Vanity and Lust

Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. I do not make money from these stories. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.

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Miami Beach, Florida

July 2020

The blinding rays of light from the sun above pierced through a typical clear blue sky on what made for a hot August day. The afternoon hours had rolled in by now with the clock just a few minutes beyond 2 PM. There was no wind to offer any sense of a relieving cool breeze through the summer heat. A shade was offered from the tall palm trees outlooking a nearly empty beach with waves crashing through the sand in the distance. It wasn't normal to see so few people on a beach, but so far this year had already proven to be an exceptional one for the history books. Despite the sizzling heat, at least a day like this provided for a good piece of scenery for a photoshoot. Standing in the grass in a pair of blue flip flops, a man adjusted his sunglasses while glancing forward at the paved walkway separating the park area from the sandy beach. He wore a white and blue striped collar shirt and beige colored cargo shorts.

Behind the man was Ocean Drive and the line of Art Deco themed hotels that usually resided a tourist attraction for Miami Beach. In a year of a hard pandemic, business may have been slow involving the hotels. Whatever the case, it didn't matter to Francis Johnson, as he had his own upscale home on Sunset Island Two. At forty-three years of age, he had lived the better part of his life working as a photographer in and out of Miami. His early career was focused upon filming fashion modelling with runway shows and professional shoots sold to premier magazines. That had changed nearly a decade ago when he financed his own studio and moved to work in glamour modelling. Francis had made his start with Blue Shot Photography by traveling to England and working alongside another company from within the UK glamour modelling industry.

It was from his time over the pond Francis had made several contacts involving the big names of the glamour industry, having the privilege to photograph many of them in the final days of a once booming business. As time had moved on and the glamour industry collapsed, he sometimes sat and reminisced over the fun times he shared alongside such women who were once household names thanks to appearing on Page 3 and having spreads printed in lads mags. Five years ago he returned to Miami and began working with up and coming glamour models from the U.S. who would make their names known through the use of social media. In the mean time, he returned to working fashion photo shoots and some runway shows to earn more money with his cinematography skills. In a hard year like this, Francis was fortunate that his business had not been hit too hard. The sum beamed down over his clean shaved face as his brown eyes shifted to the right, following the camera that was fixated on a special woman.

The camera had a view focusing upward at the vision of a buxom woman and her busty chest barely contained in a zip up, long sleeved leopard pattern jacket. Dark brown hair fixed up in a pony tail as big brown eyes gazed down at the camera. Her massive breasts bounced slightly due to the movement of her hand tugging down over the jacket. A black zipper down the middle could be seen dangling as she raised her right hand and nearly pulled back one flap of the jacket, teasing the camera with her blank expression on her face. Francis stepped back as the woman began to walk, heels clacking loudly over the pavement down below. The sun had made it's radiating appearance from behind her head when he was forced to adjust the camera upward, following her around in a clockwise rotation. She adjusted the zipper on her jacket once more, raising it up slightly as her breasts seemed that they would burst out from the outfit at any moment. As she raised up her hand and smiled, Francis used his free hand to signal her a quick thumbs up. Curving her lips in a grin, Kelly Brook flashed her pearly white teeth as she smiled back to the camera.

At forty years old, the legendary English glamour model had only aged into a goddess, as Francis enjoyed thinking to himself. With thicker curves and a heavier bust to her amazing chest, Kelly had quietly demonstrated a high level of confidence to still be participating in glamour modelling. Down below, her stomach was visible as she wore a pair of booty shorts that matched in leopard pattern. The final piece of her outfit was a pair of black high heels. She walked her way around Francis, sitting down over the small short concrete wall dividing the beach from the park. The tall palm trees above offered shade that beat the sun light away in the distance and offered for a good set piece of several shots from Francis' camera. He was still set for video recording as Kelly smiled at him, flashing her teeth once more. She used her right hand to whip her ponytail around, knowing that the camera was still filming her every action through the passing frames of seconds.

