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PHOTOGRAPHIC PROBLEMS (M/f, M/f+, mild dom)

by Ernest Bywater

My photographer friend Patrick asked me to write about an incident in his
life for him. He's a great photography, a good story teller, but a lousy
writer, thus this commission. Yeah commission, he's paying me to write it
for him. Well sort of paying me, he's paying in kind. I'll write it from
his point of view, and yes Patrick isn't his real name, although those
familiar with the local industry will know who he really is. He doesn't
mind that, he just can't use real names for legal reasons.

Photographers
Well, lets start with me. I'm 28 years of age, solid build, fairly fit as I
play sport three times a week. Short light hair, who knows what it is as it
varies from white to light brown to light red with the light. Deep blue
eyes, 175 cm in height, average build, fit, and well endowed. I'm of mixed
European heritage, the past four generations include English, Scottish,
Irish, French, Italian, and Swedish ancestors with a paternal line that
goes way back into Wales and a maternal line that goes way back into
Scotland. I'm Caucasian, smart with a knack of finding innovative solutions
to hard problems, and a wicked sense of humour. My greatest skills is being
able to set models and lighting up to get the perfect shot of them. This is
what makes me so in demand for portfolios and custom photographic work. I'm
very well off as I'm very well paid, and have been for fifteen years. Many
in the industry call me Perfectly Pat because of the quality of my work -
they say the name describes it.

Randolph 'Randy' Carpenter is another photographer who sort of works for me.
He's a good looking, according to the female models, 29 year old, athletic
build, 180 cm in height, short dark brown hair and the darkest brown,
almost black, eyes I've ever seen. He's a very good photographer, but not
that smart where the ladies are concerned. In fact, he can be outright
stupid as far as they're concerned.

Businesses
Legally, I have two photographic businesses - Pat's Portfolios and
Photographic Services, and Seaside Studio Services. Pat's is the one I
established seven years ago and it does very well. Seaside is one I bought
five years ago to help Randy out. Hell, we've been friends since primary
school, so I helped him out. I better digress and tell you all about that
first.

Six years ago Randy got married, neither of us is exactly sure how that came
about. He was dating this woman, and before he knew it, he was buying her a
diamond ring. I, and a few others, told him she's just a gold digger as he
had the most lucrative, in terms of turn over, business in the district
that was owned by a bachelor at that time. He had a lot of revenue, but
also a lot of expenses. Still, he made a good living. Well, after several
months of discussions he finally asked me to set things up to protect him
if I'm right. 

He needed to replace a lot of his equipment, he'd originally bought used
gear and it was getting worn out. I was doing very well, less revenue but
higher profit margins, because I used new equipment and operated
differently. Many basic service charges were similar, but my expenses were
only a quarter of his. I set his system up by starting a new business,
registered the name; he was already using the name but hadn't registered
it. I allowed him to use my registered business name to run his operation
under. I bought brand new digital equipment and lights which I rented to
him at high rates. I kept separate accounting records for both operations.
I found him a better studio location and bought it, helped him move to it,
and rented it to him. It included a lovely attached six bedroom house with
a large back yard and front garden. All bought in the business name.

In effect, I had a business using his old business name; I provided him with
equipment and studio to work in, with a nice house to live in, all at
premium rental rates. This new business made very good profits which went
into paying of the mortgage on the studio very quickly. He charged good
rates, paid his operating costs of rents, utilities, and consumables. This
left him with a very good income as well. He started putting some money in
the bank towards when they'd have kids.

Seaside wasn't actually turning much of a cash profit for me. I'd loaned it
money from Pat's to buy the equipment and took out a bank loan for the
studio. Randy rents everything on a ten year rental agreement based on a
starting rate, and increased by CPI every quarter. The premium rental rates
paid off the equipment loan from Pat's before I bought the studio. The bank
loan is over 20 years, but the rents from Randy are paying it off very
quickly, as I'm putting all the rents to the mortgage. At the current rate
of repayment, the mortgage should be paid out within six years of being
started.

It was quite funny in a way, I used an older studio as I liked the light
better, and the place looked its age, and seemed very run down. I usually
only worked about 25 hours a week. Randy worked in a larger and flashier
premises, working about 50 hours a week. Yet I was the one with all the
assets and money, as I got paid more per special assignment and had a
higher profit margin. I made a point of keeping the seaside books totally
separate to Pat's, as it's my intention to turn over the operation to Randy
when I'm convinced it's time to. His work, he should get the profits in the
long term.

BAD NEWS
Five years into the marriage, she's found someone new and wants a divorce.
They've no kids, so it's a simply matter right; wrong. She wants half of
all his assets. The first he knows of any of this is when he goes out on an
outside assignment that takes most of the day, and he returns to find his
keys don't work. He can't get into the studio or the house, and there's no
answer to the doorbell - seems she's gone out. For once in his life, he
does the smartest thing he can - he immediately calls me. I call a good
locksmith and we meet at the studio. I take all my Seaside paperwork with
me.

