"Yes, that's right. Your step-daughter would model swimsuits for visiting coaches and team consultants or sometimes for other specialty photographers who need a model who is especially young. It's important that we keep this to ourselves, because so much money is involved. She would try on different swimming suits and get in racing or lounging positions so the customers could see what the swimming suits would look like on a real model. And some of the related apparel would be for other non-swimming events, too. But the pay would be...."

My step-mother interrupted, "I understand, Mr. Davis. Yes, Wendy would be glad to do it, and of course we will keep it our secret. It's just the two of us, since her Father disappeared a year ago. We haven't heard from him and I'm not expecting him to return."

I knew what she meant. She was saying that my Father was probably killed in some underworld fight somewhere, or else he took off and left us, because if he was in jail again, we would have known about it. But my step-mother seemed really eager to get me to be a model for Mr. Davis.

It was August and Mr. Davis approached my Step-mother when she came to pick me up at the community pool. He had been watching me for a while, but I pretended not to notice, even showing off a little bit when I was playing around the pool, or sun bathing, in my old, two-piece swimming suit. It was from the year before and was really tight on me now, but the material was pretty thick so you couldn't see through it like you could on some of the racing swimming suits, when they got older.

Then Mr. Davis, my Step-Mother, and I, got in his car and he drove us back to our apartment. He and my Step-Mom talked and had a few drinks. They ordered a pizza and he paid for it. He took a few pictures of me while I ate pizza, and I had to try on some different clothes for him. Then they talked and I had to go to my room. The next morning she got me up around ten and had me take a bath. Then Mr. Davis picked us up and we drove into the city. His building was in a half-empty strip mall in a not-very-nice area of town. I wondered why wealthy clients would go to a place in that kind of neighborhood. During the ride to his place, he explained to my Step-Mother that my tan lines would make for more exciting pictures and videos when I modeled swimming suits or other things.

When we went inside, he locked the door and turned on the lights and took us past the little waiting area it front with just a few chairs and some old magazines. It looked like it used to be a little dry-cleaning shop or something like that, and it smelled kind of like cleaning solution.

In the back were tables and chairs with two side rooms and another room in the back. Then Mr. Davis said, "My customers like this little out-of-the way studio because it's so private here. One of the security guards keeps a close watch on my place because I give him a little bonus every month. Back in this room..." He pointed to the side room on the left. "... is where your daughter will be modeling various swimming suits and other apparel. Occasionally I set up this bigger room..." He waved his hand around the room we were in which had light-colored carpeting, but it was mostly empty. "Sometimes I set up a runway, or special photography sets out here for the models, especially if I have several customers at the same time. Then Wendy would try on a swimming suit and walk back and forth on our little runway. It's only a foot off the floor." He pointed to a large stack of wooden boxes over on one side of the room. There was other furniture under some big sheets. It looked like a small bed and a big chair, and things like that, but I couldn't be sure because all I could see were the legs of the bed and a chair and some other things. There was a row of folding chairs near the door we had just walked through from the front.

Mr. Davis said, "And then you would be paid much more when she models in front of a live audience. There might be other models, too, boys or girls about her age. And if she is selected for a special presentation, she might get her hair done, make-up, and special outfits with high heels - fancy stuff like that."

My Step-Mother nodded and smiled. "Yes, I think I get the picture."

He unlocked the door to the room on the left and flipped on those lights. There were pictures of girls and boys in racing, swimming suits and other kind of swimming suits for sitting around the pool or working on a boat - things like that. I noticed a camera on a tripod in the corner. There was a big mirror on the right side of the room, and two walls were covered with big pictures of boys and girls in swimming suits, like I said.

He got out an envelope with cut-out pictures of swimming suits and other crazy looking outfits. We stood next to a table with big binders on it. He pulled out a big binder and opened it to page eight which had a picture of a naked girl about my age with front, side, and back views as she stood on a low box with her hands at her sides. She was smiling, but blushing. As he placed one of the cut-out pieces of a swimming suit over the front view of the girl, I felt a tingle in my pussy. Then he picked out another swimming suit cut-out. It reminded me of the cut-out clothes set I used to play with when I was little, like to put different outfits on a picture, and the page was a kind of stick plastic, so the outfits would stay on when you held up the stiff picture card.

