Trailer Park Tramp

An eBook By J W McKenna.

When she came out a few minutes later, she had been transformed. No longer was an awkward teenager standing there – Lisa looked like a real model. A sexy slut model. The blue dress was cut low enough so we could see the swell of her breasts and her inviting cleavage. Below, the hem came to mid-thigh. I imagined her smooth pussy right underneath and my cock grew hard.

I was very confident that we'd be fucking this girl very soon.

She tugged at the hem and Sam and I pretended to ignore her embarrassment. He moved her into position, telling her to stand still for a few shots and turn this way and that. I found myself growing impatient for we couldn't really see anything. But I knew Sam was just getting her used to the camera.

He signaled to me and we pushed a wide upholstered chair into the frame. He made Lisa lie down on it, her arm propped up by the cushion, her legs spilling to the side. He adjusted her until she looked like a sexy reclining model. She kept tugging at her hem until Sam distracted her by making her tip her head up, her chin out. The hem crept up until it ended right at the vee of her legs. Any movement at all would show her bare pussy.

"Good," he said, snapping a few frames. "You look great!" He moved the camera around, getting different angles. "Now raise your right arm up and run your fingers through your hair."

Lisa obeyed without question and her hem rose up until we could both clearly see her smoothly shaved pussy and it looked wonderful. Sam snapped away. I wondered how he might hide those from her for she would surely object.

He made her change into the short skirt and top and posed her again. Then the silk slip and finally the baby doll nightie. In every case, Sam managed to make her show off her nipples or pussy or both.

After an hour, I could tell Lisa was growing tired. She kept asking to see the shots and Sam put her off by telling her he had to download them to his computer first. While she was in the bathroom, washing off her makeup and getting dressed, he sat down and uploaded the images. I stood by the chair and asked him what he was up to.

"You'll see," was all he said.

When she came out, she ran to us and demanded to see what he had taken. "I want to make sure I, um, don't show too much," she said.

"Sure," Sam replied. His fingers flew over the keyboards and finally he opened up a photo file. In it were dozens of shots, but I could tell right away none of the revealing shots were among them. She oohed and ahhed over them and giggled when she found a pose she particularly liked.

"So, what do you think?" She asked eagerly. "Can you use any?"

"Yes and no," he said. "These are only worth three hundred."

"What?! You said five hundred! I dyed my hair and everything!"

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