As Martin drove his daughter to the studio the following Saturday (he had taken the precaution of telling Helena he was taking Briony over to his brother's place for the day) he mused on how successful had been his efforts to persuade his daughter into the idea of some more suggestive posing. Of course, she knew all about 'supermodels' from the other girls in the class - at that age they talked of little else that celebrity culture - and it was not difficult to get her to imagine herself posing in some sexy lingerie sets. In fact she had rather relished the idea in her constant eagerness to grow up beyond her years. She was at that watershed age : she knew enough to understand that being 'sexy' was what boys liked and what girls aspired to, but at the same time she was innocent enough not to see just how inappropriate it was for a girl of her age. Martin had contemporary culture to thank for that and at this particular moment in his life he was truly grateful!

Of course, the question of nudity had posed more of a problem, at least at first. He knew it would, of course, so he had prepared well. The increasing tendency of big name models to be persuaded out of their haute couture for an ambitious photographer was on his side. He had carefully selected some issues of Helena's fashion magazines that featured a variety of supermodels in the buff and so he was able to show Briony plenty of examples which appeared to be just casually and randomly discovered in the magazines he 'just happened to pick up from the pile.' Briony had not been shocked by the nudity she saw; on the contrary, she had been intrigued and impressed at the lithe young bodies on display. But when he gently introduced the idea that she, Briony could also model in a similar way in the next studio session, she had baulked.

'But daddy, that would be rude!' she had objected. Martin laughed warmly and cuddled her to him.

'No my darling. Don't be so silly. It's not rude when these ladies do it is it?'

'Well...' she was unsure about that.

'Anyway, it's only nature, sweetheart. It's what God gave you. We all have bodies and they're nothing to be ashamed of.'

'But they'd see my... you know!' He pretended not to understand. He wanted her to say it.

'Your what, darling? They'd see your what?'

'My winky, silly!' He laughed again at her obvious indignation. 'They would too!'

'Oh my darling. You are funny.'

'Well they would!' she considered her father was being unfair. 'If I was bare, they'd be able to see it wouldn't they?'

'Yes, sweetheart. They would be able to see it. But there's nothing wrong with that. All girls have winkies, after all.'

'Yes, I know daddy. But it's rude to let people see it, isn't it?' she seemed to be getting less sure of her convictions and Martin pressed his advantage.

'Well in most situations, you could say it was, yes. But certainly not when you're modeling.'

'Oh? Why not then?'

'Well because all the famous models show theirs, don't they? You saw in the pictures in the magazine.'

'I guess so...' she said, uncertainly. 'But why do they?'

'Because the models know that to be more famous that anyone else, they have to be prepared to go a bit further than the other models. The shyer ones.'

'So you mean if they are a bit brave and show their winky, people will like them even more?'

'Exactly!' Martin sounded triumphant as though she had suddenly made a breakthrough in understanding. 'And what's more, the boys will like them more than the other models too.'

'Why is that?' she asked.

'Because the part of a girl a boy wants to see most of all is her winky, so if she shows them - even in a photograph - it will make him fall in love with her.' Briony thought this odd.

'But why daddy? Why would they want to see that? Winkies aren't pretty like girls' faces... are they?'

'Oh goodness yes, my sweet! A pretty girl's winky is the loveliest thing in the world! The more pretty she is, the more lovely it is to look at. It's a very special kind of loveliness too. Extra lovely, because it's so private and secret.'

'Oh,' was all she could manage. She pondered this notion for a moment, then added slightly hesitantly, 'so would mine be lovely too?' Martin cuddled her to him once again,

'My sweet child I haven't seen yours since you were very little, but given how beautiful and pretty you are now, I would have thought yours is absolutely wonderful!' Although she was blushing and found the conversation a little odd, Briony liked this fatherly compliment very much and looked up at him, beaming with pride.

Martin re-lived every word of the conversation in his head and congratulated himself on how well he had done. In fact, the only other question from her (after a few minutes pause) was about whether she would be cold in the studio with no clothes on! If that was her only remaining concern, he thought to himself, then it should be plain sailing!

