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Authors: Keith Trimm

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“You just said for some reason this really
pissed you off, now what is it? Do you care or don’t you?” Dick
asked.

“What are you? Some sort of back alley
psychologist? Ask me about my mother, I dare you.”

“Just saying, never mind.”

“Well, since you ask, it does seem like an
invasion of my privacy. For all I know, you could have been digging
through my shit and stealing from me. Did you dig through any of my
shit or steal from me?”

“No, I was just there to drop a load in the
bitch and get out. It’s our Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday
thing.”

“That explains that,” John said like he just
had an epiphany.

“What?”

“She does the most laundry on those days and
always changes the sheets on the bed. Now I know why, she’s washing
out your splurge.”

“Probably, I tend to shoot off a pretty good
sized load. Especially on Tuesday, it’s the first day. By Friday
I’m pretty spent. I can blow mind you, but not much comes out.”

John shook his head and looked to his
officers. “Let him go, you guys did the right thing bringing him to
me, but I don’t give enough of a shit to care. As long as he isn’t
stealing my shit he can fuck her all he wants.”

“Ok chief,” one of the officers replied and
removed Dick Pillow’s cuffs.

“Are you going to walk me back into the law
enforcement center or do I get to leave in the alley?” Dick
asked.

“Just go,” John replied.

“How do I know you won’t put a bullet in my
back and claim I was trying to escape?”

“I could do that without taking the cuffs of
dumbshit. Now get out of here before I change my mind.”

“I don’t feel comfortable doing that,” Dick
replied.

“Doing what?” John asked.

“Leaving like that, that’s how John Kennedy
was killed you know. He thought he was let go then they shot him in
the head.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” John
asked.

“It was a conspiracy you know, he thought
everything was fine and then bam, he was dead. Why else would he
drive with the top down?”

“Are you comparing what we are doing to the
Kennedy assassination?”

“Of course, once I leave, someone, most
likely one of your coconspirators will shoot me in the head.”

“Who the fuck would want to assassinate
you?”

“Oh, there are plenty of people who would
like to see me dead. Don’t let the government fool you. They have
eyes everywhere.”

“Are you some sort of nut? Get the fuck out
of here before I put you back in jail for being fucking
stupid.”

Dick took a long pause and looked John right
in the eyes. “You will see.”

“Yeah, I will see, now git.”

With that said, Dick Pillow slowly walked
away from the officers and stepped around the dumpster into the
dark alley. He made slow and purposeful steps looking around as he
went for anyone who might be out tonight to do him in.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” John said
to his officers and opened the back door to the law enforcement
center. All three stepped inside when they heard the sound of a
single gunshot, then another and another. In a flash the three
darted back outside and looked down the alley at the body of Dick
Pillow, now lying flat on the ground with a noticeable chunk of
skull missing from the side of his head. “Holy fuck he was right,”
John said. “Call the ambulance, I’m going in for a cup of
coffee.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 3
The Photographer

 

 

Three months later at the Blonde Baby Beauty
Salon, a tall good looking forty something man opened the door with
a resounding ding. Entering through a second door, he is met by the
owner of the salon Cassidy Rayne, dressed in skin tight pants and a
low cut shirt that ran almost to her navel. The man, holding a
camera bag looked quite surprised at the woman standing before
him.

“You must be the photographer?” she asked
politely.

“Yeah, I’m Dennis, we spoke over Facebook
about a shoot.”

“Come on in,” she said motioning for Dennis
to have a seat next to her nail counter. “Did you have a hard time
finding the salon?” she asked.

“Yeah, it’s sort of in an odd place
actually.”

“Well, I’m glad you found it.”

Dennis looked around the salon and the first
thing he noticed was there were no stations set up for hair. “What
kind of salon is this?” he asked.

“I do nails, body wraps, toning, that sort of
thing,” she replied.

“No hair?”

“No, just body and skin.”

