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CHAPTER THREE

The security under which Merrill kept its new golf cart approached that of a secret weapon during wartime, and Scott Nelson was tired of having a security man leaning over his shoulder with every shot he took.

Scott's first request had been to photograph the machine out in the natural sunlight, which would have solved a number of his lighting problems. Larry Halliday had regretfully denied Scott permission to move the cart outside, explaining that the security problem was too much of a risk for them at this stage. The key to the new design was immediately recognizable on the instrument panel of the dash, Larry explained, and Scott had spent the entire morning experimenting with angles that would show the sleek new lines of the golf cart without exposing the dash instrumentation.

After running a series of what he called "trial shots", Scott quit and returned to his apartment house to run them through the tanks in order to see what he had.

The red lights came on for the color tank to indicate that the temperature of the chemicals had reached the required level and Scott began loading the three rolls of film he had shot.

"Hi!"

Scott turned to see fourteen-year-old Kathy Marsh standing in the doorway.

"Hi, Kathy," he returned, finishing the load of the film in the automatic machine.

"What are you doing?" the pretty young blonde asked as she walked into the room.

"An exercise in futility," Scott remarked with a sigh.

"What?" the young girl asked with a perplexed look on her pretty face.

Scott set the controls and turned to explain to Kathy that he had spent the morning photographing a new product from various angles. He told her that he had to be certain a particular part of the new product did not appear in the photographs.

"And that's damned near impossible!" he concluded. "It's like trying to shoot a nude girl with all of her pretty features hidden behind a tree. I know they'll be lousy."

"I don't see how you can tell without seeing them," Kathy remarked.

"In my business, Kathy," Scott said with a smile, "you get a sixth sense about things. You see a beautiful tree and you immediately know that you can't get a decent picture of it because the angle is all wrong. Or I can see a gorgeous girl and right away know that she won't photograph worth a damn."

"How?" the fourteen-year-old girl asked.

"I don't know," the forty-eight-year-old man replied with a chuckle. "It just becomes instinctive, I guess I can see an average looking girl and know instantly that she'll photograph like a million dollars. It's a quality. They call it photogenic. You, Kathy, will photograph like a million. You have that quality."

The buzzer sounded, indicating that the developing cycle was complete and Scott jumped up to flip the automatic print button on the expensive machine.

"Now we'll see what we got," he sighed.

"You see!" Kathy said. "You're not sure they'll all be bad!"

"Honey, I can still believe in miracles," Scott Nelson laughed.

"I'll just bet that you got some swell pictures," Kathy said doggedly.

"Well, we'll see now," Scott returned as he picked up the small prints that began coming out on the tray. They were still damp and he handled them on the edges as he hung them on a small line.

"Look at that crap!" Scott sighed. "Christ, it's even worse than I thought it would be!"

"But… but they look good to me," Kathy said as she brushed against him leaning in to inspect the photographs.

"Crap, Kathy, pure crap!" Scott said, going into detail to explain what was wrong with each photograph. "Of course, I can correct the exposure problems and jazz up the lighting, but that doesn't solve the basic problem."

"I don't understand what the problem is," Kathy remarked. "These pictures show the machine – whatever it is – very nicely."

"Granted," Scott sighed, "but they lack glamour. They have absolutely no sex appeal at all, and that, Kathy, is what advertising is all about and what my client expects from me."

"Why don't you have a naked girl sitting in it, then?" Kathy said with a girlish giggle. "That would give it sex appeal, wouldn't it?"

Scott was about to reply when an idea flashed across his mind.

"A girl! That's it!" he exclaimed excitedly. "Animate the damned thing with action!"

"A naked girl?" Kathy asked a little breathlessly.

"No, not naked, Kathy," Scott laughed. "But you've given me an idea. In fact, you may have solved the whole damned problem for me! I'll use a model, maybe two, and suggest action. Arranged just right, the model's body could cover the instrument panel – particularly if the has a good set – a big bust, I mean. I can angle down so they're covering the dash. You know, Kathy, I think this might just work!" His voice was excited as he explored the possibilities.

"I'm glad," Kathy said, reacting to the way he placed his strong, masculine hand on her arm as he spoke.

