Mary was a fine looking woman and her children had inherited her good looks. Julie, her daughter, had been doing some fashion modeling and so had her son, Paul.
She was proud of both of them. They looked so stylish and sexy in the fashion layouts.
Julie had just turned 18 and Paul 19. They were eager to succeed in the fashion world. The rewards were great but not many got right to the top. Theyd had a fair bit of work but were now at the crossroads. It would take hard work and contacts to really make it.
Their dad Tom had got them much of their work. He was a fashion photographer. He had not actually photographed them himself apart from family snaps, thinking it would be better for them to start and establish themselves with others. Mary their mum was the childrens manager. A very enthusiastic and hard-working one. Just recently shed met an old flame, Stuart, who was a leading photographer. He still had quite a thing for Mary who had married his friend, Tom. So when she asked him about work for her charges, he readily agreed.
Mary arrived at Stuarts studio complex with her children. It was a very swanky affair: busy, plush, set in a rambling old house full of antiques, which made perfect backdrops. There were about ten different shooting locations. In fact Tom occasionally hired space there for shoots there.
Stuart smiled broadly and kissed Mary as she was ushered in with Paul and Julie by one of Stuarts many assistants. The children were a little overawed by the grandness of the place but Stuart put them at their ease. He kissed Julie and shook Pauls hand. He remarked how like Mary they both were.
He explained to them how hed been through their portfolios and was very impressed. But he said they really needed some nude photos to be included, many fashion photographers like to see them he said.
He said if they didnt feel comfortable to do that now he could just take some fashion pictures and do those nude layouts later. Mary said it would be b... Læs hele novellen
