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Glamour
by Virtual Scott <virtual@nym.alias.net>

"Oh, Simone, I know just the thing!"

I was talking with Moira about my anniversary and what I might
get for Kyle. Suddenly she dashed off to her bedroom to fetch
something, leaving me to wonder what it might be. She returned
with a framed picture and triumphantly presented it to me. It
was a picture of her wearing some scandalously revealing
lingerie!

I just sat there and stared. The picture appeared to be very
professionally done, and her pose didn't *quite* reveal
anything, but still... I blushed, imagining myself in Moira's
place -- it didn't take much effort, we look so much alike
people are always mistaking us for sisters.

"You'd look so good, Simone! You know Kyle would love a picture
of you like this!" I did take good care of myself, and Kyle
*would* like it, but I couldn't imagine posing for some stranger
dressed like that. Somehow Moira talked me into it anyway, and
even had me call that very day for a sitting time -- the next
day at 2. I was surprised when she too made an appointment for
herself the following Thursday at 4; she just smiled at my
inquiry.

Well, I was really nervous when I arrived at the studio for my
sitting. The receptionist showed me into one of the sitting
rooms and told me the photographer would be with me shortly. I
had barely started looking around when this girl breezed into
the room. "Hi, Simone. My name is Naomi and I'm your
photographer. Do you see anything you like?"

For some reason I had assumed the photographer would be a man.
Moira hadn't said anything about it. I suppose I should have
been relieved that I wouldn't have to pose in front of a man,
but instead I felt embarrassment. Naomi was so young and
good-looking, I was sure to look old and dumpy next to her.

Naomi gave me an appraising look and a brilliant smile. "Your
first time?" I managed a small nod. "Don't worry, you be great!
Now let's find something for you to wear, shall we?" Hesitantly,
I fingered one of the filmy gowns hanging on the rack. "Oh no,
Simone," she objected, "I don't think that would suit you at
all. Here, let me show you why." She took off her top and
cutoffs right in front of me! All she was wearing was this tiny
thong underneath!

I was gasping in surprise, but Naomi just took the gown and slid
it over her head. "See?" she said. "Even with your bust, the
fall would be all wrong." We were about the same height, but her
breasts were smaller than mine. She pinched the material over
her nipples and pulled it away from her body to show the basic
effect; it did look rather dumpy. "Eeech! We can definitely do
better, don't you think?"

She slipped out of the gown as quickly as she'd donned it, then
guided me to some more promising selections. Naomi's nearly
naked body right next to me was very distracting, and she seemed
to have a good idea of what she wanted, so I found myself
deferring to her suggestions. Finally she picked out a baby-doll
outfit and a bra and panty set for me.

"Come on, Simone, let's get you ready!" I was surprised to see
her walk out the door in only her panties, but maybe nobody else
was in the back of the studio. I hurriedly grabbed my things and
followed. Instead of the dressing room I was expecting, she led
me into a small salon.

"Just put your clothes over there and have a seat," she said. I
deposited the lingerie as directed, but hadn't taken a second
step towards the chair before she stopped me. "*All* your
clothes, Simone. There'll be a lot more of you showing than
there is now, and we want all of it to look scrumptious, don't
we?" I was embarrassed, but she seemed so matter-of-fact about
it... Soon I was seated in front of the mirrors, covered only by
a plastic bib, as Naomi worked on my hair.

She chattered on about how great I'd look, but all I could
concentrate on was the sight of her trim breasts, capped by hard
little nipples, passing right in front of my face and the cool
air wafting across my legs and bare belly. I'm sure that was the
only reason my nipples got hard. After a trim, shampoo, drying
and styling Naomi removed the bib and I thought she was done,
but she said she was only getting started!

Before I could say anything, she started rubbing creme on my
arms and picked up a razor. She proceeded to shave every inch of
my arms, and then my armpits too. Then she started on my legs!
She was so methodical, checking closely as she worked up their
length, that I could feel her breath on my smooth skin. I know
it was totally inappropriate, but I couldn't help thinking of
Kyle and getting a little excited. Then Naomi said she need to
trim my pubes too! She made me spread my legs, and I was worried
she would see my wetness and think I was attracted to women! But
she didn't say a word as she trimmed me until only a narrow,
close-cropped patch remained.