Mr. Davis put several different swimming suits over the picture of the naked girl. I tried to look at her picture without staring. She had tiny breasts with swollen nipples about the size of mine - like big, pink olives on a little pale mound of breast. She didn't have any hair on her pussy, and neither did I, but I was starting to get a few longer, wispy blond hairs. You couldn't see them, but I could feel them and then pull on them, so I knew they were there. I could still feel tingles in my pussy while we looked at different swimming suits being placed on top of the picture of the naked girl.

Then Mr. Davis turned the page and there was a different naked girl. The picture was the same size and had a front, side, and rear view. He said, "I've probably got pictures of twenty youthful models - boys and girls - which I use to show how various swimming suits will look on them." Then he chuckled and said in a low voice to my Step-Mother, "Of course, naked boys often get excited when posing, which ruins the way the swimming suit would fit."

My Step-Mother chuckled. "I understand." She said.

When he said 'naked boys,' I felt another surge of tingles in my pussy.

He flipped to the back of the big binder and on the last page was a picture of a boy about my age, with the same views - front, side, and from behind. Mr. Davis quickly put his hands over the first two pictures of the boy, but I saw his thing, and it was sticking straight out. I looked at the rear-view picture of the boy and wanted to look at the first two that showed his thing, but Mr. Davis had his hands over the middle of those two pictures. He said, "Close your eyes a second, Wendy."

I closed my eyes part way, so it would look like I had my eyes closed, but kept my head down. Mr. Davis moved his hands to let my Step-Mother get a good look. I was kind of peeking through my almost-closed eyes. The boy had a stiffie and it was sticking almost straight out, like between three or four inches! It looked like it would be about the size of Mr. Davis' finger, but the boy's thing kind of curved up. I've heard girls talk about them and two of my friends had actually seen real ones, like my friend Mary sees her brother's thing all the time if their Mom is gone. She gets to touch it. He's fourteen and I think he's cute. Mary said that if I stayed overnight at her house sometime, that her brother would show it to me, if I would let him take off my panties, but I haven't been allowed to spend the night at her house yet.

Anyway, Mr. Davis said, "I prefer to use circumcised models, which is why I do most of my photography here in the states. And of course the boys are nervous when I'm taking their pictures, especially if I let them look at the pictures and videos of my other models. In the other books, the models are posing in different positions, but I have the lay-over cut-outs for different body positions to show customers. But a live model works best, so the customer can see and feel how the suit fits while the model is moving around, or while she is holding a racing start pose on our pretend starting block. And it's real-life, so it's much easier for the coach or other customer to see how well the swimming suit fits. Your daughter would probably only model once or twice a month, and it would be for the price we talked about, plus generous bonuses depending on the individual sessions or special circumstances. Come over here and sign these papers, so we can start today. Then I will try some different swimming suits on your daughter today, while you wait out in the front room."

Then they went out to the other room again. I heard them talking so I looked at the book with the picture of the cute, naked boy, about my age. I could hear Mr. Davis and my Step-mother talking in the other room, so I turned the page and there was a different boy - from the front and the side and the rear. He had a stiffy, too. It was bigger, and his thing was straighter. While I was looking at the pictures, I heard him say, "... for my own protection. So you need to read this out loud while we stand together in front of this video camera, that way I know you won't try to get me in trouble or blackmail me."

I heard my Step-mother say, "I won't try to get you in trouble, and in a way, I'm glad you're being cautious. I don't want your pictures or videos of my daughter to be seen by anyone around here, at least not for five or ten years, and we'll probably live somewhere else by then, and she will look different. I know she's going to have sexual experiences, so it might as well be in a safe place, with people I trust, and I can make some good money at the same time. Let me read this."

I kept looking at pictures, but was listening to them at the same time. She read, "My name is Sonja and I'm Wendy's legal Step-Mother and I hereby give my permission to let Mr. Davis, and other photographers he knows and trusts, take pictures and videos of Wendy while she models swimming suits and other outfits or exotic apparel and I realize there will be some total nudity, and that some or all of the photographers might touch her during their photographic sessions. And... And... so if I read this part then I'll get about double the amount you talked about?"

