What a terrible job!  I had to pick a model to go to Cancun Mexico and I had to take photos of her and others in all stages of dress and undress.  And to make matters worse I had to take this poor unfortunate girl in February and deprive her of the cold nasty winter weather for ten days.  Poor me.  Me being Buddy Hanson, professional photographer.

Actually I was having a small problem of figuring out which model to take.  Sharon Wheeler was one that deserved consideration.  I owed her a favor or two.  Lisa Gill was a model I owed a big favor to, also.  Lisa was a great model and a wonderful lover but I had heard she had gotten married and her husband didn't want her doing nude or near nude photography. I dialed her number and she answered on the first ring.

"Hey Lisa, it's your favorite photographer." I said into the phone.

"And which one would that be?" she replied

"Let me rephrase," I said, " It's your favorite photographer slant pervert."

"Oh, hi, Buddy," she said with a giggle.  "I knew it was you."

"And I knew you knew.  Hey, what's this I heard about you getting married?"

"You heard it right," she said.  "I done gone and got myself hitched."

"Well that's just great," I said.  "I didn't know you were pregnant."

Lisa giggled again. "You asshole," she said. "What are you up to?"

"I need a model to go to Mexico for a ten day shoot on the beach.  Can you do it?"  I heard her groan.

 "Nooo, Buddy, I can't," she was almost crying. "Carl doesn't want me doing any modeling.  I wish I could go with you.  Is anyone else going?"

"No I can only take one.  The agency has a couple of Mexicans women that will be in the shoot," I answered.  "Think about it.  Five hundred a day plus expenses just for showing your great tits and ass and a little pink."

"I really wish I could," she said.  "Hey, Buddy, I know someone who would go in a heart beat."

"Yeah, me too," I said laughing. "A couple million."

"I'm serious, Buddy.  Carl, my husband’s sister,  wants to get into modeling.  You'd like her.  She's a cutie."

"Honey," I said, "The world is full of cuties.  Thanks anyway, but I don't have time to train a model before we go.  I'll find someone."

"Wait a minute, Buddy," Lisa said sharply.  "You owe me a favor and now I want to collect."

She was right, I did owe her, but I didn't really want to take a new, untried, untested model to Mexico.

"Ah come on, Lisa," I said.  "I know I owe you, but give me a break.  I can't take a starry eyes kid to Mexico and expect her to do the job.  I need experienced models.  You know I don't fool with anyone under eighteen."

"I can still remember you saying to me, ‘Come and get me out of jail, Lisa'," Lisa said into her phone.  "I remember jumping out of a warm bed and driving through the snow storm to the jail.  I remember paying the man five hundred dollars.  I....."

"Alright," I cut her off,  "I know I owe you but ...."

"I know what you're going to say, Buddy," Lisa interrupted.  "Look, let me send her down to the studio and if you don't like what you see then forget it.  Do a test shoot and look her over.  She is one hot chick.  Hell, strap her on and see if she fucks okay.  She's nineteen so you don't have to worry. I promised to help her get started."  It is very hard to defy that kind of logic.  I had a few days to work on things so I agreed to see Lisa's sister-in-law.  "You won't be sorry, Buddy," Lisa said.  "How about tonight?  She not working tonight."

"Fine send her down here at seven.  Lisa, tell me the truth, is she a pimply-faced virgin with a four inch over-bite?"  I could still hear Lisa laughing as she hung up the phone.

By seven o'clock I had almost forgotten the appointment.  I was getting ready to close up shop when I heard the bell over the door ring.  Someone had entered the waiting room.

"Hi," I said.  I was speaking to an attractive, but nervous looking young woman.  "Can I help you?"

"Are you Buddy?" she asked.  I nodded and she continued.  "I'm Ashley."

"Hi Ashley," I said.  "What can I do for you?"

"Lisa said you would be expecting me," she said with just the slightest quiver in her voice.

"Oh, right," I said remembering the appointment and the deal with Lisa.  "You're Lisa's sister-in-law.  Sorry, slipped my mind."  I reappraised her.  She was tall, five eight or nine.  Pretty and from what I could tell with her bulky clothing, had a presentable figure.  Not someone I was going to take to Mexico, but nice enough.

"Lisa said you would want to take some photos.  I didn't know what to bring.  I..."

"Oh you won't be wearing anything anyway," I said.  I have found this was usually a sure-fire way to weed out most of the girls.  Some turn and leave the moment I say nude.

"Oh," was her only reply.  She was blushing.

"Why don't you go right back there to the dressing room and take off your clothes," I said pointing the way.  "Come back to the studio after you do that."