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WARNING: The following fictional tale deals with incest and underage
sexual situations. Please see the story codes to see if the story may be
illegal to read in your part of the world, for it certainly is illegal
to perform it. But hey, this is fiction, and anything goes. 

DISCLAIMER: The incidents, characters and descriptions contained herein
do not identify themselves with any known living or dead persons,
places, things or events. The incest scenes in future chapters are
"posed" and as such are not actual fathers and daughters. Everything
else is game. So what are you waiting fo? Go on......read. 

NOTE: This story and idea for the story was written circa 1990. I had
banged it out (no pun intended) on a 1986 Model Smith-Corona Selectric
Typewriter on 40 (forty) 8 and-a-half by 11 size Gold Bond Typing Paper
sheets typed in "Elite" letter size, single-spaced with no paragraphs
utilizing half-inch top and bottom margins. Translated that means it is
a long story. 

Basically, the idea centered around a male character who is a
photographer/videographer, supplanting his income by photographing
and/or videotaping what some may call sleazy and/or forbidden subjects.
Nick Price is his name and porn is his game. Anything you want. Period.
His clientele consists mainly of wealthy men who pay top dollar for
their predilections, which sometimes runs to the illegal. But, Nick
Price has a social conscience and morals. He is no sleazy skin merchant.
His actresses are paid handsomely and are never forced to do anything
they do not wish to do. As you will see, his actresses are hard to find,
but in the world of money, anything can be gotten. 

Nick considers himself to be so-so looking, and it seems that girls of
any age are attracted to him. And that suits him just fine, as he has
his own predilection for the younger ages. 

This story deals with one day in the life of Nick Price, owner and
operator of Custom Shoots, Ltd. It deals with four separate photo
shoots/video sessions and describes each in detail. It also deals with a
little bit of fun for Nick after the shoots, too. 

I have edited only slightly, fixing a word or so here or there, but have
tried to leave the overall story intact as it was written 13 years ago.
It may seem a bit juvenile at times, but my writing back then was still
unpolished. 

Not that its come a long way since then, but............ 

Please, read on and enjoy! 


AUTHOR'S NOTE': For those few of you who are patiently waiting for the
next chapter in "First Daughter" I will tell you that it is coming. I
had Chapter 3 completed and I read and re-read it hundreds of times and
something about it didn't sit right. So unfortunately, I scrapped the
entire thing. However, I have managed to re-write most of it and I feel
that this version is on the right path. You may not feel the same way
once you have read it but that's the chance I take. So please be patient
with me for just a little longer and you shall have "First Daughter".
Thank you.

AUTHOR'S NOTE²:  I apologize for the lack of incest in this chapter.
I posted it here to the incest newsgroups in order to keep continuity to
the stories.  I assure you, incest will return in Chapter 7.  Thank you.


"Custom Shoots, Ltd." 

a Nick Price tale 

written by Nick Price 

a/k/a kids_at_play 


Chapter 6:  Jolene's Photo Shoot


The shoot was over and the male model and Brianna climbed off of the bed
and grabbed their clothes and headed for their dressing rooms. That was
that! The four vignettes were done. Things went smoother than I had
thought. It was almost one o'clock. I had the rest of the afternoon
free. Then I remembered Jolene, in the back rooms, doing who knows what. 

I put everything away from the last set and changed the film in the
videotape and my cameras. Everything was fresh for the next shoot --
whatever it might be. 

I went to the back room area to get a sandwich for lunch in my loft's
kitchen. The models and young girls all had left and I was alone --
except for Jolene back here somewhere. My cock was still hard in my
pants. Those shoots had really gotten me excited. 

I went into the kitchen and went to the refrigerator and opened it,
looking inside. 

"Jolene!" I called out loudly. "Jolene? Where are you? How about some
lunch?" 

About thirty seconds later Jolene came skipping into the kitchen,
smiling. 

"Been keeping busy?" I asked her. 

"Yep!" she said, giggling. 

"Want a sandwich or something?" I asked her. 

"Are you done?" she asked me. 

"With what?" I asked back. 

"Your work for the day?" 

