“Well, we'll talk tomorrow, and speaking of modeling, here." He handed me an envelope and I flinched at the memory of my dream.

“Had Jerry take these a couple weeks ago."

As I opened the envelope to look at the contents he continued, “They're from the ‘mom takes it all off' shoot.”

“Mom's a stripper, right." I grunted.

“Hey, Paul's mom is a porn star." Dan quipped, “But stripping is unrealistic." He started to laugh, then saw the look on my face.

“Sorry, jeez one hour with Brad and listen to me."

“Forget it." I muttered as looking at the pics.

I was in a conservative knee length black skirt and white blouse in the first three pictures, smiling and posing. The next few I was in different angles, lifting the skirt to show some leg and unbuttoning the blouse.

The pictures were well done, mostly waist up and catching my long blonde hair flying and I was smiling and laughing. I knew there had been many where I looked lewd and salacious, but they'd been left out.

The next to last one showed me from behind, sliding the white blouse down my back. I frowned and showed it to Dan.

“Not that risqué and think about it, Mary. Paul is twenty, he knows any model is going to show some skin and shoot sexy poses. I think you show him this it looks more legit. More real than pretending you're modeling long coats and jeans all the time."

“I think you're right." I looked at the last picture, In it the blouse was open, but I had a black bra on and was holding the shirt closed at the bottom, a playful smile on my face..

"Sad this is modest to me." “Say it was for a Victoria secret knock off."

“Thanks, Dan, I appreciate you doing this."

“No worries and if you ever need real proof I have a friend in the actual industry, push comes to shove I can call in a favor and get you an hour with a photographer. We could have Paul come see you at work."

“That's good to know." I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, “You're a damn decent guy for a purveyor of filth.”

“And you're a sweet woman for a professional slut."

“Touche." I laughed a real one and it felt good.

"See you tomorrow."

Dan waved and left, closing the door behind him. Preparing to leave myself, I Grabbed my phone and saw Paul had returned my text.

“Working again? You should take it easy. But I appreciate your hard work and everything you do for us! I have a lot of respect for you, love you, mom!"

I lowered the phone and felt a wave of sadness come over me. Paul telling me he respected me. That would change if he discovered the truth, because for the last few months I couldn't even respect myself.

‘eexek I gratefully pulled into the driveway and slowly got out of the car. In the heat of the moment I hadn't realized how hard Rick and Derek had been fucking me, not to mention tossing me around like a rag doll.

Add to that the fact I'd worked until one am the night before and after the shoot getting home at three, to shower, change and head out for a five to eleven shift at Vincent's Pub and I was hurting and exhausted.

I walked up to the porch and entering the living room found Paul in his usual spot, sitting at the dining room table on his lap top. He had a desk in his room, but said he liked it better down here. I knew the real reason was he always wanted to see me before he went to sleep on nights I worked at the restaurant.