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(MMF, reluc, exh, oral, anal) *** PART 1 It began to go wrong early on Monday morning. She was woken from the pleasant stupor of sleep by someone pounding on the door of the flat. Glancing through half open eyes she saw it was still only a few minutes after six and guessed her boyfriend had forgotten something crucial and had come back in a panic. Only an hour earlier she had drowsily kissed him goodbye before he slipped quietly out of the flat, bound for the airport. He was on his first foreign trip in his new job and was to be away in Paris until the following week. 'He's probably forgot his laptop, or his phone or something important' she murmured to herself as she crossed the small hall to the door vaguely aware that if it wasn't Mark she probably ought to be wearing something more substantial. Since their holiday she had moved in with him and had taken to sleeping in one of his old tee shirts, the neck of which slipped down over her shoulder, exposing one of her pert little breasts in quite a pleasing way she had thought when first she'd worn it and the hem of which just about concealed her smooth pubic mound if she was standing up. As her hand released the Yale lock she made a mental note to get one of those security spy hole things fitted so you could check who's at the door before you open it. Before she could open the door it was pushed back, and a large, suited man, carrying a clip board stepped forcefully into the opening. 'Are you Jenny_______? He demanded in what she thought was a Glaswegian accent. Pulling the neck of the shirt up to conceal the errant nipple, she nodded, shocked into silence by this abrupt intrusion into her cosy morning. 'Johnston and MacLeish Bailiffs and debt collectors'. Jenny accepted the card and papers he handed her, but already understood the nature and reason for this visit. Behind him on the shared landing of the tenement she was aware of at least two other men, not so well dressed, just waiting. Reading the documents confirmed her worst thoughts. These men had come to call in the loan she had taken out to pay for their recent holiday. She had known it was risky to borrow from one of these 'no questions asked' companies and had heard the horror stories but it had only been a few hundred pounds and when she vacated her own flat her deposit would cover the loan. In any case she and Mark were up to the limit on their student and other loans and had no where else to get money from. Even so she had not told Mark about the loan, he was so keen to go on holiday with her and had covered all the other expenses. Unfortunately her landlord deviously but legally found a way of not repaying the deposit and she had been left high and dry. When the first date for repayment came round the debt had risen to five hundred pounds. By leaving her previous address without any forwarding details she sort of hoped they wouldn't find her and maybe they would write her off. Now it was brutally clear how assiduous these companies could be in pursuit of their cash and they were now demanding in excess of a thousand pounds to clear the debt. 'I can't pay at the moment,' Jenny whispered, leaning listlessly against the door to the kitchen. 'I have no money at all,' she opened her hands in helpless gesture forgetting the top which obligingly slid down to display her firm left breast, tanned brown as a fresh bantam egg by the Spanish sun. 'In that case we are legally empowered to detain goods to cover in part or total the value of the debt,' monotoned the bailiff. 'If I were you I'd get some clothes on,' he continued, starring at her breast while motioning his two accomplices into the flat. Stepping past her into the kitchen he began applying stickers to various items. The microwave, the kettle, the fridge. 'They're not our things' wailed Jenny as the two rather unkempt men began to carry out the belongings of the flat on the shared landing floor. When one of them picked up Marks fancy music system she attempted to take it from him. The Bailie grabbed her round the waist with one hand and lifted her with ease off her feet. He held her tight, legs in the air the tee shirt round her waist, her lovely bottom and shaven fanny perfectly on view to his helpers. 