Once they were inside the studio building, father and daughter were separated. Briony was delighted to see Michaela again and was happily led away to the dressing and make-up suite. Martin was introduced to Ray who took him alone into the office and closed the door. Martin started the conversation with some small talk,

'So.. it's my first time in a photographic studio. Should be interesting.' Ray however, seemed slightly preoccupied and clearly had something on his mind.

'Yes,' he replied somewhat dismissively. 'Look, Mr Hawthorne, I won't beat about the bush. I want to clarify something with you.'

'Oh?'

'Yes.' He paused and fiddled with his watch. 'When we spoke on the phone, you mentioned that we might be able to take some more...now how did you put it... risqué photos of Briony this session.'

'That's right. Is that not ok with you? I assumed you'd jump at the chance.' He grinned. Ray looked uncomfortable.

'Look Mr Hawthorne, I am not sure what kind of set up you think we've got here, but I can assure you...'

'...Oh come on! I wasn't born yesterday, mate. I may not know exactly what's going down here, but let us just say ...I am on your wavelength?' The upward inflection at the end of his sentence was strongly suggestive. But Ray was still uncertain. He had to be cautious, after all.

'I...err..' He couldn't seem to find his words.

'Look Ray,' Martin put his hand on his shoulder in a friendly gesture, 'it's pretty clear to me that you are not just a fashion photography set-up. Oh, I'm sure you do some of that, just to keep up appearances. But it's not where the real money is, I suspect.'

'Well...it's just...'

'Go on.. tell me I'm wrong.' He paused, but there was no answer. 'It's ok, mate. I realize it must be tough for you to trust me.'

'You're not a cop, are you?' Ray asked. Martin laughed,

'No, Ray. I'm not a cop. You can see that in the original release form we signed. It gives the father's occupation.' At this, he seemed to finally relax. As he sat down, he gave a muted laugh.

'I'm sorry, Mr Hawthorne...'

'Martin. Please!'

'Martin, then. It's just that we have to be so careful here. I had to be sure.'

'Of course, Ray. I completely understand. So. Now we have that little matter out of the way, let's talk business.'

'Business.'

'Business,' Martin repeated. 'Now, there are some particular shots I'd like to see. Particular costumes I have in mind, that sort of thing. I presume you can oblige?'

'Err.. yes. Of course. We've got all sorts here. Costume wise. But...' Ray hesitated.

'Yes?' replied Martin. 'Something on your mind?'

'Well, it's just. I mean, don't you want to know what we do with the more...err..spicy pictures then?'

'Sure. Go ahead. I'm all ears. I was hoping you'd get round to that at some stage.' Ray proceeded to explain the set up, the way they took the shots and the website they used to distribute the images to the punters. Martin listened in rapt attention, nodding eagerly every now and then in approval. Ray offered him a complimentary password to the site (which Martin happily accepted) and showed him some of the models on the site using his desktop PC. It was at this point that the question he had been expecting then came.

'So, are there any pictures of Briony on Little Darlings,' he asked.

'Umm... yes. There are actually.' Ray sounded guarded at this admission. 'Not many, as we've only had her here for one shoot.' Martin's face lit up at the prospect and he immediately asked if he could see them. 'Are you sure you want to?' asked Ray, uncertainly. But Martin was adamant.

'Of course, you daft bastard! Why do you think I have come here?' and he slapped Ray on the back in a matey way.

'Ok. If you're sure. It's just that I have never showed a model's outtakes to her dad before! It's a bit weird.'

'Seriously?'

'God no! We don't ever tell the parents what we're doing here. Way too risky. All they see is the fashion and catalogue shots. Like the set we sent your wife.' He opened the folder containing Briony's shots and had soon paged forwards to the ultra close-up of her crotch in the white shorts.

'Stop! This one. Let me look at this one Ray' It was, of course, basically what Martin had been masturbating too over the last few weeks, but this version was hugely magnified. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open in amazement.

'You like?' asked Ray. Martin's stunned silence was all the answer Ray needed.

'What's that down there.' Martin pointed to a button beneath each photo entitled 'comments'

'Oh, you don't want to see those. It's just the punters comments about each photo. Some of them are a bit ripe!' but Martin was not to be deterred.