"Well, as a matter of fact, I am done," I told her. 

Jolene smiled widely and said, "Great! Then maybe you can do those
pictures for me, okay?" 

"Um, I think I can fit you into my busy schedule," I told her, acting as
if I was swamped with work. 

She ran up to me and threw her arms around my waist and pressed against
me, hugging me tightly. 

"Oh thank you! Thank you, Mr. Price! I really appreciate this, I really
do! Thank you so much!" 

As Jolene hugged me, I felt the smallish bumps on her chest press into
my stomach. Her braless pre-teen developing breasts! I also felt my
erection poking into her stomach down below. After having watched so
many scenes with men playing around with young girls it got me to
thinking. 

But then I told myself that all this little girl wanted were some
pictures taken of herself for -- what DID she want them for? She never
did 
really tell me what she wanted them for, did she? 

I set to work making a couple of sandwiches for Jolene and me. She got
two sodas out of the fridge and set up some napkins and glasses on the
small table I had in the kitchen. 

While I made the sandwiches, I thought about what Jolene had said
earlier this morning at my house. She had said that she had wanted some
pictures taken and that she had heard that I had taken some special
pictures of this girl named Rhonda Moore. And it was true -- I had taken
some special pictures of Rhonda -- but it was Rhonda's idea! She said
that she wanted them for her boyfriend. 

Rhonda had been only 14 years old -- but what a body she had! A
beautiful girl with long, flowing dark blonde hair. She had the body of
an 18-year-old. 

She had wanted some sexy pictures of herself -- undressing -- that sort
of thing -- and I happily obliged. Halfway through the shooting Rhonda
had told me that she couldn't pay for the pictures. I told her that we
would work something out -- which we did -- but she informed me that she
wouldn't let me fuck her. 
She was only letting her boyfriend do that to her. Instead, she gave me
a blowjob. An incredible blow job at that! Shit, the girl knew how to
suck a cock! 

But now Rhonda evidently had gone and told 12-year-old Jolene that I had
taken special pictues of her. That was bad enough. I hoped that Rhonda
didn't tell Jolene everything we did that afternoon. Or did I? 

I looked over at Jolene who sat in her chair waiting for her sandwich.
Pretty little thing. 
Shoulder length brown hair, cutest face you ever saw and a great little
young body. 

No! I don't think she'd go for it. I could get into trouble. She's only
12, for crying out loud. Not that Rhonda was much older, but Rhonda
seemed to be a bit wiser for her age. Experienced, as it were. Jolene
was just a pre-teen. 

But it all depended on what kind of pictures she wanted taken -- and
what they were for. 

I set her sandwich down on the napkin in front of her and sat down in my
chair. We ate in silence for a bit and then Jolene finally said, 

"That must have been some photo session!" 

"Why?" I asked her. 

"You had a big hard-on!" she said, surprising me so much that I choked
on my soda I was drinking at the time. 

"Wh-what did you say?" I sputtered. 

"I said," Jolene repeated, "you had a big old hard-on." 

"How -- how do you know that?" 

"I saw it earlier when I asked you where the bathroom was, remember? And
then I just felt it beore when I hugged you." 

I looked at Jolene and she just sat there nonchalantly eating her
sandwich. Eating her sandwich, drinking her soda and talking about
hard-ons -- mine. 

"How do you know about -- hard-ons?" I asked her. 

She ate some more of her sandwich before replying. 

"I know all about that kind of stuff, silly. I may only be 12 years old
but I know a lot." 

I didn't know how to answer that. I thought it best to drop the subject
so we both continued eating in silence. 

I finished my sandwich and drank the rest of my soda. It was now almost
2 o'clock. I cleaned the table off and rinsed out the glasses and told
Jolene to follow me to my office. 

Inside my office, which was just a small cubicle off of the studio
proper, I sat down at my desk and told Jolene to sit on a nearby bench. 

"So," I started saying, "what kind of pictures did you want taken?
Portrait? School? Organization? What?" 

"Just some personal ones," Jolene told me. 

"Well, what are they for?" I asked her. 

"Personal use," she told me. 

