Lydia Gray: Mother-daughter models

It was after five when he arrived back at his apartment house and as he walked around the swimming pool toward his apartment he ran into Kathy. With the fourteen-year-old girl was a very attractive woman and for a moment Scott thought that it might be Kathy's friend, Lisa. Then he saw that Kathy's companion was a woman in her thirties.

The woman was an older version of Kathy and the resemblance was striking. She had Kathy's figure, hair, even the young girl's face.

"Hi, Scott," Kathy greeted with a bright smile. "This is my mother."

"Really?" Scott chuckled. "You two don't look a bit alike."

Sandra Marsh laughed and her entire face became radiant.

"Kathy tells me you've photographed her," Sandra said. "I've heard so much about you in the past several days, Mr. Nelson, I'm glad we finally met."

"Scott," Scott said. "Mr. Nelson was my father."

"Did the man like my photos, Scott?" Kathy asked eagerly.

"You bet he did, Kathy!" Scott replied. "Here, you can have the whole set now. I'm assigned to work up some specs for him on this technique."

"Can I model?" Kathy asked quickly, handing her mother the transparencies.

"Say," Sandra exclaimed as she held the transparencies up to the light to examine them, "these are quite good!"

"I wish you could, Kathy," Scott said softly. "After all, you helped me sell the idea. But I'm afraid that they want somebody older. You see, young people don't buy golf carts."

"They can't afford them," Sandra added with a laugh.

"You know, Missus Marsh," Scott commented as he studied Kathy's mother's features carefully, "you would make a perfect model."

"Sandra. If I'm to call you Scott, you'll have to call me Sandra. I'm afraid I've never studied modeling, Scott."

"You wouldn't need to," Scott said quickly. "I think you'd be perfect! Look, this first session is on speculation and I can't pay anything, but if we use the shots, or if we get the green light to go ahead with another series, I'll pay you a three hundred dollars a day."

"Three hundred dollars a day! Wow! But honestly, Scott, I've never done anything like this before. I don't think I could do it, really. And how would I get off work?"

"Do you work on Saturday?" Scott asked. "That's when I intend to shoot, if everything goes well. And, Sandra, this is important to me, so you can be sure I wouldn't ask you if I didn't think that you'd be perfect, believe me. You never know, it might launch a new career for you."

"My, you really work fast, don't you?" Sandra commented.

"Does he ever!" Kathy said softly. Neither of the adults heard her comment.

"Are you willing to gamble a weekend?" Scott asked with a broad smile.

"Well… heaven knows, the money would certainly come in handy. Being a single parent isn't easy."

"Then it's settled," Scott said. "Look, Sandra, I'll want you in a golf outfit. You pick it out and I'll buy it. Stay away from solid white and be careful of greens and blues. A tartan plaid or something like that. Everything around you is going to be shades of green, just like the blue surrounding Kathy in those transparencies."

"I'll show it to you before I buy it," Sandra laughed. "You make the decision on the colors."

"Great!" Scott said.

"What about makeup?" Sandra asked.

"The fresh, outdoors look," Scott replied.

"Maybe I'd better try that right now and let you take a look. Scott, be honest, do you really think I can do this?"

"Sandra, believe me, I wouldn't ask you if I didn't think you'd be absolutely perfect! After all, I have a lot riding on this job!"

"Okay, I'm game," Sandra laughed. "I'll put on what I think is the fresh, outdoors look and let you take a look."

Sandra walked off toward her apartment and left Kathy standing alone with Scott near the swimming pool.

"Kathy," Scott said, "I'm sorry I can't use you."

"It doesn't matter," Kathy lied. "And I'm glad you're going to use Mom. She's so pretty, isn't she?"

"She certainly is," Scott agreed. "Now, I really have to get to work, honey. I've got a million things to take care of."

"Can I help?"

"Not right now, honey, but I'll need your help tomorrow, if your mother will let you work with me on the lights."

"Sure!" Kathy cried eagerly. "And, oh, I talked to Lisa at school today. She's scared stiff, but she wants to learn. She'll come over right after school on Monday. Her mother will be over in Fort Worth Monday, and it's a perfect time."

"Kathy I'm going to be…" Scott began. He was going to tell her that he'd be too busy to play sex games with Lisa and her on Monday, but then he remembered his fantasy about balling two girls at the same time. Scott knew he might never get another chance like this. "Okay, Monday is great. But up in my apartment, not down in the shop."

"Swell!" Kathy said.

Thursday and Friday were a merry-go-round of activity for Scott. He built the backdrop of sheet rock by himself and set it up. He briefed the art student from SMU on what he wanted and then approved the charcoal sketches the student worked up.

Kathy arrived at the Merrill plant after school and, after a fifteen-minute delay to get her cleaned through security, set to work helping Scott lay the Astroturf and set up the lights.

They borrowed a black tarp from the factory and covered the skylight. Then Kathy painted all of the windows black to darken the room.

Harry Halliday visited the area several times and approved of their progress. He ordered the plant electrician to set up an independent source for Scott's lights and had several men help Scott build a small platform to use for his cameras.

Kathy worked like a trouper both afternoons and Scott told her how much he appreciated it. The fourteen-year-old girl glowed with his praise.

When Sandra arrived Saturday morning, they had everything almost ready.

"Where's Kathy?" Scott asked when Sandra arrived alone.

"She's furious, positively livid," Sandra replied with a smile, "but she had to go on a field trip with her class at school. She'd planned to cut it, and I didn't know about it until her teacher called last night. I insisted she go."

"Well, we'll get along without her, but I want you to know that she's been a real help in all of this."

"I'm glad to see her get out of that damned apartment," Sandra remarked. "But I think we'll have to be careful of the crush she's developing on you, Scott."

Sandra delivered this with a light laugh, but Scott's heart jumped to his throat. So Kathy's mother could see it!

"Of course, I can't say I blame her," Sandra added with a bright smile. "But even in today's liberated world, I think she's just a year or two too young for you."

Scott laughed, hoping his laughter would cover his interior panic and nervousness.

"Say, you look absolutely smashing!" he remarked, changing the subject.

Sandra had chosen a subdued tartan plaid skirt and vest with an off-white blouse. It not only looked very elegant, it showed off her attractive figure. A mature replica of her daughter, Sandra was slender, had long, shapely legs, heavy, full and pointed breasts, and an attractive face surrounded by light gold hair.

"Thank you," Sandra returned with a smile. "I must admit that I feel like Liza Dolittle, though."

"Liza Dolittle should have looked so good," Scott said.

"Thank you, Mister Higgins," Sandra laughed.

"Let's get started," Scott said. "Now, I warn you, Sandra, that this is going to require all the patience you have. It will be long, dull, boring work. So just relax in the golf cart while I work on the lights."

"Say, it's a cute little thing, isn't it?" Sandra commented as she walked up to the golf cart and climbed into the seat.

"It may look cute to you, Sandra," Scott replied with a laugh, "but at this moment it's a monster to me."