Mr. Davis said, "Yes. About double the amount, and probably more frequent photo sessions, too."

My Step-Mother continued reading, "And... I understand that eventually there may even be sexual fingering between her legs - in front or in her anus, or oral sex involved with Wendy with the photographers or other boys or girls. She may do some role-playing scenes with other boys or girls about her age, or older; on camera or in front of a small audience. And I agree to keep this a total secret from everyone I know or might meet in the future. I promise to never talk about this with any law enforcement person. And this agreement is good for life, even though these photography sessions will only take place over the next year or two. We may extend the contract after that."

Mr. Davis said, "Excellent, Sonja. Here is a bonus envelope for you. I'm sure Wendy will enjoy her experiences, and this way she will get to play with girls and boys in a safe, controlled situation, and for good money for you."

My Step-Mother said, "Very good. The money will help so much. Thank you."

While they were talking, I looked at the next page, and it was a naked girl. I kept looking through the book. There were eleven girls and four boys. I mostly looked at the boys, but it was fun looking at the girls, too. The boy's things all looked different when I looked close, like some were curved, and some were fatter or longer, or had a different shaped tip. It was fun comparing them. I really felt tingles. There were several binders on the shelf. I noticed another, smaller binder on the little table and decided to open it.

The first two pages showed close-ups of three bald pussies, labeled A, B, and C. A had full, fat pussy lips, and in B you could see the top little bit of her wrinkly thing between thinner lips, and in C you could see all of her wrinkly thing between much thinner pussy lips. The next page was also labeled A, B, C, and D, with A being a bald pussy and B had a little bit of fuzz beginning to develop. C had more hair, and D had lots of dark, curly hair even though the girl had been shaved on the sides of her pussy, like the older girls at the swimming pool. And the next set of two pages showed five pictures of breasts with the front view on top and a side view right underneath it. These were labeled, A, to F and they went from perfectly flat to breasts that stuck straight out. I figured out that mine were most like "B," which were basically just puffy nipples, on tiny mounds.

I closed both binders when I heard them start to come back into my room. My Step-Mother said, "You're signed up to model for his swim suits, Wendy. Remember, you have to keep all of this a secret. If you keep modeling for him, we'll be able to get our cable TV turned back on and some other things, so try to do your best and I'll wait right out in the very front room while you do some modeling. And let him adjust your outfits.

This won't even take an hour today." She turned and went into the middle room, and then through the door to the front area by the front door to the store.

Mr. Davis smiled and put his hand on my shoulder. I was wearing my jeans shorts and a T-shirt and gym shoes. He said, "Before we start, Wendy, I want to get an idea of the type of suit to have you model for me first." He picked out the smaller binder and opened it to the first two pages that showed the three bald pussies. He put his finger on the first one and said, "See how girl A has full, plump lips, and girl B has thinner lips and on girl C you can see most of her big clitty?" He pointed to each one, putting his finger right at the top, center of each pussy. He said, "A, B, or C? Which one is most like yours?"

I felt a big tingle in my own pussy, as I said, "A. Mine is like girl A."

"Good." He said and rubbed my back all the way down to my shorts. He patted my bottom and said, "Very good. That's what my customers prefer most. A. That's their favorite type."

He turned to the next page showing pubic hair. Again he pointed to each one, taking his time. Mr. Davis pointed with his left hand and kept patting my bottom with his right hand. "Now look at these pussies, Wendy. See how girl A has no noticeable pubic hair and girl B has a little bit?" He kept tracing his finger around on each picture. My pussy gave a big tingle and my hips moved, kind of squeezing. He said, "Just look at the pictures, Wendy. You're doing so good. I hope I'm not patting you too hard. I'm not patting you too hard, am I?" He kept patting my bottom.

"No." I said. "I'm in between A and B, but closer to A."

He didn't say anything and was getting ready to turn the page. I said, "I'm starting to get a few hairs, though. You can't see them, but I can feel them."

