and cool in there. What do you say?”
“What, right… right
“Yes.”
“Dressed like this?”
“You look incredible dressed like that.”
“Really?”
“Yes, you do. The all-American girl.”
“Wow. Nobody ever called me
“What’s it mean?” he said. “Well, uh, it means you are a… an
“I… I don’t think Mommy would like it.”
He frowned a moment and said, “Mommy?”
“Yeah, my mommy, I’m not sure she’d want me to.”
“Where’s your mommy now?”
“She’s at work.”
“When does she get off?”
“Four-thirty.”
“Then we’ve got plenty of time to do it and be done long before she gets here, and she’ll never know a thing about it.”
“That would be naughty, wouldn’t it?” she said with a sly smirk, her head tilted forward slightly.
Steven Regent chuckled and nodded and said, “Yes, that would be naughty. Is that what you’re looking for? Something naughty to do while you’re mommy’s at work?”
Kendra giggled, then said, “I’ll have to go put Dexter in the trailer. I’ll be right back.”
Regent went into the studio and looked around to make sure there were no offensive pictures out in the open. He did not want to scare her off.
He could not believe it – a retarded teenager who was
He straightened up the bed. He’d already started thinking how he’d work her clothes off.
“Naughty, she says,” he muttered. “If she wants naughty, I’ll give her naughty.” He turned on all the cameras and aimed them at the bed.
This would be more than just another shoot. He had to do everything just right, he couldn’t blow this. He had to have her. He wanted her more than he’d ever wanted any of the other bimbos that marched by in an endless parade. She stood out like a gorilla at the opera. She put all the others to shame.
When he’d first seen her, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Skin like milk around bedroom eyes and lips that promised so much. The swing of her hips, the slight sway of her breasts. He’d never seen anyone quite as beautiful as Kendra. He wanted a lot more than just pictures of her – he wanted
She knocked on the side of his trailer as she stood at his screen door. He pushed the screen door open and let her in.
“You said what I was wearin’ was okay,” she said, “so I didn’t change.”
“No, I don’t
That made her smile. He closed and locked the door, then led her down to the studio.
He went to the desk that faced the wall in a corner and opened a drawer, removed the necessary papers.
“Kendra, I need you to sign your name to some papers.”
“Papers? What kinda papers.” She came over and stood beside him, looked down at the forms.
“Well, this one, for example, says that I can’t take your picture unless you’re eighteen. Now it’s up to you what you want to do, just remember that if you
He handed her a pen, then waited, hoping he’d made the right move.
A cloud passed over the girl’s face – for a second, just an instant, her eyebrows came together as her mouth curled up in a smile, and she looked like a parody of villainy – and then it was gone. Then she signed the paper.
“Very good,” he said. “This next paper gives me permission to post your pictures on my websites.”
“Websites? You never said nothin’ about no websites.”
“Oh, is that a problem?”
“Well, I… I don’t know.”
“I guarantee you, your mother will never see them.”
She thought about it a moment, then signed the paper.
“Why would you want pictures of me on your website?” Kendra asked.
“I’m starting a new website called Trailer Park Girls,” he said. “It’s going to be filled with pictures and videos of beautiful girls who live in trailer parks across the country.”
“Trailer Park Girls, huh?” She got that delightfully mischievous look on her face again. “Is it a naughty website?”
A smile grew on Regent’s face and he said, “Yes, as a matter of fact it is, Kendra. There’s nudity on the site.”
“You mean girls with no clothes on?”
“That’s right.”
She giggled again, then said, “Where do you want me to stand for these pictures?”
“I don’t want you to stand, I want you to stretch out on the bed.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Hm. Okay, if you say so.” She kicked off her flip-flops and threw herself onto the bed like a little girl, giggling as she bounced.
Regent found himself getting an erection simply watching her. She was elemental, like a storm of silent lightning charging the air. She rolled back and forth on the bed, then stopped and stuck both legs into the air, pressed together.
It did not matter what she did, the position in which she held herself. She was always beautiful, always ripe with sexuality. And he was certain she would be just as beautiful at rest.
She said, “How do you want me to pose?” and lowered her legs.
“Just naturally,” he said as he started taking pictures.
“But… but I… “ She didn’t move, just lay there.
“Here’s an idea,” Regent said. “Lie in the center of the bed, open your shirt all the way, and stretch your arms out at your sides, like you’re flying.”
She did as she was told, and Regent said, “Yeah,” as he took some pictures. “Now close the shirt and put your arms down at your sides.” She did that, too, and he took more pictures. “Now just relax and lie there as you would if you were relaxing at home.”
But she could not relax – she remained stiff, almost rigid.
Regent got an idea, but he didn’t know if it would fly with young Kendra.
“You need to relax if we’re going to do this,” he said. “How about some wine?”
Her eyes lit up at the mention of wine.
“No kidding?” she said.
“No kidding. I’ve got some very good white wine chilling in the refrigerator. Want some?”
The corners of her eyes crinkled above a generous smile as she nodded.
He went into the kitchen, took the wine from the refrigerator, and opened it with a corkscrew, poured some into two wineglasses. He returned to the studio, where she sat on the edge of the bed now. He handed her the
