"I know how you can make that kind of money."

"How?" Scott Harrison was definitely interested. He had a gambling debt of several thousand dollars he needed to pay off. If he didn't at least get them a grand or two in the next couple weeks, he knew he'd be suffering from a broken knee-cap, or worse.

"I've got a friend," his drinking buddy said, "who's a photographer, and he's working with a guy who runs some of those girly web sites, you know, where they take cheesecake photos of teenage girls in bikinis."

"No way," Scott said, then took a big gulp of his beer.

"Think about it, dude. The guy's legit, he's been a photographer for years and takes pictures for ads and stuff. And that daughter of yours is hot, there's lots of guys that'd pay good money to see her in a skimpy bikini."

"She's my step-daughter, and she's only fourteen, and..."

"There's lots of money to be made, and quick."

"She'd never do it."

"I've seen the way that girl behaves. Girls like her, they love to show their little bodies off."

Well, he's right about that. She probably would do it. "So," he says, "how much money? How quick?"

So that's how Scott Harrison, auto mechanic with a big gambling debt, showed up at a photography studio in Park City with his fourteen year old step-daughter, Megan. It was a nice studio, bright and clean, in a fancy building. Definitely a professional place. The photographer had assured him it was all legit. "We'll just take some pictures, send them to my buddy, and if he thinks it'll work out, there's lots of money to be made."

"How much?"

"Depends on how popular she is, but usually $500, $1000 per set."

Wow. A few sets and he's got the debt paid in full.

"Does she have a string bikini? Or something small like that?"

"I think so."

"Have her bring it along."

The photographer introduced himself to Megan, said his name was John, gave her a nice smile and shook her hand. He showed her to the changing room and told her to put her bikini on, and then put her clothes back on over it.

Scott hadn't really told her what was going on. The photographer told him to just tell her that he was looking for a model, and leave it at that, and then if anything comes of this first shoot, he'll explain it all to her. He'll even act like her sted-dad doesn't even know about the web site, if that's what he wants.

"That'd be good," he said. Plausible deniability.

The photographer started taking pictures of her and then had her slowly unbutton her shirt. Basically it was a striptease, the photographer walked her through stripping for the camera, except that she was wearing a skimpy bikini underneath. He's good, Scott thought to himself, and she's even better.

Megan wasn't a shy girl, but she felt weird as the photographer took pictures of her while she took her clothes off. He had her pose in silly ways, like pull her pants down and give a surprised look at the camera. But he was a nice guy, and she enjoyed it. When she had her clothes off and was just in the bikini, she felt funny, especially since her step-father was standing there watching with a goofy grin. Then the photographer had her get down on her hands and knees, and he asked her to get down on her elbows, and she realized he wanted her to pose "dirty," like with her ass up in the air and everything. She felt very silly, posing like that.

Then the photographer got down on the ground in front of her and had her get back up on her hands, and push her arms together so that she was squeezing her breasts together a bit. She gave the camera a nervous smile.

"That looks great, Megan!" he said. "Squeeze them together a little bit more."

She looked down at herself. Her breasts were not big, but the bikini was tiny, and there was already a whole lot showing. "If I squeeze'em any more, they'll pop out!" she said.

He gave her a grin. "No they won't. And if they do, we'll just pop'em back in."

She giggled, then squeezed them together even more. "Awesome!" he said.

When she sat back, she realized that the top of one of her nipples was showing above the cup of her little bikini top. "See, I told you they would pop out!"

"It looks great," he said, grinning at her. He took a couple pictures of her as she pulled the cup back into place.

He told her to lay down, and she did. "Now open your legs a little," he said. She spread her legs, just a bit. "A little bit more," he said. She felt a little silly, even a little naughty, laying there with her legs open. She knew why he wanted her to pose like that.

"That went very well," he said to Scott while she was back in the changing room. "I'm pretty sure this'll be a go. I'll give you a call when I hear back from my associate."

Scott was wondering how long it would take. He needed lots of money, quickly. So he was pleased when the photographer called him only three days later. "My friend is very excited about her potential. He's already set up a demo web site for her, and he's gotten lots of positive feedback. He wants fifteen sets to get the site going, and is willing to pay three hundred per set."