Francis had been privileged with knowing Kelly for the past six years, but this had been the first time he had the honor of working a photo session with her. When he worked in Britain in the past, he focused all his time with a number of glamour models who worked in and out of magazine publications. Kelly had always been known as a queen in the glamour industry, the one woman who had set the trends and bars of success at such a high level. All of that felt like a lifetime ago, back when Francis had only dreamed of working alongside her. It was an honor and a true career peak to receive her phone call last month to negotiate a photo shoot that would go into her 2021 calendar. Despite not working together, he had met Kelly many times, only leading him to think years ago they would potentially be working together on a set. Now he had that time, not far from his own home in Miami. As she gazed into the camera, he offered a subtle grin that she couldn't see from behind the portable black machine.

"Are you still filming me or are we ready to snap some photos?"

Her heavy British accent always sounded so cute to Francis' ears. He gave her a nod and then adjusted his camera by pressing a few buttons on the side.

"We can go ahead and start the photo shoot, if that's what you want."

Curving her pink lips into a subtle smirk, Kelly appeared to be most satisfied.

"That would be a pleasure. Let's begin, shall we?"

With only one outfit to spare so far in the day, Francis was confident Kelly would make the best out of it. She stepped around the paved walkway beneath the palm trees and then it was up to him to make the best of this scenery for snapping some photos. The wind quietly blew in the distance to rustle through the leaves of the tree. Kelly began by placing her hands onto her hips and offering a seductive smile back at the camera. With her hair curled up into a pony tail, all focus on her extraordinary 34E cup breasts begging to pop free from her tight outfit. Francis snapped the photo, followed by an additional three snaps for bonus stills. Once he was done, he gave Kelly a quiet nod, raising his hand to offer her a thumbs up. From there, she moved into a new position, offering a side view for the next set of photos to be snapped.

As the photo session proceeded, Francis began to wander his mind elsewhere. It was easy to become distracted when you were standing behind a camera and focusing the lens on Kelly Brook's amazing body. She undid her hair from the pony tail, allowing her long brunette locks to flow freely down the sides and draping beyond her shoulders. Her facial expressions were enough to tease Francis, reminding him of other British models in the past he had photographed. At her age now and a much thicker body, the man couldn't help but feel she had grown more beautifully over time. Any time he had a woman from his past like Kelly behind the camera, Francis remembered those fine times and good old days when he worked in the British glamour modelling industry. The more photos he shot of her, the longer he wanted to daydream back to those glory days.

"I think it's time for a new outfit. I don't know how you're able to deal with me just wearing this skimpy jacket so far."

Kelly's words were enough to snap him out of the fantasy world. She stepped away from the set and Francis offered her a nod before she spoke again.

"How about we go back to your place? We can use your living room as a studio."

The grin across her lips was enough to melt him. Francis couldn't believe Kelly would offer such a place. Giving her a nod, he quickly replied.

"I thought you'd never ask. Let's have lunch first and then we can get back to work."

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2 HOURS LATER

Across the wall of the living room, Kelly stood in a matching lingerie outfit. The two pieces of a bra and thong were in a bright pink color. She stood against the wall with her right hand pushing down onto her hip and using her left hand to play with strands of her hair. Lips slightly parted revealing her pearly white teeth as she gazed back at the camera with this face of seduction. Francis snapped several photos while seated behind his camera station. The pink outfit was the final change of clothes after Kelly had went through. She had brought with her to Miami, a suitcase of outfits that she wanted for this calendar shoot. The pink lingerie was the final outfit and was handpicked by Francis himself after Kelly offered him a choice.

Once Francis had taken her back to his home, the two shared lunch together in the kitchen where they had engaged in conversations together. Francis was quick to remind Kelly of his nostalgia he had for the old glamour industry. From there, they talked about the magazines and a handful of other models Francis had worked with years ago. Kelly had teased him about a rumor she heard involving him and Lucy Pinder. Such a rumor had passed on through the years that another photographer caught Francis and Lucy partying in Ibiza. Maybe it was her best intention to see him blush and then try to deny it at first, but that only led to a discussion regarding a handful of other ladies. Kelly was not interested in hearing about new up and coming American models Francis had worked with. It seemed to him, that she had to remind the man that she still felt that she held a throne back home with the industry now completely gone.

