Chapter 3: The First Photo Shoot

While Kayla’s pervy Uncle Sid was busy doing Kayla’s BFF Sam, Kayla was walking nearly 2 miles from the trailer park to Dean’s house in the better part of town. She had left at 1pm, to make sure she was not late for the 2pm appointment with Mr. Dean for her photo shoot. She had a lot of time to think about the appointment for a photo shoot, and her little pussy was getting wet as she thought about fucking some older men. Kayla had really enjoyed the hard fucking from her Uncle Sid, but knew she couldn’t fuck him on a regular basis, because her mom, Sid’s sister would surely find out. The best solution for a horny teen who preferred older men was to keep finding new ones willing to fuck barely legal girls.

She had spent the morning with her BFF Sam giggling and trying on clothes, just to make sure she had a couple of hot and sexy outfits to wear during the photo shoot, and something cute to wear to the appointment so that she made a good first impression on Mr. Dean. Neither girl really knew what was appropriate for a photo shoot, so they picked clothes that they knew would be appealing to the sort of old guys that lived at the trailer park, and their teenage friends at their working-class high school. Kayla had a small backpack with a sexy little bikini in bright lime green, a skimpy dress made of a stretchy jersey fabric and a couple of pairs of panties, in case she needed a clean pair. She also packed her usual uniform: a pair of tiny, worn-out cut-off jeans, and a cotton crop-top with the word “princess” printed across the top. What Kayla knew, but didn’t tell her BFF Sam, was that she suspected the “talent scout” was just a dirty old perv trying to get some teen pussy. And Kayla figured she would flip the script, and while she got off fucking some older men, she’d make the old guys pay her for her sexual services.

What she decided to wear to the shoot, and for the long walk to Dean’s house, was a sexy schoolgirl outfit- more of a costume than what a teenager would actually wear to school. In fact, it was a costume, bought for Halloween at the thrift store. The outfit consisted of a super short- about ten inches total length- pleated grey plaid skirt, that flared out from her narrow waist and just over the bubble of her cute ass. It barely covered her tight butt cheeks. Under the skirt, she had put on a pair of almost transparent white chiffon panties; a pair she had found in the $2 sale bin for at Victoria’s Secret. She and Sam had giggled when she put them on after Sam pointed at them and told Kayla: “You can see your pussy slit and even your pubes through those panties ... omigod, they are completely see-through!”

Kayla had looked down and laughed, and said, “Well, so what? I’m guessing the photographer is gonna see my pussy at some point during the photo shoot anyway, might as well give him a little tease, huh?”

“Those are so dirty, Kayla,” Sam said, “I can’t believe you are gonna wear those see-through panties all the way over to Mr. Dean’s house ... What if somebody sees you on the way?”

“I’m wearin’ a skirt over the panties, silly,” Kayla replied. She didn’t mention that the skirt was short enough that the see-through panties would be pretty much on full display.

The costume top was a classic white poplin cotton schoolgirl button-up shirt, with tails that tied just under her boobs. Of course, Kayla wore no bra, training or otherwise, under the top. She certainly didn’t need a bra with her firm outward thrust tits, but a bra might have helped conceal the pointy, bright pink nipples that tried to poke through the thin cotton top. She had tied the bottom half of the shirt under her tits in a cute knot, somewhat squeezing her firm breasts together to create more cleavage, and leaving the shirt open from her neck to where the shirt was tied. Worn this way, instead of looking like a modest schoolgirl, she looked more like a stripper preparing to slide on a pole.

Finally, to set off her look, and make her look more like the tall skinny models the girls had seen in magazines, Kayla had found a pair of tall, high-heeled strap-on sandals, with five-inch heels that made the 5’ 7” teenager appear to be 6 feet tall, and skinnier than she was. The heels also made her little butt thrust out from under the skirt and gave her thighs and calves sexy, firm muscle tone, when she walked in the heels. She didn’t wear the heels for the walk to Mr. Dean’s house but threw them in the backpack, so she could strap them on just before going inside, or in the lobby.

The girls agreed that Kayla looked pretty sexy and that she would make a great impression on old Dean Madden the talent scout, when she showed up at his studio/ house. Sam told Kayla to call her as soon as the photo shoot was over, or even better, she would wait for her at Kayla’s house.

It was this outfit that Kayla’s pervy Uncle Sid had seen Kayla wearing as she left her trailer and headed down the road to her photo shoot appointment. No wonder Sid got turned on when he showed up and saw his cute niece as she left her trailer and gave him a big hug in the sexy schoolgirl costume.

It’s no wonde3r he got turned on and quickly seduced naive Sam in Kayla’s trailer.

It was hot and muggy that afternoon, and by the time Kayla got to Dean’s street she was hot and sweaty, and her hair, still the bright orange she had dyed it for the concert, was stringy and sticking to her head and neck in dark orange clumps. Sweat dripped from her chin, and the thin cotton of the poplin shirt had become semi-transparent where it stuck to the hot flesh of her firm tits and revealed her pointy nipples. More rivulets of sweat dripped down her taut tummy, into the waistband of the short schoolgirl skirt. And unfortunately, the synthetic chiffon material of the see-through panties, though thin, had made her little pussy even hotter and sweatier than it was from her fantasizing about sex on the long walk. The additional moisture from her sweating made the already obscene panties even more lewd, as they stuck to her slit, and adhered to the ginger-furred mound of her young pussy.

