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Old 11-14-2014, 12:17 PM   #1
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The Photographer's Niece (closed for Alice2015)

Bob puttered around the studio, picking up some equipment that hadn't been put away from the last shoot. He had new talent coming in tonight, and he wanted to be ready.

Jocko (what a stupid name!) called him this afternoon at his day job to say he'd given Bob's card to a new girl at the club, one he thought would be dynamite for the camera. Bob had his reservations; Jocko tended to pick girls that were heavily tattooed or had half their head shaved or looked like they'd been working out with Arnold Schwarzenegger, because that's what Jocko found sexy. Unfortunately, the people he sold his work to didn't care for that look; "not mainstream enough". Still, every now and then he picked a good one, and so Bob held his judgment in reserve until he saw her.

Bob had been doing this for a few years now, and the money was good but not great. Still, he needed the extra income--a professional photographer was hard-pressed in this day and age, where ever phone was a camera and everybody thought they were Ansel Adams. "Selfies" ruled the world, and he didn't make enough as a wedding/portrait/children's photographer in his day job to make ends meet. He'd jumped at the chance to shoot "soft core" porn a few years ago--hell, what man in his right mind wouldn't leap to be able to take pictures of sexy women in semi-nude or nude status and get paid to do it instead of being jailed as a pervert?

But the bloom had faded off the rose. OH, sure the money was good if you had the right talent, but finding the right talent was the key. He was still astonished sometimes at the women who came through his door...mediocre, at best. And they all thought there was Big Money to be made in porn, soft- or hard-core. Trouble was, the competition was fierce, and cutthroat; stripping in a club (where most of his talent came from), you were only competing with other girls there. In porn, you were competing against the entire fucking internet, and what they used to say about gunfighters held true: There was always someone prettier and younger with bigger boobs out there, waiting for you to stumble...

He checked his watch--he was old enough to still wear a watch instead of using his cell-phone--and saw it was almost time for his latest to arrive. He hoped she was good; his scheduled appointment for tonight had backed out at the last minute, and he needed the money.
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Old 11-14-2014, 01:21 PM   #2
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Jocko handed out the business card. "He'll be expecting you."

"Is this the best thing?" Cherry asked. "I'll be losing a couple'a'hundred in tips, taking a night off."

"Trust me, Sunshine," he promised, using the stripper's stage name. "Even if all we get out of this is some stills of you flashing that bod', it's still good money. And if Bob thinks you're good for something more..."

Something more, Cherry knew, meant masturbating for online porn sites, either recorded or streaming live. She still wasn't sure whether she was ready for that yet. She had family with computers and high speed internet.

But Jocko assured her that her family would never see her internet work. "Tens of thousands of sites, hundreds of thousands of videos. What're the odds poppa's going sneak away to his computer for some beating off inspiration after momma tells him 'I got a head ache' and come across you?"

Seemed logical to Cherry, plus she really needed the money Jocko promised her she could make doing more than stripping in a local club. She took the card, saying firmly, "One visit, but if I don't feel it..."

"You will," Jocko promised with a smirk. "I promise."



Cherry dressed relatively conservative for the visit, considering she took her clothes off for a living. And it was a good living, having supplemented her financial aid and gotten her through her BA and into her Master's thus far. But she had great plans after graduation, plans that would require an initial investment of six figures. Stripping wouldn't earn Cherry that kind of green.

So, she stopped at the studio's back door, drew and released a relaxing breath, then entered with a feigned air of confidence...

...which immediately mutated to a real sense of panic when she saw the man who was waiting for to take dirty pictures of her.

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Bob heard the door open behind him, and called over his shoulder without looking. "Be with you in a minute." He finished putting the covers on the light meter he'd been putting away--he had two, and the other one would work fine for a first-time gig. Finally when the meter was properly stashed and on the shelf with the other equipment, he turned to see what the new girl looked like.

And stopped dead in his tracks, mouth half-open to say...well, whatever it had been it had flown his mind completely. They stood staring at each other until the silence had stretched to an unbearable length, when at last his almost-numb brain screamed Say something!!