It didn't take long for Scott to figure out that that was $4500 dollars. His gambling debt would be almost paid off.

"It might be a good idea if I tell her about the web site," the photographer said. "Why don't you bring her over here next weekend for some more pictures? And then maybe you should leave, so she and I can talk, OK?"

"OK." He wasn't sure about leaving her alone with him, but he seemed legit, and he didn't want to be around when they talk about the web site. Plausible deniability.

"Have her bring some sexy outfits, and I'll get some, too."

Scott told her she'd make $100 for the photo shoots. That was more than enough to convince her to go back.

"So, here's the deal," the photographer told Megan after her step-dad dropped her off. "I sent your pictures to a buddy of mine who runs some web sites, and he wants to create a web site for you. What would you think of that?"

"A web site?"

"Yeah, you know, nothing big, just pictures of you in bikinis and stuff like that."

"Really?" She had to admit, she was just a little excited by the idea.

"Yeah. He's got a demo page set up, you wanna see it?"

"Sure." There was just a hint of hesitation in her voice.

He pulled up the web site on his computer. There was a picture of her face, with a big smile. "Coming soon..." it announced, "Sweet Nadia, 12 year old fashion model."

"He didn't use your real name, of course. I didn't even tell him your real name."

"It says I'm twelve," she said.

"Yeah, he must think you look younger than you are."

She took the mouse and clicked on the "Samples" link. There were three pictures, one of her unbuttoning her shirt, one of her standing in her bikini with her legs apart and her hands on her hips, and one of her down on her hands and knees with her arms squeezing her breasts together. "Click for a larger picture," it said. She clicked the one of her down on her hands and knees, and a larger version loaded. She was glad you couldn't see any nipple in the picture, but it was pretty dirty. Her boobs were definitely popping out.

"What do you think?"

"Does my step-dad know about this?" she asked.

"Well," he said, hesitating. He didn't want to lie to her, but... "I haven't shown him yet. I thought maybe we should just keep it secret for a while. We could make a lot of money off this..."

"Yeah, he said I'd make $100 if I pose for pictures today."

He had to smile to himself. The dude was going to make over four grand, and he offered her a measly hundred? "Well, we could make a lot more than that if this site takes off."

She clicked on "Links," which took her to a page with a lot of links to other sites. "Sweet Joey, 11 year old fashion model;" "Sweet Henrietta, 13 year old fashion model;" etc.

"Those are all the other web pages he runs. Those girls make a lot of money."

"Oh."

"So what do you think? Should we take some pictures?"

"OK."

They took a lot of pictures that morning. Some were pretty silly--wearing a swimsuit and a raincoat with an umbrella, or rollerblades and little shorts. Some were sexy--he had her put on a little school-girl outfit, with a button-up blouse and a plaid skirt and a backpack, and he had her sit at a desk and spread her legs and sort of lift her skirt, flashing her panties. "Pretend that you're trying to turn on your teacher," he said with a grin. She felt funny about that, a little dirty but kind of sexy.

He took her out to lunch at a fancy restaurant by his studio, and they chatted about school and stuff like that. Then they went back to his studio for more pictures. This time, he didn't have her put on any outfit or anything, he just started taking pictures of her. After a few pictures, he says, "Why don't you take your shirt off? Pose in your bra a bit." She felt a little weird about that, but she did it. He took lots of pictures of her in her bra. Then he says, "Start unbuttoning your pants." Pretty soon she was standing there with her pants down around her ankles, posing in nothing but her bra and underwear. "Now reach around your back and unhook your bra, like you're pretending you're gonna take it off."

Her heart was beating pretty hard, from both nervousness and excitement, as she unhooked her bra. He took a few more pictures of her, just standing there with her bra unhooked.

"Well," he said, putting his camera down, "only three more sets to go. You up for it? We could finish tomorrow if you want."

"No, I'm up for it."