The teenager walked up to the door, took a moment to take out the very high heels, slid them on her feet, and wobbled as she strapped them into place. She then rang the bell, and waited, wobbly and sweating, on the porch of Dean’s house.

When he answered, she gave him a big smile, and said brightly, “Hi, Mr. Dean! I’m Kayla, Sam’s friend. I’m here for my photo shoot!”

Dean’s mouth dropped when he saw the slutty teen, dressed like she was ready to give a lap dance, standing on his porch. He looked around to see if anyone else had seen the slutty youngster and then invited her in quickly.

“Come in, my dear,” Dean said, taking her hand and pulling her gently inside, “You look a little hot out there! Let’s get you cooled off before we go to the studio!”

As the erotically dressed teenager passed in front of him, Dean could not help notice that the girl was dripping with sweat, and that her thin cotton shirt was sticking to her back, shoulders and braless tits. Her tiny skirt barely covered her ass, and her long lean legs were likewise glistening with sweat. He put his hand on her lean waist, and it slid almost immediately down over her bony hip, where the little schoolgirl skirt rode low across her midsection. Looking down over her back as she passed in front of him, he saw her tramp stamp, the word “Naughty” with scrolls on both sides. Driplets of sweat ran over the tattoo and pooled in her cute butt dimples.

Dean’s cock stiffened immediately as he saw the word “naughty” and, holding her hip, he leaned over a bit to see her tits better, and to inhale the scent of her sweaty body. He noted the unmistakable scent of teen pussy as well. The girl didn’t push him away as his hand rested on her sweaty hip, his fingers pressing against the front of the tiny skirt, over her tummy where her taut flesh disappeared into the skirt.

“Sorry I’m so hot and sweaty,” Kayla said, as she stood in front of Dean, and felt the man’s hand on her sweaty hip. Kayla looked back at Dean, turning her head to look over her shoulder at the older man, smiling as she looked back. From where he stood behind her, and slightly above her, he looked down on the firm swells of her boobs, glistening with sweat. The thin cotton shirt stuck lewdly to the lower halves of the firm titties. As she looked back, she suddenly pretended to lose her balance in the heels she was not used to wearing, and fell backward against the older man.

“Ooops,” Kayla squealed as she slid back and her feet slid forward, and her lush body fell back against Dean. Dean had no choice but to reach forward and put his arms around the slim torso of the wobbling teenager, as she slid down in front of him. As she slid, his arms and hands ended up sliding over her sweat-slicked ribcage, under the knotted shirt and ended up cupping the firm and sweaty mounds of her firm teen boobs.

As she regained her composure, Kayla felt Dean’ s hands on her tits and just smiled and said: “Thanks for catchin’ me Mr. Dean ... It’s a good thing you’re nice and strong.”

He released his grip on her tits once he had her back in a standing position, but he put his arm around her, and let his hand lightly cup her tit, as he escorted her into the studio down the hall.

“I’ll just hold on to you here, to keep you from falling, Kayla,” Dean said, as he walked alongside her, her hip bumping up against him with each step in the tall heels.

“Thanks, Mr. Dean,” Kayla said innocently as she leaned in and allowed him to finger her tit. “I’m not too used to wearin’ high heels, ya know.”

Inside the studio room, the photographer was already setting up. He was a good-looking blond guy of about 25, with long hair, and he wore a pair of tight black pants and a white shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest. His back was turned when they entered the room, and Kayla first noticed his firm buns in the tight pants. She felt her pussy tingle when she saw him. It looked like she might get to fuck two older guys this afternoon, if she played her cards right.

Dean introduced the photographer as they walked in. “This is Guy, and he’ll be taking the pictures for your portfolio, Kayla. He’s quite good at what he does ... all you have to do is take direction from him and do whatever he tells you to do. Got it?”

Guy turned to look at his model, and even though he was used to seeing beautiful women he rarely saw girls as erotic and sexy as this teenager, dressed like a slutty stripper. Kayla was wobbling somewhat awkwardly in a pair of high heels that she was obviously not used to wearing, and she smiled at him when he turned to look at her. He smiled, and looked her up and down, noting that she appeared sweaty and disheveled from her fall. When she extended her hand to shake his, he could not miss that her sexy firm tits were almost completely bared over the top of the schoolgirl shirt she wore tied together under the prominent tits.

Dean indicated a plain armless chair in the center of the room.

“Have a seat here, and Guy can explain what kinds of pictures he’ll take and you can tell him what other outfits you brought for him to photograph for your portfolio,” Dean said helpfully. Dean and Guy sat in two upright chairs facing the one that Kayla sat down in.

When Kayla sat down in the low chair the super-high heels pushed her knees up well above her midsection, and a lady would have crossed one leg over the other to avoid letting the men look up her skirt and see her panties. But Kayla was not a lady, she was teen who liked showing off her hot body, so once she sat down, she let her legs spread just a bit, allowing both men to look under the super-short skirt that rested on her upper thighs, and see the panties that she wore under the skirt. And because the panties were see-through, and were now soaked with sweat, they could also see what was under the panties, her teen mound split by the slit of her pussy surrounded by a light thatch of reddish-brown pubic hair.