'Go on...' he urged, 'click it. I want to see what they think. Ray clicked uneasily on the comment button and four remarks appeared below the image.

-anonymous: Jeez! look at that!

-humbert: I'd sure love to stick my tongue in that tasty slit :D

-anonymous: you little whore! lets see ya kiddy cunt!!!

-jeff321: holy shit! check out the toe on this baby!

Ray laughed nervously as Martin read the comments.

'See, I told you they were a bit ripe. Sorry about that.' But his concerns were misplaced.

'Hey! Don't be daft! I agree with them all. She is a hot little honey, for sure. I can't wait for the shoot to get going. When can we start?'

'Right,' said Ray. 'Let's go through and see how they're getting on. Michaela should be about done getting her ready by now.'

'Oh yes, that's something I was going to ask you about,' added Martin.

'What's that?' Ray had already turned towards the office door.

'Well you have women working here... I guess I...'

'Yes.' Ray laughed. 'That surprises a lot of folks. They got to earn a living just like anyone else. And besides, they're great with the models, dressing them up, doing their make-up and stuff. You got to have women doing that, really. Puts the girls at their ease.'

'Oh sure, I can see the logic of it right enough. But are they in on the actual shoots too?'

'Hell yes!' laughed Ray, ' they are dirtier than the guys when it comes to thinking up nice revealing shots! They know all the moves. Especially Susie. Anyway, come on, let's see how things are progressing eh?'

The left the office and went down the corridor together to the studio where they found that Jim was already at his tripod, working away. Ray indicated to a chair towards the edge of the studio and Martin sat down to watch proceedings. He barely recognized his daughter who was now reclining on a sofa in a series of poses indicated to her by Jim. Her make-up had been perfectly applied; not too heavy, but it conspired to make her look several years older. The effect was further increased by what she was wearing. Her slender, adolescent form was dressed in luxury lingerie; a pair of sheer white stockings with garter belt, a half cup bra (rather too large for her very modest breasts) and small, white lace panties. Martin was surprised to see a lingerie set made in such a small size and he made a mental note to ask Martin or Ray where on Earth they purchased such an item! Probably Eastern Europe or Thailand, he thought, where attitudes to childhood eroticism were more liberal. He was struck by just how relaxed and natural she looked, despite the lascivious and coquettish poses she was striking. Jim seemed to have a good rapport with her and Michaela was right beside the sofa offering encouragement too. Briony seemed to trust them both and was visibly enjoying showing herself off; she appeared not to have noticed her father enter the studio and Martin was happy to merely observe without distracting her.

In a skillfully playful way, Jim was encouraging Briony to take up more and more obviously 'sexual' poses. On all fours she thrust her bottom upwards and towards the camera. Clad in the small white silky briefs, Martin remarked what a beautifully shapely little rear she had and wondered how he had managed to miss noticing this at home. A perfect peach. Jim then got her to lie on her side and draw her knees up to her chest in a fetal position with her bottom towards the camera. In this position, the crotch of her panties bulged plumply out from between the top of her thighs and buttocks. Jim unhitched the camera from the tripod and moved in to crouch in front of the sofa. From the position and angle of his lens, it was obvious that he had noticed this inviting sight and was getting a close up. The idea that this stranger was deliberately targeting such an intimate area of his daughter was immensely arousing for Martin and he felt his cock grow firm inside his pants. Ray then invited her to lift one leg up to part her thighs thus affording him a nice view of her crotch bulging out between them. Something was then whispered that Martin couldn't quite hear but it must have been quite racy because Briony opened her mouth in comically over-emphasized shock and squealed with mock indignation,

'Jim!! That's rude!' and she giggled flirtatiously at him before adding in a slow and theatrically long-suffering voice, 'oh ok then...' It now became clear what he had suggested As Briony reached round to her back to unhitch her bra. She was clearly having trouble with the unfamiliar garment and Michaela came forward to help her.