But when his mouth opened, "Cherry?" was all he was able to choke out.
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(OOC: I can change the relationship below is you want it paternal not maternal.)

"Uncle Bob...?"

Cherry didn't believe this. It wasn't that she couldn't believe this, because there simply wasn't anything to believe. Her mother's brother -- her uncle! -- didn't take dirty picture of girls. Okay, young women. That just wasn't possible. It was such an impossibility that when Jocko had referred to the photographer as Bob, Cherry hadn't even considered the possibility that Jocko's Bob could be her Bob. Never even dawned on Cherry to consider it!

Of course, there was the other side of the coin, too. Bob had been expecting a stripper who was interested in nude stills, maybe some nude video, even some masturbation for the online crowd. Instead, she'd walked through the door.

Maybe she could get out of this still. She feigned a happy smile and -- throwing her arms out for a hug -- moved forward, saying, "Uncle Bill! Long time. Daddy said you worked here and I thought I'd stop in and say hi."

Of course, that wasn't true at all. Cherry didn't even know whether this was Bob's studio at all. Her only hope was that the impossibility of this happening would confuse the man enough for her to save face for both of them.

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Bob let the young woman enfold him in a bear hug, which he automatically returned. "Hi, Cherry Tart," he said, falling back on his childhood nickname for her; when she was little, she'd loved having him recite the rhyme "The Queen of Hearts", who made some tarts all on a summer's day. Once she had asked him, "What kind of tarts?" and he had answered, "Why cherry tarts, of course." And then he'd had to explain the pun on her name, and she'd been "cherry tart" ever since.

But immediately after it left his lips he kicked himself, mentally. Hard. The irony in that name in these circumstances was almost too much to handle.

She had obviously recovered somewhat quicker than he had, but he was old enough that things didn't throw him quite like they had when he was younger. He was rapidly putting two and two together in his mind, and reaching what he was certain was the correct sum. Well, he thought, what's so strange, really? Every woman who comes through that door is somebody's daughter, and most likely somebody niece--why should I be exempt? Still, he had some trouble wrapping his head around the idea.

"Cherry," he said into her hair, pushing her away a little but keeping his arms around her. "You father doesn't know I'm here. And I think I know why you're here. You got my address from Jocko, didn't you? Because he called earlier and said a new girl was coming, and this is the appointed time."
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(OOC: Let's go ahead and switch it to Cherry. I'm kind of anal about things like that.)

Cherry's fair skinned face flushed red, and she pulled back away from Bob, feeling suddenly awkward. She was going to try to argue her way out of this, but she knew it was hopeless.

Instead, she said with a desperately pleading tone, "You can't tell my folks, Bob! Please!"

She could feel her eyes glazing over as she continued, "Daddy would kill me if he knew what I was doing. Then, mom would throw my dead body out on the street for Tuesday morning pickup. You have to promise!"
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(OOC: Not much for poetic license, eh? Okay, we'll change it...but I still don't see why.)

Bob looked surprised at her outburst. Was that what she was worried about? "Of course not, Cherry. I wouldn't dream of it. This place is like Vegas: What happens here, stays here. Hell, if I told them about you," he continued, "I'd have to tell them about me, and what my 'second job' is, and your mother would disown me and never speak to me again. So I don't think it would be in either of our interests to say anything, would it?"

He gathered her back into another hug. "Don't worry, baby; your secret is safe with me...as long as my secret is safe with you."
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Cherry laughed, the relief conspicuously evident. She hugged Bob tightly, then pulled back and wiped away the tears that had begun down her face. She laughed again, then looked about herself at all of the camera equipment.

She backed away a step, picking up her purse where she'd dropped it on the floor, and said with a matter of fact tone, "Well ... I ... I guess I'll see you at the house Sunday ... mom's roast beef, yum yum."

It was obvious that her photo session was a bust. After all, she couldn't very well be stripping in front of her uncle, could she?
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"Wait," he said, surprised. "Where are you going? We have a shoot, remember?"

