Previously in chapter 2: My hobby takes another unexpected turn when a photo shoot of a young lady set up by my wife and the girl's mother turns into a very interesting and exciting event, and a very close call with the authorities.

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As I have said, Carol continued to hook me up as the family photographer for her friends. One Thursday afternoon she came to me with a request from her friend Ann. Ann was one of the "regulars" in Carol's group of girl friends, sharing in many of their shopping and social adventures. Ann's daughter Claire, was involved in beauty pageants and Ann was a typical stage mom. You may be familiar with the recent fad of involving young girls and even some boys in pageants at an early age. Ann had Claire involved since she was three, and now she was ten. I was not a fan of those pageants, and I always believed most of the time the mom's were interested in using their girls as surrogates for their own self image rather than seeking to better their children. Never the less, when Carol passed along Ann's request to prepare a portfolio for Claire, I agreed. Ann was recently divorced, and could not afford the price of a professional photographer, and in Ann's opinion Claire's progress to higher levels of competition was dependant on having an acceptable set of photos to submit for consideration in more elite competitions. Carol had committed me to a photo shoot on Saturday afternoon. This was acceptable to me as my only plans for the day were no more demanding that diddling around with my portfolio of photos, and maybe weeding out some less desirable ones. I was to meet Ann and Claire at their home, and planned to head to a nearby park for the majority of the shoot. Well, Saturday came, and predictably the weather had turned foul, with a promise of heavy rain on the way. I called Ann to see if she wanted to reschedule, but Ann was adamant that they needed to apply at a pageant later in the week and she wanted to move ahead with the shoot. She indicated we would do a quick indoor set at home and reschedule a full shoot for some other time.

I headed over to Ann's house in the early afternoon. I was no longer looking forward to the afternoon as home shoots most often came out looking like snapshots and were not normally very professional looking, and I knew that Ann was not going to be satisfied if that were the case.

Ann may not have married well, but she divorced very well. As they say, she was a good house keeper. He kept his 401k and she kept the house. It was large and in a fashionable neighborhood, with a huge family room in the basement that was formerly her husbands "man cave," complete with a pool table and full bar. Outside the lower level doors was a nice in ground pool and spa. Carol had explained that Ann's ex-husband had been quite successful, and while he was a scoundrel, he had managed to leave her the house with no mortgage. She was house rich and cash poor.

I had not met Ann's daughter Claire prior to this time. I learned that Ann had two daughters, Claire, age 10 and her older sister Alexis, age 13. Claire was the obvious favorite, getting all the attention for her pageants and competitions while Alexis tended towards the more studious endeavors. Both were present that Saturday afternoon, but the attention was focused on Claire. Claire was slender and very cute in a somewhat typical way. Her hair was long, about mid way down her back, and very blonde. I noted that Clair had inherited her mothers looks. Ann was fairly petite herself, standing not much taller than her older daughter, and was strikingly pretty. Her daughter Alexis was older and more developed than Clair, but still without much of a figure. At 13 you could tell that she had begun to develop, but it was barely noticeable in her outfit. She had auburn hair and green eyes, a look that I have always appreciated.

Ann took us into the family room where she proposed to do the shoot. The lower level had the family room bar area, a library, bathroom and two additional bedrooms. Ann had take over one of those two rooms as Claire's "Pageant" room with make up mirrors, closets full of costumes and gowns and even a small stage area for her to practice her poses and routines on. I was pleasantly surprised by this, as the background for the stage was actually a good quality photographic scrim, providing depth and color that I had not expected to have.

Ann explained that she had a series of outfits planned. She explained that they were trying to make a jump from simple kiddy style beauty pageants to what she called "Glitz" style pageants. They called for outfits that were more grown up looking and routines that were more aggressive. Based on the coming pageant, she wanted photos depicting Holiday attire. I prepared to excuse myself so Claire could get into her first outfit, but Ann stopped me. She explained that even at ten, she as a seasoned trooper and was accustomed to changing costumes around others. Ann felt it was more important that I concentrate on setting up my lighting and preparing my equipment rather than take time to be polite. Ann was starting to rub me the wrong way already as she was coming off as exactly what I liked the least about the whole kids pageant world, the pushy stage mom. I glanced over to Claire to see what her reaction was, but she just smiled her approval. I was alright with it, so I agreed to keep moving. I began unpacking my equipment as Claire and Ann fussed around with make-up and hair. As I completed my set up I looked up to see Claire was stripped to her panties and patiently allowing her mother to apply her make up and work on her hair. As promised, she seemed unconcerned about my presence as she allowed her mother to work on her. For my part I was surprised to find myself a bit aroused by her casualness. When she slipped out of her top and her shorts she had revealed a slender figure and very brief panties. She turned to speak to her mother and I was pleased to see beautiful puffy nipples topping off the barely perceptible rise of her young breasts. Her panties were very low slung, barely covering her young pubic mound. I felt my cock begin to stir and turned away, busying myself with my equipment again.