Dennis seemed unusually nervous for someone
who has taken professional portraits for more than twenty years.
“So what kind of pictures did you want to do?” he asked trying not
to notice her camel toe under the table top and protruding nipples
above.

Seeming a bit nervous, Cassidy replied, “You
do know about my past as a porn star right?”

Dennis sat dumbfounded. “Porn star?”

“Yeah, I’ve been shooting porn for the last
seven years. Started when I was eighteen.”

“Here? In the Midwest?”

“No, I went out to California out of high
school and got into the porn business. Been doing it ever
since.”

“Then why the salon?”

“I can do more than just porn silly,” she
replied with a grin. Her fair skin and dark eyes surrounded by her
shoulder length hair.

“Is that what you want to do now? With
me?”

“If that’s alright with you,” she
replied.

“No, that’s fine,” he replied wondering if he
was in an episode of candid camera. “When do you want to
shoot?”

Pushing the bottles of nail polish around on
her countertop, she replied, “It will take me about a half hour to
get ready.”

Dennis looked around the salon and asked,
“Where do you want to shoot?”

“I got a spare room in the back, it’s pretty
good size. If you want, you can set up your equipment.”

Feeling nervous again, Dennis shook his head
and headed for the door. “I’ll grab my gear and get set up, let me
know when you want to start.”

 

Twenty minutes later, the backdrops and
lights were in place. Cassidy walked into the spare room dressed
only in a bra holding some clothes in her hand. “What do you think
I should wear?” she asked.

Dennis, trying not to look down at her naked
body pondered the question and looked at the skirts she had brought
in. “This one,” he said pointing to the plaid skirt. “It looks like
a schoolgirl outfit.”

Cassidy turned around and looked in the
mirror holding the skirt in front of her leaving her smooth curved
ass in plain view. Dennis took a long look and caught himself
staring.

“It’s ok, you can look,” Cassidy said with a
smile. “If you didn’t stare I would wonder about you.”

For the next ten minutes Cassidy tried on and
on, over and over different sets of clothing each skimpy and
revealing. She had a set of heels that looked like something from a
freak show each seven or eight inches high.

“How do you walk in those?” Dennis asked.

“I only have to walk from the pole to the
side of the stage to get my tips, I don’t run in them.”

“Are you ready to shoot?” Dennis asked
holding his camera in a ready stance.

“Ready when you are,” Cassidy replied and
moved to the center of the room with the backdrop behind her.
“Should we start dressed or nude?” she asked.

Without a flinch, Dennis replied, “Nude,” and
waited for a reaction. He got nothing other than to watch the hot
girl strip for free five feet in front of him again.

“How is this?” she asked standing only in
heels.

“Very nice,” he replied and tried to fire off
a few test shots. The flash from the umbrella lit up the room as
the girl squatted and spread her legs showing off her freshly
shaven pussy.

“Should I spread it?” she asked.

“Yeah, try that,” he replied with a lump in
his throat.

Cassidy reached down between her legs and
placed her fingers on each side of her pussy lips and spread them
apart with a smile. Hiding behind the camera, Dennis fired of shot
after shot getting closer and closer as the girl ground back and
forth.

“How does it look?” Cassidy asked.

Dennis looked up in stunned surprise.
“Honestly, I’ve never shot anything like this before, it looks like
God to me so keep going. Digital is cheap, not like we’re paying
for film here.”

Cassidy rolled around on the floor spreading
her legs and gyrating her pelvis into view for Dennis and his
camera. She eyed the camera and made sexy poses licking her nipples
and playing with her tits. It was obvious she had done this many
times before. Unlike Dennis who was fighting back a raging boner.
“How many photo shoots have you done?” he asked trying to make
small talk.

“Hundreds,” she replied.

“You seem comfortable doing this,” he
added.

“I know how to make the boys happy, I’m very
good at what I do.”

Dennis paused for a second. “Can you put a
finger inside?” he asked nervously, expecting to get yelled at.
Before he could make another comment, Cassidy slipped her finger
into her pussy and made room for Dennis to get an extreme close up
of her fine pink skin. “How many pictures do you want?” he
asked.