On the one hand he wanted to say, Yeah, sure; see you Sunday. and let her walk away. It would relieve a lot of awkwardness, and avoid a situation that would change their relationship forever, if it hadn't already just by both of them being where they were for the purpose they were there.

On the other hand, he had bills coming up, and needed the money. And she was certainly...cute. His mind shied away from the word "hot". Yes, she was certainly cute--objectively speaking, of course--and she would sell well and easily. The "girl next door" look was always in high demand in the sex world.

When she stood, undecided, he sighed. "Look, we both know this is weird, and it will get weirder the longer we stay here. But you have bills to pay, I'm assuming, or you wouldn't be here; very few women I shoot do it just for the love of it. And I have bills to pay, too, and you'd help with that. A lot. So put your bag down, come over here, and let's just do this."
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"Wait," he said, surprised. "Where are you going? We have a shoot, remember?"
Cherry just stared at her uncle, unsure of what to say. Her mind was asking, You can't be serious...?

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"Look, we both know this is weird, and it will get weirder the longer we stay here. But you have bills to pay, I'm assuming, or you wouldn't be here; very few women I shoot do it just for the love of it. And I have bills to pay, too, and you'd help with that. A lot. So put your bag down, come over here, and let's just do this."
Cherry laughed, responding with a wide smile, "You can't shoot pics of me, Bob. Not ... not those kinda pics. That would mean ... you know ... getting naked, or partially so."

But she could see in his expression that Bob was serious. He truly saw nothing wrong with the idea.

"I mean..." she asked hesitantly, "...wouldn't that be wrong?"

Her mind suddenly jumped to an article she'd once read online about Hollywood types and the erotic movies they'd made that starred their relatives. One director had casted his wife in a love scene with a man who was married to the wife's real daughter; another woman had been directed by her current husband in a scene with her former husband; and yet another director -- this one gay -- had filmed a blow job scene between his heterosexual actor father and the young male actor with whom the director was to marry once gay marriage was legalized in his state.

If all of these strange relationships could work in Hollywood, couldn't Cherry bare her breasts to her mother's brother without it ripping their family apart? She blushed again at the knowledge that she was even considering this, then asked Bob, "Are you sure mom and dad wouldn't have a kanipshin over this?"
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Bob just stared at her for a moment, then guffawed explosively. Shaking his head, he grinned at the thought. "What? Are you going to tell them? Because I certainly won't!" Laughing weakly, he walked to where she stood and enfolded her in another bear hug. "Oh, Cherry Tart, you are a funny, funny girl..."

After a brief time he pulled back and looked down at her face. So beautiful...

"Look, it's like this," he said earnestly. "You pretend I'm not your uncle, and I'll pretend you're not my niece. That's the only way I think we'll get through this. You're just another pretty girl who's come for a shoot, and I'm just some random guy, like you thought I would be. We've never seen each other before today. We'll focus on what we have to do, and then we'll forget all about it afterwards and life will go on like normal--or as normal as it can be, anyway. Agreed?"
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Cherry took a long moment to consider the situation, finally -- and surprisingly -- saying, "Agreed."

She hugged him again, then started talking about the shots Jocko wanted, for both the strip club and for other work. She pulled some sexy undergarments from out of her over sized purse and held them up, one after another, making a few suggestions of mixing and matching. "I have heels, too, but ... I don't suppose anyone cares much about seeing my feet, do they?"

And she managed all of this with one three or four flushes of her face, mostly when she held up her pieces of lingerie and remembered that Uncle Bob was about to see her in them. She found a changing curtain in the back of the studio and excused herself.

Ten minutes later, Cherry emerged in a semi sheer mesh chemise, again blushing as she said, "It, um ... kind of shows a lot."

She laughed nervously at Bob's reaction, then said, "Yeah, um ... there's more."

She spun on the tall matching heels to reveal her backside. She peeked over her shoulder to look at her uncle, asking, "Are we still thinking that this is okay for us to do?"
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The inner voice in Bob's head was screaming, No, this is NOT okay to do! This is your NIECE, your SISTER'S CHILD! You can't do this!

