The camera clicked; lights flashed.
"Mark, can you just adjust the silk, its slipped."
I walked across the studio, and pulled the flimsy material back into place, so it covered the model's tits. Covered but not hidden. Her red erect nipples were still visible through the see-through material. I moved back out of view of the camera, as Gerry continued photographing the girl.
I had been working for Gerry for six months. Six fantastic months. Photographic assistant. Three days a week, three poorly paid days per week. Still, it was the experience I needed, that and the foot into an extremely competitive industry. Two days a week I was at college, doing an arts and media course. But I was learning more from Gerry than I ever learned at college.
The girl was now leaning back on her elbows, her legs spread, labia parted. My throat was dry, she was gorgeous.
"Mark, can you give me a meter reading," Gerry called.
I did as he asked, hoping she would not notice that my cock was as hard as it had ever been. Ever.
I called out the reading.
"Thanks Mark. Relax a minute, will you, just want to try something."
Gerry disappeared into his office. I smiled at the girl. I heard the security door phone sound, and Gerry answer it, a moment later a buzz and click, indicated he had released the lock.
"Couldn't get me my bottle of water could you Mark," the girl asked.
I got her water, and gave it to her, so I was standing over the naked girl when Gerry returned. He wasn't alone. With him was my mother.
"Thanks Mark. Your Mum needs a quick word."
"What are you doing here?" I demanded.
"Well now at least I know why you are always so keen to get to work darling," she said.
"It's not always like this," I told her.
"No, I'm sure it's not, darling. Look I won't be back until seven tonight, will you still be here?"
"Yes, yes. You could have rung me, you know I do have a mobile Mum," I told her.
"You do, don't you, and here it is, it was by the fridge," she said handing it to me.
I sat with Gerry in front of his computer, editing the photos he had taken that afternoon. Some were deleted, some cropped. Slowly he whittled the photos down to a hundred. These he would send to one of his contacts. A contact who would buy them. We sat chatting, discussing the following days' work. In the morning a couple were coming in to discuss the photos for their forthcoming wedding. The afternoon was a lingerie shoot for a website.
"Look Mark, I know you're not due in tomorrow, but could you come in for the afternoon shoot?" Gerry asked.
I thought about it for a couple of seconds, "yeah, sure."
We were interrupted by his mobile.
"Hello Vicky, how are........." His voice trailed off as he listened.
"Fuck, fuck. That's all we fucking need. Fucking Vicky has fucking come on a week early. Fuck. Now we need a replacement model."
"What about the girl from this afternoon?" I offered lamely.
"Don't be a fucking twat, we need someone with some class, not some little slut."
I was rescued by the door; I ran down to open the door. It was my Mum.
"Sorry I'm late."
"Late? I checked my watch; it was just after eight. "Hadn't noticed, come up, shouldn't be long."
As we walked into the studio, Gerry was on the computer, going through his lists of models. Then he reached for his phone.
"Kris, hi, its Gerry. Any chance you can do a shoot for me tomorrow afternoon, pays well," he said.
He listened briefly, before saying, "shame, look I'll have something for you soon, bye."
He turned, "Mark we have a real prob..........."
"Me model, no I couldn't Gerry, why would you even think I could?" Mum said.
"You'd be perfect, Linda." Gerry said continuing his charm offensive. I'd seen it before, as he talked a reluctant model out of her knickers.
"Well if you think I could, I'd always secretly fancied being a model, but I'm not sure Mark would be ...... well you know." Mum said.
"Linda, Mark is a professional, you saw him this afternoon, and you will be wearing a bit more than that model. No Mark will be as always detached and professional, anyway, I'm sure he's seen you in your underwear before."
I watched as Mum thought about the offer. She was tempted I knew, knew too that she had always wanted to be a model. The trouble was did I want my Mum to be a model?
"Well Gerry you're right of course, and he's seen me topless on the beach on holiday, what do you think darling?"
"If you're asking me, your son, then I'd say go for it, why not. If you're asking me Gerry's assistant, then I'd say Linda, that you couldn't be in better hands, Gerry is a great photographer, me, I'm his assistant and will help you during the shoot as much as I can. Does that answer your question Mum?"
I heard Mark leave the house, as I hit the shower. I had a knot in my stomach. Nerves, but also excitement. I had always wanted to model, and now I had my chance.
Luckily, I had, had my bikini line done only a couple of days ago, my legs too. I had an appointment at the hairdressers in an hour, so my hair would look good as well. This was, I knew a one off, so I intended to make the most of it, even if Mark was there, he was used to watching other women being photographed, I hoped he could really cope with seeing his mother in front of the camera. He had given me one piece of advice on our way home last night, and that was to ensure I didn't turn up with underwear marks, so braless, and just loose panties I headed out.
"Fucking hell Mark, I thought they were never going to fuck off. Now let's get ready for this afternoon. The stuff they want the model to wear is in the changing room, go and get it arranged so the model can change quickly, there's some props, and notes as to what goes with what. Better find something less revealing for the first few shots though, don't you?"
"Of course, Gerry, know what you mean, I'm still not sure how you talked her round."
Mark let me into the studio. It was just before two. I was by now bitterly regretting my decision.
"Come in Mum, I mean Linda. Let me show you to the changing room, can I get you anything, coffee, tea?" He asked.
"I'd murder a vodka, but better not, no just some water darling."
