videos are far in the future, if we get there at all. Let’s worry about the still shots, first.”

“What will I be doing during the shoots?” asked Dick.

“Megan’s last shoot was solo, because there were only two of us present and I had to be the director and cameraman. If she did another series, with me in it, too, it would be in very high demand. Interracial stuff is as popular as incest. So, Dick, it’s possible you could be in some series with Mona.”

“Naked ... doing ... stuff ... while you shoot it.”

“Yes,” said Bob.

“Fuck, I just got a chubby,” said Dick. He looked at his wife. “I’m sorry, Honey, but I can’t hide this stuff anymore.”

“I don’t want you to,” said Mona. “I think I like this new you who tells me what you’re thinking.”

“Will you do the same?”

Her glance darted to Bob and then back.

“Yes. We have to agree not to get angry, though.”

“I’ll try my very best,” said Dick.

Mona pulled him into an embrace and kissed him.

“Now, if the two of you were naked, that would make a great shot,” said Bob.

“Don’t push them,” said Megan as she reached to touch his hand.

It was noon before an actual photo shoot was planned for Mona’s ‘coming out’ as a nude model. The technical nature of making the plans made it so impersonal that both Mona and Dick got comfortable with the idea that it was quite possible that nobody involved would get excited. There were too many details to remember and work on during the shoot. This would be no string of “amateur” shots. Even Dick would have things to do. He was going to move the lights where they were needed and remove or add anything from the scene that would enhance it.

“Okay!” said Bob. “I think that covers it.”

“I’m famished,” said Mona. “Can we do lunch before we jump into this?”

“Sure,” said Bob. “A lot of restaurants deliver now, trying to stay in business.”

“That sounds good,” said Mona. “We haven’t been able to afford things like that for months.”

“What about Covid?” asked Dick. “Can that contaminate food?”

“The CDC says it’s transmitted by respiratory contact,” said Megan. “They say you can’t get it from opening doors and all that, as long as you wash your hands correctly. You’d think that, to stay in business, restaurants would really enforce hand washing with their employees.”

“So whoever among us who receives the food washes his or her hands after it’s out of the sack, or whatever, so the delivery person’s germs, which will only be on the outside, are dispensed with.” Megan looked around. “We ordered pizza like that a while back and nobody got sick.”

“I’m for it,” said Dick. “I gotta say, though, I’m pretty sure that everybody is going to get this virus sooner or later.”

“People are still dying, but at a much slower rate,” said Bob. “I’m hearing more and more about people who get it and survive it.”

“And I’ve heard that once you get it you’re immune after that, so you can go anywhere and do anything,” said Dick.

“Let’s not get sick on purpose just to test your theory,” said Mona.

They called in an order and, forty-five minutes later they were eating burgers and fries, with soft drinks included. Megan received it and held the bag open so Mona could reach in and take everything out. Bob got a bottle of rubbing alcohol and used a cotton ball to swab the outside of the cups. The empty bag got wadded up and thrown in the trash.

Then everybody washed their hands and sat down to eat.

“I still can’t believe how good that hamburger was,” sighed Dick. “And the fries were to die for, too.”

“You never know how important something is until you no longer have it,” said Bob.

“Something Covid has taught us all,” said Dick.

Megan came out of the dressing room and approached the men.

“Okay. I put some makeup on her and she has on the outfit we chose. She’s really nervous, though, so don’t say something stupid.”

“Like what?” asked Dick.

“Like how she’s stacked like a brick shithouse,” said Megan.

“First of all, she’s not. She has nice handfuls. Second, I’d never say something that crude to my wife.”

“Good. You’re supposed to go get her and escort her to the set.”

“Got it!” said the new model’s husband.

He went to the dressing room and went inside. There was no ceiling on that space, so both Bob and Megan heard Mona say, “Stop! You’ll mess up my makeup!”

“I forgot to tell him not to do anything stupid,” said Megan.

Mona Penwillow was thirty-three and had been smart enough to keep herself in good shape, both before and after she had a child. She and Dick walked regularly, and she did sit-ups and pushups as well. She even had a little habit she did while doing the pushups. She recited a saying she’d learned when she was twelve, and an older girl showed her how to do a “pushup” in the air. She started by going down, during which she said, “We must.” She did that twice and then, in time with her movement, she finished, “We must increase our bust.”

If Dick was around while she was doing this, he usually said, “I like your bust the way it is.”

She always ignored him.

Her figure was more full than when she was in her twenties, but she looked healthy. She was a solid 34, 24, 35 and bought her clothes with that in mind. She had brown hair that fell two or three inches below her shoulder blades and an oval face. Her “nice handfuls”, as Dick called them, were capped with brown areolas, about the size of a quarter, and nipples the same color which had never gone flat after she nursed Josh. Sometimes they looked erect, even when they weren’t. She didn’t know it, but she had the perfect face and body for what she was about to do.

The “image” Mona was going to be photographed in was a woman who wasn’t in her teens or twenties, but also didn’t look “mature.” To that end, she was wearing something her skinny, less padded sisters couldn’t pull off. She had on a black, lace bustier that covered her abdomen and had straps built in, like a garter belt. Those straps were fastened to black stockings and she had on red spike heels that went with red accents on the bustier. That bustier supported her breasts and covered them with a lace mesh that was held in place with Velcro tabs. That mesh could be removed and the breasts would then be bare. Megan had done her hair and gotten it “big”. It was stiff with hair spray, but it was what they wanted. Her makeup was applied sparingly. Black G-string panties which had the same decoration as the bra completed the outfit.

The overall look was of a soccer mom who wanted to look good for her hubby.

Later, she’d look like that soccer mom trying to arouse the man she cheated on her husband with.

“I can’t do this,” she moaned.

Bob walked up to her. In the heels she stood tall enough that their eyes were almost level.

“You look so good I want to eat you,” he said, softly. “You’re going to make a lot of money, Mona. You can do whatever you want to do because you’re in charge.”

“And if I want to cheat on Dick?” she panted.

“It won’t be cheating if I say it’s okay,” said Dick, who had slipped up behind her. “Baby, the outfit you did those other pictures in was the first time you wore something that sexy and suddenly, the wife I loved was even better. You told me you felt free when you posed. That’s why I wanted you to do this. I want you to feel like the whole world belongs to you.”

“You want the money,” she said.