The Lads Mag Photo Shoot !

Despite her loyalties, Debbi had to admit that the photographic studios being used by the lads mag, in a swish central London mews, were a step up from Lawrence's establishment. Harry had accompanied her to make sure that his client was not pressurised into doing anything unwise. Debbi had worn a smart business suit, feeling the need to give at least a show of her true identity. "That's great" said the editorial consultant from the magazine. "Our concept is a shoot from sexy exec to bimbo wag !" Debbi groaned but Harry had negotiated such a fabulous fee for the shoot that she realised she would have to compromise. Anyway, she liked taking her clothes off, it was just that in the last few days it had become a little too public ! "Lift up your skirt for us love" the editor continued. Puzzled, Debbi did so. "Hmm" he said, studying her legs. "The outfit's fine but tights are a no-no. We've got a stockings and suspender set, you can change into those in makeup." Debbi agreed.

She relaxed and tried to quieten her mind while the makeup artist did her thing touching up Debbi's own work from earlier in the morning. The girl was friendlier and less intrusive than the one from the TV studio had been. Debbi made her way out to a mocked up office set featuring a desk, office chair and laptop. Tommy the photographer introduced himself. His demeanour was a little more jaded and matter of fact than she was used to with Lawrence but they both began to loosen up as the shoot progressed. Debbi perched on the desk to show her stocking tops; then she sat in the chair with one foot on the desk and a couple of buttons of her blouse undone; then more buttons loosened, the skirt hitched higher. She tried her best to mimic a sultry look, with lips parted and finger to her mouth. "You sure you're not a pro love ?" asked Tommy encouragingly. Debbi blushed.

By now she had taken her blouse and skirt off completely and was draped across the desk in her underwear. She was beginning to relax into the afternoon and even striking poses of her own volition without Tommy having to direct her. "I reckon you've got enough of those Tommy" suggested Oliver, the editorial consultant. " We want to get onto the naked shots but we'll have to wait for the marks from your undies to fade from your skin" he explained to Debbi, who understood. "There's a robe for you in makeup." Debbi retreated momentarily, took off her bra and knickers and slipped on the robe the girl supplied. Oliver offered her a glass of wine while they waited.

Debbi noticed that Harry had been busy on his phone. "Sorry Deb" he turned to her. "Something's come up with another client and I'm going to have to go. I'll leave the driver here with you and take a cab myself. He'll run you home when you're done. Will you be OK here by yourself ?" he asked solicitously. "Sure I'm fine" Debbi replied. "It all seems above board here and remember you don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with" Harry reminded her. Debbi chuckled. " Thanks Harry but I'm a big girl now" she giggled, as Oliver refilled her wine glass !