Exposure
27
Patron
“Adrienne” by conrado, ID78516796, licensed from Shutterstock.com
THURSDAY AFTERNOON, I had all three of my Chicago assistants in the studio to help with our new model, Adrienne Baudelaire. I was told Adrienne was sent by a patron for a personal set of photos. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but it became clear pretty quickly that she was there for me to mold in any way I saw fit.
The woman who arrived at two o’clock was elegant, sophisticated, and beautiful. She was blonde with hair that hung in curls to her shoulders. She entered the studio in a nice blue mini skirt that flared out a little and a white lace blouse that clearly showed her bra beneath it. She wore high heel sandals that shaped her bare legs nicely. Her makeup was exquisite.
Cassie had taken her model release and told me it was a five-year hold contract. My assessment was that these photos would be worth holding for five years if I got a good one and I’d be trying to find the right place to release it when the time came. Since I didn’t see the model release, I estimated that the sophisticated young woman was in her late twenties.
“Welcome to Attic Allure, Adrienne. I’m Nate,” I said. “I see you have some changes of outfit with you. Let’s go behind the privacy screen to get them hung and talk for a few minutes.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Nate. What an interesting studio,” Adrienne responded as we went behind the screen.
“We try to set scenes and add interesting props depending on how the model seems to fit.”
“I’m sure I’ll fit best when naked,” she said. I detected a slight accent that I thought might be French, though her English was excellent.
“Adrienne, I ask this question of every model who arrives, so please don’t think I am singling you out. Are you here of your own free will or are you being coerced into having photos taken of you?” I asked.
“My sponsor asked me to come and have a series of photos taken by you, specifically. He is not forcing me in any way. I find the prospect to be… stimulating,” she said.
“And what type of photos are you looking for?”
“My sponsor would like a private album of intimate photos. I find that attractive as well. He will pay for as many photos as we take that are of quality for an 8x10 premium album, but will also pay for archival quality art prints if we manage some of those in a considerably larger size. Whatever we decide between the two of us are the best and most appropriate photos, we will want two of so I have a full copy of the album as well,” Adrienne said.
“Are you happy with the idea of these intimate photos?” I asked.
“I have seen a number of your artistic photos and it thrills me to think that I might one day be enshrined in such an image. Oh, and though we have set a five-year exclusive on our agreement, it does not exclude you displaying select prints in your personal gallery, just not displaying for the general public, selling, or distributing them.”
“Okay. Let me take a good look at you so I can consider what kind of poses would be best.” I stepped back and looked her up and down.
“Do you wish me to undress?”
“No, that’s not necessary at the moment. I’m sure we’ll get to that eventually.”
“You do not like my looks?” she asked as I turned her so I could look up and down her back.
“Please, Adrienne. I cannot imagine that you are unaware of your beauty. You have taken great care with how you are dressed and made up. You have expressed a willingness for intimate photos, which will bring the two of us into intimate contact. You are a beautiful woman. You must know that,” I said.
“Forgive my vanity. A woman still likes to hear it.”
I turned her toward me, putting my hands on her shoulders. She straightened. Even with her high heels, she was a good four or five inches shorter than me. I lifted her hair and let it fall through my fingers.
“Lovely. Soft and slightly fragrant but not overwhelming. I believe the color is natural. If not, please don’t tell me. It graces your oval face. Eyes, perfectly aligned with the top of your ears. Distinct cheekbones. Straight nose. Straight white teeth. Lush full lips. Very kissable,” I said as I traced each part of her face with my fingers.
I moved down from her face to her shoulders and stroked down her arms to her hands as I continued my description of elegant fingers and expert manicure. I moved to her waist and began slowly sliding my hands, first down to her hips and then up to her breasts.
“I love your narrow waist. It gives you a true hourglass figure. Do you know that many young women, even when at ideal weight and fitness, do not have a significant indent in their waist? Your waist instantly draws the eye down to the roundness of your hips and bottom. But perhaps the crowning glory of your shape is the perfect shape of your breasts. Your bra is not so heavy and padded that I cannot feel the soft firmness of the flesh it supports. A perfect size for your frame.”