First thing I do is have the locksmith bust into the studio. He uses his
drill to bore out the centre of the lock, no messing about - sheer brute
force against a cheap lock. We check all the equipment is there and OK,
while he replaces the lock with a high quality lock that won't readily
succumb to the attack he just used. I take photos of everything we do as we
do it; I want good evidence of our actions if it goes to court. Next, I
have Randy write me a request to break into the house, I'm the landlord and
need this from the tenant for legal reasons, the lease is in his name only,
as the studio and house are one property.

Inside the front door of the house are two bags with most of his clothes. On
the dining room table are copies of all the paperwork she lodged at the
court that day. I take photos of every page of every document she has out.
I also photograph everything in every room. The locksmith is busy giving
the front door a high quality lock, I also have him do the same to the back
doors. Both buildings have security grills on the windows, so they're going
to be very hard to break into after this. Randy calls the bank to find the
joint account, with most of their money, has been emptied today. On my
advice, he immediately cancels out the account with its linked credit cards
and cheque account. The bank is happy to do all this, he races down the
street to sign the paperwork before they close for the day at 4.00 pm.

While he's gone, I move his car into the garage and remove the rotor button
before locking it up. By the time he returns, the locksmith has finished
the front door and starting on the back doors. I send Randy out for
a 'Quik-lock' for his car. He's back at 4.30 pm and puts it on the car
steering wheel. I hand him the rotor button to put in his pocket, he smiles
as he does - keys wont start it now.

Just before 5.00 pm, the locksmith is finished with all the exterior doors
on both buildings, all four of them. The studio has a back door that opens
into the house's back yard. All four are keyed alike to simplify access for
Randy; he gets one key and I get one. Randy pays the locksmith from his
takings for the day, and keeps the bill for later. The locksmith will call
around tomorrow and change the locks on his car.

I have him unpack his clothes and pack up hers. That takes several extra
boxes, we also pack all the papers she has on the dining table. We take it
all out and put it in the back of my van. I drive a Toyota Tarago van with
three rows of seating and plenty of storage room behind it. This gives me
plenty of room to carry equipment, and a couple of models as well; very
handy for outside assignments. We sit in the van and wait for her to
return.

Just after 6.30 pm, a very new Mercedes Benz pulls to the kerb and parks.
She gets out with a man neither of us knows. He's strongly built, must do
weights at the gym or something, stands 185 cm tall, blonde hair, blues
eyes, what they call ruggedly handsome, and wearing about six thousand
dollars worth of designer clothes. They walk to the front door, I ring the
police on my mobile and ask them for assistance with a domestic situation
that's about to get out of hand. The say they'll be down when they can. I
thank them. Meanwhile, she's trying her key in the lock and it won't fit,
won't even go in. 

I tell Randy to stay in the car, he doesn't want to, but grudgingly agrees.
I get out of the car and cross the road. As I enter the gate, I
say "Evening Princess, got a problem?"

They both turn and look at me. The man says "What's it to you?"

I reply "Just asking my friend's wife if she has a problem I may be able to
help with, that's all."

He replies "Soon to be ex-wife you mean. And it's nothing we can't handle."

I say "That so, I wonder when she'll get around to telling him that. When I
spoke to him earlier today, he thought all was still well. I had to speak
to him as I'm his landlord, and I upgraded the security on the house and
the studio today. Had new high security locks put in late this afternoon.
When the locksmith told me no one was at home, I told him to drill the
locks out and put the new ones in. He gave me the new keys when he
finished."

When I mention being the landlord, she spins round saying "What the fuck you
mean landlord. This is my house."

Shaking my head I say "No it isn't. The house and studio are mine, I rent
them to Randy."

She screams and attacks me yelling "Give me the key to my house you lying
bastard."

I back up and close the gate between us. The man is standing there stunned.
I'm holding the gate shut, while she's trying to pull it open and screaming
abuse at me. The police arrive. On their orders, I let go of the gate and
back away a few metres. She heaves the gate open and starts after me, the
female police officer does a very nice intercept. She's screaming and
yelling, the police won't let go. She attacks the police officer,
scratching her arm so badly, it's bleeding freely.

The police officer says "Right, that's it." Trips her up, forcing her to the
ground, and handcuffs her. They lift her up and put her in the back of the
police van.

The other officer says "I think we best finish this down at the station, if
you don't mind." I nod, the other man nods as well.

We all drive down to the station and give our stories to the police sergeant
there. He writes it all down. They sergeant is handling this, as the two
officers are now involved in a case of assault on a police officer. After
taking all our statements, he has her charged, she puts up bail and has to
appear before the local magistrate at 10.00 am the next day. So do I and
her boyfriend, as witnesses; Randy didn't have a good view, so he isn't a
witness to the assault. Her new boyfriend has agreed to put her up over
night, so while they process the paperwork on her, Randy and I help him
move her things from my van to his car. We leave.

