Chapter 2: The Assignment

The next morning, Emma woke up cursing at her alarm which she had set for what she considered to be the unearthly hour of 8:30 for a Sunday morning. She ate breakfast with her Mum who wanted to know what was going on. She was impressed to hear that Emma had got up early to work on a school assignment with a friend.

Emma’s Mum, Lisa was a single parent, having got pregnant with Emma when she was still at school. She was still only 31 and had retained her good looks and figure, often going for a run with Emma in the morning. Life had been hard but she really loved her baby daughter and worked long hours on a low wage to keep a roof over their heads and food on the table. Emma now helped a lot for a 14-year-old, being responsible for the laundry as well as cleaning the house.

Emma had reached puberty only a few months ago, delayed no doubt by the amount of sport she did. However, not wanting to risk her daughter falling into the same trap as she had, her Mum immediately got Emma on the pill, lying to the doctor about her having heavy, erratic periods.

Emma showered and washed her hair which she dried and put into a ponytail. She put on panties, no bra as she never wore one, short shorts and a tight t-shirt, then packed her backpack with the clothes Mark had suggested. She put her trainers on and was soon pedalling up the street to the address Mark had given her, aided by Google Maps. It was mostly uphill, through increasingly expensive houses until she found Mark’s address. She cycled up the drive of the large house, somewhat nervous, approached the front door and rang the bell. Mark answered almost immediately, dressed in shorts and a polo shirt.

“Hiya beautiful!” he exclaimed, obviously pleased to see her.

She blushed but managed a shy “Hiya!” in return.

“Can you wait until I get my camera, then we can do a shot of you on your bike?” he asked.

“Sure” she replied, taking off her backpack and depositing it on the doorstep.

He returned with his camera and tripod. “Can you ride past me a few times, smiling as you get close, please.”

She did as he asked, turning each time she reached the end of the drive to cycle past him again. He took a number of burst shots, with him both standing upright and crouching down to emphasise her pretty legs. Finally, he had her stop, still sitting on the saddle in her short shorts with her legs apart to balance the bike and took more photos from different angles. His cock started to stir as he took a shot from low down, showing just a small glimpse of her white cotton panties up the leg of her shorts.

“I can’t believe you need to take so many photos!” Emma exclaimed.

“When you take a single snapshot, it’s just hit and miss. Taking a lot from different angles with the sun in different positions means I have a lot to choose from and a better chance of getting a good one or two” he explained. “Bring your backpack inside and I’ll bring your bike.”

She was impressed by the huge entrance hall with the semi-circular stairway leading upstairs. He took her into the modern fitted kitchen and got her a drink. When she had finished, he said “I’d like to start with the actual portrait first, if that’s OK.”

“Sure, but I need to sort out my hair and makeup first.”

“Of course. Bring your backpack and I’ll take you upstairs to my bedroom.”

He noticed her eyes go wide and he laughed. “Sorry, I mean the guest bedroom. I’ll leave you in private to get ready. The portrait will be much better if you have bare shoulders, but it doesn’t matter what else you are wearing.”

She was a bit alarmed about the bare shoulders as she did not have a bra, but then realised that her bikini, with the neck strap untied would probably be OK. She followed him upstairs into the luxurious guest bedroom and was pleased to see a dresser with a big mirror and a stool. He left her to get ready and fifteen minutes later she appeared with her long hair flowing freely, dressed in shorts and her tiny bikini top. She had just a little makeup on to highlight her sparkly blue eyes and subtle pink lipstick to emphasise her pretty mouth.

“Wow! You look fantastic!” he complimented. “Let’s go to the studio.”

He led her to the studio which was one floor above the bedrooms, in the attic. The windows all had black-out blinds but there were floodlights on stands with white diffuser umbrellas all around. He led her to a stool with a dark back-drop to contrast her fair skin.

“OK. It’s going to take me a few minutes to sort out the lighting, so just stay sitting pretty.”

“I know you take photography seriously, but this studio looks very professional” Emma remarked.

“That would be because my brother is a semi-pro photographer” Mark explained. “He’s doing photography at college, but he’s already done some commercial assignments. He lets me use everything when he doesn’t need it.”

Satisfied with his set up, Mark approached her with a powder puff, explaining that the lights were making her perspire a bit. He undid the neck strap of her bikini and pulled the top down until her nipples were almost showing. When he stopped, she relaxed thinking at first that he was going to take it off completely. It still felt nice and naughty!

“OK. Back straight, shoulders back and tits forward, please” Mark instructed, grinning.

After an hour with Mark taking photos, adjusting the lighting, moving her position slightly, moving the camera and adjusting it’s height on the tripod, he said “All done. I got some beautiful shots of my beautiful girl!”

That sounded a bit possessive to Emma, but she did not really mind and just said “Thank you.”

While you have your hair done nicely and your makeup on, can you change into a dress?”

“Yes, I’ve brought an almost translucent blue minidress which really catches the disco lights” Emma replied. It was a hand-me-down from Aiyla whose hips and breast had outgrown it, but it still looked new.

She went back to the guest room to change while he added some coloured lighting, leaving the black backdrop. When she emerged in her minidress, his eyes went wide. It was really short, just covering her panties, with a slit up one side. It had a halter-neck, exposing a lot of her back and the front did not meet until just below her breasts. She grinned at his reaction.

He had to tell himself to close his mouth and all he could say was “Can I take you out to a disco next Saturday?”

She laughed “If you’re serious, I’d love to!”

“Oh yes, I’m serious” he replied. “Let’s finish this assignment next Saturday, then go out for dinner and a disco.”

She squealed, thinking “I just got a date with a hot guy two years older!”

He brought her back down to earth by telling her where to stand and setting up the lighting. Still, something was not right, until she said “Can we have some music?”

He found his disco playlist on his iPhone and paired it to the sound system. The room was instantly filled with loud music. She came alive and started dancing. He joined her for a few minutes before he remembered what he was supposed to be doing.

He took a couple of shots of her dancing and then she raised her arms above her head and twirled around as she danced. This lifted her dress to reveal a tiny triangle of matching material just covering her pubic hairs and pussy with a matching one covering a little bit of her sexy bottom. He gasped and had an instant hard-on, making it difficult for him to adjust the lighting and concentrate on taking more shots. Eventually, she said she needed a rest, so he decided he probably had enough photos.