"Well, what type do you want?" I asked her again. 

"Kind of like the ones you took of Rhonda," Jolene said. 

"Oh, let me guess, Rhonda told you what kind of pictures I took of her,
didn't she?" I said, a little miffed that Rhonda had blabbed that
information to a 12-year-old. 

"Well, no, not really," Jolene said, slyly. 

"What's 'not really'?" 

"She showed them to me!" 

"Oh, that's just great!" I said, stunned. "I could get into a lot of
trouble if those pictures ever got around! She was underage! Oh man!" 

"Relax, Mr. Price," Jolene said all-too-calmly. "She won't tell and
neither will I. She's only going to give them to her boyfriend. She
showed them to me because -- well, because I asked her to, that's all." 

It seemed to me that Jolene was leaving something out but I didn't press
her. 

"I really want these pictures, Mr. Price. Please?" 

"All right, Jolene. But I'd still like to know what you're going to use
them for." 

"Just my own personal use, that's all. I promise I won't show them to
anyone. Honest!" 

It's very hard to believe the words of a teenager, well, in Jolene's
case, almost a teenager. Could I trust her? I wasn't sure. But the
thought of taking sexy pictures of this 12-year-old nymphette added to
the randy scenes I'd filmed earlier today made the decision an easy one. 

"Okay, you win. I'll do it. You want to change your clothes? Fix your
hair? Anything?" 

"No, I'm good just like this," Jolene said, looking down at herself.
"Are you set up and ready?" she asked me. 

"I am. But don't you want a backdrop or scenery of some kind?" I asked
her. 

"Um, I don't know. What have you got?" 

"Well, let's see. I've got a beach set, a desert sand set, some farm
scenery, a --" 

"How about a garden set?" Jolene said, 
stopping me. "You know? Like at your house? 
With the wall?" 

I remembered back to this morning when I had seen Jolene posing on the
wall in front of my garden. She had looked so sexy and sensual. 

"I think I do," I remarked, "just let me check." 

I rummaged through some scenery sets and finally found something close
to the garden setting she wanted. I took it out to the studio and Jolene
followed me. I set the scenery up in front of the white screen, checked
my cameras, checked the lighting, adjusted the lamps, and was soon ready
to shoot. 

I told Jolene to take her place on "the wall". 

Actually, I was using a bench as "the wall" and covered it with
brickpaper, to mimic the wall back at my house. Behind her on the white
screen was a scene of a garden, looking almost like the real thing. From
a distance you could see the faked setting. But on the pictures you
wouldn't be able to tell the fake from the real thing. 

Jolene hopped up onto the bench-wall and struck a pose like she had done
back at my house this morning. Her one leg up on the bench, the other
hanging down, leaning slightly back, her head tilted, her arm back
somewhat, 
resting on the bench itself. 

"Perfect!" I said, and proceeded to click off some shots. 

Jolene was a natural. She knew just how to pose her head, her arms, her
legs -- her whole body. She was really a beautiful little girl. 

After some basic standard posing I told her to start doing whatever she
wanted for those special pictures. Whatever she did, I would shoot it.
She was on her own. 

She seemed kind of nervous at first, but as time wore on, she seemed to
get into the swing of things. At first, she just posed for some sexy
shots -- bent over with her hands resting on the bench -- her rear end
pointing out at me. I took some lovely shots of her young rounded behind
in those tight jeans she wore. Some pictures of her looking over her
shoulder at the camera with a sexy pout on her pretty face. One of her
sitting on the bench-wall with her legs spread wide apart with this
sensual look on her face. 
All still fully-clothed, however. Maybe she didn't want pictures like
Rhonda's after all, I thought to myself as I continued to snap away. 

Jolene turned around to face me after having posed with her ass up in
the air again and sat down on the bench-wall. She didn't say anything as
she unbuttoned her jeans at her stomach and pulled the zipper down in
front. 
Her tight jeans opened and I could see a swatch of white in the opening.
Her panties! 

I snapped away at this new development. 