He'd bathed her as a baby. Drunk gallons of imaginary tea with her at 6. Let her win at badminton at 12. Run interference with her dad when she backed into a stanchion with the car at 16. Given her a set of luggage when she went off to college. How could he now ask her to act like a total slut, be a personality-less sex object for men to lust after and beat off over?

I need the money, the other voice in his head answered. He could have passed, given her the name of someone else he knew that did the same work, but he didn't. She was hot, she was young, she was sexy, and he needed the money.

He swallowed a few times before answering. "That'll be great for some stills, honey, but we'll need to change your costume before I bring out the video camera. That looks too...inaccessible. You'll need something you can strip out of, tease a little. But we can start with that for now."

He beckoned her over to stand in front of a neutral flat, and picked up his camera. "Okay, what I want you to do, if you can, is imagine that you're at a club, in this outfit. Never mind that you wouldn't wear this to a club, really," (would she? would she wear this to a club? He didn't want to know) "and just pretend you're there, and there's a hot guy over across the room you want to come over, and you're going to vamp him. Okay, let's get started..."

He began snapping. "Okay, turn to the left...give him the 'over the shoulder' look...that's it...stick your ass out a little more...yeah, baby...bend over, like you want him to do you doggy...now turn back...act like you're going to take it off; hook your thumbs under the shoulder straps, like you're going to pull it down and show your tits...yeah, good, that's hot..." and so on.

She moved where he directed, bent where he said, pursed her lips at the camera, played with her hair, flirted with the imaginary guy across the room. After a while Bob thought they had enough stills.

"Okay, that'll do it for that. You were good, baby, you were real good. But now, we need to change your clothes...I don't suppose you brought a school-girl outfit with you? Little skirt, over the knee stockings, white shirt...?"
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Cherry began the shoot stiff and nervous. She was, after all, flaunting her body and striking sexy -- even erotic -- poses for her uncle. But after a while, she relaxed and began to enjoy herself, thanks in large part to Bob's professionalism.

Pretty soon, they had plenty with this particular outfit. Bill asked...
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Cherry laughed, once again flushing red as she turned and headed for the changing curtain and her oversized bag behind it. She said with humor as she disappeared behind the curtain, "What is it about you and Jocko and other men. His suggestion for a fantasy costume was exactly that. Be right out."

A few minutes passed, and soon Cherry stepped out in the second of her three wardrobe combinations.

"I have a black one, too ... plaid..." Alice explained as she moved over to the shooting area and spun to show Bob how the lower curves of her fine ass hung out below the skirt's hem line. She finished, "...but I've been told that the red in this one goes good with my skin tone."
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Bob looked her up and down. "Perfect," he declared as she spun in place. "The reason so many men go for the 'schoolgirl' look is the contrast," he explained as he picked up his video camera and checked settings. "On the surface you appear to be an innocent little girl, just on the cusp of discovering and exploring your sexuality. But everything about that outfit shouts 'easy slut', from the short skirt that shows off your ass to the top that shows way more cleavage than you would expect from an innocent.

"And most men are pigs," he said smiling, "myself included. We like the idea of a young, sensuous, lusty, innocent girl who's maybe not so innocent, but still naive enough that we may be able to talk her into doing nasty, naughty, wicked, sexy things with us and to us..."

He finished checking his camera and held it up to frame her where she stood. It was no longer theoretical; she was right there, in his viewfinder, with a face to break hearts and a body to make a dead man's pecker stand up straight. Suddenly he felt awkward, embarrassed. Steady on, now...it's just another shoot. You don't know her...

Still he had trouble getting out what he needed to say next. "Okay, for this sequence you're going to be moving around, flirting again. Pretend there's that hot guy at the bar, and you're on the dance floor...you want him to come ask you to dance, and maybe more than that...okay, Go!"
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he said smiling...

Cherry laughed, knowing full well from her job as a stripper that that was very true.

