Chapter 12: Production

I COULDN’T SPEND as much time with every girl in the class of ‘69 as I had with Rae. We were getting as many as five appointments a day as we reached the rush to Christmas. I did get to see a lot of naked girls, though not all wanted photos that showed their tits. I worked with them to get exactly what they wanted, which often included how they wanted to be touched or seen.

Ronda, Patricia, Anna, and I were hopping to come up with new ideas and I was happy when Judy showed up Saturday afternoon and pitched in. She was really changing as a result of her time in college. I’d have to say blossoming. She looked sexier than ever, obviously not wearing a bra under her sheer blouse. She worked with the girls to see that they were dressed or undressed the way they wanted.

Of twenty-six girls in the senior class, not all were stellar beauties. Some were a real surprise, though. One girl, Brenda Bell, who had a rather homely face, proved to have an incredible body with gravity-defying breasts and a tight round ass. And she was starved for affection. As soon as I put a hand on her shoulder, she leaned against me and molded herself to me. I sent Judy to the Attic to rummage through Halloween costumes until she found a set of cat ears. Ronda went to work on makeup and smoothed out most of the rough edges. I used the library drop and a comfortable chair, but instead of having her sit in the chair, I played up the cat image and had her perched on it in various positions. Anna hid behind the chair and supported the girl’s back as she curled up on the back of the chair.

It was a beautiful picture and she loved the makeup and pretending she was a cat. She encouraged me to rub her in very intimate ways. “Pet the pussy?” Okay. I gave her the ears and she wore them out of the studio when she left.

Sunday afternoon, I had a real treat when Maggie Smith showed up. I met Maggie at a Halloween party the first year I was in town and had to fish an apple out of her cleavage with my chin. She had huge breasts on a frame that was barely large enough to support them. And her prop as we worked on her pose was an apple.

“It would have been so much easier if you could have used your hands to hold things steady when you were bobbing for my apple,” she teased. I took that as a challenge and held her boobs as I nuzzled into her cleavage to get the apple. Then I took a minute to hold each nipple to my lips as she panted.

“Enjoy the full experience,” she said as I thumbed her nipple. “I’ll be eighteen soon and have already scheduled breast reduction surgery. You’ll be the one I come to afterward to see if you like them as well when there’s a little less of them.”

“I know you said you have backaches. I’m sure reducing the weight on your chest a little will help,” I said, supporting the big boobs for her.

“Yeah. Nice as this is, I haven’t been able to find anyone who will follow me around and carry them for me. Thanks for another great experience, Nate.”

We had four more sessions on Monday and one first thing Tuesday morning. But that was Christmas Eve and we all had to take a break. Of the fourteen Attic Allure sessions we’d had so far, four were guys and ten were girls. The guys were getting into it, and Judy did a great job of helping pose them. They were excited. I think she was, too.

I spent a little time with each of my girlfriends during Christmas Eve Day and we exchanged token presents. Of course, Little Toni got the lion’s share of all the presents for Christmas. I’d picked up three little outfits for her at Marshall Field’s and she looked very stylish. Then I spent the evening with my family for our gift exchange.

There were pictures for everyone. I’d managed to take a new picture of Kat on Thursday after she got out of school and it was very cute. We took it at her easel in the corner of the studio. She wanted Julie to pose for her so it was a picture of her painting a model, but I insisted that Julie had to be clothed for the picture. Mom and Dad were fine with Kat painting nudes, but they didn’t want to have a photograph of her fifteen-year-old model posing nude. It was sweet. I gave Kat a new set of acrylic paints and some canvas boards.

On Christmas Day, Uncle Nate and Aunt Grace came out to spend the day. That was always fun and he spun a few tales of my adventures in Chicago as a freshman. I hadn’t made a big deal about photographing the student protests, but Uncle Nate had collected all the clippings with my photos and gave them to Mom and Dad.

When Nate and Grace left to return to Chicago, I wandered out to visit my girlfriends, starting with Patricia and Toni. I played with the baby and we danced around the Bergs’ living room. Then I headed over to visit Anna and wish her family a Merry Christmas. I was accepted by the Marxes as an adjunct to their daughter and reluctantly as close to a son-in-law as they were likely ever to get. We had cookies and coffee and then I went on to Ronda’s house.

