When Lizzie went into work the morning following the shoot at the house, she found there was a note on her desk from Phil.
Had to go away on business. Won’t be back till late Thursday. Look after the office for me. In your right hand drawer is the money and instructions for the Friday session. I’ll be in the office to take off Friday; all three of you are booked in the parlour from three o’clock. Enjoy the rest. Will make up for lost time over the weekend.
After the strange end to the night before she hadn’t been particularly looking forward to today. Now she and her friends were clear until Friday. That was good news, definitely and news worth sharing. Excitedly she picked up the phone and dialled the house to tell the other two the good news. Carrie was definitely relieved, you could tell from her voice. Susie, now that was a little bit different, she sounded almost disappointed. Given the noises coming from Susie’s bedroom at about one o’clock this morning, Lizzie understood that her friend was a little frustrated. Hell, she was too. She looked across at Phil’s empty desk and blushed as she remembered the session she had had with him on the desk top some sixteen hours earlier.
Oh well, no time for thinking as the first clients of the day walked in.
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By the time Friday afternoon came round all three girls were in reasonably good spirits. Carrie had cheered up considerably and Susie seemed to be working her frustration out with her vibrator every night. The three girls enjoyed the feeling of pampering the beauty parlour treatments provided and were surprisingly happy when they approached the back door to the studio at the time Phil had arranged with Lizzie that morning. They entered the door and froze in shock.
Phil was not alone. Standing talking to him was Andy, Phil’s partner in the studio and the guy who did all of the work there in the daytime.
“Good evening girls, come in, come in. Lizzie, you already know Andy I believe. Carrie and Susie, this is Andy.”
The girls took a collective gulp and hesitantly moved forwards.
“Right, lot to do to make up time; your outfits for the shoot are hanging in the dressing room. Chop. Chop, ladies, let’s get some hustle here please.”
Phil was deliberately giving them no time to voice objections about Andy’s presence in the studio; as ever he was demonstrating who was in command. As the girls filed toward the dressing room, Phil turned back to his conversation with a grinning Andy. On entering the dressing room they found there were three suit carriers hanging up with a name label on each. The three of them looked at each other and then reached for the carrier with their own name on it. For once it was Carrie who moved and opened hers first. Her eyebrows rose as she removed three wisps of black silk from the suit carrier. As she unfolded them and lifted the carrier to show her friends, they could see that she had a black silk baby doll outfit with a knee length black silk peignoir to go with it.
“At least it’s not transparent.” she whispered to the others.