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Welcome to my Nude Day contest entry. Been a long time since I’ve posted in this category, but a good friend here who isn’t feeling well these days, asked when I was going to drop a new Milf story, so here we are. Like much of my work this story is on the longer side. Unlike a lot of my work, you don’t have to wait too long to get to the action. Hope you enjoy it. LC68
Chapter One
“Come on, Dana, show the camera some love, or at least crack a damn smile!” Burt called out in frustration.
“I feel like an idiot.” Dana stared down at the last outfit he’d asked her to wear for the shoot. “I’m a little old to be a naughty schoolgirl, don’t you think?”
“Way too old, no one could stay back that many times.” Burt cracked from where he stood in front of the set, fiddling with his camera.
“Then why the hell am I wearing it? I get business casual and the cute sundress pics we took, but what’s with this trashy get-up?”
“The first two outfits were generic shoots to start your new portfolio and get you used to being back in front of the camera. This is one is for the shoot Ellen is working on.”
“She has a new project?” Dana felt hope brewing within her for the first time in the last few months. “She’s looking for new models and I’m not just taking a shot in the dark she can find me some work?”
“You aren’t going to get any work until you lighten up.” Burt grumbled. “First two outfits you were posing like you had a pole up your ass, and your face looked like you couldn’t decide whether or not you liked it.”
“I’m a little stiff, first time I’ve done this in fifteen years, remember?” Dana defended herself even though she knew Burt was right. Rusty or not, she could feel how awkward she’d been being back in front of a camera.
“I remember when you could get a guy stiff just with a smile and those bedroom eyes.” Burt smirked. “That great rack never hurt either.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not ready for lingerie shoots just yet,” she tugged on the black tie hanging loosely around her neck. “But I guess you think I’m ready for sleazy.”
“Seeing you been waitressing at Mario’s Lounge I figure you’d be at home with sleazy.”
“Fuck you, Burt!” she snapped. “You think I want to work there?”
“If you don’t get some good shots you’re going to keep working there.” He sighed. “Come on, Dana, just relax. The camera used to love you and you know it.”
“Used to.” Her shoulders slumped. “This was a mistake.”
“If you think it is, then it will be.” Burt gestured to her. “Or you could stop feeling sorry for yourself and give this a real go and stop wasting our time half assing it.”
“Does Ellen really have a new project?” Dana asked, trying to grasp at something that would give her some hope.
“Yes, and it could be perfect for you. It features older models and it’s called age is a number, fun is a state of mind or something stupid like that.” Burt shrugged. “I figure nothing says young and fun more than the classic schoolgirl fantasy.”
“I guess,” Dana looked down at the black and white plaid skirt so short a breeze would give anyone behind her a glimpse of the plain white panties that were part of the outfit. “But on any girl over twenty all it really says is porn star, hooker, or just plain slutty.” Or desperate waitress working tips in a club full of assholes.
“All the more reason it works. Middle aged women can still be sexy, slutty even.”
“I’m not middle aged!” Dana fired back.
“Slutty is okay, but middle aged is an insult? Anyhow, you’re right,” Burt looked up, smirking through his scruffy grey beard. “I doubt you’ll make 86 so I guess you’re passed middle age.”
“You’re an asshole Burt, always was, always will be.”
“But this asshole is giving you three hours of my expensive time for free because I’m one of the few friends you kept when you were married. So how about you drop the diva act and do what you used to do back in the day and trust me?”
“You’re right, I’m sorry,” She looked away so he wouldn’t see her eyes beginning to well up, something that happened with annoying frequency these days. “And I’m sorry we had to hide our friendship. I should…”
“Forget about that.” Burt gave her a rare, encouraging smile. “Never backwards, always forwards, Dana. That’s my motto.”
“It’s a good one.” Dana took another look down at the black patent leather heels complete with silver buckles, and the white knee high stockings.
“Can we at least button this?” She flipped the tail of the shirt which protruded from the knot it was tied in, leaving her stomach bare and showed off the inner curve of her breasts to the point some of the black lace of her bra showed.
“You getting modest?” Burt laughed. “You’re dressing skanky every night at that dive, why is this different?”
“God, you’re a prick.” Dana shook her head, causing the pig tails she’d pulled her long black hair into to bounce around her head. “That’s what I get for telling you what’s going on in my life.”