"Very good, Wendy. I'll take a close look in a little bit, when you model for me. And I'll get some pictures of you. My customers prefer A for plump, full pussy lips, and either A or B for pubic hair, so I'm sure you'll be a popular model for us. Very good."

He must have felt me squirm again, because he said, "If this is making you nervous, just put your feet apart a little wider. That helps most of the girl models when I get them ready for their first photo shoot. Just put your feet farther apart." His hand was down on my shorts, almost going underneath me and between my legs as he kept patting me. I wasn't moving, but he said again, "Just put your feet farther apart if you feel nervous about undressing and posing for me today. And you know I will be touching you as part of your modeling."

"Yes, I heard her tell you it was OK for you to feel my swimming suit and clothes and things, so I know." I felt another tingle and my hips squirmed, clenching and moving forwards. I slid my feet farther apart.

He kept patting me, reaching farther down and a little ways between my legs. "You're doing so good, Wendy. So you have plump, full pussy lips and your pussy is mostly bald?"

"Yes." My pussy squirmed again.

"Excellent, Wendy. If this is making you nervous, open your feet a little wider. Next we'll look at titties."

I opened my feet a little wider and his patting had turned to rubbing. He was rubbing around on my bottom and then between my legs and back to my bottom, kind of massaging me.

Mr. Davis stood up straight again. Look at the pictures of titties, Wendy. I'll unbuckle your shorts and help you step out of them, getting you ready to model. Your Step-Mother signed all the paper saying you will do the swimming suit modeling for me, and changing swimming suits in front of me and one or two customers. But mostly it will just be me taking pictures, so let me take your shorts off now. OK?"

"Ye...yes." I said, feeling so many tingles in my pussy.

He unsnapped the snap and pulled down the little zipper. "That's a good girl." He said. "And I told Sonia that she would get a nice bonus today if you were very cooperative with the photography. I'll just pull your shorts off now. OK?"

"O... Oka... ka... Kay." I said, as he pulled my shorts down. I stepped out of them.

Then he knelt down beside me and took off my shoes and socks. "Good girl. You'll be ready to pose in just a few minutes. It won't hurt a bit. Most girls are pretty nervous the first time they undress for me. If you feel nervous, just open your feet wider. That's it."

I had opened my feet wider and he started patting and massaging my bottom and then between my legs. He said, "Yes, it does feel like you have plump, full pussy lips, Wendy. Very good. Yes, you'll get a nice bonus today. You're being very cooperative. Which kind of titties do you have, Wendy?"

"Mine are like Bu... Bee." It was hard to concentrate because he was squeezing my pussy lips together pressing them against my bumpy. He would squeeze and release and then squeeze and release again. I felt my hips move each time he did that. "Oh." I said the third time he squeezed me.

Mr. Davis said, "That didn't hurt, did it, Wendy?"

"No." I said.

"Good, because we never hurt our models here. And you're going to be a great model. I'll check your titties in just a second to verify the size and shape, but I need to see if I feel any hair on your pussy. Hold still while I slip my hand inside your panties for a second. Hold still. That's a good girl." He pulled my panties out from the side, with his left hand holding the leg hold out. Then he slid his right hand up the leg hole and slid around to my bottom, patting and massaging me. Then he started moving his hand under, between my legs. He said, "Open your legs for me, Wendy. Arch your back and stick your bottom out. Open up for me. That's a good girl."

I opened my legs farther for him, and he reached under me, with his hand on my bare pussy, squeezing my lips together again. He said, "Very good, Wendy. I don't feel any pubic hair." Then he pinched my few hairs between his thumb and forefinger and pulled them gently. "Just a few longer ones, like you said, "Perfect. This is what most of my customers want in a model, still naturally bald with plump, full lips." Then Mr. Davis slid his finger through my slit. I could tell it was wet, because it was so slippery, but he didn't say anything. I hope he didn't notice.

He stood up again, and led me over to stand in front of the mirror. "Now to check your pretty, little titties, Wendy. You'll get another bonus for this if you picked the right letter to correspond with your breast size. Are you pretty sure you're a "B?"