The Mays had decorated as much as was possible and I knew Ronda had been helping whenever she wasn’t in the studio. Lights outlined every edge of their house. A plastic Santa with a light in it waved from the yard. A manger scene was on the other side of the driveway.

“Well, Susan came from a religious background,” Dr. May said of his wife as we sat in the living room which was so brightly lit with Christmas lights that it hurt the eyes. “Her opinion is that Christmas lights should be like the children of Abraham: And I will make thy Christmas lights to multiply as the stars of heaven.”

We all laughed and it looked like even Nora’s dogs were enjoying themselves. I’d brought over the pictures I’d taken of her with the dogs at Thanksgiving and she was a very happy woman. Dr. May prepared a champagne cocktail for each of us that he called a Kir Royale. When we’d each been served, he started a toast that was a long and rather involved poem. I thought perhaps he’d had a few of the drinks before I got there. It was tasty, though, and I reminded myself frequently to just sip the drink and not slug it down. I’d had an occasional drink with Elizabeth’s family, but it wasn’t common for me to have alcohol.

When I was ready to leave, it was past ten and Ronda walked outside with me. A light snow had begun to fall and we stood in the yard and kissed. I couldn’t help but look toward Christine’s house, but it was dark.

“I think they’ll be back for New Year’s,” Ronda said, following my gaze. “I don’t know what to do about seeing her.”

“I have the same feeling. I want to run to her and welcome her home, but I don’t want her to be angry, or to just snub me.”

“That would be the worst. We have a few days to prepare. Drive carefully tomorrow and tell Beth happy birthday from all of us.”

We kissed again and I walked home.

I headed for Chicago Thursday afternoon and got in early enough that I could do some arranging in the studio. The store was busy, but all my assistants had the week off. I wanted everything to be set up perfectly for my very special client on Friday.

I’d brought the mirror ball with me from Tenbrook. I’d be using the black backdrop with the ball providing flecks of light like stars. Against that outer space setting, I’d be using a number of props that would be ridiculous in any other setting. But I’d heard that when the producers of Star Trek were putting together props, they’d used various salt shakers for Dr. McCoy’s medical instruments. I found a vacuum cleaner hose and a flashlight, a box of musical instrument parts—mostly brass—a roll of red cellophane, a fishing rod, a golf club, a couple of spools of ribbon, a motorcycle helmet, and an assortment of jewelry.

Then I went to work on costumes. I needed things that would look like outer space outfits. Fortunately, Star Trek had established that a mini skirt and go-go boots fit that bill, but I needed some slightly more bizarre outfits as well. I found an aluminum hoop about twelve inches across I couldn’t identify a use for, and a parachute harness. I cut and pieced things together, using glue instead of sewing. This only had to last through a few poses and wouldn’t need to go through a lot of action or movement.

When I had assembled everything I thought I could use, I headed out and got a bite to eat before I went to my room. One thing about living in a building in the city was the dormitory didn’t really close. There weren’t many people around, but once you got into the building, you could get to your room and just relax. It was strange to be in the four-person suite by myself, but I knew there were others on the floor. I could smell the weed.

I put visiting a tobacconist I’d passed on my list of things to do this weekend. I was thinking about getting a pipe. I didn’t want to get started smoking cigarettes, but I liked the smell of a pipe and thought I’d try one out.

“Starr, it’s wonderful to see you again,” I said when Beth entered the studio. She curtseyed. She was a model today and I was going to give her the full treatment. I took her makeup kit and kissed her hand, taking her behind the privacy screen. She looked around at what I’d collected.

“Uh ... Interesting stuff here. No audience this time?” she giggled.

“Not exactly true,” I said. She looked alarmed. “They will be unobtrusive and will be seated back against the wall. And if it makes a difference, the audience today will be all women. Just three.”

“You’re sure it’s okay, Nate?” she asked. I gave her a hug. “Okay. What’s first?”

“Well, I see you’ve jumped ahead in one sense,” I laughed, tilting her face from side to side. She had already applied the simple triangle beneath her left eye.

“I’ve been thinking of having it tattooed there,” she said. “What do you think?”

“I won’t rush to condemn the idea, but hope you will consider the long-term effect of having it tattooed. It would eliminate the separation of your stage identity and your personal identity. Many actresses seek to have a level of anonymity when they are not ‘on.’ Perhaps that doesn’t affect you.”