'That's not our problem sweetheart, and as I said before I'd get some kit on before my friends here loose interest in your furniture and want to investigate your neat little cunt'. With that he deposited her on the bed, closed the bedroom door on her and continued his inventory of the flats valuables. She didn't normally curse but now she muttered a continuous string of obscenities as a strategy to postpone her tears while she struggled into her jeans and top. How had she let this happen? More to the point, how was she going to get out of this crisis? When she emerged from the bedroom the bailiff's men were carrying the last items of their raid out of the flat to a waiting van. The flat had been stripped of almost every electrical item, including the tele, Mark's computer and the fridge. They hadn't even left the kettle to boil a cup of tea. The Baillie handed her an inventory of the goods he had confiscated and advised her where they were to be taken and that they could be put up for sale, if she was not forthcoming with the full amount of the debt within the next two days. When they were gone Jenny allowed herself a few tears then made a cup of tea with the saucepan on the gas ring. She then read and reread the details of the agreement. It seemed watertight. She would somehow or other have to come up with the money or lose everything and she didn't mean only the goods taken. How would Mark react when he found out how stupid she'd been? He may conclude that she was too much of a liability for a permanent relationship. She began to write a list of anyone she knew who could maybe loan her some short term funds. It was not a long list. After all most of her friends were students or ex students and also had big loans and overdrafts. Then she was down to her parents, and the last thing she wanted to do was present them with another bill after they had funded her through uni. There was no point in talking to the banks. It was because of their refusal to extend her overdraft that she'd gone to the loan shark in the first place. 'At least the rent is paid' she mused. 'Pity they'd had to fork out such a large deposit on the new flat, that would have just about covered this emergency' She conjured up a picture of Mr. Brown their landlord and the owner of the neighbourhood newsagent and everything else shop. He was a bit of a 'sleazeball' she thought, fiftyish, neat little beard, clothes smart but slightly dated. Could have been a theatrical or something in a previous life perhaps. Whenever she went in the shop he was friendly but just a little too solicitous. Once or twice he had brushed up against her in the shop, not quite accidentally she had suspected and something about him made her uncomfortable. 'Even so' maybe there was a chance he would refund her the deposit money temporarily while she worked out a long term solution to her predicament. The more she thought about it, the more it seemed like a good idea. After all he did have the money. Many of the goods taken belonged to the flat, obviously she would be liable for their replacement at much greater cost but this may influence him, and he would not want to be looking for a new tenant quite so quickly. She resolved to give it a go. Deciding that her interview with Mr. Brown would have more of a formal status than the usual encounters in the shop she decided to wear the little business suit she had purchased for interviews and the like, then telephoned to see if he could see her. He agreed to see her at 11 o'clock at the shop. More to calm her nerves than anything she took a shower and took time doing her make up. Not that she wore much but it gave her time to think through the argument she was going to put to her Landlord. Pulling on the little navy pencil skirt over the skimpiest of knickers she began to laugh remembering how the Bailie had exposed her 'all' to his henchmen that morning. Normally she would have been embarrassed at such a thing, but it had happened so quickly she had almost forgotten it. Mark was always daring her to 'flash' guys, now she had done it without the intention. On top she wore a cream camisole under her jacket. Not much point in wearing a bra, her breasts were the sort that Bikinis just sat on rather than doing any holding up. Strappy sandals with a dinky heel completed the outfit and although she thought it herself, she looked pretty good. Her brown legs and skin perfectly complimenting her blonde hair. 'He won't turn me down today' she said to herself confidently as she let herself out of the ransacked flat. It was but a short step to Brown's shop and she stepped it out confidently, the rent agreement in the document bag over her shoulder. The July sunshine had already warmed the pavements and she could feel the heat on her legs. A few complimentary glances from both men and women on the street confirmed her intuition that she had got the look just right. Like many Scottish shops Brown's convenience store had no window onto the street and had an austere atmosphere. After the bright sunlight the shop seemed a little gloomy, but was certainly cooler than the street. Jenny asked the girl on the till for Mr. Brown and was directed to an office at the extreme end of the shop. Her knock elicited an instruction from within to 'come in. She pushed open the door and stepped into the room. Mr. Brown sat at