We get something to eat on the way home and spend the night preparing for
tomorrow. I wonder which court she'll miss. At 10.00 am, she's supposed to
be in the Family Court about the divorce and at the local Magistrate's
Court about the assault. We know about the family court from the papers we
found. She'd never served any on Randy at any time, those copies were
amongst the papers I put in her bags. Randy and I spend a few hours copying
and preparing paperwork. We visit a friend who  witnesses our signature on
several documents as she's a Justice of the Peace.

The next morning, I find out her priorities. I'm at the local court at 9.30
am, she isn't, doesn't even send a solicitor to represent her. I talk to
the Police Prosecutor, telling her what I know, and where I think she is.
She calls the family court and find out she signed in there at 9.35 am. She
passes the information on the the Clerk of the Court. Ours is the first
case heard, the judge issues a warrant for her arrest, and the police offer
me a ride to the Family Court. I talk them into letting the Family Court
finish with her before bringing her back if she requests it. The smile as
they agree, if the Family Court takes too long, she'll be in the cells
overnight.

We arrive at the Family Court at 11.15 am. Randy tells me the Registrar has
nearly finished reading the list and they'll be the first case actual
contested. When the courts sit, they first go through the list and make
sure everyone is on hand, if it can be quickly settled by agreement, it's
heard and dealt with, contested matters are sent out and brought back a
little later; this is called 'reading the list.'

While Randy is telling me this, the police are talking to her. She begs them
to let her finish with this court first. They agree. 

At 11.30 am, we all file into the court room when their case is called. The
Registrar is surprised to see two police officers walk in with her. The
gist of the matter is, she knows the house and studio were bought a few
years earlier for cash and their current value is $500,000, the
photographic equipment is insured for another $100,000, she wants $300,000
dollars as her share of the common property. I greatly enjoy the look on
her face when Randy stands up and says he doesn't own any assets other than
his car, which he owned before they got married. The only other asset they
had was the $9,000 in the bank, which she cleared out yesterday, his
clothes, and the furniture in the house - it's insured for $7,000, as it's
all old and worn. The Registrar asks about the equipment and property. I
stand and speak about owning the business, and having done so for some
years, how Randy is a freelance photographer who works for me in an
arrangement something like a share cropper works a farm. He rents the
property and equipment from me as he couldn't afford to buy it, and he
lives off what he makes beyond the rental costs. I explain about mortgaging
my other property to raise the money to buy this one cash; I'm helping my
long term school friend out. I show her all the paperwork. The Registrar
finds there are no significant assets in the common property and rules each
can keep what they currently have.

With the ruling given, we exit the court at 12.30 am. The police formally
arrest Princess and lead her off. I get a lift back to the local
Magistrate's Court with Randy. By the magistrate is finished with her,
she's on a 12 month Good Behaviour Bond and fined $2,000. She's not happy
at all.

Randy and I go back to 'business as usual' that afternoon, and forget about
her. We leave the arrangements as they are ,in case she tries any further
tricks.

WORSE NEWS
Several months after their separation, Randy is hired to do some Studio
shots of a 16 year old girl, her mother is there to supervise the shoot.
They pay him to do a portfolio of the girl in various clothes, swim suits,
and nude. He's enjoying the work, he doesn't get much nude work. Because of
the laws, he sights the birth certificate before he starts the work, it
states Melissa XXX was born on such a date, making her 17 years old. Well,
the nude shots become a bit more graphic than he expected. The girl asks
him to fuck her, he looks at the mother, she shrugs her shoulders
saying "Her choice, she's on the pill." He can't believe his luck, if only
he'd followed that thought. He gets undressed, taking more shots as the
girl watches him undress. He sets the cameras to auto shoot mode and moves
in on the girl, she eagerly welcomes him. They fuck like crazy, for nearly
an hour they have sex every which way he can. He cums in her several times.
A good time had by both.

That night, he calls me over and tells me about his afternoon, I don't
believe him, he gets out the memory cards and shows me. The cameras didn't
get the whole session, but got enough of it to prove his point. Many shots
of him with his dick in her cunt, mouth, and arse. Even a few with the
mother masturbating in the background. I'm not happy with what happened and
tell him so.

I take copies of all the images and place them in secure storage. I write
and send him a letter, on my letterhead paper, that I'm not happy with the
events of that afternoon and request he refrain from similar activities in
the future. When he asks me about the letter, I explain he used what is
legally my work premises and work equipment, thus making me an accomplice;
if anything goes wrong, I'll be deep in it too. He writes a nice letter
back, apologising and saying he'll get my permission before doing any nude
or sex related work in future, instead of doing them without my knowledge.

