Chapter 4

Andrew sat there shaking his head. His friend Elspeth Robertson, under her alias of Ursula Schmidt, had a fan club. How had it got to this point? Maggie and Tony were watching him.

“It does seem bizarre, doesn’t it?”

Andrew nodded at Maggie’s contention.

“But it all goes back to what you told us, what was it, three years ago? Lots of people have the fantasies but nobody does it. Or at least very few people do it. Tony is a successful glamour photographer because he didn’t try and only shoot nudes. It is only a tiny number of people that can go through with it. And for models Ursula’s size it is probably only a handful. Look at the Page 3 women. The Sun is selling 4 million copies a day, so more than 20 million copies a week. But there are what? 100 women, probably not even that many. The difference in numbers between who looks at the pictures versus who models for the pictures is immense. Every Sun is probably read by more than just the person who bought it. Every day up to 10 million people know what the woman’s tits look like. 10 million to one. Those are crazy odds. Now the magazines that Ursula has been published in have nothing like that circulation but the same principle applies. I have no idea how many they sell, let’s say 100,000 as an example. That is 100,000 men that have looked at her body, that bought the magazine because they like woman that shape. How many letters did you get Tony?”

“A lot. Probably a couple of hundred.”

Maggie did the calculation.

“It is still only a fifth of one percent. And she has been published several times. Going forward she is likely to get at least 100 letters an issue.”

Andrew sat there, bemused at this unexpected issue.

“Do you have any thoughts?”

“Elspeth was excited, flattered and freaked out, all at the same time. A lot will depend on what she wants to do. You?”

For years in his teens Andrew had been a member of a couple of fan clubs, the bands Genesis and then later Marillion. It had been how he had been able to get tickets for some of the gigs he had gone to. Now he was thinking about Ursula Schmidt’s fan club. Or at least the possibility. Something to talk with her about the next day.

“I will hear what she has to say. What do other models do? In Britain I mean.”

“They all have agents and all the letters are forwarded to them.”

Andrew had an agent, although he never got any fan mail from her.

“So we should set Ursula up with an agent?”

“That is one of the things that I was thinking of. I wondered about getting a small law firm to act as the agent. All the mail can go to them and then they forward it to Mierheuning in Maastricht to send to me.”

“It all seems very complicated.”

“It is. But it is necessary so that Elspeth can stay anonymous.”

Throughout all the conversations Maggie had been sitting on the stool, relaxed and chatting away but totally naked. Andrew could see that she loved the terrace.

“Okay I will talk to Elspeth tomorrow and see what she wants to do. Let’s put that aside. How was today for you two?”

Tony reached out and squeezed Maggie’s hand.

“This morning was almost an anticlimax after all the talk yesterday. Sure it was fun but it was too sudden I think. Maybe it was nothing more than it 5.00 in the bleeding morning. Plus it was different knowing that Ara and Suzanne knew about what we had done and were going to do. It was a change. But then the walk here was perfect, wasn’t it?”

Maggie smiled at Tony’s question.

“Everything about this weekend has been different. Two more people knowing, which I think will be great for all three of us, combined with being in a new city. I have walked about in Edinburgh similarly dressed but it was different. Just something as simple as waiting at a light to cross the road. I was more conscious of the people around me. I felt that everyone knew that I was naked under the coat. But at the same time I knew it was all in my head. So I got a delicious thrill out of it. I don’t know that you have to do something like get us up early to be on the first Tube. That was fun but a fraction of the thrill that I got from walking through Mayfair to the studio.”

“So you don’t want to do outdoor shoots down here?”

“I don’t know. What are you thinking?”

“Well I went for my usual run when we got back to the house. I run round Green Park so there are views in all directions, including Buckingham Palace. St. James Park and Hyde Park are right there as well. I doubt that you could pose naked but opening your coat for a quick flash is possible. The other one I was thinking about was hiring a boat and getting you to pose as we went up and down the Thames. The parks wouldn’t be so early but would still be before the tourist rush. The boat would depend on the tides and could be at any time of the day.”

“Would they let us hire a boat?”

Andrew smiled a wicked smile.

“I was going to ask around and see if I could find an old widower. An ex-Navy man perhaps. He would skipper the boat, well when he wasn’t looking over his shoulder.”

Tony’s smirk matched Andrew’s own. Maggie’s smile topped them both.

“You are a terrible man Andrew McLeod. I suggest you get back downstairs while I show my husband how much I hate the idea.”

It was another 30 minutes before Maggie came down the stairs. She sat down beside Andrew and kissed him on the cheek.

“You are a freak Andrew, a complete freak. You know exactly how to appeal to me. You are going to have two lodgers if you are not careful.”