his desk which faced the opposite wall of the room. He pushed his chair back and turned to greet Jenny as she entered motioning her to a chair alongside the desk. He had unknown to her been savouring the prospect of the meeting since her phone call. A few times he had tried without success to engage her in conversation on her visits to the shop. He loved the way the waistband of her jeans or skirt sat on her pelvic bones and left just the hint of a gap between it and her belly. How he would love to slip his fingers into that gap, how tempting the downy blonde hair just above the waistband. He sometimes imagined he could see down that gap and glimpse the delicate pubic hair below, but he only imagined. She had only been a tenant of his a couple of months and he assumed she wanted to complain about the flat. Normally he would have been unavailable for such a discussion but the opportunity of having her nubile body in close proximity, overcame his normal defensive strategy where tenants are concerned. As she lowered herself into the chair facing him he knew he had made the right decision. She had obviously been abroad, her skin was smooth and tanned and her suit skirt showed enough of her legs to attract his interest. 'Right now, Miss Jenny, how can I help you?' Jenny began by apologising for taking up his time, but aware of the focus of his eyes on the hem of her skirt judged her presence was no hardship to him. She explained the events of the day and the preceding circumstances before coming to the crunch question of the deposit money. During her discourse Mr. Brown stopped her and fetched some iced water and to his delight she took off the little jacket before continuing. The light camisole baring the lovely upper bosom clung to her firm breasts betraying their perfect shape. Now he was spoiled for choice as to where to fasten his gaze. Having listened to her story and proposal Mr. Brown sat quietly for some minutes. He was unsure how to use this situation to his maximum advantage. The girl was clearly desperate, but she might need drawing in a little further before she would embrace the proposal he was toying with. Slowly he began. There would be no problem in letting her have the money, but after all he was in business, the deposit was security against bad tenants, hadn't she lost much of his equipment? The deposit was invested, he would lose interest etc. How long would she take to replace the deposit? All these arguments deflated Jenny and she had no answers, Any job she got would have to be on top of her day job and it would take months to raise the deposit even if they had no other expenses. Reaching into a drawer Mr. Brown pulled out a folder and passed it to her. 'You're a good looking girl, and I could find work for you if you were interested and have a modern outlook. I used to be a photographer in my youth, and I was good' he pointed to the folder, 'see for yourself'. 'But there's no money in quality pictures'. Jenny opened the first page to be confronted by a black and white study of a female nude. It was not by contemporary standards explicit, and she thought of the pictures Mark had taken of her with all her bits on display and sucking his cock. This photo made the girl look beautiful not dirty. There were many more photos some of the same girl but all were dramatic, sexy and interesting. Mr. Brown continued 'I'll lend you the £1200 quid no interest, until you can pay it back, lets say over six months, on condition you model for me once a week instead of interest until the money's paid back.' Jenny said nothing, but continued leafing through the folder but not really focusing on the pictures. 'As I said if you wanted I could put you in touch with some snappers who want something more full on if you understand me, but they would pay much, much more'. He sat back in his chair waiting a reaction almost feeling sorry for her but nervously hoping she would feel compelled to accept the proposition, sure that once she taken that huge step, her progress to satisfying his more lurid fantasies would be easy. She couldn't look up at him, but after some minutes began to whisper. 'Your pictures, would they be like the ones you've shown me?' In her head she wrestled with all kinds of thoughts, She had sometimes flashed guys when Mark had dared her that was one thing, well now she was considering giving the full-monty to some creep older than her dad. She wondered if Mark would be quite as turned on by the reality? Brown could have cheered out loud, but contained himself. 