Everybody Needs a Hobby Ch. 15

We did finally manage to get the salads put together and spent the rest of the evening quietly sequestered on the couch, all leaning against one-another, not really caring what was on the big screen.

**Friday morning, around 10:00 **

It had been a productive work week. Everything that was supposed to happen did, and nothing jumped up and bit me on the ass; at work anyway. Things were humming along nicely for Red Brick Photography, Britt and my photo business. She worked away steadily on our current project, the custom car/swimsuit calendar for a local body shop. She was also hard at work on marketing the business and had even had another phone call from the allusive redhead that was interested in shooting some provocative photos for her boyfriend who was overseas.

John, my old friend who tired of retirement and opened a beach clothing store gave me a call. "Hey John," I answered, "long time no speak. I meant to call about the family emergency you had last weekend, but I never know how to bring these things up, so...now that I guess I did, I hope everything is okay."

"Yeah, "John kind of chuckled and I could visualize his contagious smile. "I wouldn't have called it an emergency, but it seems that I'm the only one in what's left of my family that has a lick of sense. I had to go play mediator for my sister and some of her family. It's a long story and sometime when we have plenty of time to get good and shit-faced, I'll tell you about it. Bottom line, I was glad to get the hell away from them and back to the store and the girls, which is what I'm really calling about. Have you got a minute?"

"For you buddy, anytime; what's up?"

"Well the store is doing great and both Gina and Kate are incredible and I couldn't imagine how it would have gone if I hadn't had them from the beginning; particularly Kate. That girl has a real business sense and is an absolute delight to be around. Hell, if I was thirty years younger, I'd be chasing her around the back room of the store. As it is, well hell, I'd adopt her in a heartbeat." Pausing, he continued; "So anyway, earlier I talked about putting a website together and look into selling over the internet. Well, it looks like it would work and I have a lot of good suppliers and such, but the real reason I guess I'm thinking of doing it is that once summer is over, the store will probably see a lot less traffic and I really want to keep the girls employed when they go back to school; that is if they want to."

"I'm sure they'd love to keep working for you after school starts again," I said, "so if I'm hearing you right, you want to get a mail-order business going and maybe limit the store hours?"

"Great minds think alike," chuckled John. "So early on, your girl Britt talked about helping with the website and of course, I'd like you to do all the pictures for it. I think both Kate and Gina could help out too, what with the pricing and descriptions and whatever else we need to stick in that thing."

I had to laugh at John's comments; he is not a big one for keeping up with technology. "Yeah, when the girls get together, they are of definitely of one mind," I said, tongue-in-cheek, "so yeah, you have a pretty good crew there to make the website happen, and as far as photography goes, that little Kate has got a good eye and she's shot some pretty spectacular things here," thinking about some of the more, how shall we put it, erotic shots that she has taken of the girls and I.

"Well hell, that's great, I'll have to ask her about that and see if she would be interested in being the in-house photographer, I mean if that's okay with you," he said.

"Yeah," I said, "that'd be fine. Between my real job and getting the studio going, I'm plenty busy. And since all the girls live at my place with the studio, you can use it whenever you need to, but I think you'll want to do some location shots too."

"I'll leave that up to the girls and speaking of them and you all living together, I was going to ask how that's going; but seeing how happy the two of them are when they come to work now, I'd have to guess that it's working out okay."

John paused, waiting for an answer and I said, "Well, if you believe in fate and those kinds of things, I guess that it was just supposed to be. Britt was here more times than not and when the great flood forced them out of their house, I just happened to have plenty of room, so what the hell. I went from living by myself in a house hidden inside a huge warehouse, to living in a house, surrounded by a growing photography studio with three resident models. I'd have never dreamed it, much less planned it, so I guess I believe in fate."

"Well that's good then. I'll talk to the girls and get started. I want to pay you for Britt's time that she works on the website though, so make sure that she keeps track of that."

"Yeah, we'll see John; just like you've billed me for the swimsuits we've used for the calendar shoot so far," I laughed. "We'll talk to you later partner."

"Okay George, thanks again for everything. Stop by someday and I'll buy you lunch."

"Now that's a plan; take care," and I hit end.

** Ten minutes later **

My Bluetooth chimed in my ear, another incoming call; "This is George," I answered.