“As many as you want to do,” she replied.

 

For the next two hours Cassidy put on a show
like Dennis had never seen before. He had been to strip clubs, but
this was like a strip club on steroids and he was getting a private
show for free. He was amazed at her ability to pose and she needed
very little direction. He basically pointed and shot, and felt like
anyone with a camera could do a great job with her.

After what seemed like five hundred shots
Dennis, almost exhausted asked, “Is there anything else you want to
shoot today?”

“Yes, I want some outdoor shots as well, I
know of a park downtown,” she replied.

“A park? A public park?”

“Yes.”

“Aren’t you worried you will get in
trouble?”

“Do I look like someone who thinks I would
get in trouble?” she said with a confident grin.

Dennis packed up his backgrounds and other
gear and stored it in the trunk of his car. It was a quick tear
down, as he took this mobile set up to all sorts of photo shoots.
In less than ten minutes, she had changed into a short white dress
and they were on their way to the park.

 

Upon arriving, Dennis was taken aback by the
number of people walking the paths and enjoying the day. He was
stumped as to how he was going to shoot anything without the police
being called. “Where do you want to shoot?” he asked.

Cassidy looked around and motioned for Dennis
to follow. She quickly found a nook behind a tree out of the view
of the majority of the park. She lifted her dress, exposing herself
from the naval down; she had no panties. “Go ahead,” she said and
started to pose.

Dennis, shocked, looked around for anyone who
might be watching. He quickly took out his camera and began to fire
off shots as fast as he could, not paying attention to the usual
composition and lighting that made his hobby such a joy. All he
knew was he was standing in a place where he could be caught at any
time shooting pictures of a woman exposing herself in what looked
on camera in public. “Do you think this is a good idea?” Dennis
asked nervously.

Cassidy squatted and leaned back, spreading
her pink pussy lips wide. “Try a low ground shot,” she said without
batting an eye.

Dennis lay down on his belly on the grass and
took the shots she requested snapping furiously.

“Don’t worry, I’m the one who would go to
jail if we got caught, not you.”

“We need to get moving, I don’t feel
comfortable here,” Dennis said looking over his shoulder back at
the main part of the park. They were only fifty feet from the main
walking path and people were all over today checking out the
flowers.

“Fine, where do you want to go?” she
asked.

“Somewhere where nobody will see us,” he
replied nervously.

Cassidy pulled her dress back down, covering
her vagina and stood back up. “Fine, lets look around.”

The two left the grassy part of the park and
entered the paved walkway. Anyone who saw them would think they
were a couple out enjoying the day. Then she saw a softball game in
the distance and her mood perked up immensely. “I have an idea,”
she said.

“What?” Dennis asked.

“Let’s go over there to the ball field,” she
replied.

“And do what?”

“Put on a show.”

“What part of not getting caught didn’t you
understand?”

“I won’t do anything wrong. I know better
than to strip in front of a bunch of grown men.”

“Don’t you strip on the side?”

“I mean in public.”

“So what’s the point of going over
there?”

“I want some voyeur shots, I’ll show
you.”

Shaking his head, Dennis agreed and thought
about what it would be like to be put in jail; his picture on the
six o'clock news wearing an orange jumpsuit with his name on the
screen and an anchor telling about how he was caught taking naked
pictures of a girl in a public park. It wore on him. Even though he
was living every straight man’s dream, he knew he was walking a
fine line and that what he was doing wasn’t legal. But then, you
only live once they say.

It took less than five minutes for the two to
walk over to the ball diamond, where Cassidy was noticed
immediately. She wasn’t wearing anything skimpy, but to a group of
men, she looked like a fine afternoon meal. Dennis and Cassidy
found a picnic table a hundred yards or so from the diamond and
Cassidy sat up on the top and leaned back with her back to the
players behind her.

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