'Of course my interest is in the erotic and classic female nude, I've no time for tacky stuff' he assured her. There followed a short discussion during which Jenny found herself agreeing to a first photo session there and then, prior to Mr. Brown accompanying her to the warehouse where her stuff had been taken. He telephoned the Bailiffs and confirmed he would be taking the cash and managed to prevent them from unloading the stuff from their van. After speaking to the girl on the till, the shopkeeper ushered Jenny up to a studio above the shop, following her up the stairs, to make sure she didn't have a sudden change of mind but the opportunity to look up her skirt was also too tempting to miss. Once in the studio the shopkeeper played it carefully. He had photographed hundreds of women before, many of whom were first timers and nervous and he knew that if you could get them relaxed and enjoying being in front of the camera you could get some good pictures and sometimes a lot more. Mr. Brown made Jenny a cup of coffee and produced some sandwiches from somewhere. She sat munching away, now and then looking warily at Brown while he sorted out cameras and fiddled with some lighting. When he thought she had finished, he suggested they made a start and directed her to a chair near the window. To her surprise he asked that she sat in the chair with her suit on. She posed reminiscent she thought of a Jack Vetriano painting she had seen. while he clicked away. He used three cameras, including a digital. Pausing, he called her to a desk at the other end of the room, plugged in the digital, and showed her the pictures he had already taken. She looked pretty good and felt pleased with herself. Returning to the chair she asked him how he wanted her to pose. When he asked her to take off the camisole and replace her jacket she did so without concern, though she turned her back on him until she replaced her jacket. He told her to choose her own poses then made suggestions' to improve the look' he said. Occasionally he would adjust the gape of the jacket or the drape of the skirt and she quickly became comfortable with the brush of his hand and the nearness of his body as he knelt over her to get a close-up. He showed her some of the latest pictures. She did look special, and sexy she thought. On some of the shots her breasts and nipples were clearly displayed but she now felt 'ok', they were good pictures and Brown was clearly an expert interested in his art. Brown was hoping to get some intimate shots of Jenny before they went to the bailiffs and thought she was probably ready. After all she was clearly pleased with the pictures so far. Clearing his throat he nervously questioned whether she would like to do some 'classic nude' poses now. Jenny hesitated but thought 'Well I've already said I would and it's been very professional so far, why not?' She took off the jacket and began to unbutton her skirt. The photographer affected to avert his eyes while she undressed but missed nothing noting how firm her breasts were on her tiny frame. In particular he almost dribbled as she slipped out of the tiny thong to expose her hairless fanny. He could feel his cock thicken in his trousers as the girl self consciously stepped back under the lights not quite knowing what to do with her hands. Brown motioned her into the chair again and began to snap away. She was nervous he could tell, her nipples were prominent and she had goosebumps even though it was quite warm. He complimented her as he worked, on her appearance on the pose and she began to relax again and readily co-operate with his requests. For his part the shopkeeper's heart was pounding. She did not protest when he adjusted the position of her leg or arm, accepting his attention as the normal lot of a model and when she let him lift her breast to expose a nipple for a particular shot, he could feel his cock leaking pre-cum into his pants. Getting Jenny on all fours he took shots of her face in shadow and her breasts hanging full and heavy. Crouching behind her he snapped her beautiful pert arse. Then he asked her to push out her behind so he could clearly see her vagina. He called it that too, to reassure her he was still the professional disinterested photographer he purported to be. She complied without demur. Her cunt was framed perfectly by her firm thighs and buttocks as Brown caught his breath. Jenny knelt there and recalled the last time she had taken this position was for Mark to fuck her the previous evening, and she ruefully noted that Brown was the fourth stranger have a good look at her hitherto most private place that day. Pushing his luck Mr. Brown suggested that the folds of her vagina were uneven and could she put this right. To his amazement she slipped her fingers through her slit and asked him if it now looked ok. Taking a couple of shots Brown paused and said 'Its not quite right, can I see to it?' Holding her pose, she took in a long breath. already he had touched her in a variety of ways and yet he genuinely seemed only concerned with the perfection of the pose. She acceded 'that's ok' but he was aware of her tensing up, awaiting his touch. Shakily Brown moistened the fingers of his right hand and brought them near to Jenny's cunt. The cock in his trousers was harder than it had been for years, and he sensed the heat from her behind on his hand. His hand made contact and he saw all her body contract, his digit finger slipping into the moist fold of her cunt. She remained otherwise still. Drawing his fingers up towards her anus he opened up her vaginal lips. 