"Hi babe, it's me," came a less than exuberant squeak from my baby.

"What's the matter baby," I asked Britt, "You don't sound like yourself."

"Ya know how I said that I thought we would get one or maybe two cars today for the calendar?"

"Sure, I remember and they weren't positive what cars they would be; so what's the matter?" my mind reeling, thinking of all the bad things that could happen. Had a car fallen off the flatbed? Had she moved one and driven it into a wall? I shuddered to think.

"Well one of them is a big blue and red car with the number 43 on it and the poor truck driver had to climb through the window to get it off the truck."

"Holy shit! Does it say Dodge or STP on it?"

"Yeah, how did you know?"

"That's a Richard Petty Dodge Charger. Someone's a big Petty fan; that's really cool"

"Whatever," she answered; "but the other car isn't cool at all; it gives me willies!"

Trying to keep from laughing, not completely succeeding, I asked; "So what is it?"

It's a hearse George! It's a car that carried around dead people. I don't want to go near it George."

"Calm down baby. So is it a, well is it a plain ol' Cadillac Hearse, ya know, with a mortuary name on it?"

"I don't know if it's a fucking Cadillac or not George," she said, clearly still upset"; I'm not gonna get close enough to it to read it. I don't see a name on it, but I think I see flames or some kind of detailing behind the front wheels

I had to hold it in to keep from laughing, "Babe, it sounds like a hot rod someone made out of an old hearse. Give the agency a call and make sure that we got the right car. We should let them know they got there safely anyway."

"Alright, I'm sorry lover that I got so shook, it's just that things like this just creep me out."

"Well remind me to never bring home any scary movies to watch."

"Yeah, that'd be a household rule unless you want me peeing on the couch. I can't watch horror movies and while we're at it, I don't like movies where animals or children are hurt or in danger."

"All right babe; so no Bambi or Ol' Yeller or anything like that; gotcha."

"Thank you babe," she answered, sounding much happier. "I'll call about the cars and if they are the right ones, what do you want to do about swimsuits to go with them?

"I'm betting the hearse is black?" I asked.

"Yes....?" She answered cautiously.

Unable to resist, I said, "Well with your blonde hair and either a black or white suit, I think......"

"George...." she whined, "I can't pose with that thing...please George?" now sounding really upset.

Now I felt like shit, "No baby, I was just kidding, I wouldn't ask you to pose with the car," trying to sound as sincere as I could. "When you call, find out how long we have with the cars and we can always get the suits tomorrow. Do we know when the girls are working this weekend?"

"I'll call one of them after I talk to the agency and if they need them back quick, I'll give you a call; okay?"

"Sounds good babe, and if I haven't already told you today; I love you."

"Oh baby, I love you too and I'm sorry I got upset and if you want me to pose with it, I will but..." and the old Britt was back..."it'll cost you," she said with a sexy lilt and then hung up the phone.

** Just before lunch **

"This is George," I answered.

"Hi baby, it's the scaredy cat again."

"Hi lover," I laughed, "so what's up?"

"Well, the damn Hearse is the right car as is the Dodge and they aren't in a big hurry for either of them."

"Okay, good. Not that it matters then, but what's the girls work schedule at the store for this weekend?"

"Uh, Kate works tomorrow and they both may have to work Sunday, but only part of the day; they're not sure yet. I guess they're interviewing another girl. I didn't get to talk to Kate long, but she was sounded real excited and said something about a website and something else and then she had to hang up."

"Oh that's right; I didn't tell you when you called earlier. I talked to John and he wants to talk to you and the girls about getting started on his website and some other things. I'll explain it all later, but I just had a brilliant idea. My day is pretty much taken care of; what are you doing the rest of the afternoon?"

"Ummm, I don't know," she replied in her best Mae West voice; "what have you got in mind big boy?" giggling as she covered the mouthpiece.

"Goofball," I said, "how about some shopping?"

"Ooo, shopping, count me in. Where are we going?"

"I'm not entirely sure yet, I need to do some research. I'll know by the time I pick you up; say in about an hour?"

"Okay; ya gonna buy me lunch too?" she asked, still in the seductress mode.

"Yes," I laughed, "I'll buy you lunch too. I'll see you in about an hour."