Again my hopes for a quick, graceful exit were dashed. Naomi
began applying some scented lotion to help soothe my skin where
she'd shaved. It turned out she wanted to rub it in even where
she hadn't shaved, too -- "so you won't look 'uneven'" she
explained. I had to stand up so she could do my back and behind,
and she finished with my tummy and breasts! I was so confused,
it felt better than with Kyle, but this was another woman! When
she went to apply nail polish, Naomi had to start with my toes
because I was shaking so much. I was so glad when she
misinterpreted my tension and reassured me how beautiful I was
and how well she knew the pictures would turn out, and that
there was nothing to worry about.

The last stage of my ordeal was the worst. Naomi started
applying my face, but stopped and apologized that she was afraid
of getting it crooked. She asked if she could get closer, to be
sure of doing a good job. I couldn't imagine what she had in
mind and just wanted to be out of the chair, so of course I
agreed. She sat right down in my lap! She was straddling me and
wriggled until she was comfortable, then resumed her work. I
felt her breath on my face, and her breasts brushing mine, and
thought of the times Kyle and I had made love like this -- with
me in Naomi's position, of course. My mind went blank.

Finally I was free to don the baby-doll and we went back down
the hall to the sitting room. After what I'd just gone through,
posing wasn't difficult at all. Even when we got to the G-string
and half-bra set, which was much racier than I had originally
planned on. I just followed Naomi's instructions and listened to
her complement me on how well I was doing. Then she asked me to
do some nude poses! Well, things were going so well and she'd
already seen every inch of my body, so I agreed. Naomi was also
very considerate about posing me tastefully.

I thought Naomi had used several rolls of film by now, which was
a lot more than I expected, but I decided she was just playing
it safe and making sure I got at least a few really nice shots.
She was reloading the camera when she asked me if I would pose
with another woman! I suddenly realized Naomi was still wearing
only her thong and I got nervous again. It was difficult to
refuse and Naomi looked disappointed, but she said she
understood. Just the same, it was a relief to climb into my
regular clothes again.

Naomi said I could wait for the pictures to be developed, but I
realized it was already much later than I'd planned and I'd need
to rush to be home for dinner. We walked out to the waiting area
and Naomi arranged with the receptionist for me to view the
contact sheets the next day.

Kyle was really impressed when he saw me made up that way. When
we made it to bed and he saw how I'd been shaved and all, he
went wild. I was really wound up too, and it was a long time
before either of us fell asleep! But afterwards I found myself
comparing his hairy chest to Naomi's smooth breasts. And I
wanted to have a word with Moira for not warning me about the
preparations for the pictures!

Things were very busy when I stopped by the studio. Apparently
they did normal pictures here too, because a family with several
small children was in the waiting area and the receptionist was
at her wit's end trying to keep them from getting into things.
She showed me into a little cubby off the hall behind her
counter, and a minute later brought me a loose-leaf binder and a
blank order form. She said she'd be back in a few minutes, then
dashed back to her desk.

I flipped open the binder and paused, trying to remember the
unfamiliar pose I saw. I realized it was Moira! Looking closer,
it was clear we did look very much alike, especially made-up,
and I could understand how the receptionist could make a
mistake. I almost got up to tell her, but curiosity got the
better of me and I flipped open a random page about halfway in.
It was a close-up of Moira's face in profile -- she was pushing
it into a woman's cunt! On the facing page, she was standing
with legs spread and back arched, hands clasped behind her head.
I could see a hand behind her -- it looked like it was pushing
something into her rear hole! Moira? I couldn't believe it!

Right then the receptionist rushed up, spouting apologies, and
confiscated the binder. She handed me a much thinner one and
talked some more, but I didn't hear a word she said. Finally I
flipped through my album and selected some very nice shots,
include a nude for myself. But I couldn't get over Moira's
pictures. I squirmed in my seat; it was too easy to visualize
myself in her place.

After I paid for the prints, I was surprised to find myself
asking the receptionist when she could schedule another sitting
with Naomi! She gave me a funny smile, but after a moment said
they could fit me in on Thursday at 4. The time sounded
familiar, but my calendar was clear then, so I agreed.

I could hardly wait to show my pictures to Kyle! And I really
wanted to talk to Moira -- who was that other woman?

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