Jolene smirked at me and posed like that on the bench -- jeans open and
revealing her panties in the front. Then she stood up and turned around.
She tugged on her jeans and made them come down a little in the back to
reveal the tops of her white panties. She started swaying her body, as
if dancing to some unheard music. 

As she swayed her hips, she tugged her jeans down some more, revealing
the top part of her youthful buttocks. Nice and shapely, they were. This
was becoming exciting! My cock lurched in my pants. I kept snapping
away, capturing each movement Jolene made. 

Jolene turned back around, and her jeans had come down far enough in the
front to uncover 
the small, oval-shaped panty crotch panel in between her legs. The area
was a darker white 
and I could see a nicely-shaped pooched mound underneath. I found myself
wondering if she was hairless down there as I fired off more shots of
her pantied crotch. 

Jolene then pushed her jeans down her body the rest of the way. They
slid to her feet, where she attempted to kick them off. Her corduroy
work boots were in the way. 

Jolene sat back down on the bench-wall and leaned forwards, bending down
and reaching to start untying her boots. She got the one boot untied and
went to slip it off of her foot. As she did this, I took some pictures
of the action for myself. I've always loved a girl taking off her 
shoes when she was wearing socks or pantyhose. Those pictures would come
in handy for me at a later time. 

Jolene slipped off her boot, exposing her white-lined crew sock. She
took off her other boot and finally kicked off her jeans. She sat on the
bench-wall in just her long-sleeved pullover top, white panties and
white-lined crew socks. Would the top be next? I thought to myself,
snapping away like crazy. 

Jolene stood up then and showed her panty-clad behind to me again,
sticking it out towards the camera. God, it looked so fine and firm. My
cock began erecting in my pants. 
Jolene's hands toyed with the bottom of her slipover top, pulling it
this way and that. She pulled it up a little to reveal her bare flat
stomach. She twirled around in a circle lifting her top up and then
letting it fall back down again, just barely exposing her braless young
breasts. I was dying to get a look at them naked. 

Jolene then stopped twirling and faced me directly. She slowly lifted up
her top, showing me and the camera her smooth tummy. Then up a little
more to show her rib cage. Then a little more, until her top was right
underneath her developing breasts. I could see the undersides of them
through the camera lens, peeking out below the cloth of her top. I saw
the round swelling of them and I fired off shot after shot rapidly. 

With no embarrasment or shame, Jolene lifted up one side of her top and
revealed one of her pre-teen breasts. I clicked the camera. The boob was
small and conical. I clicked the camera again. It jiggled slightly on
her chest as she moved. I clicked the camera again. My cock shot up
thick and hard inside my pants. 
This brown-haired nymphette was almost naked in here with me. How far
would this go? 

She swirled around again, her back to me now. I saw her pull her
slipover top all the way up her chest, and then quickly turn around to
show me both of her conical breasts topless. She held the top up above
her breasts, shaking her chest and making her pre-teen boobs jiggle. 

God, she was beautiful. I was so engrossed in seeing her naked titties
that I momentarily stopped snapping the camera. I regained my wits and
continued on taking pictures. 

Jolene drew her top up and over her head, stretching her arms up in the
air, and in doing so, her young pubescent breasts lifted up, coming off
of her chest before wobbling back down on her flat body. Now all Jolene
wore were her white panties and her white-lined crew socks. What a sexy
sight! 

Jolene posed for some very sexy photos just dressed like that. In her
panties and her stockinged feet. I loved it! My cock was as hard as it
could be. If this nymphette didn't stop this soon, I didn't know what
would happen. I didn't know what I'd do. She was only 12 years old. 

I stopped shooting and walked up to her. I could feel my erection
pushing out the front of my pants. I should have worn Y-fronts instead
of boxers. I saw Jolene glance quickly at my crotch and then look up at
me, a sly smile on her face. 

"I -- I think that's enough now, Jolene," I told her. 

Jolene frowned and said, "What do you mean, that's it?" 

"I mean, it's time for a break. Let's take a breather, huh? Why don't
you go get us both a soda?" 

Jolene brightened up again and said, "Okay, I'll be back!" 