He prepares the portfolio as instructed, and delivers it to the girl a few
days later. No photos of them having sex. As he hands it over, the mother
asks for $5,000 to keep quiet about his having sex with her 15 year old
daughter. His eyes bulge. Seems she has five daughters, a seventeen year
old, twins fifteen years old, and twins fourteen years old. She'd shown him
the birth certificate of the eldest while he was photographing one of the
fifteen year old twins. She wants free portfolios of all the girls and an
extra $5,000 cash, or they'll tell the police he knew she was under age.

Now I should explain about our silly laws. It's legal for a girl to have sex
at 16 years of age. She can legally be photographed having sex at 18 years
of age. She can be paid to have sex at 18 years of age. She can be
photographed nude at any age as long as she's not in a sexually explicit
pose if under 18 years of age. If she's paid as a model, then she has to
sign a release form with her personal details and the basics of the work to
be done, she has to provide identification documents, and if under 18 years
of age, the form must be counter signed by a parent after they provide
identification. When you're hired as a photographer to do a portfolio, no
forms are needed. Generally, when you take photos, the photographer owns
the copyright, and can use the images how they wish. However, in some case,
this isn't so clear and the subject can have a say in allowing the use of
the images. The release form is to ensure everyone knows who owns the
images. When doing portfolios, it usually doesn't matter, as the
photographer gets paid to do the work, so he gives the images to the model,
often signing a release form himself.

This pair neatly mouse trapped Randy, since he was being commissioned, he
saw no need to give the ID papers a thorough check and make them sign the
declarations in the release form. He has no evidence they claimed the girl
was of legal age.

Well, the upshot is, they have a yelling match. He storms off and calls me.
I head around to his place to find the police there about to enter the
gate. Arriving at the front door just behind them, I shake my head 'no'
when one says "May we come and talk to you about a matter?" 

He replies "I'm sorry, but my landlord is behind you about an important
issue. Do you mind waiting here a moment, and then I can talk to you?" They
look at him, turn and look at me. Nod their heads, and stand aside. I have
him leave the door open while we go down the hallway to talk in the dining
room. I make sure he sits where they can see him. That's when he hits me
with the really bad part, he says "Since the shoot, I've been dating the
girl, and had sex on every date. I'm really interested in her, and she's
really interested in me." He gives me the girl's first name, Alice, and
phone number. We discuss the matter in detail, and I give him the best
advice I can.

After several minutes, I get up and we go to the front door. I say "OK, I'll
have someone look into fixing the garage up, and get a specialist to look
at the roof. I'll let you know how things go."

Walking out of the house with me, he replies "Thanks, I'd like to seem them
fixed very soon. Mind waiting a moment as a witness, I think I know what
these officers want." He shuts the front door and we stand on the porch as
he says "Sorry about the delay, how may I help you officers?"

One of the officers says "We have a complaint from a woman that you've been
dating and having sex with her under age daughter." She names the girl as
Jennifer.

He replies "A couple of weeks ago, I meet the girl when her mother hired me
to do a portfolio for her daughter. She told me the girl was 17 and showed
me a birth certificate. The portfolio included clothed, semi clothed, and
nude shots. The girl and I got on well. Since then, we've been out a few
times and had sex. I'd been told by both the girl and her mother she was 17
years of age. Today, while I was over there, the mother told me her
daughter is really only fifteen, and said she'd have me charged if I didn't
pay her some money. We had an argument, so I'm not surprised you're here."

They talk some more and wish to take him to the station. I advise him not to
say anything more until he has a solicitor, and organise one to meet him at
the police station. As they drive off, I ring 'Alice' on her mobile phone.
We talk at length. She explains her name is Jennifer, she knew it was a
scam when she went to the studio, but since then, she's come to love Randy.
She spoke to her mother about dropping the scam, but her mother is angry.
She doesn't want Jennifer to see Randy any more. She's not prepared to call
her mother a liar, but she's not prepared to lie in court either.

The police take about a week investigating things. The Police Prosecutor
isn't all that sure they can get a conviction with a jury, and Randy's
solicitor is saying she'll go for a jury trial if they lose at the
magistrate's hearing. In the end, Randy suggests a compromise, as he
doesn't wish to see Jennifer being put through a harsh cross examination in
the court. They negotiate and he pleads 'No contest' to a lesser charge,
the magistrate sends him to a minimum security facility for 9 months. The
Police Prosecutor tells Jennifer he doesn't know what really went on, but
Randy agreed to the deal to avoid her having to face a hostile cross
examination in court. She leaves his office crying, as she swears at her
mother.

