Trailer Park Noir by Ray Garton Read Free Book Online Page B

long?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “How long do you leave the pictures and videos on your website?”
    He shrugged. “As long as the sites are up. You have a problem with that?”
    “Well ... what if he sees me?”
    Another shrug. “Some men, they really get off on it. It turns them on, seeing their girlfriends or wives on a website, knowing other people are looking at them. Some men love it.”
    “I don’t think Nate would.”
    “Does he join paysites?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “He would have to pay to see you. Does he pay to join websites?”
    She released a small sigh of relief. “No, he doesn’t.”
    “Then you’ve got nothing to worry about.”
    She stood and thought some more. “You get a lot of people coming to your site?”
    “In the millions. I have a few different sites. They’re all very successful.”
    “I see. Well.” For a moment, she looked like she was about to turn and leave. Then she put the purse on the couch. Her voice trembled as she said, “Okay, the whole thing for twelve hundred.”
    “Wonderful,” he said, “just wonderful.” He stood and went to the end table by the couch and picked up the cordless phone on its base. “I’m going to have to call a friend over to help. I’m going to need a hand.” He punched in the number, waited a moment. “Hey, it’s Steve. You got some time? I’ve got a session set up, and I need a hand.” He listened a moment, then said, “Great, see you in a few.” He turned the phone off and put it back on its base. “He’ll be here in awhile. He lives just north of Redding. In the meantime, why don’t we get some pictures. C’mon in the studio.”
    Heather followed him down the hall to a bedroom with a king-size bed on one side, and lights for the photo shoots on the other. He turned a couple of the lights on, then went to a small desk behind the lights. “I need you to sign a couple forms before we do anything. How old are you, Heather?”
    “Twenty.”
    He took a couple sheets of paper from a desk drawer, put them on the desk, and handed her a pen. “Just sign here,” he said, pointing to a line at the bottom of the page. She signed it, and he pulled the first page aside. “And here.”
    As she signed the second sheet, she said, “What are these for?”
    “One swears you’re of age, and the other is so you won’t sue me when your pictures and videos show up on the Internet, and gives me permission to use the photos and videos on my websites.”
    “Oh, I see.”
    Regent took a digital camera from the desktop. “Now, we’ll start with your clothes on. Just lie back on the bed and pose for me. Give me your sexiest looks.”
    Heather slipped her flats off and got on the bed, stretched out on her back, propped up by her elbows. She went through a series of poses for him – bend the knee, raise this arm, lift that hip. Her movements were stiff, her poses rigid.
    “You need some more wine,” Regent said. “You’re very stiff, Heather. We need to loosen you up.”
    “How about some of that scotch?” she said.
    Regent smiled and said, “Attagirl.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Regent had discovered the greatest job in the world, and he was a huge success at it. He and his buddy Josh Garner – they’d known each other since college – had joked for years about starting an adult website. Then one day they decided to put their money where their mouth was. They got a loan from the bank for “online entertainment sites,” and assembled a website made up of pictures they’d found on the Internet. But they knew they couldn’t charge for membership unless the pictures were originals. They purchased the equipment they would need, then decided to try the local community college. They put notices up on bulletin boards:
     
    WANTED: ATTRACTIVE FEMALES
    Are you an attractive young woman
    in need of some quick money? Earn
    up to $750 posing for photographs
    and video. Tasteful.
     
    They included Regent’s cell phone number as a