I'm afraid that this is not a happy story. There's no happy ending and no one wins. I've changed certain details to hopefully hide my identity.
There's a fashion designer in our town. He's not one of the big international houses, he's just a local outfit; but he has his fashions in stores in the tri-state region. He's trying to become the next Versace.
The designer, his name is Ned, has a line of daytime wear for women, both casual and professional. He also has evening and club wear for women. The club wear are the kind of sexy clothes women wear to night clubs to attract attention. Ned also has, under a different company name, a line of lingerie and intimates. This isn't the classy lingerie you find in the nicer stores like Victoria's Secret, it's the kind that you usually find in an adult bookstore.
Ned has a retail store downtown where he sells his daytime and evening clothes. The store is on the ground floor of a building with several stories above it. The other floors house his admin offices, cutting and sewing rooms, and a photography studio for shooting advertisements and his online catalog.
My wife, Darla, was shopping in Ned's store one afternoon. Darla is in her early thirty's but looks younger. She has a very pretty face and a well proportioned body. Her perky tits and ass are just right. As she was looking through the dress racks Ned happened to be in the store and saw her. Ned said, (as Darla related to me later) that she had the perfect look for his clothes and would she be interested in modeling for his line.
Darla said that she was surprised but it sounded like fun so she said yes. Then Ned asked if she had time to take a few test shots right then. Again, Darla said yes. Ned led her upstairs to the photo studio and introduced her to the photographer and his male assistant. Darla then modeled a daytime dress, a club dress, and some sleepwear (as she described it). The photographer took several shots of her in each of the outfits. After it was over the photographer gave her the day dress.
That was all that Darla told me describing the event. Later, through different events and my own investigation I discovered more details.
The photo studio occupied part of a large open floor. It had several sets and backdrops. On one side was a wall about six feet high and eight feet long. There was a table on the side away from the sets and hooks on the wall. It wasn't for privacy, it was mostly just to have a place to put clothes between sessions. The back side of the wall was open to the rest of the floor. When I found out about this arrangement I was a little shocked at the actions of my normally shy and modest wife.
To take the first set of photos in the day dress she had to strip down to her panties and bra. She did so standing behind the wall and exposing herself to the rest of the floor and all of the people working there. She put on the day dress and went around to take a set of pictures posed like any catalog.
After that she went back around the wall and took off the day dress. The club dress was cut so that she couldn't wear her bra so she had to take it off. The photographer's assistant assisted Darla with putting the club dress on and told her that her panties ruined the look of the dress, so she'd have to take them off as well. Darla lifted the dress up and pulled her panties off tossing them on the table in front of the assistant and anyone else on the floor that happened to be looking her way.
The club dress was very short and very tight. The poses she did were very sexy and provocative.
Next, she went back around the wall and stripped out of the club dress standing naked while the last outfit was presented to her. This was from Ned's adult lingerie line. The outfit was a sheer teddy (that she called sleepwear to conceal its true nature) that clearly showed her tits and nipples. It had a g-string that was also transparent revealing her trimmed pubic hair. Ned's online catalogs, unlike most lingerie sellers, didn't blur out nipples and the pubic hair/pussy of the models. The photographer put Darla in a number of poses, some of which verged on pornographic.
All of this, of course, I found out much later. Darla said she had fun but didn't expect to ever hear from Ned again. A couple of days later Ned's assistant called and said that Darla's test shots were great and they wanted to give her a part time job modeling for them. Darla was thrilled.
Darla worked across town from where we lived. On the days she was called in to model she would just go by the studio after work rather than come home first. Once they got started she was going in about once a week.
After several weeks I decided to go online and check out Darla's pictures in Ned's catalog. She looked great, very professional in the day wear and smoking hot in the club wear. I was very proud of how good she looked and a little jealous of her "I'm ready to party" look.
On a whim I decided to check out Ned's intimates website. Sure enough, there was Darla. The shots were super revealing, very sexy, and practically pornographic. I couldn't believe Darla was posing like that and exposing herself that way. Our friends could see her that way. The people she worked with could see her that way. The people I worked with could see her that way. I was embarrassed for her and embarrassed for myself. When I mentioned it to her she laughed it off and said it was no big deal. She kept modeling new items as they arrived.
A few months later Ned asked her to model for a show. Up until that time it had all been catalog stuff. This would be the first time she modeled before an audience. The show was going to take place in a town about two hours away. The plan was to leave in the afternoon, do the show the following afternoon, and then come home the day after.
I wasn't happy about it but Darla was pretty excited. She took three days vacation from work to do the show. I said good-by with mixed feelings and a bit of dread. The show was open to the public and I was thinking of going just to see what it looked like. I did a bit of research and got the date, time, and location of the show. I also found something that Darla didn't mention. Ned's show was scheduled for early afternoon, but he had another one scheduled later for his intimates line. Was Darla going to model in that show, too? Now I knew I had to go.
When the afternoon came for Darla to leave she kissed me goodbye and went to Ned's studio. They were all going to drive over to the town in a limo. I slept alone that night hoping she was doing the same.
The next day I made the two hour drive while imagining all of the worst possible things going on. I checked into a hotel and then headed for the first show. The hall where the show was being put on was crowded with what looked like at least 70 or 80 people there. I was relieved to see that it didn't look like any of our friends or coworkers were there. I didn't know what was going to happen but I was afraid for the worst.
There were six girls modeling Ned's fashions. The day wear line was first with Darla being the fourth girl to walk out. The dresses were nice, professional, and something that could be worn to work. After modeling three outfits each the lights changed and the models came out in the club wear. The outfits tended to be short, tight, and sexy with strategically placed cutouts and slits. Darla modeled some of the more risqué outfits and looked smoking hot. I could almost feel the lust coming from the audience.
The show ended and everyone filed out. I went back to my hotel room thinking about what I had seen. If Darla was wearing any underwear under the club outfits you couldn't tell it. A couple of times I thought I might have seen a nipple slip or even a pussy lip. I was very nervous waiting for the intimates show later that evening.