** Around noon, Friday **

I pulled into the open warehouse door to find Britt patiently waiting at the front door of the house. She was dressed in a short sundress with sandals on her feet and her long blonde hair pulled back in a pony-tail; she couldn't have looked any cuter.

"Hi beautiful," I said as I pulled up to the house.

Britt leapt into my arms and kissed like we'd been apart for ages. "I'm glad you got the afternoon off," she said, hugging me tight.

"Me too," I said as I spied the two new cars over in the corner. Giving her butt a squeeze, I let her back down on her feet; "Give me a minute to get a peek at the cars and then we'll go, okay?"

"Yeah, okay. I'll just wait here."

I smiled and gave her another peck and then went to check out the cars. The hearse was definitely a souped-up old Cadillac; but the one I was really interested in was the Petty Dodge. Someone had done a nice job of making a street legal show car out of the old Dodge and I knew that my idea of how I wanted to shoot it would be great. I walked back to my truck as Britt climbed in, taking her spot in the center of the bench seat.

"Oh yeah," I was reminded as I jumped out to close the big rolling warehouse door; "my buddy will be here next week to put an operator on this beast."

"Oh, that'll be great," Britt said as she placed her hand on my thigh as we drove off down the street. "It has been kind of entertaining to watch Kate open and close it though," she giggled. "So, where are we off to," she asked, running her hand up and down my thigh.

"Well," I replied as I reciprocated, placing my hand on her bare leg, squeezing it lightly; "We can either do lunch first or shopping. Guess it depends on if you're hungry or not."

"I can always eat," she said sexy-like as she caressed my crotch; "How long will shopping take?"

"I haven't a clue, so let's eat first," my hand making headway under her dress hem. "Have any preferences?"

"You know what I'd like, but it's not all that nutritious," she giggled as she felt me respond to her touch. "I don't need anything fancy. We could do a deli or even drive-thru if you want. I'd be happy to eat here in the truck," squeezing me again and spreading her legs a little to give me better access.

"Okay," I said, shifting in my seat; "Before I wreck the truck, I know there's a drive-thru Subway on the way, so how does that sound?"

"Sounds perfect to me," as she leaned over and nuzzled my neck. "Where are we going shopping anyway?" she whispered with her tongue in my ear.

I nearly over-shot the entrance as she played with my stiffness through my khaki shorts. "Hang on," I warned as I bounced her side of the truck over the curb. Hang on evidently meant 'squeeze my dick harder' and I was lucky she didn't bite my ear off. Britt squealed as we rebounded into the parking lot and fell into line at the drive thru.

"So where are we going?" she asked again as we looked over the menu board.

"We're going to a western wear shop, "I replied as the garbled request for our order came over the speaker. I managed to get across what we wanted and pulled forward, resigned to the fact that we'd be lucky to really get what we ordered, but who cared when your girl was trying to jack you off through your pants; and your hand was firmly planted against her wet, panty-clad pussy.

We got our food and circled around to the back of the shopping center and parked in a secluded area under a large tree. Giving in that it was going to take two hands each to eat, we enjoyed a tongue-strangling kiss and then settled in to lunch.

"So," as she started pulling the onions off the sandwich, that we specifically asked to be left off; "what are we looking for, denim bikinis or something?"

"No," I said, shaking my head as I too had to deconstruct my sub. "Richard Petty, the driver of the 43 wears kind of a signature cowboy hat, so I thought it would be slick to incorporate that into the shot. I want to put you in a pair of boots, the hat and maybe a pair of daisy dukes with a bikini top. I think that would look sexy as hell."

Her hand had found its way back to my crotch again; "I think maybe you're right, that could look really hot. I don't have a pair of cut-offs, but I have an old pair of jeans I'd be more than willing to donate to the cause." Britt looked at me and smiled as she felt my reaction to her caress.

It took all the self control I could muster not to pitch my sandwich out the window and lay her down and have her for lunch, but previous events had already proven how less-than-comfortable it was fucking in the front seat of the truck. "Behave," I said, "Let's eat and get going, I'm not sure how easy it's going to be to get the hat that I want. We may have to go to more than one store."

"Okay," she pouted, unconvincingly, and went back to eating. Lunch out of the way, we hit the road and soon pulled into the western shop.