But then he added...
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..."myself included."
She pouted her lips as if disappointed, and was about to say that she didn't believe that for a second but Bob continued his explanation of what men wanted from women.

He's not like that, Cherry told herself, not Uncle Bob. He was just talking down men. That was what he was doing. Maybe he was even trying to help Cherry by opening her eyes to what men were, not that her job hadn't already reinforced that in her already. She'd been a Hooter's hostess for three months before beginning her already 17 month long job as a stripper; and despite all the rules in place and -- at least at the club -- the number of big, mean looking bouncers, she couldn't remember the last full week that she'd gotten through without a customer groping one of her fine buttock cheeks or sliding a business card to her with his private number penciled onto the back.

Despite all of that, though, Cherry had total faith that Uncle Bob wasn't like that. He wouldn't treat a woman like nothing more than a fuck toy. Hell, thinking of Bob as a sex machine was like thinking of her father as one, and Cherry had no desire to imagine her father in the act of sex.

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...Bob began, explaining what they were going to do now that they were using video. He went to the far wall, selected the handle for one of the back drops, and pulled it to the floor.

Cherry laughed aloud, asking, "Oh my god! Is it really that big a fantasy for men?"

The back drop was a simulated classroom chalk board, with an image of a globe atop a file cabinet on one side and a poster of the ABCs on the other. Despite being a two dimensional representation, it actually looked relatively real. And as it that wasn't enough, Bob went to the adjacent wall and pulled a desk on rollers over in front of the back drop, completing the scene.

By the time he was done, Cherry was almost tearing up with laughter. All of the props were present: a fake gold fish bobbing about in a bowl, a bright red apple, a yard stick with exaggerated numbers on it, and even a stack of books, with the one leaning against titled Sex Education.

"Wow," was all she could say as she moved over in front of the desk. "Okay, so ... is this like a Teacher's Pet kind of thing or what...?"
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"Exactly," Bob answered. He picked up his camera and said, "Now remember; you're trying to seduce your teacher. Or maybe the gym coach; he's hot, he has six-pack abs, and you've noticed he sports a bulge in his sweatpants. You want him to want you, enough to do you right here, right now, in the classroom...Go!"

And she did. She flirted. She teased. She flipped up her skirt in the back and bent over, showing off her red thong as she stroked the backs of her legs and wiggled her ass. She toyed with the ties of her shirt, pulling one shoulder down and back up again. She sat on the desk and spread her legs, flashing her sweet pussy behind that tiny red thong. She leaned forward on the desk, showing off a lot of down shirt cleavage.

But there was only so much she could do while still clothed. After a few minutes, Bob stopped filming and said, "Okay, uh, now, uh..." He had difficulty going on. This was the point where the clothes needed to start coming off, but he didn't quite know how to tell his niece to get naked.
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"You want me to take my clothes off now," Cherry said with a quiet, matter of fact tone.

She'd known it was coming. She'd forced the thought out of her mind. She was good at that. There had been dozens of times at the Club when she'd been out on stage for the first of her three songs when suddenly she recognized a face in the crowd: a guy from school, an employee of one of the businesses she patronized, or the worst, an older man she knew as a friend or business associate of her father.

Sometimes they recognized her, and if they did they sometimes did all they could to signal her their way or sometimes got the hell out Dodge, feeling just as embarrassed about being there as she was. Sometimes they didn't recognize her all, what with the dramatic make up, occasional masks, and -- obviously -- their main focus being on her tits, pussy, and ass.

"Do you think we could go back to just the camera first," Cherry said, reaching up to the knot between her ample breasts and fighting it, having tied it too tightly once again.
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He wanted to tell her there was no need; he could make stills out of any frame in the video. And in fact he intended to do just that. The digital was more for promotional pics and glossies; he was enough of a purist that even the HD video didn't give him the quality he wanted.

But all he said was, "Sure. We can go back to the still camera, if that's what you want." He set down the video camera and picked up his Nikkon.
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She came around the front of the prop desk, finally working loose the knot holding her school girl top together, then waited for Bob to tell her he was set with the camera. She drew a deep, breath of nervousness, causing her firm "D's' to swell and push the top open a bit; then exhaled in an obviously nervous chuckle.