'Open your legs a little more' he almost failed to get the words out. Again she complied. Her cunt was inviting but Brown confined himself to delicately spreading and opening her up, this time only for the camera. 'Incredible' thought Jenny who had never let anyone, unless you count a doctor, other than serious boyfriends, touch her there, 'it's not really so bad'. Brown resumed his snapping, then, declared it was time they dealt with the Bailiff. As she dressed the shopkeeper chatted away to her, watching her every move while pretending to look elsewhere. 'What a lovely body she had. Later on' he thought 'that cheeky mouth is going to be slurping on my dick or I'm not Robbie Brown'. Jenny knew he was watching her and had decided that there was little point in being coy in front of a man who has just removed his fingers from your cunt. However she was a little distracted and unsettled. Her expectation was that she would have felt dirty and ashamed, yet in fact if she was truthful she had enjoyed posing. There was something else too which she was reluctant to admit to herself. She had been turned on and was a little annoyed that Brown could maintain such detachment, even when he had invaded her cunt with his fingers. Not that she would have entertained shagging him but she would have liked him to have tried it on just to rebuff him. They arrived at the industrial unit via a taxi curtsey of Mr. Brown. The proceedings were brief and to the point. Jenny and her landlord checked the goods against the itinerary and the cash was handed over. The Ballie was clearly known to 'Robbie' and out of Jenny's earshot expressed the view to Brown that he hoped he was getting his leg over in return for the favour. Robbie said that was his intention and that for a consideration he would see the Ballie had the same opportunity. The men laughed and shook on it. Later on Jenny was making a coffee for Mr. Brown at her flat. The detained goods had been returned by the same two men who had removed them. Jenny was this time wearing her suit but was still grateful for the presence of the shopkeeper when she remembered how her nether regions had been gloriously displayed to the bailiff's men earlier that morning. He turned the conversation to how she was going to repay his loan, reminding her that he now had no security on the flat and that the sessions such as the one earlier she had agreed would only cover his loss of interest. 'What about the other sort of work you mentioned?' Jenny asked. 'Well,' cautioned Mr. Brown, 'I can get that for you but it involves some explicit pictures and almost certainly having sex with others for pictures or video, but it pays well, perhaps £100 a session minimum. Do you have any sexy lingerie?' 'Not much' said Jenny' Why?' 'I thought if you fancied it, I could maybe shoot a few pictures of the sort that may appeal to that market and use them to get you some offers of work, then if you don't like the look of it you can always turn it down.' Jenny asked when he could take the pictures and not surprisingly Brown suggested that he had nothing planned after about 6-30 that evening. They agreed to meet at the studio, and then sorted through her underwear drawer at Jenny's request to find some appropriate outfits. The shopkeeper left, giving her instructions on the door step to buy some black seamed stockings and a suspender belt before she came. As she took a bath Jenny reflected on the day so far. She had averted disaster and Mr. Brown though she still remembered she'd had him down as creepy had actually been her saviour. Posing for the photo's had been fun and she calculated that she could clear her debt completely and maybe have a bit over with about a dozen photo sessions over and above those promised to her landlord. She would obviously have to be a bit choosy about what she would do but she thought she could rely on her landlord to give her advice. Freshened up and confident she arrived at the shop bang on time and was directed to the upstairs studio by a different pasty faced girl on the till who gave her a quizzical look. 