I left off feeling up her breasts and knelt to look at her legs. I ran my hands up from her ankles, pushing her mini skirt higher, but not invading the heat of her pussy.
“When we get you out of your shoes, I’ll still want you to point your toes in some of our shots. Your calves are beautifully shaped, not having a ridge of definition between the ankle and the bulge of your muscle. It’s a smooth curve that comes in at the knee, much like your waist divides your torso. You have firm elegant thighs, once again, fit but not bulging with muscles.”
I stood and faced her, placing my hands on her waist and looking into her blue eyes.
“You have a perfect shape and body,” I whispered. “Are you as beautiful inside as out? Will you reveal the true beauty that will allow me to create a work of art in our photographs? I will have you clothed and nude and draped and exposed. But will I see the real you?”
She was breathing more deeply after my exploration of her body with my hands and my descriptions. She looked up at me and her eyes drifted closed as her lips parted slightly and were lifted toward mine. I brushed them with my lips and stepped back from her. She didn’t move.
“Leanne, we’ll need a fitted top, off the shoulder and sleeveless, with a long skirt that has lots of layers or strips. Cassie, we’re going to use the fan in the second set. Theresa, please bring down the light blue backdrop and set us up for a portrait. I’ll need blue fill light from the back.”
I turned back to Adrienne and she was blinking as if a little bewildered. Perhaps she expected to be ravished after my narration and handling of her body.
“Now, let’s see what else you have brought,” I said. We opened her bag and as she removed items, I hung them on the clothes rack. There were negligees, a little black dress, three different bra and panty sets, an evening gown and two swimsuits. She’d brought four pairs of appropriate shoes for the different outfits. I could see possibilities in each of the outfits and mentally adjusted my expectations to a long night.
“We’re going to begin with a simple portrait so we can get comfortable working with each other,” I said.
“I’m already beginning to feel comfortable in your hands. You have a gentle but not tentative touch. I look forward to feeling more of it,” she said.
A very long night.
The portrait session went well. As I positioned her and took pictures, either with the Linhof or the Hasselblad, I noticed that she leaned into my hands. It wasn’t heavily, but as if attracted to the touch. I learned to touch the front of her shoulder if I wanted her to shift forward, and the back if I wanted her to shift back. I got several very good portrait shots. The backlighting shone through her blouse and made the lovely bra stand out.
I was intrigued enough by the lacy bra that I took her blouse off while she sat on the stool and photographed her in just the bra.
“Let’s do a topless portrait as well,” I suggested as I reached to unfasten the bra. I quickly realized that it had a front closure, much as Patricia’s bra had when she’d returned from Chicago alone after her last time with Tony. That gave me pause, but I liked it and held her breasts as I unclipped it. Just as she had done with any other part of her body I had touched, she pressed her boobs into my hands. When they were uncovered, I caressed them and rubbed at her nipples a bit to bring them fully upright.
There was something different about her smile now that she was topless. I wouldn’t quite say predatory, but certainly self-satisfied and a bit more seductive. She certainly had good reason to be proud of those beautiful breasts. They had areolae the size of a silver dollar and long thick nipples that swelled beneath my fingers.
“Beautiful,” I whispered as I kissed the back of her neck.
When we finished the scene, I led Adrienne back behind the privacy screen and unzipped her skirt so she could step out of it. Leanne arrived with the costume I requested and I started working on Adrienne, pulling the top around her, and fastening it in back. I tucked her boobs into it, barely getting the nipples covered. The brief top barely covered her navel at the other extreme.
As I fastened the top behind her, I saw a tattoo running down her spine. I’d noticed it when I took her bra off, but was busy with the sensation of her bare breasts in my hands. I hadn’t seen many tattoos. I think Adele was the last woman I saw with a tattoo at the base of her spine. This one ran down the spine in script that I couldn’t really read. It was, quite tantalizing, but the script disappeared into the top.
“I will probably stay with front shots until we have you fully uncovered so we can see the entire tattoo,” I said, tracing it with my finger. She shuddered. “I can’t read it, I’m afraid. What does it say?”
“Passion de luxure vous sera servie; il exige, il milite, il tyrannise,” she responded.