"I really think you have solved it for me, Kathy."

"Have you… have you ever photographed… well, I mean, a naked girl?" the young child asked haltingly.

"Of course," Scott replied.

"Many?"

"Plenty," Scott lied in an offhand voice. He had professionally shot three nudes in his brief career, all models.

"Were they pretty?" the young girl asked eagerly.

"So-so," Scott responded.

"As pretty as me?" she demanded in a soft voice as if she dreaded the answer.

"No, Kathy," Scott laughed. "When I said that you're a beautiful girl, I meant it. With some training, you could make a top model."

"Would I be a good nude?" Kathy asked quickly, forcing herself to mouth the words before she lost her courage.

"I think so," Scott replied with a smile. "At least, if your body is as mature as it looks," he added. "Today it's almost impossible to tell how developed a girl is with all the devices they can use under their clothes."

"I… I don't… I don't wear anything under my clothes!" the fourteen-year-old girl blurted out with a blush. "And everybody says I'm a fully developed woman! Would you… would you take pictures of me… nude?"

Scott Nelson felt his balls tighten into knots as he stared at the young girl. Was she serious, he asked himself? Christ, the trouble they could get into if they were caught or if anybody ever found out! Yet the forty-eight-year-old man couldn't remember ever seeing a fourteen-year-old girl naked!

"Well?" she asked.

Scott Nelson hesitated. He knew that he was playing with dynamite! But what harm could come of taking a few shots of her in the nude? His balls ached to see her nubile young body!

"When?" Scott asked with a smile.

"Now," Kathy responded quickly, knowing that she would lose her nerve if they didn't do it right this minute.

"Well, okay," Scott laughed. He walked over and threw the bolt on the door so that nobody could walk in on them unannounced. "Kathy, we must never, never let anybody know about this. I'll take them and develop them and keep them down here. Nobody is to ever, ever find out. It's just between us. Okay?"

"Okay," Kathy agreed quickly.

"You take your clothes off and I'll set up some lights," Scott said.

The bright crimson color of the young girl's cheeks made him smile as he turned away to set up a couple of pan lights. She was so terribly young and innocent.

Fourteen-year-old Kathy Marsh took a deep breath and forced herself to begin taking off her clothes. She was so embarrassed she thought that she would die! Never in her life had she let anybody, man or woman, see her naked! Even her mother hadn't seen her completely naked in years! And here she was brazenly stripping in front of an older man, almost a complete stranger.

At the same time the young girl was strangely excited. Part of it was the naughtiness of what she was doing. That was kind of thrilling. And then there was Scott Nelson. She had been secretly in love with him from the first moment she saw him. She knew that her mother would dismiss it as a adolescent crush, but to Kathy it was more than that. Scott Nelson was in part the father she'd never known.

Kathy's parents had divorced when she was three years old and she'd never seen her father again. He was nothing more than a blurred distant image in her mind now.

She felt her breasts tingle as she pulled her sweater over her head and the sensation seemed to sweep through her young body. Would he like her body? She so desperately wanted him to like her body! She wanted him to see her as a mature woman!

When she tossed her sweater on the chair near the developing machine, Kathy saw Scott staring at her and her breath caught in her young throat! The look in his eyes both scared and excited her. It was an animal-like look that seemed to devour her!

The forty-eight-year-old man felt his balls throb as he stared at the fourteen-year-old girl's chest. She had the bloom of youth that he had read so much about. Her breasts were perfectly formed, like two cones sticking straight out from her chest! Her nipples were bright pink and fully erect, pointing at him daringly as his eyes feasted on her breasts.

Then, while he watched open mouthed, the young girl began pulling her skirt down. He saw her small tummy and then the creamy white flesh above her protruding pubic mound. When her pale blonde pubic mound came into view, Scott could feel his cock straining against his slacks.

Her sparse growth of pubic hair was like a silken tassel between her lovely young legs. The lips of her cunt were plainly visible beneath the golden shafts of wheat, pink and narrow and virginally fresh and enticing.

