Mike was reflecting on his past photography successes. Shelley had gotten hired by that agency in L.A. She was doing commercials. He'd even seen a couple of commercials that she was in on TV. He felt good that he'd had a part in helping his friend get to pursue the career she wanted. The one thing that he was sad about was Shelly now living in L.A. But he still lived in her hometown so he knew he'd still get to see once in a while.
One who he would always remember was Beth Ann. He was happy that he had happened to come into her life when she needed someone. He helped her transform from a young girl who'd had a poor start at life into a confident, capable young lady who was now working at that camera store where she had a future in the business world. She was meeting new friends now that were more her age. They would always be best friends. They were still getting together occasionally to go enjoy a nice dinner or a massage.
He went on reminiscing about all the girls who had posed for him in the past. There had been many. Some had been just fun photo shoots to show pretty ladies that they were model material. They might never pursue modeling as a career, but it gave most of them more self-confidence than they had before doing the photo session. They had pictures to remind them of how special they actually were. Now he had to quit dreaming about the past and think about the present.
One Saturday night while I was enjoying the dancing girls in a bar I started chatting with one girl whose turn on the stage was over and she was back to serving the customers in the bar.
Four girls were taking turns, rotating, taking their 15 minutes on the small stage, while the others worked on the floor. They were not only serving drinks but performing lap dances for anyone willing to pay for one. The better dancer, with the better body, made the most money.
The girl I was talking to was DeeDee. At least that's what she said her name was.
I was sure it was not a stage name because she was barely a B cup.
She was very pretty, her body was proportionate but just not busty like her name might have suggested. DeeDee had a sweet smile, a great, outgoing attitude and was very friendly. The bar wasn't busy, so when she wasn't serving drinks or giving some guy a lap dance she would stop at my table and talk. I sat there a couple of hours sipping on my beer. It wasn't a place that had a two-drink-minimum like some of the nicer gentleman's clubs.
Our chats continued when she had time. She kept telling me more about herself.
I was being a good listener. At some point I had mentioned that I was a freelance photographer and that I had done some model shoots.
She asked me. "Do you have any of your work you could show me?"
I replied. "If you'll watch my table so that no one thinks I've left, I'll grab an album of my work that's in my car."
She answered. "Great, I'd like to see what your work looks like."
I walked out to my car, grabbed the album, took a business card out of my wallet and tucked in my shirt pocket. When I got back she was still standing by my table.
She said. "I need to go take care of a couple of customers." And hurried away.
I thought damn she has nice legs and a cute little ass. She was back in a few minutes after taking care of other customers. I opened the album to the model section, turned it so she could see it from where she was standing.
"This is what I do. There are other types of photography in the other tabbed sections."
She started to look at my album... after just a few photos she smiled and said.
"I get off early tonight, about 9:00, can you meet me in the parking lot when I get off."
I was pretty surprised and told her. "I'll walk out of here about 10 till 9. I'll be waiting in the front row of the parking lot. I drive a red Chevy Impala. My name is Mike."
I discreetly handed her my card from my pocket. She casually tucked my card in the little top she had on, like it was a tip. I watched some of the other girls, just passing time. She would stop at my table like she was just checking on a customer, but not stopping to talk. At 10 till 9 I finished my beer, picked up my album that she had closed and left on my table. I just tucked the album under my arm and walked out. It was about 10 after 9 when she startled me.
She had left the bar via the back door, and walked thru the cars in the parking lot where I was parked. She leaned down at the open passenger window and asked. "May I get in?"
I replied. "Absolutely."
She quickly hopped in and said. "Let's get out of the parking lot before anyone sees me. It's against bar rules to leave with a customer."
I started the Impala and drove out onto the street. I said. "How about I drive at least a few blocks, turn a couple of corners, and then find a cafΓ© where we can have coffee and talk."
She smiled and said. "I like your style, protecting me."
I told her. "I've been at this for a while and have learned to be safe in the city."
She started. "My husband always drops me off at work and picks me up when I get off. The bar is not in the best neighborhood! I was supposed to get off at 11:00 but it was slow at the bar tonight, and I asked my boss if I could get off early. He said it was fine. I called my husband and told him what I was doing, and he said to call him if I needed a ride home later. I hope you can drop me off at home later. Can you do that?"
My answer. "No problem."
We found a quiet little cafΓ© that would be open till midnight. We found a table in a corner and sat down in two chairs that were on both sides of a corner. The waitress came over and I ordered. "Just two coffees for now." I had brought the album in with me.
DeeDee started looking thru the album, starting at the front, not just the model section. Our coffee came, which we set to the side so as not to spill anything on the album. She was looking really closely at my work.
After about 10 minutes of looking, with neither of us saying anything, she spoke quietly. "You are good! I like your work."
I answered. "Thanks, so why did you want to see me when you got off work?"
DeeDee went on. "My husband had an accident a while back and can't work, because of the heavy lifting. He can still drive and do little things around the house but he can't work. I don't make that much at the bar, but if I could move up to one the nicer gentleman's clubs or pick up some modeling work, things would be a lot better. I don't know if I can afford your rates, but maybe we can work something out, payments or something?"
I replied. "I'm sure we can discuss it later after I know what you have in mind."
She went on. "I need to put together a portfolio to show my various costumes and maybe a few nude photos so when club owners want to see what I look like naked... perverts... I can just show them photos instead of having to undress for them."
I chuckled. "I know, it's a tough world, especially when you're just getting started."
She went on. "After George, my husband, had his accident we had to do something. The job at the bar was the first thing I could find. I had a few sexy things I could use, and added some more after a couple of weeks working. I enjoy the work and George doesn't mind, actually he suggested I should think about going professional. We don't have kids or pets, so weird hours are no big deal. The only one at the house besides us is my niece, Sherri. She just graduated from high school back in Boonville. That's a small town in Missouri with no future for her there. She came out to stay with us where she can maybe find a job."
Always looking to further my photography I asked. "Is she pretty model material like her aunt?"