The week after Randy's hearing, my solicitor gets a letter from a solicitor
seeking compensation for the sexual abuse of their client by my employee -
they cite the girl and Randy. My solicitor sends a polite letter back,
explaining he isn't and never was an employee, but a freelance consult who
rented facilities and equipment. She even includes copies of the letters
Randy and I exchanged. It's clear this case doesn't have a leg to stand on.
The other solicitor confirms receipt and acknowledges they don't have a
case - the situation isn't what they'd thought it was.

The next month, Jennifer writes Randy to tell him she's pregnant, and
includes the medical certificate. She starts talking about getting Randy
out of prison early. He declines, if he stays the term, that's it, all
over. An early release will mean six or twelve months parole and other
restrictions.


NEW MANAGEMENT
I've no problem with closing Seaside up for nine months, but about then, a
developer offers me an extremely good price for my main studio which
includes my residence, it's about 20% over market value. Seems mine is the
only property holding up their major project, they've been quietly buying
properties for some months. Nearly all my work now is outside assignments,
or at the clients premises, so I sell. I move into the house at Seaside and
use it as my base of operations. 

An hour after I open up Seaside for the first time, about eight weeks after
Randy's court hearing, a woman walks in and says "I thought this business
was closed for a year?"

I reply "Oh, no, the previous photographer is away for several months, and
I'm in need of a new studio, so I'm making use of this facility until Randy
come back. I'll be filling in for him, and offering the same services as he
does, at the same rates. But I'll be away on outside assignments a bit more
than he was."

She smiles and nods her head. She asks how much to do a portfolio for two of
her daughters, my ears twitch at this. I reply "Well, at my old studio, I
used to charge $1,500 for a portfolio for a model but Randy's charge sheet
says $500. So, since you've asked here and I'm filling in for him, it's
$750 per person." She nods and thanks me, we make an appointment for the
shoot.

Sexy Shoot
The day before the shoot, I go around the studio setting up high quality
digital video recorders, and rigging them for remote activation; they're
well hidden. Every centimetre of the studio is covered by two or more of
them, and they all have good audio as well. I have a number of backdrops
and scenes set up for doing a wide range of portfolios. I don't know the
family name of the woman and girl involved with Randy, but I'm very
suspicious of the situation.

The morning of the shoot, the woman arrives with two mid teen girls, both
very pretty, twin blue eyed blonds. Both are the same height, and come to
just under my chin; breasts appear to be a nice hand full, and athletic
builds. The mother shows me the birth certificates, stating they turned 16
just two weeks earlier, one is called Jennifer, the other Janice. Maybe I'm
not paranoid after all, I start the digital video cameras. Placing the
birth certificates on a table just inside the door, I use the certificates
to copy the names, I enter the details into my version of a portfolio
contract order, and show them to the mother; immediately above this table,
and focussed on it, is a camera that's recording the details of the
certificates and the forms.

The mother has to tick and sign beside the types of photography they want in
the portfolio, and the girl has to sign beside them as well. They tick and
sign for clothed, lingerie, swimsuit, nude, beach, and general activity. I
sign the form and photocopy them, handing them the originals, explaining
this is their copy of the work contract with me. The mother pays over the
$1,500, and I write her a receipt, before placing the money in the wall
safe. I lock the exterior doors, the windows are all covered and no one can
look in.

The girls have different hair cuts, so it's possible to tell them apart. I
start with them doing a series of individual and paired poses in their
current street clothes. They'd both brought a number of changes of clothes
along, so we spend 60 minutes doing mixed shots in different sets of street
clothes, they change in front of me. Both blush the first few times their
mother tells them to change in front of me, I keep the cameras clicking
away, although they don't realise it. Next is 30 minutes of shots in
various sets of sexy underwear and sleepwear, thirty minutes of nude shots,
and thirty minutes of swimwear shots. In each case, I shoot them
singularly, and as a pair.

By this time, both girls are smiling at me and teasing me, very relaxed and
happy. I suggest we move outside, get some lunch, and go to the nearby
beach for the beach shots. I take the camera with plenty of spare batteries
and cards. 

As the girls walk down the street to a local fast food shop, I keep walking
around them, taking shots from many angles. They're wearing very skimpy
bikinis, so they're good shots, and it's a nice bright day, with light
cloud cover, so not too sunny either, perfect shooting weather. The mother
is carrying the towels for the beach. I take a break for a quick lunch, but
also get many shots of the girls eating, I include the mother in the
background of a lot of shots.

Down to the beach for plenty of shots of them running, playing, and sunning
on the beach; followed by lots of action shots with them in the water, with
it at various heights. As they get dried, I keep shooting, keeping it up
all the way back to the studio. I have them change into t shirts and short,
and we go into the yard of the residence, where I shoot them playing in the
yard, like typical young girls.

Back into the studio, and the mother says "Look this is all lovely work for
their public portfolio, but can we also get something a little more
personal for their private portfolios?" I look at her and nod, am I glad I
have the cameras set to come on when the studio lights are turned on, or
there's some movement in it. I've got this all on camera, live with sound.

