The state game area was most of an hour’s drive north of town, and at first look Kyle could see that it had plenty of possibilities as a location. They did their first setup at the edge of a creek, with a bridge in the background. They started off by using Chelsea’s normal technique with the tripod, and after a while they had some photos she thought would be satisfactory, then he took several handheld photos with his own camera. Because of the background lighting a fill flash was needed to make her pop out from the shadows; after a short time he had some photos that were much like what she had taken.

“If we’ve got time to kill,” he suggested, “I’d like to try for something a little different, just for the heck of it.”

“We might as well. We’ve got several hours, and I’d like to see what you come up with.”

Kyle made some changes to his camera configuration. He put on a telephoto lens and set the camera to take a very short exposure with the aperture opened way up, all with the intention of reducing the depth of field to throw the background out of focus. It meant he had to be farther away from her, which was no problem. She did a series of her usual poses while he snapped away; in only a couple of minutes he had taken plenty of shots. When they were done, she checked out his work in the view screen. “I see what you were trying to do,” she said after looking at a few of the photos. “It looks like it might have worked.”

“We won’t be able to see how well it worked until we can look at it on a full-size screen,” he replied. “But I think I might have gotten something I can use along with the ones we did for you.”

“I’m looking forward to seeing it,” she smiled. “If we’re done here, let’s find another location and do another setup, and then I’ll change swimsuits for the next one.”

“How about right up on top of the bridge?” he suggested.

They walked back to her car, where she stopped long enough to pull on a gaudy necklace and bracelets, explaining that they were to change her appearance a little, to try disguise that the pictures had been shot within minutes of each other. “If I wind up using pics from both locations, they’ll probably be months apart.”

It took a while to get an acceptable camera angle set up on top of the bridge – some things just didn’t fit together right – but eventually they figured out how to do it. Again, they set it up to do the photos as she had done in the past, but then he took a series of handheld shots, again playing with the depth of field. When they were done, they went back to the car, where he obligingly turned his back so she could change into a different swimsuit. This one was black; the sides between the top and the bottom were a fine, sheer mesh, but it had black straps running horizontally between them. It wasn’t especially aggressively cut, but it was sleek, snug, and sexy.

They got in the car and drove up the road a ways where some kind of a trail wound down through the brush. “What do you think?” she asked.

“Nice location,” he nodded. “But somehow it doesn’t work with that swimsuit. I can’t tell you exactly why, but it’s just not the right one for this spot.”

“You know, I think you’re right. This would be better if the outfit had some color in it.”

“That’s probably part of it. I think a spot that’s more open with a distant view would be better.”

“I think you’re right on that, too. Let’s go looking. We can come back here some other time with some other swimsuit.”

In another minute or two they found a location that seemed to fill the bill somewhat better, a road wound around the edge of a small pond. The best location seemed to have her standing right in the road, more close up than the last couple of locations.

When it became time for Kyle to do his photos, he again played with the camera, this time using a slow shutter and tight aperture to bring both her and the background into focus. The shots seemed to come out pretty well, as they did at another place nearby where the road went over the top of a hill a mile or so away.

“Let’s take a break,” she suggested. “There’s a nice place down on the other side of that pond we were just at. I’ve used it a little too much to want to do any pictures there again, but it’ll be a quiet place off the road to have something to eat.”

They were packed up and at the picnic spot in a few minutes; the place also seemed to serve as a boat launch. There was no one around. “Nice place,” he said. “I think you’d probably want to wear a light-colored suit for any poses here, though.”

“You’re right, at least for the road leading into the place,” she said as she shut off the car. “I had to learn that the hard way back in the beginning. A dark one works all right with the lightness of the sky and the pond in the background, though.”

“That seems like it would work,” he agreed. “I know you wouldn’t want to use it for your website, but it would be fun to get a few snaps of you in that outfit with the lake in the background.”

“Why don’t we do it?” she smiled. “I think you understand how I want the photos composed for the website. Shoot a few that way along with whatever else you want to take. I might use them anyway.”

They went down by the shoreline, and he shot a few frames of her that didn’t take in her whole body. “No road in this one, I’m afraid,” he said. “But if we get back a ways I can get a hint of one.”

“You understand what I’m trying to do, don’t you?”

“I think so, although I don’t understand why you want something to do with a road in the picture.”

“It’s part of the theme,” she explained as they walked up the hill a ways. “One-piece swimsuit on the road. That happened kind of accidentally, but it’s become what people expect of me on the website so I’m sort of stuck with it.”

