As I sat and took in Adrian's good looks and sweet smell, (she smelled almost like fresh rain?) I was mesmerized as she laid out the process as it "could" be. She told me of how she had actually started "modeling" for her mother when she was 6. It was her mom who had come up with the idea of making a really good living and providing a very secure childhood for her girls from their young beauty. She also said she really thought her mom had been brought up the same way, although she never actually said so. She just seemed to know how it all would work ahead of time. She and her sister (the other young woman who was at the deli that fateful afternoon) had mad enough money for the family that they had lived a very comfortable and enjoyable childhood in one of the more affluent neighborhoods of our city. Now that she had children of her own, and as she had divorced three years ago, she decided to follow in the "family business". She had two daughters, whom I had seen ( very thoroughly, in one's case ) and her sister had one son, also who I had seen with them, and a daughter as well, 5 years old, who was a twin to the young boy.

I thought it was kind of strange that she would be so free with information on our first meeting, but soon found out why she could be so. She went on to tell me that the afternoon I had enjoyed so much had all been captured on film, and that the close-ups would clearly show my reaction to be one that would land me in a lot of trouble, if seen by my wife, employer, or maybe even the authorities. Of course, none of this would ever be seen by anyone as long as no trouble was caused for her. I assured her that she had nothing to worry about from me, and I was definitely interested in the possibility of filming her daughters while playing.

She made sure I understood there would be no sexual contact with the girls, and that there would always be "security" around to see to that. I told her I understood completely, and she seemed to relax back in to her "friendlier" mood.

We sat and sipped drinks, casually discussing my taking semi-nude to full nude shots of her daughters as nonchalantly as if we were discussing having our houses painted.

It felt strange, but exciting at the same time. I was deeply engrossed with her friendly chatter, and did not even notice when we were suddenly joined by her sister, Melinda, whom I was introduced to, along with Heather, the object of my previous attention in the restaurant. My pulse quickened to a maddening pace as this totally adorable little girl sat next to me as simply and freely as if I was an old family friend or an Uncle. When she smiled and asked me pointedly if I was going to be coming to see her and her Mommy, I just kind of dumbly mumbled, yes, as I seemed to be having trouble finding my voice. I was also having trouble focusing on what we were talking about after Heather had entered the room. All I could seem to concentrate on was her warm smile, sparkling eyes, and adorable voice as she seemed to just insert herself into the situation as an adult would do.

Adrian explained that her daughter had become so much more mature after they started the modeling business that she sometimes had to remind herself that she was the mother and Heather the daughter. I sat and swooned at her every word, like a pimple-faced teenager who had been smitten with his 9th grade teacher or something. I was suddenly brought back down to earth with Adrian asking if I would like to come back to their "studio" and look things over before I got involved in the photographer's task I was thinking of undertaking.

"Thinking" hell, I was obsessing about it!

I told her I did, indeed, and could follow them there or meet them, at their choice. Melinda told me that she would really rather that I ride with them, as they didn't want to draw too much attention to my being there with my vehicle and all, in case I decided later not to go any deeper into the invitation. I gladly accepted, and we paid our check, or at least I did. I figured it was the least I could do as I was probably going to be in their private lair taking photos of their children in very compromising conditions.

When we got out to the parking lot, they led me to a new silver mini-van, and when Adrian clicked the remote the side door slid open and little Heather jumped in the second row seat on the drivers' side, and started motioning me into the one beside her. I looked at the adult women for some indication as to their preference, and was told to go ahead. Adrian said Heather probably wanted to get to know me better on the way to the studio. When we were in and all buckled up, Melinda drove out of the parking lot as Heather leaned over towards me and sweetly wrapped her arm in mine, and smiled up at me with that glowing look on her face she had the very first time I saw her. If I still had an ounce of resistance prior to that point, it just melted away with my reserve not to get involved with her in any way other than "looking".

We arrived at a little uptown business district, and Melinda parked in front of a very quaintly decorated little building with a sign above the entrance that read " Hopes and Dreams ". Melinda told me that this was her little boutique where she sold all kinds of crafty little things to ladies who had much too much time and money on their hands. I got a chuckle out of that, and we exited the van and followed her inside after she unlocked the door. When she had the lights on, I discovered it was very smartly laid out and loaded with what looked to be very expensive and collectible little tidbits from all over the world.

Adrian told me that she and Melinda came up with this idea when traveling together, and came home about three years ago and put it into reality. As she went on, she seemed proud to inform me that they really made a very comfortable living out of it, and with the modeling sideline, had already put away a paid up college fund for the kids, all of them. I was thinking to myself that these young ladies were every bit as smart as they were pretty.

