Chapter 1

Abby knew that Brad had to concentrate on his performance at the Senators’ rookie camp. She left it up to him to call or text when he could. Brenda had recorded and downloaded several videos of Brad, Abby, and them singing in a duet on Youtube. The comments were very favourable, with many saying how lovely her voice was. A few remarked on how beautiful she looked, and some commented on her sexy-looking body, saying that she could easily be a model.

She began to wonder if she could have a limited singing career and still be married to Brad and his potential hockey career. If she were to make a song demo, she knew she’d need a selection of photos to accompany it. She thought of using Frank, who did her wedding pictures, but knew he’d want to fuck her, and she likely wouldn’t stop him.

Abby decided to answer a university ad posted for an amateur photographer looking for people to pose for him. She spoke with Scott, remarking that that was her dad’s name. He would charge her 100 dollars for professional-looking pictures. She wanted to surprise Brad with her new pictures.

Abby smiled as the door opened to a handsome-looking boy about her age. “Hi, I’m Abby Hayward; are you Scott?”

“Yes, nice to meet you, Abby,” he said, offering his hand. He escorted her to the basement of his parents’s home, where a large room painted an off-white met her eyes. She couldn’t help looking at Scott, his slender physique, and a glance at the bulge in his shorts.

He admired Abby’s slender figure in a top that showed some cleavage and blue jeans that looked painted on her. Scott introduced her to Kenny, who was his lighting assistant. Scott showed her the various pieces of equipment he uses. The only furniture was a chair, a love seat, and a couch.

“I didn’t know what you’d need me to wear for my pictures, so I brought a button-up top, a pair of shorts, and my mini skirt. I even brought my thong bikini if needed for sexy pictures without looking slutty.”

“We could start with you staying in your jeans, then progress to you in your shorts, then your skirt. I can imagine how beautiful you’ll look in anything you wear.”

“My husband says I’d look sexy wearing a potato sack.”

“You seem quite young for being married.”

“My Brad is a gorgeous hunk of a man, and I didn’t want to lose him to another woman. He also saved my life.”

“He’s a very lucky guy to have a sexy-looking wife like you.”

“We have fun trying to wear each other out. Do you have pictures of other girls who’ve posed for you?”

“Yes, I can show you some.”

Scott sat close beside Abby, their upper thighs touching. He glanced at her side profile—a very nice hint of breast contained in a delicate lace bra. Her long brunette hair hung between her shoulder blades in a loose ponytail.

“Very nice pictures; some even look quite erotic.”

“A few women have asked to show some deep cleavage or high thigh for pictures for their husband or boyfriend.”

“What is the minimum age for women or girls to pose for you?”

“Fourteen, with a parent’s consent, usually the mother. A few moms have watched us take pictures of their daughters and usually end up posing for us too, much to our enjoyment,” Scott recalled.

Abby noticed that several women showed quite a lot of deep cleavage and high legs. She smiled as she felt Scott looking down her top. “I have to get personal and ask you for your measurements for your information.”

“I’m five-foot-four and weigh 105. My measurements are 32-25-34.”’

“Very nice, very slender, and compact.”

“You should see me in my thong bikini. It shows more skin than my bra and panties, when I do wear them.”

“I look forward to it very much!”

“I bet you do,” she smiled.

“Everything is all set up, Scott,” Kenny said. They stood, and Abby could see the obvious bulge in Scott’s shorts.

“Shall we begin?”