They went upstairs and Andrew and Tony removed the windbreak and the stands and took them down to the studio. They were on the terrace checking there was nothing left when Andrew had a thought.

“I wonder how difficult, and how expensive, it is to get that one way glass like you see in the movies.”

Maggie and Tony looked confused.

“Rather than a windbreak maybe I could get a couple of panels of one way glass installed. Wouldn’t you like to look out while you were posing?”

Tony got there half a second before Maggie. Both looked horrified at the idea. So much so that it was 20 seconds before they stopped snogging and feeling each other up.

“I think we are going to squat in your upstairs bedroom.”

Andrew locked up and they headed down to the street. Suddenly the rest of the world re-intruded into their consciousness. In two blocks they were in the middle of Saturday afternoon shoppers on Regent Street. Andrew couldn’t hear what Tony was whispering to Maggie but he could guess. It was just over half a mile back to the house and it didn’t take long. The three of them separated without a word upon their arrival. Once Tony and Maggie were on their way upstairs Andrew opened his bedroom door. Both Ara and Suzanne were naked on top of the duvet lying chatting beside each other. Suzanne’s bum mildly pink all over. They looked round in surprise and then bounced up.

“How was it?”

They stripped him of his clothes and the three of them climbed into bed, Ara lying on Andrew.

“Come on, tell us.”

Andrew talked through the whole session, the four rolls of film in the studio and then the four rolls up on the terrace. Having a naked Ara lying on him had an inevitable impact and she shuffled around and impaled herself as he explained.

“Was it different?”

Andrew pondered Suzanne’s question.

“Not really for me. It was for Maggie and Tony though, at first. But the walk over to the studio really got Maggie worked up. A lot of the time we did a shoot and it was almost automatic. For the first time it felt calculated. It wasn’t bad just different. But then the walk over to the studio changed all that and then it went back to being normal. The shoots on the chaise were really hot but Maggie loves outdoor shoots. We were up on the terrace and it was perfect. I shot four rolls and then left them to it. When Tony finally came down and got me we sat up there and chatted. That worked so well that I was banished to the studio for a second time. Overall it was different but it is the start of the new normal. And the studio and terrace work perfectly. The walk is barely half a mile so it is the perfect length to fire up Maggie’s imagination.”

Ara and Andrew had been gently fucking as he talked.

“What will it be like for us?”

Suzanne looked like she was ready to push Ara off Andrew. He leaned over and kissed her, his hand caressing her bum. She pulled him closer as their tongues duelled. When he finished Ara kissed her as well, her hand squeezing Suzanne’s bum making Suzanne groan as they kissed. Andrew wallowed in feelings of love and contentment. Finally the two of them broke apart and looked at him. Ara’s hips had not stopped moving throughout the kissing and Andrew could feel her slickness running over his balls.

“Sorry we got distracted there for a second. Our shoots?”

“I think our shoots will be very different. First, we are not Tony, Maggie and I and we are not copying what the three of us do. And we will try lots of things, try lots of different ways of doing things, all of that. Plus I have been photographing Maggie for years, and it has taken all that time to get to where we are now. The three of us are not going to be that comfortable instantly. And our desires, your desires, are different to Maggie’s. Do you know why I was sent down a second time from the terrace. I talked about finding out if I could get that one way glass you see on TV shows, that you see in the police interrogation scenes. I talked to her, to them, about making a screen with that glass so that Maggie could look out as she posed. But that is her trigger. With us it will be very different.”

Andrew thought about it for another moment.

“You have talked about wanting to model for me, so in that sense it will be your thing. I love the idea of having no idea what is going to happen, how you are going to be dressed, whether it is one of you or both of you. Things like that. Regardless of the scenario we know how it is going to end up. Exactly like we are right now. So at least half the time you will be in control, it will be your creativity that will drive the shoot.”

Andrew put his hands on Ara’s hips and fucked her harder. Suzanne leaned in and kissed her nipples and Ara keened and came from the combined stimulation. Suzanne let her slide between her and Andrew and then hopped over Ara and onto Andrew’s still erect dick. She sank down onto him and groaned as his hands found her pink cheeks.

“Harder.”

Andrew gave her a gentle smack and she purred.

“Oh I have been much naughtier than that.”

Andrew smiled and kissed her. Ara snuggled in beside him.

“The rest of the time it will be me directing the shoots, setting out what we are going to do.”

Suzanne’s hips increased their cadence.

“For instance I would love to photograph the two of you when Ara is punishing you for being naughty. Rolls of film as you stand there as she makes all her preparations. Trying to capture the moment of impact, chronicle the change in colour of your bum.”