Chapter 1

Three years ago, I established my photography business. I spread my business across weddings, Christenings, portrait photography, and graduations, keeping me busy.

I enjoyed my work, and my studio, which comprised two spacious rooms in my apartment, had the best lighting of any photography studio in the city.

My life changed again in January of this year. I had a friend who had been at college with me who’d set up a studio in London.

He had a client who ran an online women’s fashion business, and he had done some photography work for them; however, his own business was so busy that he couldn’t take on any more clients.

He wondered if I’d be interested in taking over from him; he told me it was lucrative, and I would only work to provide pictures for the Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter collections. The quality was excellent, and it consisted entirely of lingerie.

My friend Charlie had done the Spring collection, apart from the mature models, who were over 50 years old. He told me he could find models easily by advertising on supermarket notice boards.

It wasn’t as though you needed supermodels; tall, attractive, voluptuous women from their late teens to sixty-year-olds were required. The majority were happy to do it, as the pay rate was reasonable.

Charlie messaged me back with the tracking number of the box he was sending, he also wrote, “Barry, the Spring collection is all in a yellow bag, use any of these for your mature model, a good tip is to get them to pose in a smaller cup size so their breasts spill out of their bras, the secret is to sell more bras and lingerie.”

“You’ll need to find a lot of models, as the owner doesn’t want to see the same faces in every collection. I’ve informed him you’ll take over from me, and I’ve provided him with your email address.

He’s a good guy; he’ll ask for your PayPal account and will forward you a retainer. I’ve attached some pictures of my best lingerie shots.”

“Print them out and frame them, show them to any new models, and they’ll know how to pose. I’ve been working with him for eighteen months and have had no problems with his finances. Barry, if you have any issues, please don’t hesitate to get in touch. Good luck, Charlie.”

Charlie had also attached a copy of his supermarket advert for models, which covered all ages from eighteen upwards. I changed it by adding my website, email, and mobile number, and stated that I was looking for a mature lingerie model as soon as possible.

At ten the next morning, Charlie’s package arrived; it was huge, and the lingerie and bras were of the highest quality. I needed somewhere to store it all; I had a couple of coat racks, which, with coat hangers, I could use to store a lot of items. My first job was grouping the larger cup sizes into their respective sizes.

I went to a shop to buy coat hangers and found a second-hand one with two rails and a cover, which I purchased at a cheap price. I now had no storage problem, and selecting the different cup and chest sizes was so easy.

I visited five supermarkets at eight this morning, all of which were in excellent areas, and two were near the university. It was now three in the afternoon, and I hadn’t received a single response.

Charlie had told me this could take time, and I was still worried that I didn’t have a mature model to photograph, and Mr Wang had transferred a two-thousand-pound retainer to me this morning.

Six months ago, I’d taken a passport photograph of a tall, voluptuous woman. A couple of months later, she came back for four pictures for her social media profile; she was full-busted and could be an ideal lingerie model.

She’d sent me a WhatsApp message thanking me for the gorgeous pictures I’d taken of her, and I remembered her name was Jo.

I sent her a message: “Hi Jo, I hope all is well with you. I hope you remember me, I’m Barry Cooper, the photographer who took your passport and some other pictures for you. I’m now working in fashion photography and am seeking a mature model for an online middle-class retail shop.”

“I hope you don’t mind my contacting you directly to see if you’d be interested in this work? Kind regards, Barry.”

It surprised me how quickly Jo responded. Her reply read, “Hi Barry, what a pleasant surprise to hear from you. When I was eighteen, I did some modelling work, so I have a little experience. I have a full-time job; I’m the clinic manager at Dr May Hall’s Clinic.”

“What type of fashion would you like me to model for you? My late husband passed away five years ago, leaving me widowed. I’d be interested in a part-time job.”

“Barry, I felt so relaxed when you took my photographs. I’m sure we could work well together. Look forward to hearing from you, kind regards, Jo.”

I replied, “Thanks, Jo, I enjoyed working with you too. You’re an exquisite woman, and I could capture that beauty on my camera. Currently, I am looking for a mature lingerie model; the quality is of the highest standard.”

“I believe they will introduce several lines of clothing later this year, but I don’t have the exact date yet. Would you be interested in modelling some very nice lingerie?”

“If you are, then perhaps you could call by my studio, where you can see the garments and we can discuss things more fully? Kind regards, Barry.”

Jo replied, “That’s a good idea, Barry. Is this evening good for you, as I could be with you around seven? I’ve no problem with modelling lingerie, I’ve huge breasts, a flat stomach, curvy hips and long legs.”

“I know you’ll take wonderful pictures of me. My daughter Cathy has a boyfriend, and he’s taking her out for dinner tonight. Hope seven is good for you? Kind regards, Jo.”

I was happy about seven, as that would give me a chance to print all of Charlie’s pictures and frame a few of them, which I could show to Jo; then she’d know the poses I wanted.

I replied, “Super Jo, seven is great for me. I’ll explain what’s involved, you can see the quality of the garments, we can make it low-key this evening and have a nice glass of wine as we have our chat, see you at seven, Barry.”

I had thirty of Charlie’s pictures printed out.

My phone beeped. I had a message from Jo, it read, “Hi Barry, I’ve been thinking that I have several suspender belts and stockings. Would you like me to bring them tonight? I’m getting quite excited about tonight, regards Jo.”

I smiled as I replied, thinking I could gently hint at what we’d be doing tonight.

I replied, “Thanks, Jo, we won’t need your harness, though I’m sure that you would look great in it. We offer our own silk, self-supporting stockings, which can be mixed and matched with the lingerie you’ll be wearing.”

“Do you have any high heels you could bring, as that would help? One thing I should mention is that there are several crotchless teddies, Basques and Bodysuits. The thongs and G-strings are quite skimpy.”

“The last thing we need in a lingerie shoot is a hairy pussy. If you’re nice and smooth, that would be much appreciated. I’ll explain everything when you get here. Regards, Barry.”