Kathy was blushing so she wanted to die! The way he was staring at her! His eyes seemed to alternate obscenely between her breasts and her most intimate region between her legs. She trembled as she quickly stepped out of her skirt and stood before the older man stark naked.

"Is… is my body pretty?" she asked in a halting voice as she did a slow turn before him.

"Gorgeous!" Scott muttered. His cock was straining against the fabric of his slacks and threatened to break through when his eyes were filled with the luscious vision of her soft, rounded ass. The cheeks of her buttocks were like two small balloons that stuck out saucily from her back.

"Really?" she demanded, her chest swelling with pride from his obvious admiration.

"Really, Kathy!" Scott said honestly. He couldn't remember seeing a more beautiful female body in his life! She was a sensual dream! "You're one of the sexiest women I've ever seen. Much sexier naked than with your clothes on."

"Do you mean it?" she asked with a tiny, proud giggle. When he called her a woman, the girl's chest almost burst with pride and happiness!

"I mean it," Scott assured her. "Now, let's take some photos of you. Stand over here between the lights."

While she still felt awkward and nervous about being naked in front of the older man, Kathy was gaining confidence by the minute. She walked over and stood between the lights. She moved as he directed her until the lighting was perfect on her naked body.

Scott focused and shot several pictures.

"Turn a little to the left, Kathy," he said. "And push your chest up. Make those lovely tits point upward, honey."

The word sent a tremor running through the young girl's body. She'd heard it at school of course, but never from an adult like this.

"That's it. Now cup your tits in your hands, Kathy so that your nipples pop out. Make it very sexy, like you're playing with yourself and enjoying every minute of it. Lick your lips so they'll shine. That's it!"

When Kathy cupped her breasts in her hands and squeezed them slightly so that her nipples popped out, a strange, exciting feeling coursed thrillingly through her body. She felt so terribly grown up and naughty! How she loved it!

The young girl also saw the bulge in the older man's pants, and that thrilled her!

Scott had her turn around and look back over her shoulder so he could get some shots of her luscious ass. Her long, sculptured legs had just enough baby-fat on them to make them a gourmet's feast!

"Want me to get some shots of your cunt, Kathy?" Scott asked brazenly. At this point he didn't give a damn if he shocked the young girl. He wanted a full set of photos of her incredibly luscious body!

Kathy blushed a bright red when he said that word! Was this the way men and women talked? Some of the girls talked like that at school, but did men and women use these words? She hesitated a moment with her young heart in her throat, then nodded her head.

"Sure," she said in a tiny voice.

"Here," Scott said, pulling the single chair in the room over between the lights. "Sit in the chair and spread your legs wide apart, Kathy."

The young girl's heart was pounding in her temples as she watched the older man kneel down on the floor in front of the chair. She sat down on her sweater and slowly forced herself to spread her legs apart.

That animal look was in his eyes as she saw him stare at the virgin young garden between her legs.

"Spread your thighs, honey," Scott urged, his balls surging as he stared into the child's flowering twat. As her thighs opened, Scott could see the entire cleft of her sex from her cute little asshole up to her small, button-like clitoris. He forced himself to bring his camera to his eye and he shot two pictures of her pussy.

"Now open the lips of your cunt, Kathy, with your fingers."

Kathy's breath caught in her throat and her heart seemed to fall to the pit of her tummy at his suggestion. She wanted to die of embarrassment as her hands seemed to automatically move to her sex.

"That's it!" Scott exclaimed as the tips of her young fingers reached and spread the lips of her sweet, virginal pussy. "I'll get a couple of good close-ups!"

Scott shot two medium close photos and then moved in to hold the camera less than twelve inches from the fourteen-year-old child's cunt. The fresh scent of her sex waft to his quivering nostrils as he took three close shots of her slit.

"Christ, that looks good enough to eat!" he exclaimed.

"Wh… what?" the girl asked nervously.

"I said that your cunt looks good enough to eat," Scott laughed. "I'll bet you love to have the boys lick it for you."

Kathy was so shocked she couldn't speak! She'd heard two of the girls at school bragging about how their dates had eaten them, but she'd never believed a word they said!

"May I kiss it for you?" Scott asked, alarm bells ringing in his conscience as the words escaped from his throat.