“That’s what you get for making bonus veren siteler such a shit show of your life.” Burt replied, the smirk, an all but permanent part of his face, was back.
“That dump is keeping my lights on, but if I want to keep the damn house, I need to make some more money, and if I’m getting back into modeling I don’t want to be dressed like daddy’s little bad girl.”
“Like you said, you did lingerie shoots back in the day.”
“In my twenties.”
“There’s women your age doing lingerie.” Burt reminded her. “If you’re trying to get a foot back in the door, you have to show a little of everything and we did classy and sporty, now we do a little sexy.”
“Its bad enough I have to do sexy to a bar full of pricks. I’d rather not do it for a legit job.”
“Showing yourself off is what modeling is all about, Dana. You know that and we both know you never minded showing yourself off.”
“Don’t talk about that!” She snapped. “I was young then.”
“Young and a lot of fun. But just because you’ve been a dud the last fifteen years doesn’t mean the hot little minx that loved the thought of men drooling over her isn’t still in there somewhere.”
“That’s off-limits Burt, even for you.”
“Tell me something, you get excited at work? All those guys ogling you?”
“You keep talking like that, I’ll go change and leave.” She put her hands on her hips and gave him a hard stare. “I mean it.”
“Perfect!” The camera flashed from where he held it at an upward angle at his waist. “That’s a great look. Eyes flashing, getting a little red and those lips in a hard line. That’s an ‘I dare you’ shot, and its hot, girl!”
“Not fair.”
“Life never is.” He gestured to her. “Dana, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You have incredible legs, a hell of a rack…”
“Classy.” She rolled her eyes, then scowled when the camera flashed again, catching it. She knew Burt had perfectly timed it, because he was the best there was and could ‘shoot blind’ as he called it, like no other.
“I speak only the truth. Your tits were things of wonder back in the day.”
“Were? Thanks.”
“I’m, sure they still are, but gravity’s gotta be taking some toll.”
“To think I forgot how nasty you could be.”
“I haven’t forgotten how nasty you could be.” He laughed. “But let’s stay on topic. You have gorgeous lustrous hair, big doe eyes that can look innocent or inviting, and those lips! Women shoot a lot of botox to have a blow job mouth, yours is natural.”
“Oh My God!” This time she really was surprised. “You’ve gotten worse over the years.”
“I’m an old man now, we get to say what we want, and it gets brushed off because I’m just a curmudgeon.”
“Ever hear of the me too movement?”
“Me too, like I want to join in?” he stared at her for a minute then sighed. “I’m just trying to have some fun and lighten you up. You played uptight prude for that shithead, but we know that’s not who you are. Let’s get Dana Darling back out here.”
“Dana Darling died,” she said softly. “That marriage license was her death certificate.”
“Then let’s resurrect that bitch, because the sorry ass pity party in front of me isn’t the woman I know and love.”
“Wow, Burt, you’re slipping. That was an actual sentiment.”
“I have a five o’clock coming, gotta get you moving.”
“Okay, I’ll try to warm up to this.” She frowned. “Just don’t like the bare midriff. I don’t have the flat tummy I had before.”
“You’re fine, its not like you have a muffin top or anything. Just a little soft.” He slung the Nikon over his neck and walked over to the larger camera mounted to the tripod.
“Look, women are insecure, and they see pictures of a woman in her forties with hard tight stomach, they get self-conscious. The ad ends up being a bust because they flip right past it cause they don’t look like that.
“You have a great body for your age and it’s a natural body. Your ass has filled out some, your thighs and hips are thicker and a little softer.”
“And you wonder why you’re permanently single?”
“Again, it works because yes, you’re still looking damn good, but they can look like you. The ‘yoga pants I live at the gym while the kids are at school look’ has its appeal, but natural milf sexy does too.”
“Milf?” She repeated the word carefully as just the sound of it gave her an unwanted, but not unpleasant chill.
“Mother I’d like to fuck,” he explained as he put his eye to the camera and adjusted it. “You can’t be that sheltered. Older women are the number one porn search these days. Young guys love them and so do some older guys because their wives look like that.”
“Think the porn crowd is who Ellen is aiming for?”
“No, she’s aiming for forty plus ladies who see a woman their age rocking fun and sexy. The guys at the shithole you’re heading to later, are thinking Milf.”
“Oh, right.”