“You’re French?”
“Oui.”
“I’m afraid I don’t know the language,” I sighed. “My school made me take Spanish, which, I’m afraid, I don’t know much better. Can you tell me what the phrase means?”
“Oui. Lust’s passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes,” she said.
“Oh! That sounds very um… interesting. What does it mean to you?”
“It is a quote from Marquis de Sade,” she answered. “It means I will always be subject to my lust. I am a libertine. Now and ever.”
I was looking at how the skirt Leanne brought would work and knelt behind Adrienne to pull her barely-there panties off completely. She stepped out of them.
“Isn’t Marquis de Sade where we get the term sadism? Like being mean and cruel to someone?” I asked as ran my hands over her round bottom and then wrapped the skirt around her waist.
“He’s most known for that because his books feature a lot of beatings, anal sex, and degradation. All things for which he had been imprisoned at one time or another. He died in prison or an asylum, where he was kept for having sent a copy of his book Justine to Napoleon Bonaparte. During the last four years of his life in the asylum, he carried on an affair with the thirteen-year-old daughter of an employee at the asylum. Of course, at the time of his death, she would have been seventeen or eighteen. Most of his books involved a young woman between thirteen and eighteen.”
“Are you a scholar about the Marquis?” I asked, leading her back to the stage area.
“I started reading his works when I was fifteen in France. They are still very rare and frowned upon. Some of the books were owned by men who were devotees and I paid for the privilege of reading them by enacting scenes from the books with the men. My one requirement was that those men not mark my body permanently. But I was as devoted to the fulfillment of my lust as any of the old men who used me.”
“Cassie?” I called. “Oh, she’s processing our first session. Leanne? Could you operate the fan? Theresa, we’ll want to play with the intensity of the lights some and find the best direction for lighting Adrienne. We’ll do a couple of scenes in front of the red drop, but I think I’d like to experiment with one of the theatre drops. Don’t we have one that is kind of a Greek ruins?”
“I know which one,” Theresa said. “It’s labeled Xerxes. I’ll get it ready while you’re shooting. Just whistle when you want lights changed.”
I started working on the poses and positions, directing Leanne on where to move the fan so the skirts moved the right direction. Adrienne had gorgeous legs and occasionally she would move in such a way that the fan scooped the skirts up far enough to show her pussy. I caught that a couple of times.
“Let’s change to the ruins,” I said, as I led Adrienne back to the privacy screen. “We’re going to reveal the top again,” I said to her. “I saw several instances in which the skirts blow up to cover a breast and expose your legs. I want to catch that at just the right moment.”
I removed the top and caressed her breasts, softly rubbing the nipples to erection. She sighed. I realized my other hand was under the skirts, caressing her butt. Two lovely sensations.
“Nate, will you be able to see the tattoo in this session?” she asked.
I stepped behind her and traced the script on her spine from her neck to her tailbone. I parted her hair so I could see the top of the tattoo.
“We’ll move the fan so it lifts your hair when we’re ready to show it,” I said.
“Please, keep caressing me until we’re ready to shoot again. The meaning of my tattoo is real. I never hesitate to fulfill my lusts and you are bringing them out in me.”
“I’ve only begun to touch you, Adrienne. By the time we are done today, your lusts will overwhelm you.”
“Yesss,” she hissed.
We worked in front of the ruins and then switched to a starry sky backdrop. Both were good, but I whipped the skirt from her waist in front of the starry backdrop and had her pose in different ways completely nude; I liked what I saw.
We had a light dinner brought in and went through both the formal and the little black dress outfits. We had some good backgrounds that let me capture seductive images.
“What’s the most exotic backdrop we have, Cassie?” I asked. She knew the backdrops better than anyone, but had spent most of the afternoon in the darkroom, processing film and printing proof sheets.
“We’ve got a foggy sort of thing with green grass gentle hills in the foreground, then fog, then a background of mountains against a sunrise or sunset, whatever. I think it was marked Brigadoon. There’s one with palm trees and an ocean beach marked South Pacific. Of course, we’ve got that kind of Arabian Nights drop from Kismet,” Cassie said.
