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A Week In The Life Of Will McBride 1 Routines
Author Unknown
Day One...Routines Ne' Routines
The perfectly balanced sensations of both total pleasure of having my cock
gently sucked by nine-year-old Danni and total pissed-off-ness of having
Hans calling me this early in the morning at fucking damn six a.m. seemed
to portend the week to come. Danni soon was joined by her mother Melanie
at the root of my pleasure, slowly doing a sweet double-suck swapping off
to very real kisses with each other before returning their attentions back
to my morning wood. Cradling the phone in the nape of my neck as best I could
as my left hand happily petted Danni's hair and my right hand more forcefully
shoved Melanie's mouth down the shaft of my cock so I could go ahead and
come and she could then get up and feed Danni breakfast and get her ready
for school, Hans screeched his caterwauling chatter into my ear as the light
static in the satlink from Germany to Newark creaked and popped and my coming
did.<BR>
<BR>
"That prospect still coming over today?" Hans-y asked me for the fifth time
in five minutes.<BR>
<BR>
"Yes, yes, like I told you a moment ago, she and her 4-yr-old are eager and
motivated, so I'm sure they'll be here...usual compensation for them, since
they're virgies to this?"<BR>
<BR>
"Five hundred for the non-contact shots, two grand for the contact ones provided
they're real?"<BR>
<BR>
"Plus, Hans-o, no more bootlegging them even to underground mags without
me knowing and more money too."<BR>
<BR>
"I'd'a said I'z sorry, Will, for that unfortunate incident...I swear it twasn't
me, it was one of my private customers...but yes, I'll make daaummm sure
they all understand the rules, or I'll cut them off from your swtufff, promise!"<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
Hans was a good guy, an okay guy and customer at least. Anything pre-menopausal
that walked through the door with any blood relative under eighteen that
would do either real or real-looking-enough "sex ed" shots was a guaranteed
two thousand for me minimum, oftentimes two or three or more times that if
he brokered them to the growing European hardcore porn markets. I knew he
probably made five or ten times more than what he paid me, just like my models
got paid a similar fraction of what I made. And Hans' franchise was only
for his German customers, not Europe as a whole.<BR>
<BR>
"Okay...have any special requests today?...and you do know it's six in the
damn morning here don't you?"<BR>
<BR>
"Naughhpe, no special order stuff for this week...and sorry about calling
so early, I can never keep the twime difference straight."<BR>
<BR>
"Not a problem...talk to you later, man."<BR>
<BR>
The shower door slammed shut loudly as Danni came in damply naked her Mom
right behind her both giving me a kiss on the cheech before dressing for
the day. "Have a good day, Willy..." Danni called to me before heading downstairs
to catch her school bus "...you too, Punkin', you too...".<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
Three years and some months ago Mel had wandered into my studio looking
for a job, any job, having just gotten fired from her waitress job at "The
Newark Diner" just a couple of blocks away because Danni had been sick for
a week and she had stayed home to take care of her. Her showing up when she
did was a perfect excuse to fire, hell, I don't even remember her name, my
worthless old receptionist and photographer's assistant and put this 5'6"
38D'd natural blond with a genuine smile behind my frontcounter and into
my life.<BR>
<BR>
I had been doing erotic photography of adults ever since trying to make
a living wasting celluloid beginning almost five years hence and had been
tippy-toe experimenting with erotic photography of both children and families.