"OK." He fished through a pile of clothing, pulled out a black lacy bra that latched in the front, and matching panties, then grabbed the schoolgirl outfit off the rack and handed it all to her.

He had her strip out of the schoolgirl outfit. She felt weird, because she knew he could see her nipples, at least a little bit, through the lace of the bra, and a bit of her pubic hair, too, through the panties. She felt very exposed as he took pictures of her like that, and for the first time, she thought about the guys that would be looking at these pictures. They'll be masturbating, she thought to herself. Oh, god, they'll be looking at my nipples through this bra and masturbating! Just like guys look at porn, they'll be looking at me! They'll be thinking about having sex with me and everything. The thought sort of freaked her out, but at the same time she she could feel herself starting to get a little wet at the thought of guys looking at her and jacking off. It made her smile thinking about the silly guys that jacked off to pictures of girls like her. What a bunch of horny bastards.

Then she looked at John. She realized that he was probably going to look at her pictures and masturbate, too. She had this vision of him standing there with a huge hard-on, beating his meat. Her heart was pounding at that thought, when told her to get down on her knees, and she did, looking up at him--at the camera--with the best "turn-on" look she could muster. For some weird reason, she suddenly wanted to give him a good show so he had a lot to masturbate about later. She wanted to give all the guys that looked at her pictures a good show, to help them out so that they could come while they fantasized about her. That thought made her get totally turned on. She knew it was weird, but the idea of helping some stranger, some guy she'd never even meet, helping him to have an orgasm, letting him fantasize about fucking her and everything, that totally turned her on.

"Now unhook your bra," he told her, "but keep the cups on, you know what I mean?"

She gave him a smile and reached up and undid the clasp on the bra. When she did, one of the cups slipped down and totally exposed her breast. "Oh, sorry," she said, and reached down and pulled it back into place.

He grinned. "That's OK." It made her feel funny, exposing her breast to him; she felt very naughty, and she kind of liked it. "So," he said, "can you just leave the cups in place and take your hands away? Will they stay if you do that?"

"I think so." He took several pictures of her, sitting there with the bra unclasped. Her breasts slipped out several times, and he was presented with a delightful sight--young, small, firm breasts, soft and delicate, with fairly large, light-pink, even cream-colored nipples puffing up into thick little teats. She didn't even care that he could see them, she would sit there for a second and let him look before she pulled the cups back into place for the next picture.

"OK," he said as he put the camera down, "let's see what outfit we should use next." He rummaged through the clothes again, and pulled out a man's tank-top undershirt, a "wife beater" as they are called, and a little pair of boy-shorts underwear.

Megan felt very exposed when she emerged from the dressing room. The shirt was many times too big for her, and it hung down so that most of her breasts were showing. The material was so thin that the shape of her nipples was perfectly visible, and her nubs were very hard from rubbing against the soft cotton, and standing up quite obviously. And the boy-shorts were really small, really tight. As she walked into the room, she looked down at herself. Man, guys are going to be jacking off like crazy to this set.

He took lots of pictures of her posing in this dirty outfit. Then he told her to get down on her hands and knees. He took a few pictures, then told her to get down on her elbows. As she sat there, her ass sticking up in the air, she felt very dirty, very naughty, and as he took a couple pictures of her from the side, she realized that the shirt had fallen away from her chest and the pictures would show her breast, completely exposed, in profile. She smiled at the camera. Yeah, the guys are going to beat off like crazy.

If she'd thought about it at all, she would have been surprised that she was willing to let a guy take pictures of her with boob hanging out. Heck, just this morning she was relieved to see that the sample photo of her didn't have a little bit of nipple showing, and now her she was letting everyone see her whole boob. But she was having fun, she felt good and sexy and turned on and it didn't bother her at all.

He had her turn to face him, and as she smiled at the camera, she knew that the shirt had fallen away completely and her boobs were out, just hanging there for the whole world to see. Her heart was pounding as she saw him just staring right at her breasts, his eyes darting from one to the other. She knew he was gonna be jacking off tonight, that he probably had a hard-on even right now.