She was going to run off to the kitchen dressed as she was, or rather
undressed as she was, but I stopped her and handed her a robe that some
of my older models wear when we take a break from shooting. It was way
too big for her, but she slipped it on and skipped off to get the
drinks. 

Actually, I wanted to have some time to cool off my body and get my cock
to subside. 
I was getting too worked up. Maybe I'd be able to talk Jolene into
stopping now -- then this thing wouldn't go any farther. 

But on the outside chance that she'd insist on continuing, I began to
reload all my cameras. 

As I was reloading the film and waiting for 
Jolene to come back with the sodas, the buzzer at my loft entrance rang
out. 

"Oh shit!" I said under my breath. Who could that be? I had an underage
girl almost naked in here with me -- taking pictures of her yet. I could
get into some serious trouble. 

Hesitantly, I went to the door and said, "Who's there?" 

A perky female voice answered. 

"It's me, Rhonda! Remember me?" 

"Okay, hold on," I said, and opened the loft door. 

Rhonda Moore was standing there, smiling widely. 

"Hi!" she said. "Can I come in?" 

"Uh, yeah, I guess so," I stuttered, and she walked on in. 

I shut the door behind her and followed her into the studio. I looked at
her ass swing as she walked in front of me. Rhonda, the 14-year-old girl
I had taken photos of before, had long, dark-blonde hair and a pretty
older-looking face. Today she was wearing a pair of denim blue jean
shorts with a belt around her waist. A multi-colored patchwork
button-down blouse with cut-off sleeves. White slouch socks and white
sneakers. Boy, did she have a great ass! Especially in those tight denim
shorts! 

Her breasts weren't very big, even for 14 years old, so she hardly ever
wore a bra. But as she walked in front of me, I could make out something
white flashing beneath her sleeveless top on the sides. 

"Uh, what can I do for you, Rhonda?" I asked her, nervously. 

She looked around the studio, saw the white screen with the garden
scenery, the lights blazing, and the cameras all around and said, 

"Are you working now?" 

"Um, uh, yes, I am. I'm doing a -- photo shoot -- um, for a friend. But,
I'm done -- I think -- why?" 

"Do you think that you could take some more pictures of me, Nick?" 

"Um, I don't know about that, Rhonda. I mean if word gets around -- I
mean you're underage and all, you know? I could get into a lot of
trouble, you know?" 

"Relax, Nick. I'm not the kind to go blabbing this around. We could both
end up in trouble, you know?" She giggled after she said that. 

"But you did show the pictures around, didn't you, Rhonda?" I accused
her. 

"Yeah, I did! To my boyfriend, is all. I did them for him, you know?" 

"And I'll bet that he blabbed it to all his friends, huh?" I said,
convinced that I'd be arrested any 
second now. 

"No!" Rhonda yelled. "Those photos were for me and my boyfriend. that's
all!" Rhonda insisted. 

"That may be true," I conceded, "but what if your boyfriend finds out
that you paid for those photos with your mouth?" 

"I already told him!" Rhonda said, smirking. 

"Oh, Jesus! Great, Rhonda! Just great!" 

"He doesn't care! He says that I can do what I want with any part of my
body except for my pussy. That's his and his alone. So you see,
everything's all right. Don't worry. Chill out, 
Nick." 

I was somewhat put at ease by her remarks, although also somewhat
curious. What kind of boyfriend lets his girlfriend act sexually with
other guys as long as she doesn't fuck them? Rhonda must really be a
little slut. But I wasn't complaining. I let down my defensive guard. 

"Okay, well, what did you have in mind this time?" I asked her,
completely forgetting about Jolene or why she wasn't back yet. 

"I want to get something done of me in sexy lingerie -- you know --
underwear. I have some on underneath what I'm wearing right now." 

That must have been what I saw underneath her shirt, I thought to
myself. 

"And, uh, you know," Rhonda continued, "I'll pay you in the same manner,
if you like, or maybe you can think of something else we can do, what do
you think, Nick?" 

Rhonda walked up to me and put her face inches away from mine, her eyes
looking lustily at me. 