Nodding agreement, I have the girls take them time getting undressed in a
sexy manner, as I click away. I have them go through a range of sexy poses,
and some outright pornographic poses, ending with them kissing while nude.
At their mother's command, they start making love to each other on the set,
a large plush carpet. I keep clicking away, after they spend 30 minutes
like this, the mother asks if I want to join them. 

She replies "I will, but not yet, and we're all on the pill."

I say, get nude first, she undresses, I shoot her strip tease, she's nice
too. Blue eyed blonde, mid thirties I'd say, very fit, athletic build, long
legs, very buxom. Setting two of the cameras to take auto shots of the play
area, I strip and move onto the set. I know I shouldn't but I won't trap
the mother unless I do, and the girls are so sexy and appealing. 

Lying down beside them, I gently caress the girl I'm told is Jennifer, as I
softly fondle her breasts, I kiss her neck. I spend the next 20 minutes
making love to her, before I enter her and find out she's a virgin; well I
assume the problem with entry was due to her hymen being broached. I
experienced a similar issue with her sister, whom I'm told is Janice. About
an hour after entering the play area, I'm holding Jennifer in my arms as I
kiss her, and she's crying. I notice her mother is turning off the two
cameras she knows to be turned on, I grin about the ones she doesn't know
about. I ask Jennifer what's wrong.

Jennifer replies "How I wish things we different, I think I love you, and
that makes this so hard."

Grinning, I say "Don't worry, I have enough love for both you and your
sister, we can permanently double date, so neither has to give me up for
the other. Anyway, it's every man's dream to have twin sisters as their
regular lovers." She gives me a weak smile, and kisses me.

Her mother enters the stage setting and kisses Janice. We spend another
lovely 45 minutes as everyone has sex with everyone, and I make love to
Jennifer and Janice. Mommy isn't going to like those shots of her with her
face in her daughter's pussies. Don't you love good insurance policies.

It's late afternoon when I suggest we get showered and dressed. Naturally, I
take lots of shots of the girls and mummy in the shower and getting
dressed. I have them dress in the 'evening out' outfits they brought. I
lead them next door and get dressed in similar clothes.

Double Duty
I ask them if they'll do a small paid shoot for me, and have them sign
release forms for a shoot in a restaurant, putting the times down as from
now to two hours time. They all sign, and sign for receipt of payment as I
hand them $150 each. The mother is smiling, she doesn't realise what she's
done.

I photo the three of them leaving the house, and walking down the street. We
reach a local restaurant that's fairly famous, but wants to become more
famous, they need some good shots of the restaurant and have hired me to do
them. Being here tonight is part of my schedule, having this team along is
an added bonus. The restaurant isn't open yet, but they let us in, with two
cameras, tripods, and some lights on the pack on my back, it's a bit
obvious who I am.

Once inside, I quickly set up for some shots of the ladies being welcomed
and taken to a table, good shots of them ordering, and drinks being served.
Some general shots of the restaurant, and it's opening time. As usual,
there's a small crowd waiting, so some shots of them entering, making sure
not keep the general public unidentified. Then it's dinner being served,
shots of them being served, and shots of them enjoying the meal. Some of
the other clients give approval to having photos taken of them while
dining, I get them to sign limited releases, these shots may only be used
by the restaurant to publicise it. The people get a free bottle of wine for
agreeing.

Time for me to sit down and eat with the ladies. I pack up the lights and
gear, sit down and eat. We have a fun time. After the meal, I take photos
of the ladies leaving and being shown out. Outside, I ask them to spend the
night at my place. The mother tells the girls to go ahead, but she can't,
as she has to go home early, some things to do early tomorrow.

Back at my house, I let the girls in, and we go to the master bedroom. I
take my time gently undressing them both, and we have a fun bath together.
We spend the whole night making love, we even spend a reasonable amount of
time having sex during the night as well.

Next Day
The next morning, I cook us all breakfast, and go to the studio. The girls
follow me, wearing only a light weight long T-shirt each, they got them out
of my cupboard. The shirt edge rest halfway down their thighs, and does
nothing to hide their lovely bodies.

In the studio, I open up for clients to walk in, go over to the computer
station, and set it to remotely download all the images from all the
cameras. I also get the memories cards from all the cameras that aren't
connected to the network, and all the cards I filled up and removed
yesterday.

After downloading everything into the computer hard drive, I quickly sort
them into the restaurant shots and the others. The girls watch as I go
through and examine each of the restaurant shots. Most are OK as they are,
some need a little bit of light enhancing, some need a bit of cropping to
remove people who don't wish to be shown. I soon have them all ready for
the client, I set them to print out all of them as traditional snapshot
sized prints, while I select what i think are the best, and print them as
A4 sized prints, about two dozen of them. Sound simple doesn't it, but it
was nearly two hours of concentrated work at the computer to get everything
ready and printed. I also copied it all onto a CD-ROM for the client.