Such conversations remained on his mind through the hours as they wrapped up the sessions for her calendar. Tomorrow would be a busy day for Francis as he had to upload all of the photos and begin contrast editing, all with Kelly alongside him at the computer. He thought about what awaited them the next day as she moved from the wall of his living room and came strutting her way towards him. Her massive tits bounced with each step she made. A subtle grin was all she needed for an expression, twirling her left hand index finger around her hair in a teasing manner. Kelly walked right over to the camera work station, placing her hands down onto her knees as she bent over. When Francis turned to his left, he was greeted with her giant boobs hanging towards his face.

"I love this one, but it's a little too bright."

Her British accent was strong in her voice. Francis glanced at her breasts, thinking for a moment how much he would love to be smothered with them. As he glanced back at the monitor screen of his camera, he replied.

"I can darken it a bit, maybe cast some shadows."

"Yeah, I'd like that. This room really is dark. You didn't use flash, so I don't know why it came out so bright."

"It's just the digital processing of my camera. We can fix it up tomorrow."

"That would be excellent."

When Francis gazed up, he saw Kelly flashing her teeth in a full smile. His eyes fell down slightly, starring at her breasts once more and then seeing her grin at him before she stepped away. He was left sitting in his small stool, tending to the camera once more as Kelly walked out from the living room. Francis was able to take a great view of her amazing ass from behind, with the thong tucked down the crack. All throughout the day she had worn various outfits that they photographed from his living room after leaving South Beach. He preferred a simple setting, keeping the entire focus of his snapped pictures to be over Kelly and her voluptuous body. The backgrounds and scenery were meaningless to both of them, though some photographers may have disagreed with his approach. All that mattered for Francis was keeping Kelly happy since she was paying for his services.

"I'm done for the day, if you don't mind."

She spoke while turning around and placing her hands onto her hips. Kelly teased him with a simple pose, now watching as Francis got up from his little stool. The living room was quite large with white furniture matching the plain color of the walls. Francis didn't take much for interior decorating, as all he did was buying a matching white leather couch and lounge chair. Not sharing his home with anyone else gave him an easy excuse to be lazy with his money. He got up from the stool, stepping away from his camera station. After they had made it back to his home, he took it upon himself to take his shoes off and change into a pair of a simple black lounge shorts and white T-shirt. Kelly offered him her hand and spoke.

"I wouldn't mind a tour of your house, since I didn't get one earlier."

Francis laughed at her, taking her hand into his. Kelly pulled him forward and began to wander out from the living room and back into the hall.

"Well, you didn't ask me for a tour when we got here."

"True, but we had to eat lunch, right? And then we had a photo shoot. Besides, all you've really shown me so far is the kitchen, living room and one of the guest rooms downstairs."

Standing in the hallway, Francis turned to face her and couldn't help but get distracted by her huge tits down below her face. It was already one thing to have Kelly standing in her lingerie, but now standing so close to her. His eyes shot back at her and he attempted to hide his grin as a response.

"Yeah, there's two guest rooms downstairs... but my bedroom is upstairs."

Placing her hands on her hips once more, she stepped backwards a bit into the wall. Biting down onto her lower lip below, Kelly waited before responding.

"Mmmmmmm, you're feeling a bit cheeky today, are you?"

Not wanting to blush again, Francis gave her a smirk and simply nodded to her.

"What can I say? We've known each other for more than a few years now and I've got you standing here in my house barely wearing anything. What do you expect me to say, Kelly?"

Without answering him at first, Kelly stepped away from the wall and moved forward to him. She had to have guessed his eyes would glance downward at her thick buttocks below. Her hair whipped as she grinned at him from across her right shoulder. Kelly treated herself, walking her bare feet down the hallway as if she was going to tour the house all by herself. Francis followed behind her and led her to a spiraling staircase that went upstairs. Moving to her left side, Francis pointed up the white painted stairs.

