Chapter 1

Shannon Bradley was raking the yard, looking delicious in a tight pair of white shorts that cut high on her marvelous ass to leave two juicy curves of her buns rippling in full view.

The bright-red T-shirt wrapped her bodice like a candy slicker and pulled in almost lewdly on her full, round tits.

Shannon packed a fine 36C-24-36 onto a five-foot-three-inch frame beautifully and sexily. She was one stunning eighteen-year-old.

Her darling, pretty heart-shaped face was framed by long sandy hair. Her green eyes sparkled like lake water in the sun, and her sweet little lips always seemed to be in a pouting pucker.

Shannon knew Mr. Martin was gawking at her from his yard next door. He stood watering in a pair of blue shorts, his eyes glazing over Shannon's bold loveliness. Shannon didn't mind. Mr. Martin had been looking hotly at her for four years. She rather liked his lewd, gaping stares at her fine body.

Shannon lived alone with her mother, Anne. Her father had left them three years before — just disappeared, left Anne holding the bag for house payments and huge debts that he had racked up.

Anne had gone back to work as a secretary to try and make ends meet, not exactly what she had planned for her life at forty-seven. But she had to do what she had to do.

Shannon went to Hastings High School down the block and worked babysitting jobs in the evening whenever she could get the work. She had just started babysitting, preferring the easy, quiet work compared to her previous jobs at several fast-food outlets.

Anne sometimes didn't know how they would make it. She had barely made a dent in the debts her husband had left her, and Shannon used her earnings to support herself, buy clothes for school, books and supplies.

So, life wasn't easy for the two ladies.

Mr. Martin, on the other hand, was a bachelor in his late forties. He had been a stockbroker and made quite a bit of money before he had quit to play the market full-time on his own. So, most days he was in his office in his nice, sprawling house, on the phone, making moves in the stock market. When he wasn't doing that, he puttered around the yard, hoping for a glimpse of the lovely girl next door ... sweet, pretty, sexy Shannon.

Shannon looked up and saw him staring. She turned around, bent over her rake and let him have a good look at her round, firm ass.

Anne kept a tight rein on Shannon, and Mr. Martin knew it. He had thought of different ways to approach her, but had always discarded them, frightened off because she was too young. But now that she had turned eighteen, things were different.

He didn't know exactly how to go about making a move on her, but Shannon was aware that he liked her, and she thought maybe someday he might say something other than hello to her.

He moved closer to the fence that separated them.

"Hi, Shannon," he said.

"Oh, hello, Mr. Martin. How are you today?"

"Fine."

"You sure look nice today," he said.

"Oh, really? Gee, just my old shorts and T-shirt," Shannon said, smiling cutely.

Silence for a moment.

Then Mr. Martin said: "I was wondering, Shannon, if you'd pose for some pictures for me."

"Huh, Mr. Martin?"

"Pose for some sexy pictures for me."

"Gee ... ah, why, sir?"

"I think it would be fun, and I ... ah, well, exciting, too."

"No, I better not do somethin' like that, Mr. Martin."

"I'll pay you real well."

"Pay me?"

"Sure. How's a hundred dollars?"

"Wow! Huh?"

"What about it? Wanna?"

"Gee, I'd have to ask my mom, Mr. Martin."

His heart sank. "Would you really have to?"

"Sure, I mean I ... "

"Well, I'll pay her too, if she'll let you pose for me."

Mr. Martin's heart was pounding. His cock thumped in his shorts. He was also frightened about Anne's possible reaction.

"I'll ask her when she comes home this evening," Shannon said.

"Okay, let me know, will you?"

That evening, Shannon sat across the dinner table from her mom.

"Mr. Martin next door wants to take pictures of me, Mom."

"What?" said her pretty mother, who for her age had kept trim and still looked good, with pendulous tits and a thin waist.

"Sexy pictures."

"Well, the nerve of that man!" Anne snapped.

"He said he'd pay both of us if we'd let him take some pictures."

"Pay?"

"Yes ... he said he'd pay a hundred, I guess to both of us."

"Absolutely not. What kind of pictures?"

"He said sexy ones."

"What's he want with pictures of you, Shannon?"

"I dunno, Mom."

"Well, no way. I'll have a few words with him, too."

"Why not, Mom? We could use the money. It's a lot of money. And what could some sexy pictures hurt?"

"It's just the idea of it."

"But the money, Mom."

"Well, a hundred dollars is attractive. He did say he'd pay that much?"

"Yes."

"And you wouldn't mind doing some pictures for him?" Anne asked.

"Naw, it might be fun and stuff."

"Mmmm, well, let me think about it for a. while, okay?"

"Sure, Mom, but that's a lot of money to turn down. I'd have to do a lot of babysitting for that kind of cash."

"Well, perhaps. I mean, I'd have to find out what he has on his mind."

"Why don't you call him," Shannon suggested.

Anne dialed Mr. Martin on the phone. "My daughter has informed me of your interest in some pictures of her?"

"Yes," Dave said nervously.

"This is a very unusual request."

"Well, ah ... Shannon's a very beautiful young lady."

"I know that," she said.

"She seems interested."

"What kind of pictures?"

"Well, Mrs. Bradley, I had in mind some sexy lingerie poses, some skirt and sweater, that kind of thing."

"And you're going to pay?"

"Yes."

"A hundred dollars for these photos?"

"Yes."

"And they won't be too lewd or anything?"

"I'll leave most of it up to Shannon."

"Well," Anne said, "perhaps we can do it. Tomorrow, after I get home from work?"

"That would be terrific!"

"Okay, come over then," Anne said.

"Could I have Shannon's measurements? I'd like to purchase some clothes for her."

"She's thirty-six C, twenty-four, thirty-six," Mrs. Bradley said.

After Anne hung up, Shannon went to her room. She was excited by the offer, by the money. Now maybe she could go to college in the fall, if she could up the price for future photo sessions.

She wanted to make something of herself in life, but time and lack of money had been standing in her way for so long now. She was determined to be a good and willing model for Mr. Martin.