He sounded like he was kidding around with me. I said, "Yes, mine are like little olives, Mr. Davis."

We were looking into the big mirror, standing about three feet away from it. He put his hands down on the front of my T-shirt and felt them. He laughed. "Yes, I think you just got more bonus points, Wendy. Very good. But you have to show me. Lift your T-shirt so I can see your pretty, little titties in the mirror.

I lifted the bottom of my T-shirt to show him. "See?" I said. "B."

He laughed, too. And then he put his hands on them and began rubbing them. He said, "Take off your shirt while I try to make them swell up a little bit, and then I'll get a picture of them."

I took off my T-shirt and dropped it on the floor while he kept rubbing my titties, kind of squeezing and gently pinching and twisting them. It was sending tingles through my pussy each time he squeezed. I said, "Unnn." Then I remembered what I wanted to ask him. "What does 'circumdized' mean?"

Mr. Davis said, "It's 'circumcised' and it means that a boy's foreskin was cut and stitched when he was a baby so that you can see the red tip of his penis all the time. It's supposedly more sanitary, but I'm not sure. But they look better in pictures. I can show you pictures of circumcised and uncircumcised dicks so you can see the difference. You'll probably deal with both kinds eventually."

I said, "Oh, I like looking at pictures."

Then Mr. Davis said, "I think you're ready to officially start your introduction video now, Wendy. Put your T-shirt back on. Here's what you need to do next."

He kept giving me directions while he set up the camera next to the mirror. Besides the directions, he also told, me that probably only a few of his trusted photographer friends would see this video that we were going to make. I was wearing my panties and T-shirt when he said, "Go."

I was hoping I could remember all of his directions as I walked up to stand on the lines on the floor. "I looked at the camera that was on the tripod next to the big mirror. I was about six feet back from the mirror, standing on the lines he showed me. I said, "I'm Wendy and I'm... I'm nine years old. I'm a model and um, I'm going to undress and change swimming suits in front of the camera." Then I took off my T-shirt and started rubbing, pinching and twisting my titties like Mr. Davis showed me. I said, "This helps my titties get bigger for the pictures and I have to do it before posing for the cameras, or sometimes one of the cameramen will help me and squeeze them for me." I pinched and pulled them. "Oh." I said. "That tickles." Then I turned so my side was towards the camera and demonstrated again, showing the camera how far I could pull them.

Then I turned around a few times and pulled my panties part way down, and kept turning. Then I let them fall to the floor and stepped out of them. I said, "I'm still bald and have plump, full lips... I mean pussy lips." I squeezed them towards the camera.

"Now I'm standing on these measuring lines with both feet on '2's so like my feet are only 2 inches apart, like almost closed. This is to show how far I can put my feet apart before you can see my little, wrinkly thing in the middle. Now I'm on fours, and now I'm on sixes so my feet are six inches apart, and you can't see my wrinkly thing yet." I looked at the floor and put my feet on the labeled lines that had a two or a four and so on. I kept looking in the mirror and saying things like, "Now I have my left foot and my right foot on 12s, so that means my feet are 12 inches apart and you still can't see my wrinkly thing in the middle."

By the time I got to 28 you could see it a little bit, but Mr. Davis wanted me to keep going until you see really see it. Each time I moved my feet out to the next floor marking I had to say if I thought you could see it. When I got to 34 I said, "Now you can see my wrinkly thing pretty good, especially if my tilt my hips forward and up towards the mirror, and my feet are 34 inches apart now. And I can pull my lips wider open, too, with my hands, so you can see it even better. Like this. See?"

I demonstrated a few times and then I said, "So now I'm going to try on different swimming suits for you. I hope you want me to model for you." I could tell I was really blushing, and I wondered if he was going to show my video to his customers.

Then I remembered the other thing. "I'm going to turn around and bend over, and you can still tell my lips are plump even from behind, and you can't see my wrinkly thing unless I put my feet real far apart. And I can almost do the splits. I'll show you." So I faced away from the camera and bent over, touching the palms of my hands on the floor without bending my knees, with my legs together. I kept sliding my feet farther and farther apart until pretty soon I was almost doing the splits. Then I got on my hands and knees and let my knees slide farther and farther apart to show them how limber I am. That's what Mr. Davis said to do. I could tell I was really wet, but I didn't say anything, and I hoped it didn't show up on his video that he said he probably wouldn't share with anybody except maybe a few of his photographer friends.