"I do this four nights a week, taking my clothes off for total strangers," Cherry said, beginning to strike poses for the clicking camera, pulling the front of her blouse open enough to reveal more of her breasts but not yet her nipples. "And yet this ... wow ... the hardest thing I've ever done, you know?"

She turned her back to Bob and pulled the sides of the top wide, teasing the future viewing audience with her ass and her exposed and yet hidden tits. When she turned around, the top was still open but her hands hid most of her ample breasts.

You can do this, Cherry reassured herself, continuing to strike poses, sometimes replacing her concealing fingers with crossed arms, but always offering a bit more of her flesh to the camera. And that was how she convinced herself that she could do this, by reminding herself, It's just a professional photographer with a camera.

Finally, Cherry slipped her hands down from over her large, pink, and now firmly swollen nipples to gently cup her breasts...

...and as true as she was to her silent declaration, she went on as if it was no big deal. She played with her top, pulling it this way and that, eventually removing it, holding it in front of her breasts with a shocked smile as if a young girl caught topless by that naughty teacher she and Bob had discussed.

Eventually, it was time for the school girl skirt to come off, and just as Cherry had had fun removing the top, she'd had fun with this lower piece of her costume, too, letting the waist band of the little red thong gradually appear as she leaned forward -- knees locked, ass to the camera -- and slid the skirt to her ankles.

They spent several minutes taking shots of her all over and about the desk, standing at the fake white board with real markers, and other such shots that showed off her wonderful curves.

Cherry began toying with the waist band of the thong, which across the front of it featured the equation "You + Me = Fun". But, she hesitated taking it off, suddenly remembering that the man behind the camera -- despite his standard industry directions to her about her poses, expressions, and gestures -- was still Uncle Bob.

"I, um..." Cherry pulled her thong back up into place and snatched her top from around the neck of the plastic reproduction bust of some long dead guy that was sitting atop the desk. "I'm kind of pooped. Do you think this is enough?"
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Bob stood looking down at the digital camera in his hand. He must have taken what--a hundred and fifty snaps? How to tell her...?

"Cherry...honey...that was terrific. Really. But..." he paused, picking is words carefully. "The fact that it's all stills is gonna hurt you. Yes, they're super hot--you're super hot (how strange to be saying this to his niece, but it was the simple truth)--but video is what brings in the cash. Men want to see you move, not just stop-action." He sighed. He had a raging hard-on, but it was because he was right here; it wouldn't have the same effect online.

"I hate to ask it, honey, but...can you do it again? And this time with the video camera? Believe me, it will make a big difference in your sales potential," he added earnestly. "And why did you want to go back to the still camera, anyway?" he asked, genuinely curious.
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"And why did you want to go back to the still camera, anyway?" he asked, genuinely curious.
Cherry hesitated a moment. She didn't want to seem unprofessional. This was, after all, just work, for both of them. But Bob was still her uncle, and it ... it still seemed weird.

"I'm sorry," she said, turning to head back to the changing curtain. She continued her cover story, telling him in as convincing a tone as she could muster, "I'm just ... tired. I worked tonight before I came here--"

Another lie. Jocko had sent her straight here before she went on for her first of three three-song sets of the night, but she doubted that Bob would know that.

"--and ... I'm not sexy when I'm tired."

No matter what Bob had to say to her, Cherry was done for the night. She wanted to be professional about this ... she wanted to be adult about this ... but, like Bob, she was beginning to have a bit of a problem, too: she was wet.

Once she was dressed in the street clothes she'd been wearing upon first looking up to see her uncle was to take nude pics of her, she emerged from behind the curtain with her costumes and lingerie shoved down inside her bag. She smiled meekly, hesitating -- knowing he was disappointed -- and surprising herself smiled and said, "It was fun, Uncle Bob. Mom's roast beef on Sunday, promise?"