“Don’t bullshit a bullshitter, Dana.” Burt told her. “You know what that means and something tells bedava bahis me since you been strutting your stuff while schilling drinks good old D may be back in the saddle.”
The blush that immediately followed his words was the only admission he needed, but for once, he didn’t follow it up with a nasty crack, instead, without looking up he added;
“And I say good for you. Now seeing that I’m not buying your insecurity or modesty, how about we get some fun shots that will make it so you’re only in that dump if you’re looking for some stress relief?”
“Okay, I’ll…” Dana stopped at a knock on the door.
“Shit, I forgot he was coming this afternoon.” Burt turned away from the camera. “Come on in, Jake.”
A tall dark haired young man in black jeans and a matching t-shirt entered the small studio. “Hey, Burt, work was slow, so they let me off early, figured I’d just come straight here.”
He glanced over at Dana.
“Oh, hi, sorry, I didn’t see anyone on the schedule. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“That’s because I’m not charging. Dana is an old friend and former model looking to get back into the game.”
“Cool,” Jake flashed her a smile. “I’m Jake, nice to meet you.”
“She heard me say your name,” Burt grunted. “He’s studying photography and I agreed to take him on as an intern, show him the ropes.”
“And you get free help.” This time Dana flashed the smirk. “Burt never does anything unless he can get something out of it.”
“There goes your free shoot, then.” Burt gestured to Jake. “Mind if he stays and watches?”
Dana hesitated. It wasn’t just that she was nervous doing her first shoot in years, but Jake being here. Burt, as usual, wasn’t wrong, since she’d divorced Ben, Dana had been making up for years of a borderline nonexistent sex life with a series of one-night stands.
He’d also inadvertently hit the nail on the head with the milf comment. Not wanting to be bothered with drama, potentially bad sex, and more importantly the ego of a guy her age, all of Dana’s shamefully wanton nights had been with younger men, who to prove Burt’s point about porn, were very much attracted to her.
Jake was no exception, although he wasn’t blatant, he’d given her a quick up and down before smiling at her and as she’d spoken to Burt, she could feel his eyes on her. He was a nice looking kid; blue eyes with dark hair was a weakness for her, as was the lean muscle displayed in his arms and snug t-shirt.
The equally tight jeans hinted at an even bigger muscle, and she could feel ‘the old Dana’ Burt kept referring to waking up within her. ‘Loving the camera’ was an old expression and in Dana’s case she had not only loved it but lusted over it.
Dana had been nineteen at her first pro shoot and surprised to find herself turned on as she strutted about the set, posing and flashing flirty sexy looks not as much for the camera, but for the photographer, and the guys handling the lighting and standing around waiting to change the set when she was done.
The idea that she wasn’t just playing up to the crew, but all the men who would see, and fantasize about her, had her in a state of arousal she’d only thought existed in trashy romance novels. Her nipples hard and aching, her clit throbbing and her pussy so wet she had to peel her panties from her sticky pink flesh.
Those panties, and everything else had been peeled off in front of one of the lighting techs. Dana had taken a wild ride on his face, then on his cock before finishing him off by sucking her juices off his cock and swallowing every drop she could coax from his balls. Prior to that, Dana had never been adventurous or even overly enthusiastic about sex.
She’d slept with two guys prior to that day, both of whom she’d dated for a few months. She’d always been a ‘good girl’ in the sense of not screwing anyone she didn’t care about, and although not a dud, she’d never been anywhere near as wild as she had been that day.
The camera had brought out the exhibitionist inside her that had her imagining every guy who saw her pics getting hard and thinking about what they wanted to do to her. The first time was far from the last time, as Dana would go on to fuck after every shoot, either one of the others involved, or that night at a club or bar where she’d take her newfound lust out on whatever lucky guy caught her eye.
Dana had come close to costing herself a good name and legit career as she gained the reputation of being promiscuous and was getting signed to shoots only because the photographer figured there was a good chance he could fuck her; and some had.
Fortunately, Ellen Gaines had found her, took her on as a client and paired her with Burt, who in spite of his crude demeanor, was a solid professional who told both his models and anyone working with him that if they mixed business with pleasure they could find someone else to work for.
Being the best in the state, it was a warning even young and newly sexually awakened Dana would obey. That deneme bonus didn’t stop her from stalking her prey at night, but she’d stopped shitting where she ate as Burt so colorfully put it.