"Yes, well, we'll, um, see about that later. Why don't you fix yourself
and I'll set something up. 
How about a black background? What have you go on, white?" 

"White? Yeah!" Rhonda said, brushing through her long, dark blonde hair
in the mirror. 

While I was setting up the black backdrop, Rhonda said, 

"So, who's the private photo shoot for? Anyone I know?" And she giggled
again.
 
Just then Jolene came out from the back rooms carrying a tray with two
bottles of soda and two glasses with ice. She set them down on a nearby
table and then looked over at Rhonda brushing her hair in front of a
mirror. 

Shit! I had forgotten all about Jolene. Curse my raging hormones and
curse Rhonda Moore's wiles. Shit! Jolene was a friend of Rhonda's and in
fact had found out about me from Rhonda. Now what was I going to do? 

Rhonda turned around and saw Jolene standing there in the oversized robe
and her white-stockinged feet, looked at me, smiled slyly and said, 

"Oh, I see who it is. What a coincidence." And now both Rhonda and
Jolene giggled. 

Something was up, and it wasn't just my cock. 

"You two girls must know each other, huh?" I asked sarcastically. 

Both girls burst into laughter and Rhonda came over to me and put her
arm around me. 

"You might say that," she said, "we're cousins!" 

Whoa! I wasn't expecting that one. 

"Nick, I'm sorry," Rhonda said, "Jolene and I hang out pretty much and I
told her about the pictures you took and she wanted to see them. I
showed them to her and she really liked them a lot. She wanted to get
the same kind of thing done and she wanted to know if it was safe to
have you do them. I told her it was, and well, we came up with this
idea. I knew she was here with you all along." 

Now Jolene came over to me and put her one arm around my other shoulder
and said, 

"It was great having you take my pictures, Mr. Price." 

"Please, Jolene, you call me Nick." 

"And besides, Nick," Rhonda added, "I didn't tell my cousin everything,"
stressing the word "everything". 

"Okay, okay, you girls got me good. No harm done. Jolene, I think we're
done with your pictures. If you'd like to get dressed now I'll have your
pictures done by tomorrow for you, okay?" 

"Okay, Nick, but I'd -- I'd like to stay and watch -- um, Rhonda's
session," Jolene asked timidly. 

"No, I don't think that's a good idea, Jolene," I told her, thinking
about the way in which Rhonda would be paying me for my services later
on. 

"Heck, Nick, I don't care if my cousin stays and watches. Let her stay.
Come on," Rhonda said. 

"Okay, okay," I said, giving in. You can sit over there," I told Jolene.
"Just stay out of the way, all right?" 

"Sure, I will!" Jolene said and went over to a chair off to the side and
sat down. She crossed her one leg over her knee and her white-stockinged
foot hung in the air looking so dainty and sexy. I turned my attention
back to Rhonda. 

"Okay," she started saying to me, "I'm going to be starting like this,
fully dressed, and I'm going to strip down to my underwear. That ought
to make my boyfriend really hot!" 

Rhonda stepped up onto a small stage I had erected in front of the black
backdrop. She positioned herself in front of the backdrop and stood
still while I checked the lighting and adjusted a few lamps. Everything
seemed to be ready. 

Rhonda's photo session was about to begin. 


The End 


Coming next: Rhonda's revealing photo shoot and things get a little
naughty as Jolene joins her cousin on stage. Plus, don't miss the
surprise visitor who helps out Nick with his problem.



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"Well I'm a grown man and as strong as I am, well sometimes it's hard to
believe; that one little girl with little blonde curls can totally
terrify me."  (Gary Allan)


"Thank Heaven for little girls!"  (Maurice Chevalier)
 
"Do you believe in magic in a young girl's heart?" (Lovin' Spoonful -- 
1965) 

"We find delight in the beauty and happiness of children that makes the
heart too big for the body."   (Ralph Waldo Emerson) 

"He who cannot see the beauty of a child hath no beauty in him."    
(Anon) 

"A thing of beauty is a joy forever."
John Keats,   "Endymion"     1818 

Kids are our future. Kids are our hope. Please respect them. Don't
exploit them. 

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