33Does She Do It For You?The woman in the picture couldn’t have been more than twenty years old. She wore nothing but a pair of opaque white stockings that stopped just above her knees, and hot-pink bikini briefs stretched long and tight at an alarming angle in what Billy guessed was supposed to be a provocative manner. Her crazy eighties hair—all big, long, and spiky—was teased into place by a lot of back combing and a hell of a lot of lacquer.
Perched on the edge of a metal chair with her legs open, back arched, and fuchsia lips held slightly wide, she was the epitome of old-style soft porn. Everything was shiny, from her Lycra panties to her super slick lips. Even the taut skin of her breasts gave off a sheen in the glare of the photographer’s lights.
He was always amazed at what some