“How did that happen?

“It was back when I was in college,” she smiled. “I had a number of photography classes, and this one professor wanted a photo series with a theme, so for lack of any better ideas I just went out and took a bunch of photos that involved a road. He said it wasn’t imaginative enough, and that there wasn’t anything to draw the eye, so he told me to do it over again. I thought he was both a lecher and full of beans, so I got on a swimsuit, went back to the same locations, and took a series that involved me in all the pictures. I got an A for the assignment.”

“That must have drawn his attention. I take it the swimsuit wasn’t exactly conservative.”

“No, it was the hottest one I owned at the time, something like that red and white job I had on a few days ago, but yellow and orange. It was in October and the autumn color was in full bloom, so I sort of fit in with the backdrops.”

They got to a point where he could get a hint of the boat launch in the background. “About here for the photo, I think,” he said. “I’ll get a little further up the hill. Anyway, it sounds like you dreamed up a pretty good series for that assignment.”

“I like to think it was, although it wasn’t much like the way I do it today, taking photos with computer wallpaper in mind. Anyway, I had a blog at the time, just a kid thing, but I didn’t have my own name on it. I put one of the photos on it. I got a lot of response from it, and I kept getting mail, people wanting more. So in time I put up some of the other photos from the series, and continued to get a pretty good response. It was during that time that I got some comments suggesting that I make the photos asymmetrical for the sake of wallpaper. I had a couple of photos where the originals were pretty wide-field, so they could be re-cropped that way, I did it and put those up. I could see they were getting downloaded a lot.”

He studied where she stood through the viewfinder. This was just kind of playing around, and fill flash would obviously be needed, but he could do that. “So how did that translate into your paying website?” he asked as he fiddled with the camera.

“It was a short step. I had a class in web design the following spring, and they wanted us to design a commercial website, so I used the same photos. It was just intended as a class project, after all, and I got an A in that class too, although the professor said it wasn’t going to be very practical. Well, the way he said it made me want to prove him wrong, so I got the domain name and a hosting service and put it up. Before the class was over with I was pulling in around a hundred bucks a week in sales, sometimes more.”

“And you were in business. Go ahead and pose for me, but you don’t have to stop telling me this story.”

“Well, yes and no,” she grinned, striking a causal pose that was still something sensual, and he started shooting. “The professor pointed out it would take a continual supply of fresh material to keep it a success, and I’d already come to that conclusion. So I started taking more selfies. That was three years ago. I’m making pretty good money at it now, but I also realize it’s going to tail off sooner or later. That’s part of why I have a regular job, to give me something else on my résumé besides ‘swimsuit model.’ I’m pretty sure that might give a potential employer the wrong impression.”

“You might be right at that,” he agreed, still snapping photos as she changed her poses. “You could say something like ‘commercial website operator,’ though.”

“Yeah, but a potential employer might want to know more about it, and then where would I be?”

“You definitely have a point there,” he conceded.

“Oh, I know I do. But still, the website has been pretty good to me and it’s going a long way toward paying off my college loans. If I can hold on at about this same level for a couple more years I’ll have them paid off.”

“That’s a pretty good deal,” he agreed. “My folks helped me out with college a lot but I still have a ton of money to pay off. I’m gaining ground on them, though.” He changed his position and the camera settings slightly, then clicked off a few more shots. “That’s enough for now,” he said. “At least since we’re just playing around.”

“I’ll be interested in seeing how they come out,” she replied as she dropped the pretense of posing for the camera. “I have to admit I’m a bit narcissistic. I like to see photos of me, even if I have to take them myself.”

“You’re very photogenic, and you play to the camera well,” he said as they started to walk back to the car. “I suspect that has a lot to do with the success of your website. It’s not just skin, it looks like you’re being personal.”

“That’s what I try to do,” she agreed. “My regulars have come to expect my ‘naughty librarian’ image. I don’t usually wear glasses, and I usually have my hair up for the photos. I try to not look that way in real life. The swimsuits I often wear for photos I wouldn’t be caught dead in for real in public, like at a beach or swimming pool.”

By then they were back to the car. She opened the trunk and pulled out the cooler she’d had a few evenings before and a blanket. “I’ll bet you have quite a collection of swimsuits,” he commented as they walked over to a nearby grassy spot.