After helping with a session that involved a nude set between a mother and
her seven-year-old son and seeing the size of the check I wrote this model
for doing the shoot, Melanie point-blank asked me if I'd consider doing a
shoot with her and then five-almost-six-year-old Danni, for the same or better
money of course. I had a standing request from a French client that paid
a thousand minimum to as much as five thousand for such a set, so I told
her if she would agree to a "full contact" session with her and Danni I'd
pay her five hundred cash upfront. I also told her that these photos would
probably be published in so-called "Swedish" porn magazines in Europe and
the images of her and Danni would be out there forever. She didn't care.<BR>
<BR>
I had done several mother/daughter shoots before for the underground markets
but that first one with my now two loves was special. Mellie didn't just
pose with her precious Danni, she seduced her for me and my Nikon, slowly
kissing and stripping her before making as wild and passionate lesbian love
to her as I've ever been permitted to watch, her tongue just bathing her
own flesh-and-blood like a mother-cat, calling her kitten to her lust-filled-heart
as the session wore on. My pants became blotted with come as I tried my hardest
to be the professional I am and focus on the job at hand which was getting
everything on film. But when Melanie coaxed Danni between her legs for the
first time ever as they lay on the prop-bed together in my studio and her
precious kitten-tongue licked her mother's clit, yes, I lost it, stripping
my clothes off and joining them for a few moments before realizing I needed
to finish the shoot. Money is, however profane, money.<BR>
<BR>
Finishing the shoot I took them upstairs to my loft apartment above my street-level
studio in beautiful downtown Newark and we've, the three of us have been
together ever since, Melanie now being my full-time studio assistant and
Danni also helping out sometimes by still modeling for me, serving as a touchstone
to kids and families who might be nervous about doing erotic posings.<BR>
<BR>
Melanie came back upstairs after waiting at the bustop with Danni. Spring
sun pierced its early rays through our clerestory window over our heads as
we snuggled close together, me naked and she still clothed.<BR>
<BR>
"Remember the ten o'clock one" she gently reminded me.<BR>
<BR>
"I know, I know, I know..." I grumbled in reply.<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
Because we usually worked both Saturdays and Sundays we tried to block out
Mondays and Tuesdays for days off, but when you're self-employed and have
to maintain constant cashflow on a more or less daily basis you takes your
models and your work when you can get them.<BR>
<BR>
"Have you seen the little girl's photo?" she whispered as her hand played
with my cock.<BR>
<BR>
"Yes, just the couple of Kmart shots she brought in..."<BR>
<BR>
"She's very pretty...we should be able to sell full market across the board
for this one..."<BR>
<BR>
"Yeah...you did tell her the scale of payment, from nude to full contact,
and you did get her to sign on the dotted line, didn't you?"<BR>
<BR>
"Have I ever let you down even once, Willy?"<BR>
<BR>
"No..." I laughed "...not even once." We snoozed another hour before
getting up, a fire truck whizzing by at full volume on Gregson St. not-so
gently reminding us that for the rest of the world it was a Monday. <BR>
<BR>
<BR>
Chris and her little four-year-old daughter Samantha showed up two minutes
early at nine fifty-eight as Melanie greeted them and lead them back to the
private studio area behind the public gallery of my "straight" works like
my wedding photos and executive portraits and such past Constance our receptionist,
handing their birth certificates to her so she could run them and make the
required evidence to keep things nice and legal should anyone ever question.<BR>
<BR>
"Connie, no interruptions until we come back out, the usual, thanks" <BR>
<BR>
<BR>
Chris was starting to shake a little from nervousness. Melanie put her arm