“Oh, that was well done. You’re right. I have a lot of fun with this, but a permanent mark would eliminate my ability to separate my two identities. I guess I’ll just keep going with the makeup for a while. Can we get a couple of good promo shots before we start doing real artsy stuff?”

“Sure. That’s always a good place to start. You want the makeup for your promo?” I asked.

“Yes, since I will be in character. Do you like my hair? There’s more than last year.”

“I do like it. And I like the curls. It’s both fun and sexy. Let’s put you on the stool and start with a couple poses for your portrait. Since you are promoting the funny side, we’ll try a few different expressions.” I moved a light to give her more backlight without activating the mirror ball. “Here, let’s shift you to the left. I think we’ll want some bare shoulder shots as well as the fully clothed.”

“I don’t intend to perform nude. But I do like to look sexy.”

We got right into posing and turning. And I did get her top off, but didn’t need to remove the bra. We just lowered the straps. Of course, I made sure the exposed skin was well-massaged. She had a couple of standard smile and serious expressions and then we went into some more off-the-wall expressions, working with surprise, laughter, and horror. She had a very expressive face.

“Now, we’re going to do our outer space set,” I said.

“Outer space? Do I get to float?”

“We’ll figure out a way to get that effect. Let’s go get into your first costume.”

The first costume was the aluminum hoop over her head and resting on her shoulders. I’d attached it to a knit shirt that might have been a little small for her. It left her midriff bare. I had her in tights and made sure her nipples were tenting out the knit fabric. I got her into position and lit up the mirror ball to cast stars on the backdrop. I gave her the vacuum hose, which I’d cut off and attached a handle to. Then I turned on the flashlight and inserted it into the hose so it shone out the tube part. She figured out this was her ray gun of sorts and started flashing it around the room. I had all the other lights out and gently laid a hand on her to guide the direction I wanted the light to point.

More specifically, I guided it away from the sofa against the back wall where our guests had filed in while we were changing behind the privacy screen. The outfit was pretty cute and absolutely ridiculous when it came to being an effective space suit.

“God! I feel like Barbarella, Queen of the Galaxy,” she giggled.

“Got it in one,” I said. We’d seen the movie together when it came out a couple of months before and giggled all the way through it—mostly at seeing Jane Fonda stripping and supposedly weightless. It was an absolutely ridiculous movie and had the makings of becoming a cult classic. I could see people gathering at ‘art houses’ to watch it for years to come.

I got through a roll of film and relieved her of the flashlight. We went behind the screen again and I started working on her costume.

“I’m going to be really careful here, but this will work perfectly. I’m saying that with confidence because I’ve never tried it before.”

The process included putting my hand inside her shirt between the fabric and her breast, then cutting a slit across the shirt from breast to breast. Her tits popped through the opening.

“Nothing subtle about that one,” she giggled.

I spent a minute caressing and rubbing her nipples to make sure they were good and stiff. Then I got the sheet of red cellophane and stretched it across her boobs under the shirt.

“Rudolph the red-boobed reindeer,” she sang.

“I need you to hold it in place while I mold it to fit.”

“You’re going to mold it to my breasts? How?”

“I found out the cellophane shrinks when a moderate amount of heat is applied. Don’t worry, I’m not going to iron it on.” I picked up a hair dryer and began blowing it on her boobs. The cellophane gradually shrank to mold to her breasts. “My assistant Patricia had a great time helping me experiment with this technique,” I laughed. “Let me know if it starts to feel too hot.”

It took about five minutes to get a nice form-fitting mold of her breasts. Even Barbarella’s costume had a transparent panel over her breasts. Frankly, I thought Starr’s looked better. I put a heavy belt around her waist and attached a weapon I made out of the handle of the fishing rod and a piece of brass from what I assumed had been a trumpet. It had a mouthpiece on the end of it. Then I handed her a large compact and told her to just hold it. I placed the motorcycle helmet on her head and she ended up looking remarkably like a space alien.

“Am I supposed to do my makeup in this photo?” she asked.

“No. This is your communicator,” I said. I showed her how to hold it open to talk into. I’d removed the mirror so we didn’t get any odd reflected light.

“Cool.”