"Shall we go up? Or do you want a tour outside to see my boring ass swimming pool?"

Kelly giggled at his words.

"I take it you aren't in the mood to take a swim with me, huh?"

"You're not wearing a swimsuit."

Once again, she laughed at him. Kelly stepped towards the stairs and rubbed her right hand over the glossy wooden rail above the white painted bars. She raised her hand after a few seconds, motioning with him by bending her index finger. Once Francis stepped his way behind her, Kelly began to stomp up the stairs. Unfortunately for him, he would not be able to witness the shaking bounce of her breasts with each hard step she took. She began to speak as they walked up together, both of them clutching onto the rail.

"So... Since I brought everything to your place instead of calling a hotel, I guess now is the time for me to ask if I can stay in your mansion."

"Sure, you want a guest room?"

Once she reached the top step, Kelly turned around and smirked to him. She watched as Francis made it up the final step then began to walk backwards, as if to make him catch up with her. Yet again, his eyes shifted down below at her giant tits contained in that large pink bra.

"If I wanted a guest room, I wouldn't be searching for the master bedroom right now."

Still stepping her way down the upper hallway, Kelly's eyes glanced to a door on her left side. As she continued to step backwards, another door was to the right side. She smirked forward at Francis and spoke.

"So which one is it?"

"This one."

Francis spoke while pointing to her left hand side with his finger. She grabbed the knob and opened it, inviting herself directly into his bedroom and having a look around.

"Hmmmm, not bad for your favorite room, I suppose."

By the time Francis had stepped into the doorway, Kelly had not turned on the light. For there was little need with the mini blinds pulled back to allow the sunlight to beam into the room. Like the other rooms of the mansion, the walls were a simple white color though they appeared to be faded into a cream like aged hue. Her eyes scanned across the room, looking over how tidy the space was. A large bed with black sheets was in the middle of the room. Across from it was the closet and a small desk. Francis had a few framed portraits on the wall; all of them containing a model from his past. Such photographs were his most proud and cherished work. The frames were lined up on the wall opposite of the windows. Kelly stepped her way over, resting her hands on her hips as she looked at the photos and could easily recognize every woman in them.

"Ahhhh, It always slips my mind that you worked at Nuts and that other lads mag back home."

Kelly spoke up while glancing over the framed photos. A whole row of six, four of them containing the same girl and spaced out with a few in between. As Francis made his way towards her, she uttered more words.

"Lucy, Lucy... I think it's clear who was your favorite... before me."

A total of four framed photographers hung on the wall with Lucy Pinder in them. Francis couldn't help but smirk, as he was truly proud to have worked alongside her at the height of her career. He remembered the short conversation he and Kelly had back in the kitchen during lunch. She had already teased him about his affair with Lucy once, so he was expecting it to come again from her choice of words.

"Yeah, I had a lot of fun with her through the years. She was fantastic."

"Do you still talk to her?"

"No. I haven't spoken to Pinder in a long time now. Not since I came back to the U.S."

"Oh, really?"

She turned her head to glance at him, offering a smug grin. Francis continued on talking.

"Yeah, the last time I saw her was right before she retired. That was a rough time with all the magazines folding up, you know?"

"Oh yes, I remember..."

Crossing his arms, Francis gave Kelly a nod as he stepped back away from the wall.

"Why are you bringing her up? We already talked about her once today. You're in my house, she's not. What happened between us was years ago."

"Ahhh, yes. You are correct, I am still here while she is retired."

Turning to face Francis now, Kelly placed her hands onto her hips once more to tease him with a pose. Her deep brown eyes glared back at him as she spoke in a low seductive tone.

"I heard stories about you and her for years. You can deny it if you want, but to have a collection of framed portraits like that... I know there was something else going on with both of you."

"Yeah and what's it to you? I haven't spoken to her in years."