(OOC: She is going to leave, so you can feel free to write her departure. See you at the folks house, Sunday, okay?)
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"It was fun, Uncle Bob. Mom's roast beef on Sunday, promise?"
"Yeah, it was fun..." he answered, somewhat lamely. "I'll see what I can do about shopping the pics around, but if they sell...well, they're going to want more. On film," he added, just so there would be no mistake. If she came back, the camera would be rolling. He came over to give her a big hug. "See you Sunday," he said to the top of her head.

He followed her to the back door and opened it for her, a gentlemanly gesture he didn't often perform for the talent that came to him...but then, this wasn't just any girl. "Be careful on the way home," he added unnecessarily, and then she was gone. He walked back to sit at his desk. Just sit. And think.

He would have no trouble selling her pics, he knew. She was young, and sexy, and hot, and had that baby face that sold so well...No, the problem would come when he contacted her to pay her her share of the proceeds, and when he'd have to tell her that she needed to come back. That they wanted more. And that would be a problem because somewhere in the middle of the last sequence, when she'd been cavorting around the face classroom and stripping out of her little costume, he'd realized that he was lusting after her.

That in itself wasn't anything out of the ordinary. He usually copped a boner during a shoot, and the camera had a strange effect on a lot of women--it made them horny, as well. Sometimes, if the talent seemed interested, he would make a proposal. And sometimes they took him up on it. The couch in the corner wasn't used exclusively as just a prop for shoots...

But this wasn't just some random girl off the club stage, or off the street--he did occasionally get those kinds of "walk-ons" without referral. She was his niece. A girl he'd watched grow up, and had a deep, genuine affection for, but which was now getting all tangled up in other feelings about her altogether, and he was having trouble with that. A lot of trouble.

Bottom line: I'm fucked, he thought glumly.
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Cherry had a problem similar to Bobs and yet, at the same time, different. The shoot had certainly made her horny. That had surprised her: she never got excited while stripping on stage or -- while in between shows -- acting as a waitress and weaving through the crowd, hoping to collect more tips from those who had just spend the last ten minutes fantasizing that her writhing on the stage had actually been on their dick.

So, why had the shoot affected her so? She told herself -- again and again -- as she drove home that it hadn't been because her uncle was behind the camera. That would have simply been so wrong, to have sexual urges for Uncle Bob!

By the time she got home, Cherry had convinced herself that it hadn't been Bob that had got her wet but had simply been the fact that she'd been doing her little show for a single male, rather than a thick crowd of them.

That theory didn't last long, however. After once again fibbing to her parents that she'd been at her Friend Candice's house, studying, the went up to shower ... and found her fingers between her thighs, energetically fondling her clit to fantasies of Uncle Bob!

She fought the image, trying to picture young men from school, professors even. She started to fantasize about one particular club client who she'd nearly taken up on his invitation to meet for coffee, but she nixed that quickly, realizing that fantasizing about customers was even worse than doing the same about her own uncle.

She abandoned her masturbation, unable not to think of Bob. And yet, 20 minutes later, dried and dressed in an oversized tee shirt and panties, she was in bed and again toying with her sensitive little button to the thought of Uncle Bob's mouth on her. She came harder than normal, thankful that she'd left the stereo a bit louder than normal.

She pulled the covers over her and drifted off to sleep, sated. Sometime later, as often happened, her sister crossed the hall to turn off the stereo ... and the oddest day of Cherry's young life came wonderfully to an end...



Sunday, the stripped found herself as nervous as she had been days earlier. Uncle Bob had called her mother -- his sister -- to confirm dinner. Cherry had almost hoped he would cancel, afraid to face him. But she steeled herself, reminding herself that she hadn't done anything wrong. Well, except for climaxing to the fantasized fell of her uncle's mouth on her pussy, of course.

Still upstairs, unable to decide what to wear -- comfortable, casual, dinner appropriate, or slutty, the last making her laugh, of course -- Cherry saw his car drive up to the curb and her heart skipped a beat. She rushed back to her closet, digging through the rods and dressers full of clothes.