“I have a bunch. I’m not sure how many any more. Over fifty, at least, maybe more. At least I like wearing swimsuits. I often wear them around the apartment even if I’m not planning a photo shoot. Sometimes in the winter I’ll pull on tights or a bodysuit and wear a swimsuit over it.”

“Where do you get all those swimsuits?” he asked he asked as she spread out the blanket.

“Here and there,” she shrugged as she pulled sandwiches and Pepsi from the cooler, handing one to him. “I try to not buy any more than I have to and when I do buy one it’s never at full price. I hit every closeout sale I can find in the fall, and sometimes the markdowns are huge, although it’s rare to find something as racy as I want at a big box store like Wally World. There are a number of places on the web that have real good prices on discontinued merchandise, especially if I can catch them off-season. The one I have on is one of those. It was a $135 swimsuit that I paid $16.95 for.

“Beyond that, I make a lot of them. My grandmother taught me how to sew. There are some materials I can’t work with very well and some I won’t even try, like latex or heavy vinyl. Stretchy material, well, it depends on how it’s supposed to be used. I won’t try anything very ambitious with it. Straight cotton, like that red and white job from the other night again, no problem. I sometimes find a usable swimsuit at a secondhand store, or even at a garage sale. The one I’m going to wear next is one of those. It looked absolutely hideous when I got it, and there was no way I was going to subject my fans to having to see me wearing it, but I had an idea when I first looked at it of how it could be modified into something interesting.”

“I can see how that can add up to a lot of swimsuits.”

“Well, yes, I need a lot of them since I don’t want to use the same one very often. Sometimes I’ll re-cut or dye a swimsuit just to make it look different. I’m sure Grandma would turn over in her grave if she knew how I used the skills she taught me.”

Kyle took a drink of his Pepsi and said, “I have to ask, why one-piece swimsuits?”

“Oh, there’s a number of reasons for it,” she smiled. “The most important one, of course, is that it’s what my fans have come to expect. A girl in a one-piece is supposedly more demure, which Chastity is supposed to be. But there’s a lot more room for teasing and apparently being daring. I mean, a bikini is a bikini, and it’s either small or it’s smaller, and after that there’s not much you can do to it except in material, color, and pattern. The range is a lot wider in one-pieces.”

“I have to say that for some reason I can’t put my finger on, a one-piece somehow seems, uh, a little more feminine, I guess. I know that’s not exactly the truth, but maybe demure gets into it some.”

“At least some of the time,” she agreed. “Look, for the sake of practicality, a one-piece tank suit is probably the best possible swimsuit for a girl, at least in my opinion. It covers well and isn’t going to come off easily. On the right girl, with the right cut, it can even be very sexy. But when you get past that, at least part of the reason for a more radical swimsuit is to be more of a tease. That’s part of the reason for bikinis, especially the really tiny ones, but I think one-piece swimsuits have more options for teasing.”

“Almost, but not quite.”

“You get it,” she laughed. “I came to the conclusion a while back that a swimsuit, or any women’s wear for that matter, gets sexier as the potential for apparent disaster increases.”

“Apparent disaster?”

“A nip slip, falling out or coming off entirely,” she grinned. “And believe me, with some bikinis the potential for disaster is more than apparent. Back in college I was at a pool party with a bunch of girls. This one girl had on a strapless bikini top and bottom held on by elastic. She dove into the pool, and when she came up her top was down around her hips and the bottom was gone entirely. Let me tell you, that caught some attention from the guys at the party, and especially from her boyfriend. That wouldn’t have happened with a one-piece tank suit, or even most of the swimsuits I have, but you have to ask what she was really trying to accomplish.”

“Get the attention of guys, of course.”

“Absolutely, and it worked just like she intended. Believe me, I have swimsuits I wouldn’t wear near the water. They’re only good for posing, but the potential for apparent disaster is pretty high.”

“Like that red and white job.”

“Actually, that’s pretty stable on me. It just doesn’t look like it would be. I’d be careful about wearing it around a pool party, since if it got wet the white side would turn almost transparent and the red wouldn’t be far behind. If you’ve been though my website, you’ve seen me wearing swimsuits where the strategic parts turn pretty close to transparent. Sometimes I’ll even get them a little damp with a spray bottle so they’ll turn semi-transparent and stuff shows through. It’s all a tease, of course. Like I said, potential for apparent disaster.”

“I have to say you must not have a great deal of body modesty.”

