Kayla Models Life: Kayla Models Life, #1

By Bridy McAvoy

Kayla's married life has everything she wanted, or so she thought. Married to Ben for three years, a nice house, good job, and a neat circle of friends, she couldn't be happier. Or could she? Despite their active and inventive sex life, Kayla feels somewhat unfulfilled. When Chris, Ben's photographer best friend offers her the chance to model for his next class she's intrigued by the prospect, and the opportunity to scratch that latent exhibitionist itch she'd thought was dormant.
Trouble is, the course is going to run for eight weeks, and getting though week one is going to be hard enough.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bridy McAvoy
• Release date: Nov 23, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223610342

Bridy McAvoy

My name is Bridy, and I live in upstate New York. I’ve written for as long as I can remember, which is thanks to my parents for teaching me to read and write before I went to school. I’ve been fascinated by erotic tales all my adult life, my husband thinks they’re silly but indulges me. I won’t tell you how old I am because a lady never gives away her age. My other interest is photography, but writing will always be my first love, other than my husband of course.

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Dedication

To everyone who helped me write this. Especially my husband who encouraged me to explore my fantasies in print.

Chapter 1

Kayla winced as the phone rang on her desk. She’d almost finished the spreadsheet for the presentation and her train of thought shattered under the insistent buzzing. Sighing, she picked up the phone.

Kayla Robertson, Good morning.

Hi, Kayla, how are you?

The displeasured grimace was replaced by a smile at the bouncy tones of her friend, her seven months pregnant friend, Teri.

Oh, hi, Teri. I’m good. How are you, and more importantly, how’s the frog?

On the other end of the line Teri burst into giggles. The term their husbands had coined for the child growing inside her had stuck and always amused Teri.

We’re both fine. He’s kicking like a trooper. I think he’s getting impatient.

Kayla raised an eyebrow and once more winced, this time at the thought of a child kicking inside her own stomach at some point in the future. She was only twenty-three and Ben only a year older, so they had plenty of time. Chris, Teri’s husband was the other side of thirty, although his wife was nearer her own age.

Busy?

Kayla nodded before remembering her friend was on the phone, the automatic, but unseen, motion making her stifle her own giggle at the absurdity of it.

Yeah, very. It’s like someone kicked over a hornet’s nest around here.

Well, I won’t keep you, honey, if you’re busy. Are you and Ben busy tonight? Got any plans?

Nope.

Great, well, how about coming over for a pizza and a few beers? I might even take a hall pass on the beer myself.

Yeah, right.

Teri’s laugh echoed down the line. The twenty-five year old had so far had a perfect pregnancy, and was a demon for ensuring she only ate and drank the right things.

Well, okay, maybe not for me, but how about it, eight all right?

Kayla knew Ben would go along with the plans. Neither of them had what could be called a hectic social life, and it was a Thursday.

Sure. See you then. Gonna have to split, Teri. You look after yourself and the frog. See you around eight.

’Kay, honey, see you later. Bye.

Bye.

The line clicked clear and Kayla turned back to face the recalcitrant spreadsheet.

* * * *

Kayla waved off the offer of the last slice of Margherita pizza and shuddered as she watched Chris scoop up the last slice of his Pepperoni, Anchovy and Pineapple special. Even the idea of the mixture of spiced meat, tiny salty fish and sweet fruit turned her stomach, but Chris loved it, ordering it as often as possible when Teri allowed them to have a takeout.  She quite liked a simple ham and pineapple but the extra toppings were three steps too far for her. Ben snaffled the last slice of the much plainer Margherita and bit into it with a look of bliss on his face. Kayla made a mental note, not for the first time, to remember to cook pizza at home for him more often, although there was a lot to be said for the take-home version too.

Teri looked over at her and rolled her eyes at the way both men were wolfing down the last of the meal.

Come on, I’ll help you clear away the wreckage while these two bacon pigs wallow in their trough.

Her friend shook her head at Kayla’s offer and looked to her husband. Chris held up a finger while he gulped down the last mouthful of his mean, and then took a long pull at the Bud by his side and cleared his throat.

Actually, Kayla, there’s an ulterior motive for asking you over tonight...

Kayla could see he was actually blushing which surprised her, and she felt the colour rising to her cheeks slightly in response, guessing they were about to be asked to be godparents. Chris’s next remark dispelled that train of thought.

Kayla, I need to ask you a favour, and I want Ben to hear me ask, as he needs to be in agreement too.

That puzzled her and she saw his eyes widen in response to her frown, so he hurriedly ploughed on, his words tumbling out.

As you know, Kayla, I run evening and Saturday classes in photography, now that I don’t do the wedding business anymore – that got too cut-throat. I still do studio and commission work but, for about a year now, I’ve been making almost as much money teaching.

Okay, but I still don’t get how I can help...

To cut a long story short, I have an eight week course starting on Saturday, and I got a call first thing this morning to say my model for the course took a tumble off her horse last night and broke her leg in three places. Frankly, I need a model, and Teri can’t do it for obvious reasons...

Teri giggled and Kayla swivelled her head to look at her friend before she too giggled.

So, we’re hoping you’ll step in so I don’t have to cancel the course.

I see.

She knew she didn’t actually see, but wanted to let him continue. He looked uncomfortable, so there was something more – something he hadn’t yet revealed.

Kayla, I’ll pay you and I’ll pay you well for this. How does four thou sound—that’s five C’s a day?

Kayla felt her mouth drop open and glanced quickly at Ben to see his mouth also hanging open. She was gratified to find she responded first.

What? What did you say? How much?

Both Chris and Teri laughed and Teri leaned over and placed her hand on top of Kayla’s.