Ann selected a Christmas outfit to start our shoot. It consisted of brief red velvet boy-shorts and a faux fur top that left her midriff bare. A pair of black knee high boots and a Santa hat completed the outfit. The outfit was cute, and undeniably sexy, and on some level it played into my prejudice against the whole pageant thing. It may seem difficult in light of my previously revealed exploits, but part of me still questions the appropriateness of dressing 10 year old girls in revealing outfits and parading them about the stage. For the moms it seems like using the girls to play out their own self esteem issues, and for the promoters it seems like preying on the dreams of little girls for profit. The television shows strike me as thinly veiled child pornography. Like I say though, part of me feels that way. The other part looked at little Claire and longed to see those deeper treasures that had been hidden away under her very brief panties. Life had tossed another lemon in the air for me and damned if I didn't reach out to it like some prize home run ball.

We started the shoot with a series of very innocent poses against the backdrop. Mom provided various props in support of the Christmas theme including gift wrapped boxes, stuffed toys and lollipops. Claire's mom was very much in control of her daughter, dictating her poses and having the older sister, Alexis running to fetch various things in support of our shoot. I had resigned myself to the fact that there was not going to be much spontaneous about this series of photos. Ann, however, surprised me when she began directing her daughter into a series of ever more suggestive poses. The boy shorts Claire was wearing were, as I said, very brief, and very tight on the young thing. Ann had Clair pose with her butt to me, lifted and pushed out. Ann continued to direct Claire to keep her tummy pulled in and her shoulder back, accentuating the curve of her back into her cute ass, and pushing her small tits forward. This was followed by a pose with her in basically the same position, but now bent over, grabbing her ankle, a pose that pulled her shorts tight across her ass and well into the crease of her young vulva. There was little left to the imagination.

In a surprising turn, Ann came over and asked me to show her the last several shots I had taken. I rarely comply with those that ask to preview shots in this manner, but she asked so abruptly that I allowed her to look. I anticipated that she would not approve of the level of exposure these shots gave of her daughters privates, and prepared to have her ask me to delete some. She did show some disapproval in her look, but rather than ask me to delete them, she clucked about her dissatisfaction with the way Claire's panty lines showed in some of the shots. She immediately directed Claire to remove them and re-do those poses. This turn of events stunned me into silence. Claire obediently dropped her shorts and began to pull off her tiny panties, but to my dismay she turned away as they dropped, leaving me to appreciate her very nice little ass, but no peek at the prize.

After replacing the boy shorts we resumed shooting. If the earlier shots of Claire's rear had left little to the imagination, these left nothing. Her shorts sucked up tightly into her little crease and appeared more like they had been painted on than worn. Ann nodded her approval as Claire moved through these poses. For my part I was continuing to try to capture at least marginally acceptable shots for a portfolio that Ann intended to use for pageant application, but at Ann's urging also began to focus on Claire's assets in a manner that I doubted would be publicly acceptable. Ann had Claire stretching up, reaching high over her head, making her top slip higher and higher on her small chest. Her poses continued to pull her top up until the soft underside of her tiny breasts were below the bottom edge of her top, nearly revealing those beautiful nipples, but not quite. I looked around at Ann, and saw no disapproval from her, and Alexis had assumed a position on a spare chair in the corner of the room. She was watching closely what was going on, but remained non-committal and quiet.

My level of arousal was beginning to worry me, as it was clear that the photos now had gone beyond the level that was necessary for a legitimate pageant application unless there was much more to them than appeared on television. When Ann's direction finally resulted in Clair's tight top sliding up past her tiny nipples I paused, expecting Ann to stop her and do a costume adjustment. Ann, however, gave no indication that she was concerned about her young daughter's revealing pose. When I suggested to her that she may want to pull her daughters top back into place she just smiled, and indicated that I should continue. I was quite torn as to what to do next. It seemed clear that Ann had no problem with Clair's exposed chest, and I have to admit, that when I thought about it, what I was shooting was no different than the occasional panty and nip slips that already populated my collection. The big difference was that this time they were not surreptitious or accidental in nature, and not only was my little subject aware, but so was her mother and sister! My intimate photo shoot a year earlier with Jenny had involved her clear consent, at least as far as I was concerned. Although the law might not have seen it quite that way, it was private, between she and I. It was very intimate in nature. This time I felt very exposed. As I have said, a secret is not a secret if more than one person knows, and my photos now involved four!