He was hard. Hard as a rock. The girl had the sweetest little tits he'd ever seen, even hanging down like this they were still firm and round, they barely even changed shape at all. And her nipples were so light-pink that he could hardly even see them, except for her stiff little teats, poking out so provocatively, just begging him to suck on them. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have a fourteen year old girl that was so willing to show off her little ladies to him.

"OK," he said, grinning at her, "that might be a little much. Maybe you should get up on your hands, kinda hide them a little."

She grinned as he took a few pictures of her with her arms squeezing her tits together but hiding her nipples from the camera.

"OK, one more set to go. You still OK to keep going?"

"Yeah." She smiled at him. She was sort of excited to see what he was going to make her do next.

He got a little cut-off shirt, a tiny pair of white string panties, and a little pair of cut-off jeans shorts. The shirt was tiny on her, so small that it barely covered her breasts. When he told her to lift her arms in the air, the shirt pulled up and her breasts just popped out, both of them, and she didn't care, she just stood there and smiled at him and let him look. After staring for a little while, he grinned at her. "How'bout you pull it down a bit, just have it up enough that a little bit of your nipples are showing." He took lots of pictures of her like that.

He had her take the shorts off, and she posed in the little string panties for a while, then he told her to get down on her elbows and her knees and he took pictures of her from behind. She felt incredibly dirty; she knew that the panties barely covered her privates, that there was just a thin little string over her anus and not much more over the rest. She knew that, from the angle he was at, the pictures would show a whole lot. Her face was hot and red, in large part from embarrassment at showing so much off, but also in part because she felt incredibly dirty and sexy and turned on; she knew what this pose was about, she knew the message it was going to be sending to all the guys that looked at her pictures: Come and fuck me, I'm your dirty girl and I want you to fuck me now.

He had her lay down on her back, and he didn't even need to tell her to spread her legs, she just did it automatically, spread her legs wide and looked right at him. She was really feeling it now. He took a couple pictures of her, and then she reached up and pulled the shirt up, exposing her breasts entirely. She knew he wouldn't take any pictures of her like that, but for some reason, right then, she really wanted to show her breasts to him. She really wanted to give him something to jack off about that night.

Her breasts looked lovely with her laying on her back, just as lovely as they did when they were hanging down; they were just as firm and round and soft as ever, her teats stiff and prominent, standing up so provocatively from her puffy pale nipples. A million thoughts ripped through his mind right then, all of them dirtier than the last--God I want to fuck her, I want to rip those panties off of her and give her a good hard fucking. And she'd let me do it, too, I know she would. She might be a virgin--he wasn't really sure--but she's a hell of a little slut, anyway.

He gave her a grin. "Why don't you pull that shirt down a little bit?"

She grinned back at him, and pulled the shirt back down, just a bit, so that most of the lower part of her nipples was exposed, her hard little nubs covered by the bottom of the shirt but standing up smartly, so stiff that they held the shirt up and gave a little peek. She smiled sweetly at the camera while he took a few pictures.

"So, before we finish for the day, the web guy also mentioned he wanted a video, and I think this outfit would be perfect. You could just dance around for a couple minutes while I film, would that be OK?"

"Sure!"

He had her put the shorts back on--"So you can take them off while you dance"--and he put some music on and she danced around. Whenever she jumped, or lifted her arms, the shirt pulled up and her breasts were exposed. She must have flashed her tits ten times during that video.

"That was fun!" she said when they'd finished the video. "We should do more videos!"

"I'm sure the web guy'll be glad to hear that!"

Scott Harrison was pretty happy when he went to the studio to pick up his money. Not only would he finally be able to make a sizable payment towards his debt--thereby saving his knee caps--but he also heard good news from the photographer.

"So, the guy that runs the web site is really happy with the pictures," the photographer told him. Scott looked down at the prints (carefully selected, of course, to avoid anything that might disturb the step-father) that the photographer had laid out on the table. Megan sure is a little hottie, he thought to himself, I can see why the guy is pleased. "He wants three more sets of her, and would be willing to give you another two thousand dollars if you bring her in for another session soon."

Continued in Part II