around her and whispered that everything was going to be fine, that we were
professionals and had done this hundreds of times.<BR>
<BR>
"Do I get paid today or when?" Chris asked with searching eyes.<BR>
<BR>
"As Melanie explained last week to you, Chris..." I mumbled with mild irritation
"...we'll do some standard shots for 'your book'...you do have your and Samantha's
books with you, don't you?...good..." I chatted while flipping through their
sad homemade modeling portfoilios "...we'll give you both two or three of
your best poses for your book for free, per standard industry arrangement..."<BR>
<BR>
"But what about the money?!?" she asked with rising concern.<BR>
<BR>
"After we do your portfolio shots, then we'll do a short test series
of photos with you and Samantha, for which you'll be paid fifty dollars...just
nude shots together, no harder stuff...if we think we can sell you, then
we'll give you a hundred for a nude set together, or two hundred more for
a 'full contact' set with Sam...if your photos are published somewhere, we
pay a percentage of our fee, which could be several hundreds of bucks more
for you, but that's not guaranteeed...but the money promised we pay today,
if we accept you..."<BR>
<BR>
"Cash?"<BR>
<BR>
"No, check, we're a business...but our bank is right down the street if you'd
like to cash it today, not a problem."<BR>
<BR>
"I want to do the full contact shots, Mr. McBride"<BR>
<BR>
"Let's get started then."<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
The head shots for trades were routine. I had no intention of putting either
her or Samantha in my book, but I knew having my stamped photos in their
books would help them. After the head and three-quarter shots Melanie gave
Chris the game plan for the next part of the shoot, which involved Chris
undressing her daughter by our script and then undressing herself in sequence
for the camera.<BR>
<BR>
"I'm on my period...is that a problem?" <BR>
<BR>
"Nope..." Mel answered "...you'll just need to wear a Tampax with the string
cut off...'got some already prepared in the restroom...let me show you..."<BR>
<BR>
As Melanie helped Chris behind closed bathroom door I offered Samantha a
snack of milk and cookies from the kitchenette area between this and another
studio set, she smiling and thanking me politely as noises of Chris and Mel
returning brought my attention back.<BR>
<BR>
Chris stripped her daughter in wooden motions, and stripped herself even
more nervously as Mel adjusted the strobes and my camera clicked away. She
did not have easy or happy eyes.<BR>
<BR>
"You've got to loosen up, Mrs. Walker, or you won't make a good subject for
the photos to come!"<BR>
<BR>
"I'm sorry...I'll try."<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
Mel went over to her and kissed her full on the lips as they stood in front
of the white seamless backdrop while reaching for her freshly tamponed pussy
and shoving a finger or two inside her. Chris gasped hard for a second as
her daughter looked on innocently and for a moment thought about calling
it quits before composing herself. <BR>
<BR>
"You have simply got to relax!" Melanie scolded.<BR>
<BR>
"I'm sorry...I just didn't expect..."<BR>
<BR>
"Expect what?...I told you that for the larger payments, you would have to
pose full contact with your daughter and possibly with other models too...I'm
a model too, Chris, in addition to being a photographer's assistant...William
just took a photo of us together...so, shall we continue, or not?"<BR>
<BR>
She composed herself enough to where we finished up the initial set so we
could pull some contact sheets. Having Connie get for lunch for us all from
the deli down near Newark Hospital, Chris and Samantha lounged on the bed
in the boudoir studio room next to the seamless backdrop room, still naked
from their first non-contact session. The nervousness and pain on Chris'
face was obvious, but I knew that Hans and Michele-Jean and Joachim and my
other buyers wouldn't care so long as there was full contact between mother
and daughter and/or what was on film looked real enough if it actually wasn't.