It doesn't seem to matter what kind of store it is, or what they are selling, Britt acts like a little kid in a toy store at Christmas. "Oh look," she said gleefully, looking at all the different western boots. They were all colors and styles. Some had taller shafts that covered more of the calf and there was any number of heel configurations and the prices varied greatly too. It was no surprise that Britt's favorites wandered to the more expensive side of the pasture.

She tried on numerous pair and I had to admit that she looked cute as hell in the tall boots and the short dress. A salesgirl came over to ask if we needed any help. I put the young redhead at about 22 or 23 years old. She had on a pair of skin-tight jeans with the legs tucked into the tops of her boots. Her top was a western-style, long-sleeve with pearl snaps, the top two or three never to be used due to her profound breasts. Her freckled cleavage enhanced the view greatly and Britt caught me taking it in, smiling and shaking her head in surrender.

"What do you think of these?" Britt answered as she stood and twirled causing her dress to billow out, exposing her legs all the way to the bottom of her sweet ass.

The cowgirl never missed a beat as she took in the sites; "They look really good with that set of legs you have there. That's a good shaft length for your height and the turquoise color looks good with your skin and hair color. Are you going to wear them with dresses or will you wear them with jeans too?"

"Uh, I'm not sure, maybe both; why?" answered my sexy blonde.

"Well," said the red-headed wrangler, stepping up to my girl; "See how tight the shaft is to your leg," demonstrating by bending down and sliding the palm of her hand down the back of her calf until her fingers slid in between the boot and her leg. Britt shivered at the girl's touch, while I shivered at the view down the front of her shirt.

"You'll have a tough time getting your pants down inside the boot if they're this snug," she said as she worked her hand up and down her calf a couple times. "That is if you do tuck in the leg. Some women wear them over the boot, but with a boot this pretty, I think it's a shame to hide it. With this dress, they're perfect, just enough room not to chafe;" still moving her hand; "but not so loose they look too big;" and then finally removing her hand and standing back upright.

"What do you think?" the sales pro asked me, suspiciously spying the shadows on the front of my shorts. Britt fought back a giggle as she saw I'd been caught.

"Uh..." I stammered, "I think they look great," trying to hold my ground. "Do you think the color works with denim?" I asked, grasping for a line.

The girl gave me a 'weren't you listening to me' look and I continued. "Actually, these are for a photo shot and I think Britt will be wearing a pair of cut-off denims in the shot."

"Oh, so you're a photographer and she's your model?" she asked, giving Britt another once over, head to toe. Britt smiled and executed another pirouette.

"Yeah," I said, "and we're also looking for a hat. We're doing a shot with a replica stock car."

"Oh cool," she said excitedly, "whose car?"

"Uh, Richard Petty," I said, figuring this young thing would have no idea who I was talking about anymore than Britt had.

"Oh, The King...number 43!" she said nearly jumping up and down. "Follow me, I have the perfect hat!"

Britt and I had to pick up our pace to keep up with the enthusiastic race fan. Britt grabbed my ass as I focused on the Wrangler-clad one leading us to the hat section. I wrapped my arm around Britt as she clomped along beside me in her turquoise Dan Post boots and kissed her on the side of her noggin. We turned the corner at the end of the aisle and found our red-headed wrangler half-way up a ladder reaching for a 'Charlie 1 Horse Hat' brand box. She stopped and looked down at Britt," Black or Bone?"

Britt looked up at her and shrugged her shoulders and then looked at me. Before I could answer, the girl answered her own question; "Black, definitely black. You don't know your hat size do you sugar?"

Britt giggled and smiled at the young woman, obviously liking the 'sugar' moniker. "I'm sorry hon, I don't have a clue." Her response earned her a smile and a wink; "We'll start with my size. Here, can I get you to take this?" as she twisted to hand down the large hat box. I reached up and took the box from her as she made her way back down the ladder. With me still holding the box, she took off the lid and extracted a beautiful felt hat with a large feather hat band that nearly covered the front of the crown of the hat.

"Wow, that's gorgeous," Britt exclaimed as she let the smiling young cowgirl place it on her head like she had just won a beauty pageant. "Yes you are," blushed the red-headed stranger as she tilted the hat slightly on the contrasting blonde hair of my girl. Britt blushed too as she turned and looked at herself in the mirror.