by Betsy Locke
It didn't matter that I also enjoyed football. My stepdad didn't want me around when his buddies were over. There was only one TV in the house so I couldn't even watch it on my own.
A knock at the door surprised me.
It couldn't be my stepdad because he never knocked. “Come in,” I said. I looked down at myself and realized that I wasn't wearing any pants. I pulled a blanket over my bare legs to cover myself.
A wave of nervousness washed over me when I realized the man that entered my room was a stranger. He was younger than my stepdad. Probably around late twenties. His head was shaved on the sides and his brown hair was pulled backwards. He looked like he was sculpted from stone. Every muscle rippled underneath his tight t-shirt.
“You must be Laura,” he said.
My voice got caught in my throat. I wanted to say something but nothing came out. Why was this adonis talking to me? All I could do was nod.
The man smiled. “Your stepdad asked me to tell you what to get from the store.”
This time he waited for me to reply. But all I could do was stare at him. He was magnificent. Either a male model or mechanic.
My guess was a male model. But I could also imagine him with grease and oil all over his shirtless body.
Chapter Two
Suddenly I realized that I was supposed to reply to this man instead of just daydreaming about him. My face felt really hot. “Yeah, what can I get you guys?”
“Your stepdad wants: chips, salsa, guacamole, and sour cream. And a few packs of beers.”
I nodded. “Got it.” It was typical football snacks.
“Thanks a lot,” he replied. His dark eyes made me want to climax. He was about to leave but he couldn't yet. There was so much more I wanted to know about him. He started to close the door.
“My name's Laura,” I blurted out. I felt like such an idiot.
The man peeked his head back in. “My name is Wilder.”
“The game is about start, Wilder. Get your ass over here,” my stepdad said.
“It was nice meeting you, Laura,” he said, closing the door behind him.
I exhaled sharply. I had been holding in my breath the entire time. My fingertips were tingling. I'd never been so attracted to a man before. There'd been a couple guys in college but none of them looked like an angel sent from heaven.
I stood up and felt a little lightheaded. I couldn't believe this small encounter with Wilder could affect my body so much.
I didn't have time to dwell on it because I needed to go shopping. If I dragged my feet, my stepdad would not be happy.
I jumped into a pair of tight blue jeans and a baggy sweater. It was the only pair of clothes I had that wasn't formal. I didn't want to be browsing the aisles in a long skirt and suit jacket. I threw my hair into a ponytail and put on a pair of old sneakers.
I opened my door and saw all my stepdad's friends on the couch and they were all engrossed in the game. None of them paid any attention to me.
Not even Wilder.
I escaped outside and drove to the grocery store. I didn't drag my feet but I also didn't speed through it. There was no rush for me to get back and stay in my room all day.
My cart was full of beer and chips. I added some candy and iced tea for myself. These small purchases were the light of my day.
I returned to my stepdad's house and the guys still hadn't moved from their glued positions.
“Beer's here,” I announced, trying to heave the heavy case of beer and grocery bags to the kitchen. Nobody was going to get up and help me.
Except for Wilder.
He jumped from his seat and ran over to me. “Need help with that?” he asked, offering his hands.
“Thank you,” I groaned, shifting the heavy beers into his capable hands.
I led the way into the kitchen and Wilder followed. “You can just put all the beers in the fridge. Thanks again.”
Wilder opened the fridge and put the beers down. He took one himself and cracked it open. “You want one?”
I hesitated for a moment. My stepdad didn't usually give me any of his beer. But this was different. He wouldn't be able to say anything in front of his friends. “Yeah I'll take one.”
Wilder popped the tab and we cheered. I hadn't had a beer since I was living alone. The frothy goodness warmed my stomach.
“Your stepdad told me you lost your job. I'm sorry to hear about that.”
I took another sip of beer. “Yeah it sucks. It's taking awhile to find something new.”
“I might be able to help you in the meantime.”
My ears perked up. What did Wilder have in mind? Suddenly the thought of being on my own again popped into my head.
