Picture Imperfect Christmas

By R. Richard

Black Julius and white Ashley always exchange e-mail Christmas cards. Julius is the son of black servants for Ashley's parents.
However, Julius gets an early e-mail from Ashley.
Ashley is in trouble. It seems that Ashley is worried about some photos that she posed for. She has to get the photos back.
Julius gets the photos of Ashley and other white ladies back.
Ashley has a nice income from a trust that her parents had set up, but the income is contingent upon her good behavior.
It seems that one William, poor but lecherous boy, has somehow obtained copies of Ashley's photos and has threatened to post them on a web site and ruin Ashley financially. However, if Ashley will screw William, he won't post the photos. Ashley is smart enough to see that she'll become William's slave if she does what he wants.
Julius figures out how to defeat William by getting the nude photos declared fake. Julius uses the photos that he's obtained and alters the photos, so that they're fakes. That gets the white ladies off the hook.
It turns out that the only witness who can place Ashley at the photographer's studio is a black man, who's dead flat broke at Christmas.
Julius see that donations are made to the local black church and that the witness has a decent Christmas, in return for a signed statement that Ashley was never seen near the photographer's studio.
Ashley then uses her family position to have William jailed.
The ladies in the photos then come by to thank Julius for rescuing them from social disgrace.
The white ladies' thanks involve quite a bit of really hot interracial sexual action, with Julius.
It's a Christmas to remember

• Language: English
• Publisher: R. Richard
• Release date: Dec 16, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466121768

R. Richard

I'm the co-author, with Sunset Thomas, of Anatomy of An Adult Film.I have 48 novels and over 299 short stories currently published.I spent my early years in the part of Los Angeles known as the South Central. I was known as Whi' Boy, which was sufficient to identify me in that place. I'm a skilled Kung Fu player, using a system that I learned from a Korean I knew only as 'Pak.' It would be easier to tell you the places that Pak wasn't wanted by the police, rather than the places where he was wanted by the police. Pak's Kung Fu system, augmented by some bits and pieces from some Chinese practitioners is quick and effective, or I wouldn't be alive today.My early education was mostly obtained by stealing books from the public library (I always returned them and the Librarian even began to provide me with reading lists.) I did go to high schools, but I never really learned anything there. I eventually graduated from the University of California at Los Angeles, UCLA, with a degree in mathematics.I work as a Systems Analyst and also make a part of my living as a professional gambler (legal in Nevada.) I write science fiction and erotica. My published novels are:Anatomy of An Adult Film (With Sunset Thomas)1. Second Chance: God Killer2. Second Chance: Sky Pirate3. Second Chance: Scroll Seeker4. Second Chance: King of The Islands5. Second Chance: King of Zaya6. Second Chance: Duke of Averon7. Second Chance: King of Golomon8. Second Chance: King Of The Sky9. Second Chance: Warlord of Ifrequeh10. Second Chance: King of Ariby11. Second Chance: King of Mesodania12. Second Chance: King of Avuls13. Second Chance: King of Kemet14. Second Chance: King of Zorran15. Second Chance: King of Two Worlds16. Second Chance: King of Averon17. Second Chance: King's Duties18. Second Chance: King of The New WorldAdventurer: Simulation ProblemAdventurer: Pannar ProblemA Programmer's GambitAmateur StripperBeach MurdersBondage HouseCorporate Sex SlavesFriday NightGo Naked In The SoftwareGrasshopper WinterInvoluntary NudeLayoffNot A HeroPirates of The KeysSummer of SexThe LakeThe Last Moon DanceThe Nude Adventures of Plain JaneThe Secret Life of Wanda WilsonTails of the Pussycat LoungeTo Keep A JobTopless RestaurantToy WhoresVix: The MarineWayward BoyShort Stories:A Christmas Visit

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Picture Imperfect Christmas

By R. Richard © 2023

Each Christmas time, I e-mail Ashley a Christmas card. You see, from the time we were eight years old until we were 16 years old, as unlikely as it might seem, rich Ashley and poor Julius lived in the same house.

My parents were God fearing, church going, black servants for Ashley’s parents. Despite my fine ancestry and my righteous upbringing, ol’ Julius done turned out bad.

I split when I was 16 years old and fell in with bad companions. Fortunately, I was badder than they were and also smarter than they were. My companions and I bent a few laws and made a lot of money. I split before the police caught up with the rest of my companions and, at the age of 21, found myself rich and very skilled. Unfortunately, most of my skills tend to be om areas that are a bit illegal. Fortunately, I’m now rich enough that I can pick my spots as far as moneymaking enterprises go.

It’s getting on in December and I’m about due to send my yearly e-mail Christmas card to Ashley, when I get an e-mail from Ashley. Now, I always get an e-mail back from Ashley when I send my Merry Christmas e-mail. However, this e-mail is different.

Ashley is in trouble and I’m the only one she has to turn to who might be able to help her. She tells me about the problem and asks for my help.

I e-mail back that I’m on my way and I’ll need a pick up at the Greyhound depot about an hour and a half from her house. I also give her my bus schedule.

I ride the bus to where Ashley waits.

She picks me up in her sedan, as I asked her to, instead of her red convertible. Ashley is glad to see me, but scared. Now, as back when, Ashley is a tallish blonde lady with a pretty face and a fantastic body.

It seems that Ashley is worried about some photos that she posed for. She has to get the photos back.

I ask her who took the pictures.

Ashley names a photographer who has had a studio in town for many years.

I have Ashley drive me to what’s a pleasant tree lined street in the day and a dark hole at night. I have Ashley scrunch down, so that it looks like nobody is in the car. I tell her to wait for an hour, if I’m not back by then, I’m in jail.

I sneak down the street to the back of a row of offices. The door I’m looking for is the back door of a photography studio. The back door has a key lock, mainly so the photographer, when he wants to, can sneak models in the back way without anyone knowing. I have an electronic key that will open almost anything.

I get in through the back door and shut off the alarm I had helped install, back when I was just a high school kid, who worked cheap. I’m quick enough so that the alarm doesn’t sound, despite the fact that I have to overcome the security system first. Once I'm inside the studio, I find the big floor safe the photographer uses and I crack the rather outmoded lock. Inside are photo series of several of the wilder,