“Don’t forget that Buddha temple thing from The King and I,” Theresa added. “Or the mountain range with a covered wagon and a fence from Paint Your Wagon.”
“Good suggestions. Let’s do the South Pacific backdrop first. Adrienne, we need to get you into a bikini. Ready?”
“Yes, sir.”
I hadn’t noticed her deferring to me verbally until now. She was all too happy to have me touch her and move her, no matter how intimately. I’d had my hands everyplace but in her and she was practically bristling with electricity as we got closer and closer to what she wanted. And her scenes and poses had become more and more seductive. I was ready to crawl through the camera lens once or twice. I took her behind the privacy screen, stripped her completely, and spent a few minutes just massaging her and caressing her luscious body before helping her into her bikini. It was extremely brief and I had to be very sure her labia were tucked into the gusset and that her nipples were completely inside the top.
“I think your lover will like this set,” I said.
“Lover? What lover?”
“I assumed your uh… sponsor was a lover. I apologize for my misunderstanding.”
“It’s understandable. We started out that way, but it was a long time ago. He’s considerably older and it began to frustrate him to have a young lover and not be able to enjoy her. So, he set me up with an apartment and an allowance, and contents himself to talk to me occasionally by phone, or to invite me to perform for him while he watches. We haven’t even touched in almost ten years.”
“You must have been very young when you met.”
“I was seventeen and was totally lost in exploring my sexuality. One of the book owners introduced us. He immediately convinced me to come to America with him and he would buy all the Sade books he could find. It was lovely.”
“You are lovely,” I said. “And this scene will be tantalizing. We’ll start with the bikini, but then I’m going to have you remove it. You’ll be teasing him as you strip.”
“Would it be okay if I think more in terms of teasing you than him? I love him and would do anything for him, but he’s not very attractive anymore. I could more readily imagine myself teasing you to an erection.”
“Oh, Adrienne. I’ve been hard for you all day.”
She reached out and tentatively stroked my cock, then gave it a squeeze.
“Let me entertain you.”
I swear, the temperature in the studio went up ten degrees. Adrienne was hot when I was undressing her and feeling her up thoroughly. When she was stripping, she was unbelievable.
“I have to ask you, do you do that professionally?” I asked when we were back behind the privacy screen and the girls were changing over to our next scene. I’d just kissed her and she had hold of my cock as I stroked through her pussy.
“That… sometimes. But not this,” she panted.
“We don’t have enough photos for your album yet,” I gasped as she squeezed me. “Let’s get you into this western skirt and shirt. I see Leanne even found us boots. I hope they fit.”
“Couldn’t you… keep doing that… just a little more?” she asked as I tweaked her clit.
“I will do a little more. Later,” I said, withdrawing my fingers.
“Sadist,” she chuckled.
I got her dressed and we went to work in front of the Paint Your Wagon backdrop. We followed the same kind of routine in which she danced in front of the backdrop, losing her clothes in the most seductive way possible. I was painfully hard.
“Okay,” I said to my crew. “Give me the black backdrop, lots of hanging strips of fabric, and the bed scene. Then you can get out of here.”
It was already past eight o’clock—the time I’d told them they could leave. They’d worked phenomenally well together, and Cassie had processed each roll of film and printed proofs as we progressed through the afternoon. I’d have only a couple more to do tonight after I was finished.
“Damn,” Leanne whispered. “I want to stay and fuck her.”
“Me, too,” Theresa said. “Want to go work off our frustration together?”
“You got it, girl,” Leanne answered. The two headed out of the studio holding hands. Cassie walked by and casually stroked my cock through my jeans.
“They could have her if I could have this,” she whispered.
“Not tonight, babe,” I said. “Keep me in mind, though.”
When they were gone, I stepped behind the privacy screen again. Adrienne was sitting in the chair with her legs spread wide as she diddled her clit with one hand and pinched her nipples with the other. I kissed her and replaced the hand in her twat with my own. We continued to kiss as I alternated plunging two fingers up inside her and using them to rotate around her clit. I felt warning signs that she was approaching her climax and withdrew. She moaned. I picked her up and carried her to the bed.