She couldn't figure out why she was having such a hard time picking clothes for a simple, family dinner. And then, as she opened the drawer that held her sexy lingerie, she realized what the problem was: she wanted to look sexy for Uncle Bob!

Stop this! she chastised herself. It's your uncle, you slut!

But try as she did, Cherry couldn't help herself. In the end, with a sly smirk on her lips, she chose a pair of skin tight yoga pants that emphasized her tight ass and muscular legs; and an equally tight, sleeveless tee shirt that was cut to support her D-cups without the need for a bra.

The tee was white and -- she was very aware -- would show off her nipples if they were to harden for any reason. And there was, of course, a reason for them to harden: thoughts of fucking Uncle Bob. She knew that would never happen, of course. Uncle! Duh! But Cherry still couldn't help but fantasize about it.

When she heard Bob and her father laughing about one thing or another in the living room, she hurried excitedly down the stairs and found her mother still cooking in the kitchen. Her mother gave her a quick glance and began to ask her to do some chore, then stopped and took a double take at her form fitting outfit.

"Really?" she asked wryly. "Is that appropriate for a family dinner?"

"What?" Cherry responded, almost skipping over to the cupboard to help gather glasses and dishes. "I always dress like this."

She did, but never around her parents. But her mother let it slide, more concerned with the smoke beginning to rise from the oven. The three women of the family hurried to get everything into bowls or onto plates, then -- taking a deep breath of preparation -- Cherry walked slowly into the kitchen, her kips swaying a bit more than normal as she gave her uncle a knowing smile.
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"Well, hi, Cherry Tart!" Bob said as she came slinking--there was no other word for it--into the room. He noted immediately the tight, tight pants with the hint of camel-toe and the short, white shirt that wrapped and supported her tits without really restraining them in any way; he could tell from the way they swayed and jiggled, and how they compressed when he gave her the obligatory hug, that she was bra-less. When she gave him a sly look from under her eyelashes, he groaned inwardly.

He had hoped that she would wear something more mundane, more conservative, even sloppy. It was going to be awkward enough without her vamping all through dinner. His brother Jim frowned a little, and seemed on the verge of saying something to her about how she was dressed, but in the end he remained silent. But if he knew his brother, Cherry was going to receive A Talk later...

All through dinner Bob tried to keep the conversation light and paid seeming close attention to what his brother and sister-in-law were saying. He even made a point of asking Cherry's younger sister how she was doing in school. But his eyes kept straying back to Cherry, and whenever they did she would arch her eyebrow, or look at him sidelong over her glass, or toy with her hair and lean forward so that her boobs would flatten against the table noticeably.

Whenever something needed to be fetched from the kitchen, she would volunteer with alacrity before her sister could speak up, swaying into the kitchen so that Bob got a good, long look at her well-rounded ass, and when she returned she would make a point of leaning across the table to offer it to him, "accidently" exposing her gorgeous cleavage for his inspection. And the more uncomfortable Bob got with this behavior, the more her nipples seemed to harden, tenting the material of her shirt like acorns under a sheet. He tried to ignore all this, but he could feel his member stiffen; he was hard as a pipe under the table...

Finally dinner was over, and Cherry's mother busied herself with clearing the dishes while Jim went off to his study to check on his portfolio. After a perfunctory farewell Cherry's sister disappeared upstairs with her phone in hand, busily texting someone.

When only the two of them were left at the table, Bob said loudly for her mother's benefit, "Let's go into the living room, shall we, Cherry? You can tell me all how school's getting on." But once they were safely in the next room, he seized her by the shoulder and spun her to face him.

"What in hell are you playing at, missy?" he said, low but stern. Hard-on or no, he was in full Uncle Mode, now. "Do you think this is some kind of game, a lark? I don't know what you're thinking, but you can't go flaunting yourself around like this! I know your father noticed something was odd, and your mother, too--she kept giving you looks across the table, which you blithely ignored. I'm certain both of them will be talking to you later about your behavior, and your clothes. Explain yourself!"
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