“This is also when you get to show me your floating in space mime,” I said. “We’ve got you against a starry backdrop and now we need to have you doing that kind of slow-motion drift into different positions. Let me adjust the light here. Good. Okay. First position.”

This time, I kept going back to her and positioning her, putting my hand on her butt, or lifting her leg. I couldn’t really get to her boobs behind the cellophane, but I tried to make sure I paid attention to her stomach and back. Occasionally, my hand would slide up the inside of her leg and across her pussy. She inhaled sharply.

“Okay, gorgeous. We’re going to move to the next level. You’re going to be fully outfitted for battle.”

“Is this a golfclub grip? What did you attach to it?”

“It’s some kind of an animal horn. Looks wicked, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah. Whoa! What are we doing with the scissors there?”

“It’s a technique my assistant Judy taught me last week. She called it ‘distressing.’ We’re just placing a few carefully plotted tears in your tights.”

“No female circumcision, okay? You’re awfully close to the happy spot.”

I finished the cut just above her slit and then stuck my fingers through it to dip into her pussy.

“Is the spot happy now?” I whispered.

“Oh! Much better, thank you,” she said.

I returned to cutting and cut one leg of the tights off above mid-thigh. The other leg had several slits in it, as if she’d been through a battle. I cut the top at a jagged angle that exposed one breast completely and the other partially. Then I had her step into the parachute harness. The straps came down her front, just to the outside of her nipples. When I fastened the chest strap it just pushed her boobs together and gave her an intense amount of cleavage. The leg straps came up on either side of her pussy lips and, shall we say, defined their shape nicely. We got rid of the helmet.

From the webbing straps of the harness, I hung a variety of stuff I found that just looked strange enough to be futuristic weapons. I looked her over and made one more cut in her tights that exposed a good portion of her ass.

“Let’s get your action poses now,” I said.

She had a great time posing for various shots and I made sure to put her in positions that required me to arrange her breasts and adjust the harness between her legs frequently. I kept snipping at the costume until she finally pulled the aluminum ring off completely and the tights were shreds hanging from her pelvis. Some of the rear shots were spectacular. That girl has a really nice ass.

For a finale, I had her shed the parachute harness and tights so she was in her full glory. I made sure that I carefully removed the straps and rubbed away any chafing that had been caused by them. You never can tell where a strap might have irritated. Starr was whining by the time I finished rubbing the possible sore spots.

I wheeled the daybed onto the set, draped in black to just hide its shape. It was stacked with fur coats, reminiscent of a scene from Barbarella. As I positioned her on the furs, I continued to pet her and stimulate her in any way I could. At last, I’d taken the final picture. We’d been at it for nearly four hours. Our audience had left before the last scene.

I turned the overhead lights on and turned out the scene lights while Starr looked around.

“Are you going to process film now?”

“I thought it would be fun to have proof sheets to take to dinner tonight. Don’t you?”

“With my parents?”

“Do you think they’ll be shocked?”

“No. I just need a minute to get used to my parents and my sister seeing me in various stages of undress. At least there aren’t photos of you actually manipulating me into those positions. Can I come in the darkroom with you?”

“I hope you do.”

She did. We relived every moment of our first time together as I processed and printed proof sheets while Beth got my trousers down and either sucked my cock or fucked it.

This time, however, we knocked off about five and headed to her home where we had a birthday dinner with her parents and sister. I was surprised that her sister didn’t have a boyfriend with her, but was even more surprised to see Adele Peterson sitting next to her.

Adele had been a model back in the summer who insisted that I not touch her, then followed me into the darkroom and proceeded to make sure I did touch her. She had been referred to me and wanted a photograph that she could use to seduce her sub into submission. I never heard how that worked out, but assumed she must have been referred to me by Jordan or Nadia. I really had a hard time envisioning her seducing Valerie. Beth’s sister just didn’t seem like the type to want someone with no balls.

The cook served stuffed pork chops for Beth’s birthday dinner and the meal was followed by coffee and cake in the lounge. That’s where I pulled out the photos and passed them around.

“What was the red stuff he put on you?” Adele asked as she looked at the proof sheet. A bolt of revelation struck me. She was looking at a black and white photo.

“You wouldn’t believe what he did,” Beth giggled, cutting off any response I might have made. “He wrapped me in cellophane and used a hair dryer to shrink it to fit. It was just like Jane Fonda in Barbarella!”