He said, four thousand dollars, honey. Five hundred dollars a day, it’s the going rate for this kind of modelling.

Four thousand...Holy shit!

Ben reached for his beer, leaving the field open for Kayla to respond following his interjection.

That’s a lot of money. What am I going to have to...do...?

Kayla trailed off as she realised exactly what kind of modelling paid that kind of money. 

Teri squeezed her hand and then continued.

Sorry, Kayla, I think Chris should have said so outright. It’s topless and nude modelling—not porn, but soft core.

You have to be fracking kidding me!

Kayla made an effort to control her breathing, knowing her voice had climbed several decibels, and she didn’t really want a row with their friends. Chris spoke up into the ensuing silence.

Kayla, you are a beautiful, young woman, and you could carry this off without a problem.

You mean you want to see me nekkid?

I’m a photographer, Kayla. You know I like to see beautiful women unclothed or partially clothed, and I often do so. I think you are truly a beautiful woman. You have a great physique and natural poise. You really would be a natural.

I am not going to put myself on display for you and a group of middle-aged, horny perverts.

They’re not perverts and they’re not all middle-aged. They all want to learn how to take pictures. Besides, I think you’ll enjoy it...

What makes you say that?

Out of the corner of her eye she could see Ben wincing.

Well, I did hear about that evening three years ago—it was the last night of your honeymoon I think...

Kayla turned her face toward Ben who closed his eyes for a moment in anticipation of her anger. She closed her own for a moment to try to control her raging emotions, but in doing so she could picture that night as if it had been only a week ago, not three years ago.

* * * *

Come on, honey, let’s get off the tourist trail for our last night here.

Kayla smiled up at Ben as he stood next to the bed where she was just smoothing her stockings into place. She knew her new husband’s eyes were watching every move of her hands as she caressed the thin nylon into place just below the hem of her sundress.

You mean you want to show me off to a few more people?

No...

He leaned forward, grabbed her elbows and pulled her up into his arms.

I love you, sweetie, I just think we should actually leave the hotel for once.

She knew her throaty laugh was laden with a promise of later, but nodded her head to let him pick a different destination for the evening, rather than simply the hotel restaurant and dance floor they’d frequented every night they hadn’t ordered room service.

An hour later the taxi dropped them off at the Blue Swan and the driver promised to be back for them at eleven. Walking inside the redneck bar was almost exactly as she’d expected it to be—small round tables, half occupied with guys wearing jeans and check, being served by waitresses hopping around in Daisy Dukes and white blouses tied in a knot. She immediately saw every one of the waitresses was at least a 36C, they were showing that much cleavage.

Classy joint.

A long bar ran the length of the back wall, with two pool tables next to each other in the far corner, and a small stage right at the front to complete the place. Ben led her over to a table to one side of the stage and a waitress immediately came over with a menu.

What’ll it be?

Her blouse was tied loose and the shorts modelled a distinctive camel toe. Kayla was impressed with the way Ben completely ignored her looks, concentrating instead on his new wife. She chalked that one up as a brownie point and mentally catalogued what treat to pay him back with in the privacy of their bedroom later.

They settled for burgers and fries, and the obligatory cold Buds, then turned their attention to the band warming up.

Definitely a classy joint.

Hey, it’s got some colour, and I was getting fed up with the posh crowd at the hotel.

Kayla had to admit her husband of seven days was right. Their fellow guests at the hotel could be a bit stuffy—most of them well on the wrong side of fifty, and most of the rest were like themselves, honeymooners, more interested in what happened in their suite than around the pool or in the bars. At least she felt she was in among real people, even if a lot of the men had checked her out as they walked in, and several at the nearer tables were still doing so. She smiled slightly at one who was staring and he flushed and looked away. Fresh from the tiny victory, she relaxed a little just as the waitress reappeared with their beers.

Your burgers will be about ten minutes.

Thank you.

Ben again didn’t take any notice of the bottle blonde’s attempt to get him to look at her. He kept his eyes on his wife. Kayla chalked up another brownie point for him and, again, concentrated on thinking of how to thank him later and, as a result, missed what the waitress said next, although she did notice Ben’s eyes widen.

Sorry?

I said, are you here for the competition, honey?

Competition? You mean talent competition? No.

Talent competition...

The waitress—Kayla belatedly read her nametag as Patsie—laughed.

No, honey, it’s not a talent competition as such—it’s amateur night. You here to swing your tush and give it a go?

For a moment Kayla just looked at her, the words echoing around her head before the connections were made.

You mean it’s an amateur strip competition?

Yeah. I reckon you’d win easy! Especially if those are real stockings you have on under there. The guys in here love stockings. It’s a three hundred dollar prize. Now you in?

Kayla shook her head no in stunned amazement, allowing Ben to speak up for her.

Thanks, but no, I think she’ll pass on that.

Patsie shrugged.

Well, if you change your mind, honey, just call me over and we’ll get you fixed up. Louie, the owner’ll take to the stage in an hour or so to get the contestants up. Don’t blame me if he tries to charm you onto the stage and out of your clothes, sweetie. He don’t like to take no for an answer.

She flounced off and Kayla watched the cheeks of her ass moving in two different directions as she moved toward another table, where a conversation ensued. Although she couldn’t hear them, the frequent glances her way convinced her they were asking Patsie if the new woman was going to take part. Kayla looked around the room, mentally cataloguing the women present, trying to work out which of them would be taking part. After a couple of minutes she’d mentally catalogued about four of them as contestants and her gaze returned to Ben’s amused face.

What? What’s so damned funny?

You.

What?

The way you’ve just been eyeing up the competition.

I have not!

Have too!

I bet you set this up deliberately!

She took a deep breath, conscious she was getting loud enough to be overheard. Ben held both