'She probably has completely the wrong idea about what goes on' thought Jenny in a superior woman of the world way as she entered the studio. Mr. Brown ushered Jenny in, praising her appearance, and helping lay out the selection of outfits they had decided upon. He suggested a little black basque stockings and a tiny black thong to begin with combined with the highest black sandals she possessed. While she changed into the clothes he emphasised to Jenny the difference between this sort of modelling and what she had done that afternoon. 'This is all about projecting sex in an extremely obvious way. You have to look as though you are desperate to be fucked, not made love to and that you are not too bothered whose cock it is, do you think you can do that?' He watched her smoothing the tiny triangle of material over her pubic mound, her breasts offered to his eyes sitting as though on a shelf on the half cups of the basque. Surprised by the crudeness of his language she hesitated. She pulled up the stockings and replied 'Well I can try can't I? Are these seams straight?' she turned her back on him. Bending down behind her his nose almost between her buttocks, he scented the sweet aroma of her crutch as he gently adjusted the stockings and knew he was on a winner. The lights were all set up and they set to work immediately. Jenny struck up a number of typical poses Brown had shown her from a couple of magazines. The photographer rattled out his instructions 'Push out your breasts, stick out your bum' etc and she responded. Every now and then he would reach out and manhandle her into the exact position he wanted. Pulling out her nipples over the bra, dragging the thong deep into her cunt so it disappeared. In a different outfit she lay on the floor as Brown straddled her, then she was on her knees as he pushed her knickers into her vagina for another shot. Finally he got her in the chair with her legs spread wide over the arms. Her knickers were pulled to one side and her breasts, nipples engorged by some serious tweaking from the shopkeeper, spilling over the loosened bra. Jenny did look and feel flushed. 'Now frig yourself off' he demanded, 'Go on make yourself come for the camera' Not looking at him, she began to stroke her clit as she had done for her boyfriend many times before. Brown kept snapping as her eyes closed and she began to breath heavily. It was a few seconds before she realised the clicking of the camera had ceased 'Don't stop' instructed Browns voice. She thought 'I can't' Then suddenly his mouth was on her cunt lapping like a terrier, his tongue pushing deep into her. As he gorged on her vagina, his thumb fastened on her clit and resumed the gentle teasing she had stopped. She had reached down to push him away but instead pulled his head into her groin. In a couple of minutes she began to convulse in orgasm. The shopkeeper slurped on her sopping cunt until her shuddering had ceased, then without a word manouvred Jenny onto her knees in front of him. Just as earlier that afternoon, she remained still. He stood up and threw off his clothes before getting down behind her and shoving his sixty year old cock into her. 'Fucking hell' he thought, 'this feels good' as he began to hump against her lovely bottom, reaching under her to squeeze her nipples and massage her clit. The long anticipation of this though brought him to a rapid conclusion and he shot his hot stuff into her. He slumped over her back as his cock softened and slipped out of her, dribbling spunk down the back of her thigh. Jenny knelt motionless, in a state of confusion. She had not intended this to happen yet she had let Brown tongue her to a climax and then let him fuck her. Although she should be appalled she was in fact uncertain about how she felt and what would develop from here. While these thoughts turned in her mind she was aware he was snapping again, capturing she imagined, the rivulets of their mixed fluids she felt trickling down her thighs. She heard him cross the room and return but didn't want to turn round. 'I am sorry I took advantage, its never happened before' Lied her landlord. 'You just looked so sexy and beautiful, I just lost control. If you don't want to carry on lassie, I understand.' Jenny turned to sit in the chair facing him. 'Thank god he's put his pants back on' she thought to herself, noting the shopkeepers pale wiry body and skinny legs. 'I suppose I can't complain' responded Jenny, 'I could have stopped you if I had really wanted to, but I was carried away too, and once I'd come, what happened after didn't seem to matter much. 'Problem is,' said Mr. Brown, 'I think I'll find it difficult not to get carried away again, if you understand me? You are extremely beautiful and very erotic. But I thought, if I paid you extra for the sessions where I get 'carried away' it may be less of a problem for you.' Jenny sat biting her lip, if she accepted she realised she was agreeing to have sex with the landlord probably whenever he fancied it. On the other hand she did need to get a large amount of cash together quickly. 