'I always have the same problem, sweetheart!' Jim said. 'Never could manage the damn things!' Michaela rolled her eyes to the ceiling and, managing to undo the bra for Briony, returned to where she had been crouching. Between them, Jim and Michaela guided her to the poses they wanted, kneeling and facing the camera, she held the bra loosely over her chest and then gave a series of sexy looks to the camera. Martin was intrigued at how his innocent little girl was able to cavort so enticingly for them and put on what was a pretty good striptease show. At last, with a little flourish, she threw the bra upwards and over the back of the sofa, flinging her arms aside to expose her bare chest.

'Ta-da!' she exclaimed and grinned from ear to ear as they shouted encouragement and congratulations. It was only then that she saw her father. 'Oh!' she said, and hastily tried to cover herself, placing a hand over each little budding breast. Michaela and Jim looked over to him, following Briony's slightly alarmed gaze. Jim spoke,

'It's ok, Briony. It's only dad. No need to be shy. He loves looking at his little girl, eh Martin?' Michaela winked knowingly at Martin.

'Oh but yes, of course, my darling. You look absolutely gorgeous! You are my lovely, grown up girl and I am SO proud of you.' He put as much warmth into his voice as he could and Briony instantly melted, dropping her hands from her chest and smiling lovingly at her adoring father. She put her hands on her hips and thrust her chest out theatrically,

'Am I daddy? Am I really? Do you think I look pretty?'

'My sweetheart, you are the most beautiful girl in all the world. You are daddy's little princess.' She always used to love it when he called here that and she felt the warm glow of pride resulting from making her father happy. 'Hey, why don't you do some of your gymnastics poses for Jim?'

'Ok,' she replied and proceeded to take up the crab stand position. With her back arched and her pelvis thrust upwards, Briony's little pubic mound was beautifully presented in profile. Jim seized the opportunity and took several shots not only of her whole body, but he also came in close and took some near shots of just her hips and pelvis. Martin could only imagine the wonderful sight in the camera viewfinder as it struck him that his own position at the edge of the studio wasn't really conducive to the best view. He may have to do something about that, he thought, but he didn't want her to feel crowded in case she lost her nerve. Briony then went into a series of further gymnastic positions which, though unprompted by Jim, clearly met with his approval as he clicked away furiously as each new pose afforded him a better look at her more personal areas. As she went into the splits, Jim spotted a nice shot of the bulge of her pussy as it pressed against the sofa and he moved in for an ultra close up. Briony noticed this, saying,

'What are you down there for Jim? My face is up here!'

'Oh I just wanted to get a close up of your bracelet, sweetie. It's really nice.' Seeing his slight puzzlement, Michaela went over to Martin to explain.

'It's an old trick in this line of work. It's to explain away the constant close ups of areas a child wouldn't really understand the need for. If you take my meaning..' She smiled knowingly at Martin as she whispered. 'Usually, he'll ask the kid to hold some sort of object - like a toy of some kind - down near her panties. Then he can claim he is going in for a shot of the toy while he actually gets a nice crotch close up.'

'I see...' replied Martin. 'That is sneaky.' His calm reaction further reinforced Michaela's conviction that this particular father was 100% with the program and she nodded in confirmation to Jim who was looking across at them both.

Her gym poses seemingly used up, Jim then went over to a flat screen monitor behind him - positioned so that Briony could see it - and switched on a laptop that was connected up to it. Soon he had brought up a YouTube clip of a particularly raunchy music video. The sound of the track filled the room and Briony instantly recognized it and started to sing along whilst also mimicking the salacious moves of the young female singer.

'Nice idea,' Martin whispered to Michaela. 'She loves Shakira!'

'Yeah, I don't know where we'd be without these music videos. All little girls seem to go crazy for them. It's just the thing to get them into a sexy mood for the camera. They all want to be like their heroines.' The watched Briony gyrating sexily and started to clap along with the beat. This delighted Briony and she started to dance even more suggestively. Just then, Jim said something to her out of earshot of Martin and Michaela, but it soon became pretty obvious what it was as Briony started to pout and pull flirtatiously on her panties. This was too good to miss and Martin stood up and cautiously walked over to right beside the tripod where he could get a much better view of the action. Briefly stopping her singing to speak, Briony seemed delighted that her father had come nearer to her,

'Hello daddy!' she called out over the insistent beat of the music. Martin waved at her just as she looked back towards Jim, fixing him with a surprisingly adult, smoldering gaze and pulled down on the waistband of her panties to just the point where her thin pubic hair began.

