Trailer Park Noir (16 page)

She said, “How do you want me to pose?” and lowered her legs.

“Just naturally,” he said as he started taking pictures.

“But ... but I ... “ She didn’t move, just lay there.

“Here’s an idea,” Regent said. “Lie in the center of the bed, open your shirt all the way, and stretch your arms out at your sides, like you’re flying.”

She did as she was told, and Regent said, “Yeah,” as he took some pictures. “Now close the shirt and put your arms down at your sides.” She did that, too, and he took more pictures. “Now just relax and lie there as you would if you were relaxing at home.”

But she could not relax – she remained stiff, almost rigid.

Regent got an idea, but he didn’t know if it would fly with young Kendra.

“You need to relax if we’re going to do this,” he said. “How about some wine?”

Her eyes lit up at the mention of wine.

“No kidding?” she said.

“No kidding. I’ve got some very good white wine chilling in the refrigerator. Want some?”

The corners of her eyes crinkled above a generous smile as she nodded.

He went into the kitchen, took the wine from the refrigerator, and opened it with a corkscrew, poured some into two wineglasses. He returned to the studio, where she sat on the edge of the bed now. He handed her the glass.

As Regent sipped his wine, Kendra sniffed hers. Then she sipped it. Her nose wrinkled and she smacked her lips a few times. She frowned up at him.

“Tastes funny,” she said.

“It’s an acquired taste, I guess,” he said.

“A what?”

“It’s a taste you’ve got to get used to.”

“Oh.” She sipped it again. Then she drank it down in a few gulps. “Can I have some more?” she said.

“Uh, well, you know, Kendra, wine is best sipped instead of gulped. If you gulp it, you’ll get drunk, and your mommy will know when she gets home. If you just sip it, you’ll get a little tipsy, and it’ll wear off by the time she gets back.”

“Really? That’s what happens when you sip it?”

“Yes, that’s right. I’ll get you some more, but you have to sip it, all right?”

She nodded. “All right, I will. I-I’m sorry for – “

”Oh, don’t apologize, sweetheart. You didn’t know. It was your first time. I’ll get you some more.”

* * * *

Kendra felt much more relaxed than when she’d first walked into the big, beautiful trailer. The wine felt warm in her belly, and she felt a little woozy in the head.

What would Mommy think? She would be
so
angry. Kendra just had to make sure she knew nothing about it.

Mr. Regent seemed like a nice enough man. He called her “sweetheart,” which was what Mommy called her sometimes, so how could he be bad? Maybe he’d even take a really good picture she could give to Mommy.

The wine loosened her up a lot. He told her to pose the way she saw models pose in magazines. So she did. She thought of advertisements she’d seen in Mommy’s copies of
Cosmopolitan
and
Vanity Fair
and others. She kept moving her arms and legs into different positions. Then she sat up and removed the plaid shirt and tossed it aside, leaving only the dark bikini top.

“Very good,” Regent said. “Excellent.”

After awhile, Regent stopped taking pictures and turned and put the camera on the desk behind him. He went to the side of the bed and sat down, turned to face Kendra.

“Now, Kendra,” he said. “I need to know if you’re comfortable with what I do. If you’re not, just say so, and there won’t be a problem. I never force anyone. But you have to tell me, okay?”

He poured more wine into her glass, and she took it right away and sipped once, twice, a third time.

“You want to go easy with that stuff,” he said. “You’ll have to eat some peanut butter before you leave.”

“Peanut butter?”

“It conceals the smell of alcohol on the breath.”

“Oh,” she said, her eyes almost as round as her mouth. “Okay.”

“Look, Kendra – here, let me take that.” He took her drink and set it aside on the night stand. “Like I said before, my website’s naughty. It’s a nudie website.”

“A what?”

“A website in which women appear naked.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s right. That’s naughty, all right,” she said, smiling again.

“Well, how naughty are you willing to be this afternoon, Kendra?”

“Whatta you mean?”

“Will you take off your top?”

She gasped. “Oh,
yeah
, you want
me
to take off – oh, yeah, I see. Well.” She sucked her lips between her teeth and thought about it. She smiled and muttered, “Being on the Internet,” then thought about it awhile.

“You won’t use your real name,” Regent said. “You can make one up.”

“I can make one up?” she said with a giggle.

“That’s right, anything you want to be called.”

“But I have to take off my top.”

“Yes.”

“And show my titties.”

“That’s right. And Kendra, I assure you, the men who look at them will never be able to get enough of them. And they’ll never forget them. They’ll want more of you and more of you – you’ll be a sensation, Kendra, a
sensation
. I’ll get tons of e-mail about you from guys who’ll want to see more of you.”

“A sensation?”

“You’ll become
legendary
online. A star.”

“Really? A star?”

“Yes.”

“But ... I gotta show my titties.”

“That’s right.”

“Well, that’s okay. I don’t mind, it’s just that I ... I don’t know ... well, see, I don’t know if they’re ...
good
enough for – “

”Oh, don’t be ridiculous. You don’t really
think
that, do you?”

“Well, I ... I don’t know. Really. I don’t have any idea.”

“Listen, Kendra, I haven’t even seen them yet, and already I know they’re spectacular.”

“You think so?”

“You really don’t know, do you?”

Kendra said, “Really don’t know what?”

“You have a boyfriend, Kendra?”

“Oh, no, Mommy’d never let me have a boyfriend. Well, not yet, anyway.”

“Well, is there a boy you
like
?”

