AUTHOR'S NOTE AND DISCLAIMER:
This story is a work of fiction containing adults in adult situations.
The persons depicted do not exist nor have they existed to the author's knowledge.
This story is not to be read by, read to, or printed and given to any minor under the age of, oh let's say 20.
Situations may be portrayed which may be considered in bad taste, or downright illegal in some places and therefore should not be attempted unless you are a story character and not a real human being. If this piece of fiction offends you in any way, stop reading it and go back to watching Big Bird on TV.
For what it's worth, writing this story damn near got me fired from my job, so it is likely going to be my last story. I hope you enjoy it
Feedback is appreciated both positive and negative, although I consider downright mean-spirited, nasty feedback by "Anonymous" people the work of genuine chicken-shits. It may not be, but that's the way I feel about it, so I ignore it as much as I can.
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Welcome back to "Jackie's House of Fashion", the upscale fashion store for ladies of means who like to spend far too much cash on clothing in order to look better than their neighbors. I work here as a Fashion Consultant / photographer, male prostitute, (although that bit isn't actually on my resume' as a job title), and the only male employee in the store. That fact alone has its advantages when it comes to romancing the newest employees, which I've done with some success, but it also has advantages since I have my own private photography studio in the back of the store. In the studio I photograph the customers using the best lighting for the situation they feel they will be in while wearing the outfit I pick out for them, or that they pick. I just consult. The customer is the one making the decision. The photographs go directly to a computer, and I can then change outfits, or alter parts of the outfit so that... well, you get the idea. The customer ends up looking the best she can, and I get paid. A lot. A lot more than I expected when I started this job, but Jackie, the owner, has seen the value of my work and what I can bring to the "company", and so my salary is kept secret from even the store manager. The fact that Jackie and I had hooked up and done the horizontal hula back in my studio a few weeks ago didn't hurt my bottom line any either.
The fact is that I have gotten the quiet reputation as a discrete and competent male whore, so many of my customers come in for "consultations" and leave with a happy smile on their faces along with a nice dress. Word of mouth has been my only advertisement, but that's been enough. Hardly a week goes by that I don't dip my happy stick into some nice bit of pussy. Even the older customers are grateful for the attention, and I don't mind their usually large "tips" either. Even the ones that don't tip well provide me with enough influence to make it a wash. I do a little photography for art as a hobby and some of my work has sold well at the local galleries due to that influence.
This morning was kind of slow in the store, only three customers, two of them "just looking". The third bought a nice sweater that I thought would look terrific covering the ample bosom she sported. Frankly I tried convincing her to try it on just to see it on her, but she declined. Sometimes it works, sometimes not.
Just as I was about to give up and try doing some hobby photography, I notice that Miss Rebecca Halveston has parked her new Ferrari in our limited parking lot and is headed toward the store with a young girl in tow. The girl has a striking resemblance to Rebecca except that her hair leans more to red than the blonde that Rebecca is. The two women float into the store and I get a look of hard edged disdain from the younger woman and one of anticipation from Rebecca.
"Hi Collin," says Rebecca in a breathless voice, a sexy smile spreading across her pretty face. "This is my sister, Anna. She's twenty, and has the fashion sense of a trailer-trash mother of four. Her idea of high fashion is designer jeans and a halter top. Dad is giving a fancy party for some big-shots next week-end and wants his whole family to attend. Needless to say, little Annie has nothing decent to wear. She needs help."
From under her breath I can hear Anna say, "Get fucked."
I'm a bit taken aback at Anna's attitude to her sister, but I don't know her so I say nothing while we stroll back to my studio, Rebecca chatting about the upcoming corporate party and how she can't wait to go. As soon as we enter the studio Rebecca shuts the door behind us and locks it, leaning against it as she twists the lock.
"Take off your clothes and sit on the bench," Rebecca demands as I step behind the camera, and Anna begins stripping off the admittedly frumpy clothing she has on.
"She thinks she's homely, Collin, and I've brought her to you in order for you to convince her otherwise. Of course, that is if you really think otherwise. Give her your honest opinion. See what we have to work with."
Underneath the sweatshirt and jeans is a body to kill for. Anna crosses her arms and lifts the sweatshirt revealing a pair of perfect round breasts with beautiful pink nipples. No bra. Under the fashionably worn jeans are long, very well formed legs and a bottom that was as round and tight as her breasts. She wore a pair of lace panties in a pale pink that matched the color of her nipples.
I took several photographs of Anna in different poses, vowing to keep duplicates in the separate folder I have for myself on the computer. From the photos I began adding clothing from the program of "in stock" dresses, looking for just the right dress for the occasion.
"I only have one question," I said looking up at Anna from the screen. "What is the homely part of you? You have one of the most perfect bodies I have seen through this lens in a very long time. Not since Rebecca sat where you are," I added.
"My tits are too small and my ass is too big and my legs are too skinny and I'm too short," she said without hesitation.
"When was the last time you saw a model with fat legs, flat butt, and huge saggy tits? The short part has nothing to do with anything Anna, you're beautiful."