I needed a couple of young women for a photo shoot. I didn't want to hire professionals for two reasons. They were expensive and they invariably didn't have the look I was looking for. Make that three reasons -- seasoned models could be real prima donnas. How to find the models? Put an ad in the local paper asking for them, including the nudity required comment.
It's surprising how many women are prepared to answer an ad like that. All replies were either via phone or email and I quickly dumped most of them. I then started to set up interviews for the ones that seemed most likely.
If you're going to interview a woman for the first time when she knows that you're expecting nudity at some stage you do not, repeat not, meet her somewhere private. Only an idiot would come to that sort of meeting. I arranged a time at a local coffee shop.
When she turned up it was easy for her to spot me. I was the one with a whacking great camera sitting on the table in front of me. They, she was accompanied by a friend, sat down and we introduced ourselves.
"I'm Grant," I said, smiling and not trying to shake hands. (No hands at this stage.)
"I'm Tracy," came the reply. "This is my sister, Yvonne."
"Twins?" I asked.
"No," was the reply. "Yvonne's a year older than me."
"Okay. Is Yvonne here as your potential chaperone or is she also applying for the job? I do need to hire two girls."
"Chaperone," said Tracy while at the same time Yvonne said, "Applying."
They looked at each other and Yvonne shrugged. "Why not?" she asked, and it was Tracy's turn to shrug. "Why not," she agreed.
"First things first, I need proof that you're both over eighteen."
"Don't we look it?"
"You do, but the cops and judges don't go by looks. They want proof and so do I."
They both produced driver's licenses, showing that they were nineteen and twenty respectively.
"Now if you don't mind I need to look at you through the lens. While you both look nice I need to see how the camera regards you. Some beautiful girls look like gargoyles under the lens while very plain girls might look like radiant beauties. I, personally, come under the gargoyle heading unless I have so much make-up plastered on that you only see the make-up, not me."
I took my camera out of its case and on receiving the nod checked them both out. Checking the shots I nodded in satisfaction.
"Yes, you'll both do very well," I assured them.
I then went on to explain what the job would require. Basically I would be taking a series of shots, separately and together, at the beach and in the bush. I told them of the area where we would be operating, which was a beach that bordered onto the bush, so there was just the one location to worry about.
I also went on to specify how much I would pay for the shoot. It was a flat sum but the time they were with me wouldn't exceed eight hours, including travel time. I was paying a reasonable amount and they were definitely interested.
"As you will be nude for most of the shoot you're entitled to bring a chaperone with you. I have no say in your choice of chaperone if you want one. I do have to pay the chaperone, though."
I told them how much the chaperone would get but Tracy just shrugged.
"We can chaperone each other," she said, with Yvonne nodding agreement.
"I assume that you're both reasonably fit?" I asked and the girls nodded.
"Then that brings me to the last point. Before I haul you out into the countryside I need to see you both nude. I need to check out your figures to see if they're suitable for what I want. I mean, clothes can hide a lot of flaws. Having you strip off on site and finding you have pot bellies, sagging breasts or scars from a mastectomy is a real no-no. Don't look so put upon. A woman I once hired turned out to be a drag-queen. Bitched like crazy when I cancelled the shoot."
The girls were giggling but also looking a little nervous. I moved to calm their nerves a little.
"Do either of you have a place where we could go for a demonstration? Might I point out that if I consider you not quite what I'm looking for it's not that you're at fault but that I'm rather fussy? If I do reject you I'll pay you fifty each for your time and that'll be the end of it."
"What if you only reject one of us?"
"Unlikely, as I suspect that you'll both look very much the same. If I do I'll pay off the one but she can still come along on the shoot as the chaperone."
The girls looked at each other and then Yvonne spoke up.
"Brendan's place. He'll be at work and I've got keys. Brendan's our brother," she added for my benefit.
"My car's out front," I said. "Why don't you lead the way and I'll follow."
We left the coffee shop and Tracy indicated her car. They left, I followed along, and five minutes later we pulled into a set of apartments. The girls escorted me to an apartment and let themselves in.
"Do you mind waiting here while we get ready?" asked Tracy and I nodded agreeably, settling down into a comfortable armchair.
The two girls vanished into another room and I just waited patiently. After about five minutes Tracy stuck her head out and asked me to come in. I heaved myself out of the chair and strolled on over.
The girls were both naked, standing there and blushing slightly. I looked them over. Two young lovelies with everything on display. They had splendid breasts, perky with no signs of sagging. Their skin was clear and any tan lines were very faint, easily tidied up with Photoshop.
"Can you please turn around slowly?" I asked. "Tracy first and then Yvonne."
"Why one at a time?" asked Yvonne.
"Doing it together I wouldn't be able to concentrate properly," I explained. "One at a time and I can get a better idea."
"Lovely, the pair of you. Please get dressed now."
I quickly retreated to the front room and sat down to wait.
A couple of minutes later the front door opened and a stunning blonde wandered into the unit.
"Who are you? You're not Brendan."
"Quite right. I'm Grant. Who're you?"
"I'm Brandy, a friend of Brendan. Is Brendan here?"
"Nope. He's at work as far as I know."
"Then what are you doing here?"