Still, if she would relax and look happy they'd be a lot easier to sell to
the magazine market and make more money for us all. The fact she was a brunette
and a little poochy with smaller breasts would make it an even harder sell
outside my collectors' markets. But pretty little Samantha would make the
difference.<BR>
<BR>
"Okay...you 'passed', Chris..." Melanie explained as she laid the first contact
sheets out on the bed "...here's a white pencil...circle the two or three
of each of the head shots for your and Sam's book you want and I'll print
them up before you leave..."<BR>
<BR>
"What about the more hard shots between me and Samantha...can we do them?"<BR>
<BR>
"William and I have discussed this, and yes, we would like you to, but you're
going to have to, simply to relax more...you do understand that you're about
to have sex with your four-year-old daughter and we're going to photograph
that, don't you?"<BR>
<BR>
"Yes, I understand that...I'm very nervous about that right now, but I understand..."<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
Melanie explained the script to Chris and Samantha. Chris and Sam would
be dressed on the bed as Chris pretended to mend Sam's dress, taking it on
and off several times. Eventually she would take Samantha close to her and
kiss her and then she would get naked and then she'd make love to her, and
if Samantha didn't balk have her daughter play with her.<BR>
<BR>
"I've never made love to another woman, Melanie, let alone my own daughter...you've
obviously been with a woman before..."<BR>
<BR>
"My own pre-teen daughter, Chris, among many others..." Chris' eyes bugging
out when she heard that.<BR>
<BR>
"...uh....would you make love to me now, so I won't be so nervous?"<BR>
<BR>
"Sure...and Will will do his thing when we do..."<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
I had seen my Melanie with I don't know how many other models and simply
never get tired of playing the voyeur behind my lensed glass wall. Encouraging
Samantha to join them on the bed as Mel did her usual lesbian walk on the
wildside with the newest member to our modeling stable a couple of rolls
of film were ran since we did have one customer that had a standing order
for anything having Mel in it for a minimum two hundred bucks. Samantha seemed
transfixed for a moment as her mommy spread Melanie's legs and slupred on
another woman's cunt for the first time in her life. Then, time for the shoot.<BR>
<BR>
Chris was much more relaxed. Samantha's dress came on and off her tiny four-year-old
frame as pretend mends to it were made before Chris took her nude daughter
in her arms and posed lip-to-lip with her for a lesbian kiss from hell as
they sat on the studio bed together, Samantha giggling a little sometimes
with a happy chirping "Mommy!". We then had Sam suck her mother's nipples
and play with her breasts before finishing disrobing and doing a gentle full-body
massage on Sam and then opening her legs wide and planting some sweet kisses
on her daughter's barely developing pudenda. Melanie coaching Samantha a
little, Sam at first turned up her nose a tad to her mom's slightly bloody
smelling twat but after watching Mel laugh while lapping away finally dove
on it as well, the three of them finally smiling and laughing together while
sharing the moment of monochromed sterile passions. Sterile because of the
surroundings but oh-so hot never the less. <BR>
<BR>
"Melanie, my turn" I barked. She knew what it meant. Taking the camera from
me, my clothes were shed and I joined mother and daughter on the bed. While
I loved Danni to death and enjoyed having sex with many of my child models,
four years old was simply too young for me. Having swapped off roles many
times before Melanie knew exactly what to do and when to do it.<BR>
<BR>
Keeping my face out of the shots I rolled Chris on all fours between Samantha's
legs and started ramming it home inside her tampon-filled pussy. Blood streaked
thinly down my shaft as I rammed the cotton cock deeper inside my newest
subject. Melanie knew I loved that. Clicking away shots were garnered of
my cock sticking out of Chris' cunt while she slurped away at her precious
daughter's own. Coming, that was the end of my momentary passion and the
session for today.<BR>
<BR>
Out in the reception area Connie pulled the checkbook out. "Four hundred
dollars even, please Connie, for Miss Walker here." Chris looked puzzled
but pleased.<BR>
<BR>
"For the extra accidental sessions with Melanie and myself, Chris...you did
extra work, so you get extra pay..." <BR>
<BR>
"Thn,...thanks, Mr. McBride..."<BR>
<BR>
"...it's Will, and it's not a problem..."<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
As mother and daughter modeling team pulled the heavy aluminum-framed storefront
front door open to leave yesbut with the unspoken knowledge that they'd
be back sometime soon Danni's school bus pulled away from the corner stop
as my younger lovely bounced in smiling past them scooting sideways as they
crossed in and out of the threshold Danni rushing to hug her mom and
me with an embrace of feeling pure and sweet our lives together happy.<BR>
<BR>
-30-<BR>
<BR>
Note to the "real" Will McBride who might be reading this footnote and any
others who care - the above was a piece of speculative fiction and in no
way bears any semblance to the past or prior real-life conduct of the internationally
known photographer Will McBride, nor by the fantasies presented above means
to imply that Mr. McBride ever has, is, or will engage in any illegal activity
of any kind. The above work was authored as a protected free speech parody
and fan-fiction work attempting to honor the pioneering work of the real
Will McBride.
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