I pulled a little wooden chair over to the floor markings and tried on several swimming suits, and turned around for the camera and Mr. Davis. He would take pictures of me from the side of the room with his little camera. A few times he reminded me to squeeze my titties to make them bigger. He didn't say anything, but I could see him at the side of the room, pretending he was squeezing his own breasts. I stayed undressed and turned around before I put on each new swimming suit.

After trying on four different swimming suits, he said, "Cut." Then he went up to the camera on the tripod and fiddled with it. He smiled into the big mirror and came over to me. "You did great, Wendy. Absolutely great. Let's get this suit off you. I'll have other outfits for you to model the next time you're here. And I love your tan lines. A pale triangle that accentuates your beautiful, plump pussy, and those little triangles and string lines make your titties look like triangular fried eggs. Your pale bottom almost glows in the dark! Marvelous."

He had me stand over the marks on the floor and put my feet out to the 34 inch lines again. He knelt behind me, kind of to my left side. With his right hand, he reached under me and started rubbing his finger through my slit. He didn't say anything, and neither did I. Each time he rubbed his big finger across my clitty bump, as he called it, I felt a thrill through my whole pussy. I knew my pussy was really wet, but he didn't say anything about it, so neither did I. As he kept rubbing me, my hips started moving again, and then I noticed I was saying, "Unn," each time he flicked across my bump. He kept doing that. I put my feet wider apart and arched my back to stick my bottom out for him. He kept rubbing me and then started pushing his finger just a little ways into my vagina, but that kind of hurt. I said, "It's too big. Unnn. No, it hurts. Unn. Don't push it so far up me."

Mr. Davis said, "It's OK, Wendy. I won't push in any farther. We'll work up to it. Then it will feel wonderful for you. But not today. Your Step-Mother is waiting for you. Should I stop rubbing you now, or can I rub you for another minute before we get you dressed."

"Another minute." I said.

He kept rubbing his big, rough finger forward and back across my button while I massaged my titties some more. I was really wet, but still he didn't say anything, even though he would get some of my goo and rub it over my button. He rubbed forward and back, pressing a little bit harder. Each time he rubbed forwards I felt a big tingle all over my pussy and tummy. I said "Unnn." Each time.

He said, "This doesn't hurt, does it, Wendy?"

"No. Unnnn. No, it.... Unnn..... doesn't hurt. It tickles. Unnn... it tickles."

He rubbed for a little bit longer and then stopped and gave me a spank on my bottom. "You'll be a great model, Wendy. Very responsive and cooperative.

My hips kept squirming around for a little bit, even after he stopped. Then he pulled down like a big curtain - a colored roll of heavy, light-blue paper from a roller near the ceiling. He had me stand in front of it and look at his camera. Then I had to rub and squeeze my titties for a little bit while he got his camera ready. I faced the camera and he took my picture, and then I turned my back towards him, and then sideways to his camera. He said, "You'll be in my book by next week, so I can show customers. I like to rub the girls for a few minutes to get them excited for the pictures. Then they look extra sexy."

"Gee." I said, and I could tell I was still blushing. "You're going to show people these pictures of me?"

"Yes, of course. You're a very pretty, sexy girl. They will want you to model for them."

As I got dressed back in my panties, shorts, and T-shirt, he said, "Don't tell your Step-Mother about everything we did. Only share about trying on swimming suits if she asks."

"I won't say anything!" I promised. "Not to anybody."

"Do you want to come back for another session next week, Wendy?"

"Yes."

I'm scheduled to go back again next Saturday. My Step-Mother didn't ask any questions, but she did remind me not to talk to anybody about our session. I promised I wouldn't say anything. Mr. Davis gave her another envelope which she put in her purse without looking at it. He said, "I think she will do great, and have a good time, too."

Only six more days. I can hardly wait.