'Oh yeah!' called out Jim, 'that's my girl!' and he towards her for a series of what must have been extreme close ups of the wispy curls just appearing above the elastic waistband. Seeing his daughter's gyrating pelvis, her decidedly erotic facial expressions and the first real evidence of her emerging puberty like this exerted a strong effect on Martin and he had to rearrange his penis which had become uncomfortably erect inside his pants.

Jim must have set up a playlist because the moment the Shakira track faded away, there began another. But this one was more overtly a dance track and with far more overtly sexual content. It occurred to Martin that maybe Jim was deliberately trying to wind up the erotic tension in stages. Jim then called out another instruction and this time Briony pulled upwards on her panties which drew them very tightly against her crotch, emphasizing in a very graphic way her plump labia and the cleft between them in which the thin fabric was now caught. She grinned coyly at Jim as he snapped away making sure to get in very close for the best views of the child's intimate form. He called out to her again, this time Martin could hear him,

'Ok more. Pull it up more. Higher!' Obediently, Briony complied and this time, the crotch panel of the panties all but disappeared inside her slit and clearly exposed a good part of her pussy lips and a sparse tuft of pubic hair on either side. This was an immensely arousing sight and Martin now tried to massage the end of his cock hoping he could do so undetected. Pausing briefly, Jim came over to speak to Martin. 'Ok mate? It's going pretty well. She's a hot little number, your Briony eh?' Suddenly stopping what he had been doing, Martin answered,

'Oh yes. It's a real revelation! I had no idea.'

'Ah.. yes I see it often. Most little girls are real little hussies if you encourage them right. By the way, does she have a special word for her pussy?'

'What?' replied Martin.

'Does she have a special word for her pussy? You know, a child's word? It just that if we do manage to get her to go all the way it makes it easier for me to use the same word she's familiar with.' Such a direct reference to what he hoped was to follow gave Martin a jolt and he felt the acid of excitement rise in his throat.

'Oh, right. Yes. I see. Erm.. well she calls it her winky.' Jim smiled.

'Ahh, bless her. That's cute. Winky. Ok cheers mate.' And with that, Jim returned to his position in front of the sofa and took a few shots of Briony's small breasts which she was now cupping suggestively with her hands in mimicry of the girl in the dance video clip. They were very small and the nipples were pale; barely any darker than the skin of the breasts themselves.

Briony had initially found the idea of taking off her top a bit embarrassing and all manner of unfamiliar thoughts and sensations were running through her mind. Although she knew she wasn't yet fully grown, she did after all have little breasts and it was difficult for her to get over the idea of it being 'rude' to show them to anyone. But somehow when the music started and once her father had said such nice things to her, she felt more confident about the situation and was now quite enjoying it all. Jim was really nice, she thought. There was a definite crush developing in her young heart and each time he asked her to do something for him, she felt that funny butterflies in her tummy; like on Christmas night. She knew it was a bit naughty to be pulling down on her underpants as that was a special, private place mummy had said and not for people to see. Not until you're older and have a husband and a house and babies and stuff anyway. She knew a bit about that. But then again daddy had said that it was ok for models too to be bare and to show their chests and winkies to people. This confused her a little until the thought occurred to her that maybe models were just like ladies with husbands really, so it was ok for them to show their naughty parts after all. Whatever the truth of it, she didn't really know. All she knew was that she was enjoying being pretty and sexy and having Jim look at her and say nice things to her like how beautiful she was. And daddy was here and he loved her and was proud of how pretty she looked. Surely, she thought, nothing else mattered really.

Jim put his camera down and went over to speak to Michaela.

'You're not finishing up are you?' Martin asked him, concerned.

'Oh no mate! Far from it,' replied Jim. 'Just time for a change of costume is all.' He continued to speak to Michaela who was nodding back at him in agreement.

