Early for her appointment to pose in her boyfriend’s studio, Aurélie let herself in. She couldn’t resist a quick look at his laptop, which was sitting open. On the screen was a picture of a young woman sitting naked on a chair, leaning back, her legs straight up. Surely Alex can’t expect me to pose like this, Aurélie thought, but she knew that of course such a pose would meet his secret desires. In fact, looking at the image, Aurélie’s pulse quickened. Okay, it wouldn’t hurt to try it out. Just in case...

A moment later Aurélie was naked, and a moment after that she was sitting in a chair almost the twin of the one in the photograph. It was only then Aurélie had a horrible thought. What if the picture were not something Alex had found on the internet but one he’d taken himself. How could anyone be so immodest, she thought, but she knew that of course many young women would be so immodest, especially with such a handsome young man as Alex intent on every aspect of their poise and beauty. Well, she’d show him. She’d show them. She’d show them all. Aurélie lifted her legs straight up over her head. She was about to tuck her head into a full jackknife position when the studio door opened.

If it had been only Alex, Aurélie might have bluffed her way out of most of her embarrassment...

“Mom!” Aurélie gasped.

“Aurélie?” Aurélie’s mom said at the same instant.

Instantly Aurélie snapped herself out of her awkward pose and off the chair, stumbled to her feet, and brought the chair in front of her. She looked at her mom with disbelief. She looked at her boyfriend Alex standing there next to her mom as if paralyzed.

“What are you doing here?” Aurélie asked.

“Come to see you, of course,” her mom said. “And why are you hiding behind that chair?”

“I ... I...” Aurélie sputtered.

“It’s not as if I haven’t seen you naked before,” Mom continued. “And that chair doesn’t really hide much. Now why don’t you come out from there and give your mom a hug. Or, wait ... I get it. Photography. Of course. And you behind that chair would make a pretty picture. Well, pretty isn’t the exact right word. Erotic? Yes, definitely erotic. And here’s the camera, all mounted on its tripod, aimed, set up, and ready to go.”

Aurélie’s mom stepped behind the camera. Looked through the viewfinder. “It’s a nice one,” she said. “Nikon. I approve. I’ve heard excellent things about this lens. 70-300. Zoomed all the way it could see every hair on your cunny slit, not that there are any. Oh, don’t look so abashed, sweetie. Your cunny slit is beautiful. You are my beauty. Now hold still. I wouldn’t want your clit to blur. Just kidding. I have it at 70. That should get all of you.”

There was the faint click of the electronic shutter.

“This is so exciting,” Auré’s mom said. “I wish I’d had a camera like this when you were small. Changing film was such a nuisance. Maybe not so much a nuisance as changing your diapers. You had the cutest bare butt. You still do.”