Now acting more professionally she was able to gain a respectable reputation that along with Ellen’s management and Burt’s skill had her making good money and rising up the ranks of the modeling scene.
Eventually, Dana would meet Ben at a party and for the first time since high school had found someone who she wanted, and who wanted her, for more than just a fuck. She’d almost blown that as twice within their few months together, she’d gotten so worked up at a shoot, she’d cheated on him.
Both were risqué lingerie shoots that had her wetter than ever, and both times Ben had been away on business and she was unable to settle for toys and her fingers at home. Ben found out and gave her an ultimatum, he would forgive her, but she had to quit modeling.
Ben, who was eight years older than her, had just made junior partner at his law firm, and made more than enough to support them. Neither of them were interested in children, and not wanting to stay home, Dana had spent the last fifteen years working in offices.
With only a High school education and having spent the next seven years modeling she had no real job skills and most of her jobs were reception or data entry, simple jobs, but they kept her busy.
No, stop thinking like that, they kept her away from the camera, dressed modestly-the only way Ben would allow her to- and made her into a ‘good woman’. Dana now knew that was another term for being a controlled suppressed watered down version of herself kept under the thumb of a man who was as jealous and possessive as her asshole father had been of her mom, but she’d never seen it.
Ellen, Burt, and other friends did, and as time went on she’d lost all of them because Ben knew they talked poorly of him and didn’t want her associating with them anymore. Ellen and Burt had stayed with her, although they were nowhere near as close as they used to be.
Because Burt was a man, and all men only wanted to be friends with women so they could eventually fuck them, Ben hadn’t wanted her to still talk to him. But Burt had gotten her off a bad career path, made her good money and could have made her a big name, so she’d call him every so often and keep in touch through an alternate Face Book page Ben didn’t know she had.
“You going to answer me, or stare off into space like the ditz you used to be?” Burt cut into her not so pleasant walk down memory lane. “Care if the kid hangs out and learns something?”
“Um,” Damn he was fine, why did he have to be so fine? And why did he have to look away when Dana turned her attention on him, telling her he liked what he saw as well?
“Um?” Burt slapped his now prominent forehead, just below where his grey hair was pulled back tightly into a ponytail.
“Sure.” What was she going to say? Don’t tempt me?
“Here,” Burt slipped the Nikon from around his neck and handed it to him. “Just snap some shots and I’ll take a look at them later and see if they’re any good.”
“Got it.” Jake took the camera.
“Oh, and seeing you’re here, let’s get a young man’s opinion. What do you think of Dana in the schoolgirl outfit, can she pull it off?’
“Hell yeah,” he grinned, then caught himself. “I mean, yeah she looks great, proves age is just a number sort of thing.”
“There you go, feel better, miss insecurity?’ Burt snickered and Dana wondered if he knew the effect Jake was going to have on her and teasing or was just being his usual dickish self.
“Back to where we were.” Burt got behind the tripod. “Let’s do something I should have thought of earlier to get you loosened up. How about the old routine? Give me happy.”
Dana grinned, then pausing to get a neutral look on her face broke into a huge, borderline giddy, smile.
“Surprised.”
Dana gasped and put her hand to her open mouth, her eyes going wide.
“That’s great.” Jake laughed.
“Disgusted, you know, like you’re picturing me naked.”
Dana scrunched her face up, her full red lips turning down into a scowl.
“Scared. Angry, confused.”
Dana relaxed as they dropped back into the game they played years ago to warm her up and get her into the swing of things using her uncanny ability to produce any expression on demand.
“Bratty.”
Dana pushed her lips into a pout, while looking up though her long lashes, and stamping her foot, her right hand on her hip.
“Flirty.”
Dana put her hand to her mouth and blew a playful kiss, keeping her lips pursed while leaning over, and pushing her ass out behind her.
“Give me lusty.”
Dana would have hesitated had this been the first one, but was now having a good time. Not to mention she liked the way Jake’s eyes responded to bratty and flirty. She narrowed her large brown eyes, and parting her lips, slipped her tongue out just enough for the pink tip to protrude.
Her eyes on the camera in front of Burt, Dana sucked on her lower lip, while she beckoned with one red tipped finger.
“That’s my girl!” Burt whistled. “That’s a keeper for the shoot. Now let’s start posing, show me a good woman being a bad girl.”
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