Modeling for daddy
All character are eighteen years old or older.
Peter looked around not seeing his daughter anywhere. She was supposed to meet at two after her final class of the day. He began to wonder if she forgot they were meeting up that day. Mandy was a first-year student in college and very independent. She has been like that since her mother left when she was thirteen. Just like her mother she was a beautiful woman. Long chestnut brown curly hair, brown eyes, five feet eight inches and around one hundred ten pounds. As a young teen she did some modeling and acting.
Peter was an immensely proud father. He supported his daughter in all her endeavors. As a professional photographer, his daughter had a step-up from most of the models in the industry. He had many clients looking for young talent to grace their magazines and Peter took advantage of just that. Peter had even got his daughter on a few television programs. Sure, they were small roles, but it helped her to get her own television show.
The only problem was she was no longer interested in doing acting or modeling. Like many young actors and actors, they went on to do other things then just acting. Mandy wanted to get into working in social services. During her senior year in high school, she worked as a volunteer for the local health and human services.
Peter had one more modeling job for his daughter and hoped she would be willing to do the job. It would help pay for her schooling.
Peter wanted her to be able to keep the money she had earned when she was younger. That way she would not have to struggle.
It was Peter's plan to do the photography himself, that way his daughter would be comfortable enough to wear the clothes, his clients wanted to use for the session. The clothes and undergarments were more on the risquΓ© side of clothing.
Peter knew his daughter might baulk having someone else photograph her in such clothing. But he still had to ask her if it were something she would be willing to do. Peter knew she would at first turn him down. But when he would tell her she could keep all the clothes she would be modeling and then what these clients were willing to pay her for her services.
The clients were willing to pay one hundred thousand dollars and bonuses for sales of magazine sales and a percentage of clothing sales. Of course, all the money would not just go to Mandy. Peter would get a commission from the photos and the short video. The video would be left to Peter to use the clothing that was supplied anyway he chooses.
His phone rang and he looked at it seeing it was his daughter calling.
"Where are you dad?" Mandy asked.
"I am at Carlitos, I told you that in my message." Peter told his daughter.
"Oh, sorry. I have so much on my mind. I thought you meant Carl's on main street." Mandy told her father.
Carls was not the name of the bar it just happened to be the name of the main bartender at the club. The owner was never around, so everyone started calling the place Carls. The bar was called B flat which is a common chord used in jazz music.
Peter told his daughter he would meet her there. He figured the jazz music she loved so much might help with the decision she would be making soon. B flat was a little further from his studio, but that might be to his advantage too. His clients wanted the photo shoot to happen as soon as possible. They had already sent the clothing to his studio earlier in the day.
Peter had closed the studio earlier to look over the clothing. He did not want any of his other models looking through the clothes. If his plan were to work, he needed his daughter to get the first look at the clothes herself. He knew once she looked at them, she would be more than willing to pose for her father.
Once at B Flat Peter put his plan into action. He first approached his daughter with drawings of the clothes he wanted her to wear. At first Mandy questioned her father as to why he wanted her to look at these drawings. That is when Peter told her about the clients and how much they were willing to pay for this one last photo shoot.
Mandy kept looking at the drawings, when Her father told her he had the dresses and other clothing at his studio if she wanted to look at them. Peter now had his daughter's attention. It seemed like she was more interested in the clothing more than the money. That really did not surprise him. She was always more interested in the clothing even when she was younger.
"Would you like to see the clothes? They are at my studio." Peter asked. He could see her eyes light up.
"Oh, yes daddy please." Mandy said excitedly.
Both father and daughter made their way out of the jazz club and moved quickly to Peter's car. Peter could tell his daughter; Mandy was excited about seeing the clothes. He knew she would want to try the clothes on, but he knew he could not allow that until she signed the contract to do the photo session. That was a stipulation from the clients.
Once at the studio Mandy rushed to the door and waited impatiently for her father to open the door. Mandy did not even question why the door was locked. She was too excited to see the clothes she had only seen sketches of.
Peter opened the door and Mandy rushed into the studio. She quickly looked around while her father slowly made his way inside. Peter knew he had her where he wanted her. Her excitement was beginning to excite him also.
He had only seen his daughter this excited once before and that was when she found out she would get her own television show.
"Daddy where are the clothes?" she asked excitedly.
"I have them locked up in the back room. Honey, the clients want them locked up because they are so valuable."
He was not kidding the clients told him the clothes they had selected were valued at close to eighty to ninety thousand dollars. The clothing was almost worth as much as what the client was offering for his daughter to model the clothes.
Peter opened the door and told his daughter to wait, and he would bring out the rack that held the clothes. As he was pulling the clothing out of the room, he first warned his daughter.
"Okay, honey you can only look no touching." Peter told her.
"But daddy?"