by Katie Bradford
"Your parents are going to kill you!" Bridget gasped, staring wide-eyed at her friend's risqué outfit.
"They're never going to know, Bridge," Alyssa smirked as she looked at herself admiringly in the mirror. She looked damn good even if she said so herself. "Thankfully," she paused turning sideways still checking herself out, "Daddy has no idea what pictures cost these days. He'll never know I had extra shots taken."
Rolling her eyes, Bridget sighed. "My dad would. He's so anal about money. He knows where every stupid penny goes in our house! Mom says he's a cheapskate."
Smiling more about her looks than her father, Alyssa said, "My dad doesn't care. I just told him I needed money for my senior pictures and he pulled out the old credit card and told me to be sure and smile. And you better believe I smiled!"
"So will Lance once he sees your sexy poses girl," Bridget surmised. "Are you really going to give him all those pictures?"
"Sure," Alyssa replied, "His birthday's next month. I think he will love them."
The photographer came up to the girls and smiled, "Are you ready for your last few shots? Then we will sit and look at which photos you want in your package."
"I can tell you right now I'll want them all," Alyssa replied.
Bridget watched enviously as her friend posed in several seductive positions as the photographer snapped away. She would have given almost anything to be able to dress like that but she knew her parents would never consent to such outfits. She was truly surprised that the Carters weren't a little more prudish.
Thirty minutes later Alyssa was back in her jeans and the girls were sitting at a desk engrossed in all the new pictures on the computer screen. And four hundred and fifty six dollars later, they were saying goodbye to the photographer and walking towards Alyssa's brand new Ford Mustang.
"You're sure the guy understood to put just your graduation pictures online?" Bridget asked, slamming the car door behind her.
"Yeah... I hope so anyway," Alyssa replied starting the engine. "I wrote down what he was supposed to do anyway. The only pictures anyone will see are the senior pictures, except Lance of course," she assured her friend. Then, shrugging her shoulders, she added, "Besides... they're professionals. They're paid not to make mistakes."
"You're probably right," Bridget agreed, "I'm sure they've done this type of stuff a million times."
Mrs. Carter hung up the phone rather agitated and hurried back to her husband's study. She had just received a phone call from her mother in Atlantic City. Normally they had rather pleasant conversations as they were so far apart but not that day. Her mom had been in hysterics after looking at some of Alyssa's senior pictures online. She finally had to tell her mother she hadn't seen them yet and that she would go and look at them immediately just to get her off the phone.
So now she was on her way back to see what in the world the problem was. She was rather ashamed of herself for not looking at her daughter's pictures sooner but things had been so crazy lately that she honestly had not had the chance.
Booting up the computer, she waited for it to come alive as she tried remembering where she had put the number she needed to sign in to see the pictures. She knew Alyssa had given it to her the other day. After a few minutes of searching she finally found it stuffed in one of the pencil cans on the top of the desk and was able to pull up the pictures that had apparently offended her mother.
As she scrolled through all the pictures her eyes grew as large as saucers. There were at least thirty pictures but they weren't all for graduation. Two thirds of them were glamour shots... if you could call them that. However, to Jane they looked more like slut shots! There were several poses that left nothing to the imagination. No wonder her mother about had a heart attack when she saw them.
Digging the phone book out of the desk, Jane called the photography studio and gave them a piece of her mind. The account was pulled up and the woman explained that there had been a mistake made and promised to remove all pictures not dealing with graduation immediately.
Jane also informed the woman that she would not be paying for anything except the graduation pictures but was promptly informed they had already been paid for and there was no refund. Fuming, Jane hung up the phone and immediately called her husband at work.
Unaware that anything was amiss, Alyssa waltzed into the house after school that afternoon and started up to her room.
"Alyssa," Mrs. Carter called from the kitchen. "Come here please."
"In a minute, Mom," Alyssa replied continuing her trek up the stairs.
"Now, young lady!" Mrs. Carter snapped angrily.
"Crap," Alyssa mumbled under her breath as she did an about turn and came back down the stairs and started for the kitchen. "What is it, Mom? I want to change into my shorts and get comfy," she complained.
"Don't worry," Mrs. Carter groused, continuing to cut up vegetables for the stir fry. "You'll be spending plenty of time in your room when I'm finished talking to you."
"What did I do now?" Alyssa asked irritably, pulling a bottle of water out of the refrigerator.
"Your grandmother called me this afternoon," Mrs. Carter began.
Alyssa rolled her eyes and groused, "Yeah? So? Grandma always calls... what's the big deal?"
"Watch that mouth, young lady," Mrs. Carter warned. "And the big deal is your grandmother nearly had a heart attack after viewing your pictures online."
Nearly choking on her water, Alyssa's face drained of all color. "Pictures?" she spluttered.
"Yes," Mrs. Carter replied, looking over at her daughter in disgust. "You know... the pictures your daddy gave you his Visa card for the other day."