Ann directed Clair into a new pose. This one was had her standing next to a wooden kitchen chair. I continued shooting as she moved through several poses, including cute ones with her posing behind the chair and with one or both feet up on the chair. Clair's top was pulled up far enough now that both her beautiful breasts were on display. They were creamy white mounds and topped with sweet light pink nipples with almost no visible areola. I could not control my physical reaction to this little tart, and the growing bulge in my pants was getting pretty difficult to hide. Clair was obviously enjoying herself, and actually was moving much more on her own. I found that while she was following her mothers directions, her movement into each pose consisted of multiple vignettes into that pose. My camera was firing in rapid sets of five to ten shots at a time, and I knew that those shots were much better than the poses Ann continued to suggest. I had found a rhythm with Clair that was working well.

The room was warming up quite a bit with the lighting I was using for fill light, and Clair was actually developing a light sheen on her skin that I knew would be natural and beautiful in the photos. Clair's next pose was electrifying to me. She had turned the chair around so it's back was to me, and proceeded to swing her lithe leg over the chair to straddle it, facing me. The motion caused her already revealing red shorts to ride up into the pocket of her thigh and when she seated herself the stretched crotch of the pants pulled tightly to her right, revealing half of her gorgeous smooth mound including a pronounced little labia. Her smooth movement into the pose was captured in six rapid fire shots from my camera before it was completely clear to me that the photos were well beyond a nip slip or a panty shot. I stopped shooting as my erection raged inside my suddenly way too tight jeans. I looked around to see Ann's gaze alternately examining her daughters exposed cunny and my face. I know my face was flushed red as I lowered my camera and began to stammer something to her about it being time to work on a new costume for Clair's next set. Ann fixed me in place with a look that I recognized instantly. It was the look that the family cat has on it's face when it has a mouse cornered. Satisfied and predatory at the same time.

"Keep shooting" she said, almost in a whisper.

Without another word she moved over behind Clair sitting on the wooden chair, as I raised my camera back to my eye. Ann gently hooked her fingers under her daughters stretched out top and Clair raised her arms cooperatively as her mother slowly pulled it off over her head, leaving her sitting astraddle the chair wearing only the maladjusted boy-shorts and knee high black boots. Ann took up a position behind Clair on the chair, pushing her daughter closer to the open back of the chair, spreading her legs further, and revealing more of her small quim. Now one tiny lip and the very tip of her small hooded clitty showed against the seam of her shorts. Ann wrapped her arms around her daughter's tiny waist, hands running over her flat belly and up to her small fleshy globes. Clair leaned back into her mother's arms, her eyelids gently closing and a look of comfort and anticipation on her face. Over my shoulder I heard the soft quickening of Alexis' breathing as Ann's hands left Clair's stiff little nipples and traveled across her flat belly to the waistband of her shorts. Ann's eyes rose to meet mine.

"We're going to take a lot of photos together" she breathed. "You see, Eve showed me some very special pictures you took of her daughter Jenny."

The shock on my face with this last statement was obvious. I realized that my world was about to spin out of my control. I began to protest my innocence but Ann stopped me harshly.

"Don't worry David, Carol has no idea, the little fool! And she won't either, as long as you cooperate with me. You'll take the pictures I tell you to, and like it. Together we can make my Clair a little web star, and your secret will be safe. Otherwise, I'm sure Jenny's mother will be happy to tell the authorities where her little girl's naughty pictures came from!"

I broke out into a cold sweat. I had been trapped. Eve had indeed seen the photos Jenny and I had created, and I knew the police had them already as well. If Eve spilled her information to the authorities I would be painted as a predatory child pornographer and my life would be ruined. My vulnerability made me the perfect captive photographer for her to fulfill her desire to turn her daughter into a web star without the risk and complication of seeking a true professional for the work.

"Well?" queried Ann as her fingers slid under the waistband of Clair's shorts.

My eyes raised to meet hers, then to Clair's smile. Clair held the same cat like expression of her mother as she moved her young mound forward to meet her mother's hand.

I raised my camera again to my eye. It was time to make lemonade.