Wilder continued, “It doesn't pay much but I need an assistant.”
Didn't pay much isn't what I wanted to hear. But at this point I was desperate and ready to take whatever came my way. “Assistant? What do you do?”
“I'm a photographer,” he said.
Photographer! He was way too hot to be behind the camera. But at least I was close to male model.
“I need somebody to help me set up shots. Dress the models. Like I said before I wouldn't be able to pay you much.”
“I'll take it,” I replied in a flash.
We both burst out laughing and cheered our beers again.
“Bring a few beers when you come back here, Wilder,” my stepdad said from over on the couch.
“Be right there,” he replied. His attention turned back to me. “So today is Sunday. Can you start tomorrow?”
“I sure can.”
Chapter Three
I was all set for my first day at Wilder's studio. I still wasn't sure exactly what I would be doing but it was better than sending out resumes all day.
My stepdad tried to stop me before I left the house. “I'm not sure about this, Laura.”
I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes. “Why?”
“Because Wilder is my friend. I don't want you screwing this up.”
“I'm not going to screw anything up. Don't worry.” I left before he could get another word in.
The directions to Wilder's place weren't very straightforward. I drove up hills, down hills, and through tight streets. I ended up at cliff with a white building overlooking a valley. I wasn't even sure it was Wilder's because it looked like a celebrity lived there.
I parked and checked my makeup. Everything was in its right place including my breasts. For some reason I was more nervous than I was going to an interview. Deep down, I believed that this was more than just a job.
An entrance gate stopped me from going any further. I walked up to an intercom and pressed a red button.
Wilder's voice came out of the box. “Are you here, Laura?”
I didn't know where the microphone was so I just put my mouth up to the speaker. “I'm here.”
“Punch in the code: 4265 and then hit the pound sign.”
I did as I was ordered and the gate opened by magic. I couldn't believe he gave me the code to his gate. It was almost like giving a stranger a key to your house.
I came to a set of dark brown double doors. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to knock since Wilder already knew I was coming.
I saw that the door was creaked open just a smidge. A voice from inside came out, “Come on in.”
I pushed open the door and was greeted to a great wide open space. The walls were all white and the ceilings high. The floor was cement and there were barely any furnishings. I could see from one end of the place all the way to the other end.
On the opposite side were floor-to-ceiling windows that gave a great view of the valley below. A studio area was on the left and a mattress on the ground was on the right.
Wilder stood in the middle with a camera in his hand. “You look very nice, Laura,” he said.
“Thank you,” I replied. I blushed and looked down at my gray suit jacket and gray skirt that went to my knees. My shirt underneath was the only pop of color.
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��You can be more casual next time,” he said. “I want this to be a relaxing atmosphere.”
I nodded. “Sure, of course.”
Wilder was wearing ripped jeans, and a white t-shirt. “Shall we get to work then?”
“What do you want me to do?” I asked.
“Well tell me what experience with a camera you have?”
Sweat beaded on my brow. Was he going to throw me out when he heard my answer. “None,” I replied. “I hope that's okay.”
“Don't worry, it's fine. Today I just want you to help the model with her clothes. It will be really easy.”
“Sounds easy enough.”
“She should be here any moment so make yourself comfortable. Would you like anything to drink? There's a water cooler over there.” Wilder pointed to a small kitchen with a water cooler next to it.
I smiled at him and walked over to the water. I got myself a small cup and drank. I took in my surroundings and couldn't believe that he lived here. It was so industrial and badass. I could see dark black pipes way up above.
“Shit,” Wilder said, looking at his phone.
“Is everything okay?” I asked.
“Everything is fine but my model canceled on me today. I have to get these photos to the magazine by tomorrow.”
“So is that it? Do you want me to go home?”
Wilder's eyes looked me up and down. He snapped his fingers. “I got it. I'm going to have you model.”
I almost choked on my water. “What was that?”
“You have the figure for it.”
I looked down at my curves. “I seriously doubt that. Plus I've never done any modeling before. I don't think I can do.”