"Okay," Alyssa replied slowly, still not sure what was going on. "So why did Grandma get upset?"
"Oh I don't know," Mrs. Carter said rather sarcastically. "Maybe because she's not used to seeing her granddaughter half-naked online..."
"Wh...what do you mean, Mom?" Alyssa asked, already fearing the worst.
"Come on, Alyssa... you know good and well what I'm talking about," Mrs. Carter scolded. "You not only charged your graduation pictures on Daddy's card but those... those smutty pictures as well. The woman said you told her not to display those pictures online but unfortunately for you... they had someone new working with uploading the pictures and they accidentally included those filthy things along with your graduation photos."
Not knowing what else to say, Alyssa snapped, "Glamour shots, Mom... all the girls get them done..."
"Excuse me, young lady," Mrs. Carter snorted. "Those pictures are nothing more than smut. I can't believe they are online for everyone and their dog to see... I am totally humiliated. Right now I want you to go upstairs and wait for Daddy to come home. I'm sure he'll have plenty to say after he sees those pictures."
"But Mom..."
"Go." Mrs. Carter shook her head, dismissing anything else the girl might have to say.
"Ohhhh!" Alyssa groaned, stomping her feet in frustration all the way from the kitchen to her bedroom where she slammed the door behind her and threw herself across the bed. Every angry word she could think of came out of her mouth as she cussed the photographer who'd slipped and put her pictures online all the way to her mother for balling her out downstairs. They were all imbeciles as far as she was concerned.
It wasn't long before Alyssa's bedroom door flew open and her father walked in. The scowl on his face said it all. There was no way she was walking away from this situation without a sore ass to show for it.
Mr. Carter looked down at his daughter leaning innocently against the backboard of her bed with earbuds stuffed in her ears, looking as innocent as the day was long. He could hardly believe it when had Jane called and told him about Alyssa's pictures. He'd gone online immediately after hanging up the phone to check them out. His face must have turned three shades of red as he scrolled through the photos. He just prayed no one other than his mother-in-law had seen them.
"So what do you have to say for yourself, young lady?" Mr. Carter boomed as he walked closer to her bed and crossed his arms.
Alyssa had decided long before her father had even come up that the best way to handle the whole situation was to play dumb, so with wide eyes she looked up at her father and asked innocently, "About what, Daddy?"
Infuriated, Mr. Carter barked, "You know very well about what, young lady! Those risqué pictures you had the audacity to use my credit card for."
"Risqué?"
"Bawdy... X-rated... amoral... crude... filthy... whatever you want to call them. Who were you planning on giving those pictures to? HUH?" Mr. Carter demanded. "That boy... what's his name... Lance is it?"
"There's nothing wrong with those pictures, Daddy." Alyssa rolled her eyes as she pulled the earplugs out and leaned forward. "A lot of my friends have had glamour shots made and their parents don't go crazy! It's not a big deal."
Mr. Carter was boiling. "NO BIG DEAL?" he bellowed. "Your boobs are practically hanging out in five or six of those shots and in others you were sitting so provocatively you left nothing to the imagination! Well I have news for you, young lady, no one will EVER be seeing any of those pictures... and you're paying me back for every cent those damn things cost."
"How?" Alyssa asked perplexed. "I'm a senior in high school, remember? You've always told me my job was to go to school."
Refraining from jerking the girl up off the bed and shaking her, Mr. Carter wiped his brow, trying to remember to take deep breaths. Once he had calmed slightly, he looked down at his daughter and groused, "You have one month to get a job and three months to save enough to pay me back."
"But Dad," Alyssa started whining. "This is my senior year. I'm supposed to be enjoying it!"
"Should have thought of that before wasting my money then."
"Well if I pay for them I want the pictures then," she demanded sassily.
"If you can paste them back together after I tear them up into a million pieces... then they're yours!" He snorted as he stepped away from the bed and added, "Now get up and take your jeans and panties off. Mom has dinner on the table and we're not going to keep her waiting. After dinner you and I will discuss this little matter further down in the living room."
Alyssa's eyes widened as her body stiffened. "What?"
"You heard me, young lady... strip from the waist down," Mr. Carter repeated irritably. "You're going to sit on your little bare bottom while we eat dinner."
Angrily, Alyssa began unzipping the zipper on her jeans and yanked them down her legs. Once they lay in a puddle around her ankles she stepped out of them and threw them in the corner. She then faced her father with pleading eyes and just stood there.
"Panties too." Mr. Carter nodded, pointing to her bottom.
"But Daddeeeeeeee!" Alyssa whined, stamping her foot hard in protest.
"Now!"
"Ohhhhhh!" Alyssa snarled as she hooked her fingers inside the waistband of her panties and began slipping them down her long shapely legs. It wasn't long before they'd joined her jeans off in the corner and she stood naked from the waist down in front of her father.
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