She relocked the door, and turned the lights down low, as she walked toward the back. I followed the group and was again taken aback at the very roomy and very well equipped photography studio they had set up back here. It was really quite impressive, with all sorts of digital and 35mm cameras stationed all around. The lighting was enough to impress even a professional. As I had said, I had dabbled in photography in college, and would given my, uh, left, well I would have given ANYTHING to have this much high quality equipment at my disposal back then.

Adrian spoke up and started telling me how this all would work.

I could use my own equipment, or I could use theirs, at my choice. The studio and the models were $250.00 per hour. If I wanted "special" costumes, above and beyond the extensive collection they had, I would pay for it myself. It would become their property when I decided I no longer needed to use it. She did tell me at this point that they had acquired a very broad selection of styles and genres of costuming in this way, and I did not have to purchase any of my own if I found something to my tastes within that mass.

I asked how I would go about paying, as I did not really want to have anything like this showing up in my checking or credit card accounts, for obvious reasons. Melinda laughed and told me I would be surprised at the "creative" ways former photographers had come up with to do this. I could of course pay cash, or I could make a wireless transfer from an account she could set up in my name in an offshore bank that would not be traceable in the US. I could even open a Wal-Mart money card account in the name of a person who she would "create", who would come complete with false identification, so that taxes would not become involved in the process. She said she would sit down with me and show me all the possibilities and I could decide later, if I wanted. I was again amazed at how well they had this all set up.

Adrian then reminded me that I had to do nothing that I felt uncomfortable with, and we could all say our goodbyes and no one would ever know we had even discussed the whole thing.

I felt my heart sink when the thought of NOT SEEING my beautiful Heather exploring and displaying herself for my hungry eyes passed through my mind.

I told her I DEFINITELY wanted to go on. I just had to have time to digest it all, and figure how to keep myself in the real world at the same time as entering this strange new one. One so full of all sorts of delightful possibilities that I had never even dreamed existed a few days ago.

She said she understood, and we could move forward as slowly as I felt comfortable. Speaking of comfort, at the simple thought of what we were discussing, my trousers were starting to grow very tight in a spot that tension is never welcome. Adrian seemed to notice this at about the same time I was thinking it, and softly suggested that maybe I would like to make a trial run through a modeling session, just to get the feel of it all.

I told her I would love to, and had enough cash to cover at least an hour or two with me. She said not to worry; we could just try a half hour for now, and see where that led us.

At hearing this, little Heather, who had been oh so quiet while all of this was being discussed, suddenly jumped up from the sofa she had been sitting on, and started squealing, " YAH! YAH!"

Adrian told me she always gets so excited to get to model. She also said under her breath just to me, "I think it is just because she gets to play with her favorite new toy!" indicating her groin area as she said this.

She then asked me what kind of dress I would like for Heather to begin in. I had no idea, and then the thought of little cheerleader outfit on this gorgeous little creature. When I made this remark audible to Adrian, she chuckled and said she certainly had plenty of those. Evidently it was a common request from guys who filmed her in the past. What the hell? I am only a horn dog at heart like any other testicle-toting human.

As Heather left the room with Melinda to change, I worked up the nerve to ask Adrian something that had crossed my mind as I first sat and listened to her in the coffee shop. "Do you think it would be possible for me to get some shots of YOU and Heather?" She looked a little shocked at first, and then said "I think that would be OK. Most guys who come in here never look at Melinda or me, though. This would be a first." I told her I was willing to pay the full hour's fee for a half hour if she would, or whatever other fee she thought appropriate. She told me the regular fee would be OK, she just had never done this before, and would have to work in to it slowly. I told her I totally understood and that I had just been fascinated by her look and found the "fresh" impression she had made on me when we first met to be very attractive.

She asked how I would like her dress, and I asked was there a chance there was an adult cheerleader outfit available. She said that she did not have anything in her size, but if I wanted, she knew of a costume store down the street that was probably still open. I told her I would pay for the rental of course, and she told me it would have to be a purchase, not a rental. These ladies were above all else, very sharp businesswomen. I asked how much she thought it would cost, as I only had so much cash on hand. She said not to worry, she could purchase it, and bill me once my payment method had been chosen. I could see myself spending a lot of my golf money here in the future. I sat on the off-set sofa, and watched as she went to the dressing room to tell Melinda what was going on. She then came out and said that Heather would be out shortly, and she would be back in a few minutes herself.

She exited the studio and I heard the little bell on the front door chime sharply as she exited it. I was sitting there trying to wrap my brain around how all of this was happening so fast, when the most beautiful and totally erotic little Jewel I have ever seen walked out through the curtains of the dressing area. My heart and my erection seemed to swell to almost bursting at exactly the same moment...........