She got that look again, that delightfully menacing look, then it softened and she smiled. “Yeah, there is.”

“How do you expect to get his attention?”

“His attention?”

“And once you’ve got it, how do you hold onto it, Kendra?”

“Hold onto it?”

“Yeah. Think about it. You ever had a boyfriend before?”

Her eyebrows pulled down at the outer ends and her eyes filled with sadness. “Nuh-no. I haven’t.” She bowed her head.

“Lucky you met me, Kendra,” Regent said.

“How come?”

“Because I’m going to teach you what men want so you can go get this boy you like. You’ll be able to get
any
guy you like.”

The sadness seeped out of her eyes like invisible tears. “Will you, really?”

“Yep. And the first thing you need to know is that men are going to
love
your breasts.”

“They will?”

“They’ll want to look at them,” he said. “They’ll want to touch them, and put their mouths on them.”

“Really?” Butterflies fluttered in Kendra’s stomach and she felt wonderfully naughty as she smiled at Regent.

“That’s right. That’s why, for starters, I’d like to get some pictures of you without the bra, but with the shirt on. How’s that sound. Will you do that?”

“Sure,” she said. She took the shirt off and tossed it onto the bed, and reached back to unfasten the bra. She stopped and looked at him. “Um, could you ... turn around?”

“Oh, sure,” he said. He turned his back to her and waited.

She turned around, too. Unable to believe she was doing it, but delighting in the adrenaline burst it gave her and the delicious sense of naughtiness that crept up inside her, she unfastened the bra in back. What if Mommy saw her now, taking off her bikini bra? She would be horrified.

Kendra tossed the bra onto the bed and put the plaid shirt back on. She started to button it, then remembered that he wanted her to leave it unbuttoned. She turned around and found that his back was still to her. “How’s this?” she said.

He turned and took in a little gasp and stood there and looked at her for a long time.

Thirteen

Regent stood with his mouth open, taking her in. She stood before him in the shorts, the plaid shirt hanging open in front. The inner scoops of her milky breasts were visible above her flat belly.

He wanted to tear that shirt off of her and take her on the bed right then and there. It took a great effort not to reach out and touch her, to pull her into his arms and push his mouth against hers, bury one hand in those luxurious locks of hair. He looked into her eyes – eyes that, without her even realizing it, he suspected, made promises she might not be able to keep.

She oozed sex. It glowed off her, luminescent and warm. And she didn’t even know it.

Regent knew this might take some time. He’d already gotten farther than he’d expected for the first session. But he fully expected her to freeze up at some point soon. He’d need to make her more comfortable, maybe wait till the next day, or the day after that. He needed to gain her trust, that was the key.

“Why don’t you lie back on the bed like that,” he said.

Kendra did as she was told. She got on the bed and stretched out on her back.

“Prop yourself up on your elbows,” he said.

She did. Up on her elbows, the shirt spread open a little more, but it still did not fully reveal her breasts.

It was maybe the sexiest thing he’d ever seen – Kendra lying there like that on her back, one knee cocked, the inner sides and partial undersides of her breasts visible, her skin creamy and unblemished, head back as she looked down her nose at the camera.

Regent wanted to lick those thighs, to kiss the flesh between her breasts. He wanted to feel her legs wrap around him as he slammed into her.

But that would have to wait.

He realized he had an erection, and he turned away from her. Just looking at her made him hard, made him warm and hungry for her touch. But he had to be careful with this one – she wasn’t like all the others. She was different, a challenge. But God, she was incredible. He decided to go ahead and let her see his erection – let her know what she did to him, to men.

She got on all fours facing the camera and the unbuttoned shirt fell open and her breasts dangled and swayed with the slightest movement.

“Beautiful,” he said as he took a few more pictures. “Now,” he said, cautious, smiling. “How would you feel about taking the shirt off?”

She smiled and said, “You want to see my boobies?”

“Yes, I do, Kendra – the whole
world
is going to want to see your boobies!”

She laughed as she stood upright on her knees. She shed the shirt and tossed it onto the floor beside the bed.

She was feeling that wine, he could tell. She was a little tipsy, just happy enough to keep her going.

Kendra knelt before him wearing only the denim cutoffs. Her breasts were generous scoops of pale flesh, capped by puffy, pale-rosy nipples.

“You said ... men will ... like this?” she said. She wore an expression of uncertainty – almost childlike uncertainty.

“Men will eat it up, Kendra. This is what men love, it’s what they want. They’re going to be crazy about you. I’m going to use you in the preview section, and I bet you’ll pull in plenty of members all by yourself.”

She smiled a little. “Is that ... good?”

“That’s
very
good,” he said as he kept taking pictures. “Why don’t you touch one of your boobies, there, and – yes, perfect, just with your fingertips like that.”

Her smile grew for a moment, then began to dismantle.

“Are you wearing panties under the shorts?” he said.

“Yuh-yes. Why?”

“Let’s get some panty shots, okay? Men love to see a beautiful girl in panties.”

“They do?”

“Oh, yes.”

She stood up on the bed and slowly lowered the cutoffs. They dropped to her ankles and she stepped out of them, kicked them off the bed.

“Great!” Regent said. “Stand right there like that.” He took several pictures looking up at her, naked but for her baby-blue panties, a towering young amazon fresh out of the jungle.

Kendra lifted her hands and put them over her breasts. “I-I ... I, uh ... um, I ... “ She stepped down off the bed and turned her back to him. “I’m sorry,” she said.