Wilder juggled the camera in his hands.“Oh come on. It will be easy. Trust me. Plus the pay will be a lot better.”
My body was seized with fright. I couldn't be in front of a camera. But the allure of money was very enticing.
“Okay I'll do it.”
Chapter Four
“You want me to wear that?” I asked.
Wilder held the hanger with the black bikini by his fingertips. He looked at it. “What's wrong with it?”
“I don't know if I can go before a camera wearing that.”
“You're smoking hot, Laura. You might not know it yet but you are. I work with top models every damn day. Let me tell you, you've got it. And don't think about the camera at all. Just imagine you're at the beach with only me.”
I couldn't believe he thought I was hot. It was definitely a confidence booster. The thought of us on the beach alone was a nice thought. I could imagine us being together.
Wilder handed me the bikini. “Take your time,” he said.
I nodded and took the bikini behind a Japanese screen he had in the corner.
I had the feeling that Wilder was somehow watching me while I changed but when I peeked out, Wilder was standing far away messing with the lighting.
I put on the black top and panties and it felt like there was barely any material covering my body. My tits looked like they were pouring out. There wasn't anything I could do to make it look better.
I was sure that once Wilder saw me, he would say we should forget the whole thing.
I steeled myself and stepped out from behind the screen. Wilder looked up and his eyes went wide. I looked down because I thought my boob had popped out or something. But everything was where it should be.
“You look breathtaking,” he said.
“You're just saying that because you need me to model this.”
Wilder shook his head. “I'm serious. I think you wear it better than the model I had planned.”
I felt so embarrassed. I tried to cover my body with my arms but it was no use. I was showing off way too much skin.
Wilder came up to me and grabbed my hands. A shock of electricity jolted through me. He put my hands at my sides. “Take a deep breath and then let it out, Laura.”
I did as he said and inhaled then exhaled slowly.
“Good. Do you feel better?”
I nodded. “A little.”
“Let's get to work then.” He pointed over to his photography area. “Go stand over there in front of the white background.”
I walked over to a huge sheet of white paper that was draped against the wall. Wilder took his position behind the camera. He began to take shots of me. I wasn't sure what he wanted me to do so I tried different poses. I used my knowledge of all those magazines I had read and tried to copy the models.
“You're looking great, Laura. Now face away from the camera and turn your head to me.”
I flipped my ponytail out of my face. I was self conscious of my big ass but there was nothing I could do about it.
Wilder took more shots. “Now take down your hair.”
I released my hair from the ponytail and let it fall. Soon, I started to forget that the camera was even there. I was just reacting to whatever Wilder was asking me to do. Modeling was kind of fun, once you got past all the body issues.
Wilder took the camera off the tripod and began to use it handheld. “Spin around for me.”
I pursed my lips and blew the camera a kiss. I couldn't believe how playful I could be. It was almost like I was having an out-of-body experience, watching myself be a different person.
It was akin to being drunk with my inhibitions thrown out the window. Except there was no alcohol with this. I was drunk on getting my picture taken.
Wilder came up close and was snapping shots. “Keep it up, Laura. The camera loves you. Now I want you to act like you're about to untie the strap on your back.”
I turned away from the camera and slowly untied the black strap. I made sure to stop every second so Wilder could get a clear picture.
“That's so fucking sexy, Laura. Now face me, let the straps drop and hold the bikini top up with just your hands.”
I pressed my hands against my chest to hold the top up. I tried different expressions like surprised or even naughty, biting my fingertip.
This whole experience was turning me on in a way I never expected. It was like I was doing it only for Wilder.
Things were moving so fast. I don't even know why I did it. It was like my body made the decision before my brain could intervene.
I dropped my hands and let the bikini top fall to the ground. Wilder stood up and he slowly brought the camera down. He wasn't interested in taking pictures anymore.
“You look amazing,” he said, his eyes glued to my big tits.
“Do you want this?” I asked, biting my fingertip.