As I wait for the restaurant owner to arrive, he said he'd be here between
11.00 am and noon, I set about reviewing all the still shots from
yesterday. I set up folders for each type of shot, and move all the photos
of that type into it. With that done, I have the girls sit beside me while
I go through the thousands of shots taken yesterday and pick out what I
think are the best dozen in each group. These, I copy into another folder.
The girls are amazed at how well the photos came out, they're also a bit
embarrassed about the shots taken while getting changed in the early
stages, but recognise they're some of the best shots taken on the day, as
they were so relaxed. I've finished selecting the shots for the portfolio,
75 in all, before Mr Arturo arrives for his work.

I show him the whole set and the ones I think are best. As I place them in
an envelope for him, with the CD, he says "I was told you would be
expensive, but the work would be well worth it. They were right, this is
much better than I expected." he hands me the cheque for $5,000 which i
place on the table as I write his receipt, the girls eyes go wide. Jennifer
starts to cry.

Handing him the receipt, I say "Now don't forget, under the terms of the
contract, you've only purchased limited use rights to these photos, I own
them. You may use them in any media to publicise your restaurant, you may
give away copies. But you may not transfer your any rights, except with the
restaurant, and you may not charge people for copies." He nods as he
smiles.

He responds "I'm well aware of your times, and why. My brother told me about
your court case with 'those people.' I fully understand you position and
your terms." He leaves a happy man.

Putting up a sign saying 'Please make enquiries at the residence next door.'
I lock up the studio and lead the girls back to the residence. We spend
another hour or so making love and having sex. After another bath, we have
a late lunch. Both girls are now about to cry.

Truth Will Out
I sit them down at the table, and say "OK, what's wrong with you both?"

Janice replies "We've both fallen in love with you, and we can't go on with
this lie any more. Mum showed you the birth certificates of our older
sisters. Were really only fifteen, we turn sixteen in ten months time. Mum
is trying to scam you out of thousands of dollars."

I reply "Are you prepared to tell the truth if your mother takes this to the
police?"

They both shake their heads, and Jennifer replies "No, we're too scared of
her. She put one of our sister in hospital a few months ago, when she
refused to help her in a similar scam. By the way, I'm really Laura, and my
sister is Loren."

I respond "Well, don't worry about the scam for now. This does mean we can't
have sex again, until after your real 16th birthday." Both both nod their
heads, then both look up wide eyed, as they realise the full import of what
I'd said. They smile and get up, giving me a mutual hug.

A short time later, we dress fully, and go into my studio, where I open up
again, and we finish preparing the girl's real portfolios. They're
marvellous. I also prepare some new release forms in both the false and
real names.

At closing time, I lock up, take the portfolios, and copies of some other
papers, as well as some prints from the hidden cameras. We drive over to
their mother's house.


PLAN BACKFIRES
I ring the doorbell, the mother opens the door and ushers us in. The girls
sit on the lounge beside another girl who's pregnant, she looks extremely
unhappy.

Mother looks through the portfolios and is surprised about the high quality.
Looking up at me she says "Thanks for these, now I want similar jobs for
the rest of my girls, my money back, and another $10,000. My daughters
think they've been on the pill, but they haven't and I'm sure you've got
them pregnant by now." Both girls sit bolt upright and glare at her. She
continues "They're both only just turned 15 years old, so you face a
lengthy prison sentence if I go to the police." She smirks at me.

I respond with "Actually, you'll be the one going to prison if you go to the
police. You told me they were 16 years of age, and when you signed the
release for the restaurant shoot, you signed a legal document declaring
them to be that age. So I have legal evidence you informed me they were of
legal age." He smile shrinks, I pour some salt into the wound and throw
some extra photos on the table, from the third portfolio I'm carrying. I
say "Take this to court, and I have to put these in evidence." She goes
white as she looks at the pictures of her engaging in oral sex with her
daughters. Turning to the girls, I say "Go get the tablets you were taking,
thinking they were contraceptive tablets." They get up and run into their
room, quickly returning with the tablets.

I closely examine them, they are a common brand of contraceptive tablet, and
the packet hasn't been tampered with. Looking at the mother, I say "You
just lied about the tablets, didn't you?" Crying, she nods her head, as she
holds her head in her hands - she's thoroughly beaten.

Turning to the pregnant girl, I ask "Is your name Jennifer?" She nods, I
say "Are you waiting for your boyfriend Randy to get out of prison to run
away with him?" Her eyes go wide as she nods again, and gives her mother a
frightened look.

The mother looks up, and turns to Jennifer as she starts to snarl at her.
Quickly reaching across the coffee table between us, I grab the mother's
arm, and pull her back, as I say "What's you name?"

