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I'd stopped for a cup of coffee on my way back from buying chemicals and as soon as I got a look at the waist who brought my coffee I knew she'd be perfect for my client Mark. I made a quick call on my cell phone and asked if he was in the market for some new stuff and he said yes. When she brought me a refill, her nametag said Tracey, I asked if she had a minute to chat. She said she went on break in a few minutes. My name is Mick and I am a photographer feeding special needs. My clients depend on my ability to find special types of girls, young girls typically, and capture them on film and video. They pay a high premium for my services and I think I am well worth it. Tracey had a certain earthy quality and I knew she was the type of girl that made Mark's head smoke. Her uniform clung in all the right places. She was a short girl, only about 5'2", but with a very curvy body, ample hips, breasts that had to be at least a 36C. She wore her hair in a very short, almost unstylish bob and no make-up. Her brown eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. Tracey looked to be the type of girl who most guys passed over for someone flashier, missing the diamond in the rough she was. She said she wasn't allowed to sit at a booth in uniform so I met Tracey around back where she was catching a smoke. I found however, that it wasn't a cigarette she was having. Tracey took a couple puffs off her bowl and offered to me. I took it from her and had a long drag. She told me I was pretty cool for an older guy and I thanked her. She also told me that she was eighteen and just out of high school, going to community college part-time, since she couldn't afford a university. I was surprised she was eighteen, I would have guessed she was at least a year younger, despite her womanly body. I told her that I had a proposition that could help with her money problems. She seemed very surprised that I wanted erotic photographs of her, but she didn't have a problem with it as long as I respected her boundaries. I said of course I would. Tracey came up to my loft studio the next night. She'd made an effort to do something with her hair and looked very cute. She wore a thin white tank top with a dark blue lace bra beneath it and snug jeans. She paced around the loft, clearly uncomfortable and I thought she was going to change her mind. When she asked if she could light up I encouraged her, even provided her with my bong, which contained some extremely potent weed. After several hits of that she was giggling and goofy and ready for anything. I started snapping pix in the waiting room section, with Tracey just sitting on my couch. She smiled gamely but clearly wasn't used to this kind of attention. I gave her lots of encouraging words and the more I reassured her, the bolder she became. She crawled around on the couch, mimicking the looks she'd seen in fashion magazines. Watching her trying to be sexy was very sweet. I was trying to draw her out, let Tracey realize that she didn't need to try at all. Tracey's nipples poked clearly through the tank top and I hoped they showed up on my film. She arched her back, thrusting those big breasts at me, then hooked her thumbs in the straps of her tank top and pulled it down slowly, revealing her sheer lace bra. She looked up from beneath her brow with smoldering look while lightly touching her breast. I knew Mark would go wild. My throbbing cock said I already was. She leaned forward, crawling across the couch, toward me. She was inches away when I ran out of film and asked for a quick break. Tracey said, "Sure, I'll keep busy," and reached out to stroke my cock through my jeans. I almost dropped my camera. This was going better than I could possibly have expected. "Ready for more?" I asked, snapping my camera shut. "I'm ready for anything." Tracey breathed. "Did I mention pot always makes me really horny?" I just smiled and thanked my lucky stars. ------------------------------------------------------------------------
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