“It’s certainly a lot less than it was a few years ago,” she smiled. “It’s one of those incremental things. It gets a little more daring and a little more daring, and all of a sudden you look up and say, ‘I can’t believe I really did that.’ Like I said, I’ve worn swimsuits for photo shoots I wouldn’t be caught dead in at a pool party.”

“How did you get so hooked on one-piece swimsuits, anyway?”

“While I like swimsuits in general, I don’t restrict myself to one-pieces. I do have three or four bikinis, but I don’t wear them for photo shoots, obviously. The whole story goes back to my mother, when I was twelve, I think. Now we didn’t have a pool or anything, so really I only got to wear swimsuits a handful of times a year. Well, summer rolled around and my swimsuit from the previous summer was too small, I’d grown out of it. I went to my mother and suggested we buy a tie-on bikini, since I’d probably be able to wear it for several years. She didn’t like that idea one bit. There was no way she was going to let me out in public in a bikini.”

“She’s pretty conservative, I take it?”

“In a lot of respects,” she shrugged. “We don’t get along very well. She doesn’t know about the website and I don’t plan on telling her. Fortunately, she doesn’t get on the net at all, and she’s down in Texas now so she can’t look over my shoulder in real life. Anyway, it turned into a mother-daughter showdown, you know how kids are at that age, and that made me just dead set on having a bikini. I was already pretty good at sewing, and I decided that a tie-on bikini wouldn’t be that difficult to make.”

“So you made one?”

“Not right away. I happened to mention the problem to my friend Marcie, she pointed out that it was just going to make for more trouble between my mother and me. ‘Look,’ she said. ‘Why not just play by the rules and do a one-piece?’ I didn’t want to do that, mostly because my mother and I had drawn a line in the sand with each other, but partly because I knew most of my friends would be wearing bikinis when we got together, and I told her that. But Marcie was the one who pointed out that just because a swimsuit was a one-piece was no reason it couldn’t be good looking. That evening after school we spent some time on the computer at her place, going through images, and I realized that a one-piece could be just as daring and cool as a bikini.”

“I take it this Marcie was the one who pointed all that out to you?”

“She was. So I got some old material and made myself a swimsuit that really was pretty conservative for a tie-on monokini. It really wasn’t to wear, but to figure out what to do for the real thing. Then I made myself another one, this time a little more aggressively cut and made out of light nylon, and even put a liner in it. It wasn’t quite as daring as some of the bikinis some of the other girls wound up wearing, but it was a lot more daring than anything my mother would have bought for me if I hadn’t been involved.”

“I have to ask how it went over with your mother.”

“Surprisingly well. I mean, it was a one-piece, after all, and that was what she wanted, so I’d played by the rules even if I came up with an answer she wasn’t expecting. She was proud that I’d made it for myself. It didn’t have to make sense, but there it was. The next swimsuit I made for myself, later in the summer, was even more daring yet. There was actually more material in it, but it had a thong back and looked even wilder from behind. I even wound up making some wild one-pieces for a couple of my friends. I mean, it was something different than just another bikini, you know?”

“You know, Chelsea, you have a different outlook on some things.”

“I’m aware of it. I’m doing something a lot of girls wouldn’t do, and that makes me feel a little special. Let’s get finished up, I’ll change, and we can get some more photos while we still have light.”

The swimsuit she put on next was a little different. She told him it had once been a very conservative skirted swimsuit, and had been ugly. She’d cut a wide swath of material out of it on an angle, so part of one side from the breasts down to the top of the skirt was bare, front and back. The skirt had been cut down at an angle too, matching the cut across the waist. It really looked good and radical, and he told her so.

“I can’t imagine what the woman who once wore this thing would think if she saw it now,” she grinned. “I always figured she must have worn a T-shirt or something over it when she wasn’t in the water, and maybe even then.

“She’d probably have a heart attack,” he laughed.

“Have you ever noticed how girls, especially young teenage girls, will buy a really radical bikini and then go into the water wearing a T-shirt or something because they’re embarrassed to let anyone see how radical it really is?”

“Now that you mention it, yes.”

“That was sort of what happened the summer I wore the first monokini I sewed,” she laughed. “I’d be hanging out with friends at a pool or at the lake, and I’d be the only one who wasn’t covering up like that. I caught some teasing for wearing a one-piece suit, but I didn’t mind letting people see me wear it, which is more than could be said about some of the other girls. I suppose that has something to do with why I’m doing the website.”

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