'How much were you thinking of?' she heard herself asking. 'Oh maybe a hundred towards your deposit each time,' responded Brown confident that he could knock the price down once she was committed to his proposal. 'Does that go for tonight's session too?' Jenny haggled. 'Ai, I think we can agree to that,' intoned the relieved and delighted shopkeeper. 'Now shall we finish off with a few shots in just your stockings and heels?' She stepped out of her knickers and discarded the bra, and took up a stance, legs planted firmly apart hands on her buttocks breasts forward and almost mockingly pouted, 'How do you want me?' 'Like that will do just fine lassie' Brown muttered, kneeling before her and rattling off a few shots. Pulling up two chairs he got her to stand a leg on each, while he lay below. Then motioning her to squat, without asking he probed her vagina arranging the folds. She guessed to expose her more, but she didn't complain. Looking down between shots jenny could see his prick had recovered and was straining against his underpants. Helping her down he waltzed round her as she posed legs splayed, tweaking her nipples to keep them aroused and slipping his fingers into her. On more than one occasion, his cock sheathed in his briefs brushed heavy on her face. 'That's it for tonight' said Brown, 'except that is for the 'money' shot'. Jenny was about to ask what that was but was confronted by her landlords dick, fully erect and oozing pre-cum. It was not huge, as Jenny had guessed from the fuck and it seemed faintly ridiculous waving inches from her face, his hairy bollocks supported by his pants which he had just pushed down. She knew she was expected to suck him off, so she decided to get on with it. Grasping his tool with one hand she steadied herself with the other on his skinny arse. Lowering her mouth over his knob she began to suck the prick up and down. The landlords groin began to thrust in time to her rhythm as he took over, fucking her pretty face. If he hadn't been quite so agitated he would have congratulated himself on a great days work but now he shouted at Jenny 'stick your fingers up my arse' and thrust her hand in that direction. She did as she was told pushing at his sphincter gently. 'Shove harder!' he gasped and as she did so began to pump his jism into her mouth. 'Don't swallow hold it in your mouth,' he instructed. 'Now show me!' As she released his softening member and opened her mouth, sperm dribbled out down her chin and onto her breasts. She noticed then a camera automatically clicking away which must have caught all her last performance. Jenny cleaned up and dressed making sure to wash her left hand very thoroughly, then asked for a receipt for £100 deposit on the flat. Mr. Brown obliged, wished her a very good night and said he would call her the next day. Later that evening Mark phoned from Paris. They exchanged a bit of everyday chit chat about his work what was Paris like etc. Then Mark wanted to talk a bit fruity and Jenny thought this may be the chance to test his reaction to today's extraordinary developments. She told him that she had seen the Landlord in the shop. Mark knew all about his 'creepiness' from Jenny's previous reports. 'he's a photographer' said Jenny 'and he has offered me some modelling work.' 'What sort of photographer?' asked Mark. 'Classic nudes and erotic studies I think,' Laughed Jenny. 'I told him I'd have to ask my boyfriend.' This was a gift to Mark whose sexual imaginings were dominated by the idea of Jenny falling inadvertently into depravity. In as round about way as possible, he let her know he thought it would be a good idea, maybe a liberating experience, to pose for the Landlord and after all you couldn't blame him for spotting what an absolutely stunning model she would make. Jenny let it rest at that for the moment, it was reassuring to know that Mark wasn't about to kick her out if he found out she had posed for the landlord. She drifted of to sleep debating with herself the implications having agreed to have sex with the landlord in return for enhanced payments for the photo shoots. She convinced herself that it wasn't prostitution, after all she did owe the Landlord a big favour over and above the value of the loan and really the cash was mainly for the pictures. Unknown to her, Mark had the landlords telephone number and e-mail from their tenancy negotiations and was determined to have a chat with him in the morning not to warn off the shopkeeper as she may have imagined but to reassure him that should he be able to persuade Jenny to pose, the more extreme and sordid the better as far as he was concerned. To be continued... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. 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