'Come on sweetie,' she said and held out her hand to Briony who was now climbing off the sofa. 'Let's see what else we can find for you to wear, eh?' She smiled and Briony and together they left the studio and went into the dressing room. Ray, who had been watching the shoot in silence also turned to leave,

'Great work, Jim. Really nice looking shoot. You've got her in the palm of your hand mate.' Turning to Martin, he added, 'Ok Martin? Happy?'

'Oh yes!' answered Martin. 'Very much so. It's really hot!' And he smiled in a knowing conspiratorial way as Ray started out towards the corridor and back to his office. Now that they were alone in the studio, Jim came over to Martin.

'So...it's Martin, right?' Martin nodded.

'Yeah. That's right. We haven't really met properly, but I have been impressed with what I've seen so far.'

'Really?'

'Oh yes. You clearly have a way with children. She seems really relaxed and comfortable with you. In fact, I'd even go so far as to say I think you may have an admirer!' They both laughed and Martin clapped Jim on the shoulder.

'I've never shot with a parent present before and to be honest, it's a bit weird.'

'Oh! I'm not putting you off, I hope?'

'Well, I'm trying to forget you're there. But you are cool with all this right?'

'Oh God yes, mate! Definitely.' Martin nodded vigorously in agreement. 'Didn't Ray speak to you about our various conversations?'

'Yes, he did. It's just that it's still, well you know... a bit hard to take in that you'd be actually happy with what we're doing here.'

'No, of course. I do understand that Jim.'

'Most dads would be wanting to cut my dick off and stuff in down my throat! Not actually watch and encourage!'

'I guess I'm not most dads.' Martin replied with a smile.

'No, I guess not.' He paused, then added, 'so how much further do you think she'll go? I mean, if you're happy. No, hang on...let me re-phrase that. How much further would you be happy with, first of all?'

'Well...you've managed to persuade her out of her bra. I don't really see any problem getting her to take her bottom off too.'

'And you'd be ...um...ok with that?' Martin threw his head back and answered heartily,

'Oh sure! Definitely. More than ok, with it. I really want to see her nude.'

'Ok, right.' Jim was trying to interpret this comment.

'I haven't seen her nude since she started puberty and I can't wait!'

'I see...Ok.' Jim didn't quite know where to look. Despite his job and the kind of thing he was engaged in, he was still having trouble accepting Martin's attitude to it all.

'She's really turning me on, Jim. I don't mind admitting it. I can't wait to see these photos. How about you? Is she turning you on too?' Jim laughed nervously. What the hell, he may as well admit it.

'To be honest mate, yes she is. I had to have a wank when I saw her last lot of photos on the computer!'

'So did I!' added Martin. '...and that was with her clothes on! My mouth is positively watering at the prospects of close ups of her little snatch!'

'Ok!' laughed Jim. 'We'll have to see what we can do for you then mate.' At that, his head turned towards the dressing room where Michaela was leading Briony back in. 'Aha! Here they are now. Let's get cracking.' And it was Jim's turn to clap Martin on the back as the two watched their little model return.

Briony was smiling broadly at them with a radiant beauty and innocence that was quite at odds with what she was wearing. The classy white lingerie set had been replaced by a far more blatantly pornographic combination. The only thing covering her top half (if indeed 'covering' was the right word) was a tiny pair of red heart shapes - each barely larger than a postage stamp - covering each nipple. They were held in place by a thin string in a bra formation. The little mounds of her breasts were completely exposed, so tiny were the scraps of fabric. There was no vestige of modesty on her bottom half either. A tiny triangle of gauzy material, also held in place by strings, just covered her mound at the front. At the back, her perfect little bottom was completely bare. Martin thought to himself how incredibly inappropriate was such an outfit for someone of such a tender age. Yet at the same time, he felt a powerful erotic charge at the sight of his daughter, his own flesh and blood, displayed and exposed so completely shamelessly. There she stood, smiling sweetly at them both, but nothing more than a sex object despite that. Their expressions of shocked, delighted excitement must have been plain on their faces because Michaela raised her eyebrows and ginned from ear to ear.

'My darling,' she said, 'I think daddy and Jim love your new outfit.'

to be continued....