She struggles, but can't break free of my grip, relaxing back into the
chair, as she glares at Jennifer, she replies "Suzanne, and don't dare call
me Suz or Susie."

Calmly looking at her, I say "Susie slut, you're now MY slave, and your
family will come and live with me, while you work as my housekeeper." She
starts to thrust out of the seat towards me. Pushing her back, I
continue "Behave yourself, and I'll call you Sue or slut or slave. But
while you misbehave you'll be Susie slave slut, understand me slave." She
drops her eyes to the table, looking at the photos of her with her
daughters, she gulps, nods her head, and sits down again.

Turning to Jennifer, I say "Where's your twin?" 

She replies "Still in hospital for defying her, they could let her out, but
she doesn't want to leave yet. So they're keeping her in."

Smiling, I look at Loren, saying "How long to pack up all the clothes etc
you need to move the whole family out of here?"

She replies "About two to three hours, but it'll take two or three trips in
your van."

Standing, I pull Sue out of her seat, and say "OK Sue slave, get your gear
packed, I can move you all out right now, and get the rest later. All of
you, pack your gear and we'll take what we can now. Make sure you have
enough for a few days." Grinning widely, Laura, Loren, and Jennifer do as
told.

It takes about half an hour for me to have all four safely in the van, with
two or three bags of clothes each. Loren secures the house and locks it up.
On the way back, we stop for dinner at a fast food place, and visit Janice
in the hospital.

Hospital Visit
As we walk into the hospital during visiting hours, i can see Sue is getting
some ideas about making a fuss. I let her work on them as we go to the ward
Janice is in. Janice is very happy to see Jennifer walk in, and loses her
smile on seeing Sue, she smiles weakly at Laura and Loren. 

When we reach her bed, Janice's eyes go wide, as I push Sue forward, and
say "Sue slave slut, introduce me to Janice." Sue doesn't speak. I reach
place a hand over her mouth as I grasp her right nipple, squeezing and
twisting it hard; she gurgles into my hand as her body writhes with the
pain.

I let go. Crying she says "Please don't do that again."

Softly, I respond "Disobey me, try to escape, or not be quick enough in
following orders, and that'll be the least you can expect. Just imagine
what that will feel like if done to both nipples, or one nipple and your
clit." Crying as she looks at me she nods her head, finally, she's given up
command.

Turning to Janice, she says "Janice, this is Patrick my master." Janice's
eyes go very wide, and she smiles at me, she looks at the other girls to
see them smiling too.

I say "Janice, tomorrow, after we've moved everything out of Sue's house to
mine, we'll come for a visit, and talk to the doctors about taking you
home. But only if you want to." She nods her head.

After a nice long visit, we head home. Arriving there, I quickly settle
everyone into their own bedrooms, except Sue. I set up a mattress at the
foot of my bed, she sleeps there, when I don't have her in the bed with me.
Laura and Loren often spend the night sleeping with me, and I wake up
really sexually charged, so after they leave the room, I take time to
relieve my frustrations with Sue.

AFTERWARDS
By the end of the fourth week, she's eager to have me do so. She's stopped
trying to fight any of us, readily takes orders from all five of us, and is
eager to drop her panties when ever I wish. 

Laura and Loren are frustrated that I won't have sex with them until they're
16, but enjoy evenings sitting or lying around kissing and cuddling - we
make love every day, but don't engage in any sex.

The middle of the week after they move in, I take Jennifer up to visit Randy
in prison. He's very happy to see her, and extremely happy to hear I'm
looking after her now. Their son, Peter, was born a month before Randy got
out of prison. They got married a month after he left prison.

On the day Laura and Loren turned 16, we got a minister who wasn't
authorised by the government to conduct marriages, to marry the three of
us. Thus we were married in the eyes of God, but not the law courts. I
already had a bigger, specially made bed, and the three of us sleep there
each night, with Sue at our feet. After two years the laws on de facto
marriages see our marriage legally recognised.

Although Janice had her own room, she rarely used it, she often slept with
Jennifer and Randy, after he was released.

The business stays the same set up, at Randy's insistence, and we both
operate from the one studio, organising our work accordingly. When I use
the studio itself, I pay rent for doing so, and we share the costs of the
rent and living expenses of the house.

Three years after the events above, Jennifer is pregnant again; Janice had a
girl, Patricia, last year; Loren is expecting; Sue had a daughter,
Margaret, about a year after moving in, and is expecting again. All the
girls are doing much better in their studies, and everyone is very happy;
even Sue is happy with the situation.

Some days, we see Princess about town with her boyfriend. He has flash cars
and clothes, but he doesn't seem to spend much money on her. The first time
she saw Randy with twin teenagers under his arms, playing with their
breasts, she had a fit. How sweet a sight, the look on her face then.

.............end

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