“This is our final setting. I want you ready to come on your lover’s cock as soon as he penetrates.”
I wrapped her in strips of fabric and adjusted the lights, isolating her against the black backdrop. Cassie had reloaded my camera and I was ready to go. I adjusted the lights and began moving in with the camera to catch her in different angles. I had a good feel for what I wanted in the bedroom scene, both for the general shot and for the portrait I was about to take with the 4x5 camera.
I’d allowed her makeup to deteriorate in the course of the last two sets as she stripped and hadn’t freshened it. She was beginning to look ravished. I moved up close with the 4x5 and framed just her upper torso and face. Then I reached forward and began working her clit again. Adrienne had a very good sense of fantasy. I’d given her just the words that she would come when her lover penetrated her. I found her pussy to be so wet that after circling her clit a few times, I thrust two fingers into her vagina and curled them to rub the top of her channel.
Adrienne threw her head back and moaned out an orgasm. I used the cable release to trip the shutter and catch the look of her in orgasm. Beautiful.
I didn’t hasten to remove my fingers. Instead, I leaned forward and sucked on her nipple as I stirred her pot to another orgasm. And then another.
I’m not sure when in the process she managed to get my pants unfastened and my cock out in the air where she could hold it. I was near coming myself. Adrienne panted and pushed my hand away as she repositioned herself on the bed.
“Sodomisez-moi.”
“What?”
She pulled at my cock and positioned me at her back door. She’d produced so much lubrication that her entire ass was slippery. She dragged the tip of my cock through her abundant lubricant and positioned the head against her asshole.
“Sodomize me. Make me feel it.”
I pushed and popped through the tight ring of her anus. I sawed back and forth a bit, making sure I’d collected adequate lube to continue and then began to fuck her butt in earnest. Her panting moans were more pronounced and got louder. I knew the store was closed now and we were alone, so I was unconcerned about how loud she got. I thrust all the way into her bottom and began unleashing the torrent of semen that had been building all afternoon. Her moan reached a high pitch and she gasped out another orgasm, squeezing and releasing and squeezing.
My cock did not immediately go down, so I started thrusting again and, in a few minutes, we both found our release one more time. This time, we cuddled together, still connected, and napped.
When we woke, I’d slipped out of her bottom and a stream of semen had dribbled out and onto the bed. It was a giant wet spot.
“Lust’s passion will be served,” she whispered in the darkroom.
When we managed to get ourselves up and use the restroom, she simply joined me in the darkroom, where she proceeded to get me fully undressed as well, while I processed the last roll and sheets of film. During each timed process of printing the proofs, we kissed and caressed each other. I took all the proof sheets then and we went out to the table to spread them out and examine them.
“We can look at these and make selections. Do you need to show them to your sponsor?”
“I know what he wants. We can stay and print them yet tonight.”
“It’s almost eleven. I’m not sure I can last the night tonight.”
“I will make it my mission to see that you are stimulated enough to do your work. I, too, can bring you near to orgasm and then sadistically back off. Just as you did to me,” she said.
“Oh, God! You aren’t married to your sponsor or seeking revenge, are you?” I asked, having a sudden pang of remembering what happened to my last patron whose wife came for an all-night session.
“Heavens no. I am not the type of woman you marry. I am the type of woman you go to for the things you’d never ask your wife to do. Or when your wife is not around. Or even if she’s in the same bed watching.”
“I hope you are using ‘you’ in a universal sense and not directing that comment specifically at me,” I said.
“My sponsor is old. I believe he will die soon. I have had only an occasional night in the club to get my specific lusts taken care of for the past ten years. I could easily make myself available to you when you want to experience something more exotic than fucking your girlfriends. You’ll find there is no experience I am averse to, as long as it doesn’t leave a permanent mark.”
I was pretty much speechless at that. We marked the images we were going to print. There was a total of fifteen and two of them were worthy of having 16x20 art prints made. We went back to the darkroom and I began the process, starting with the two art prints with two copies of each. The paper and size made the process for these prints take four times longer than standard 8x10s. It took two hours to get the four prints finished and set to dry so I could begin working on the thirteen 8x10s. Times two. I wasn’t doing archival prints of these thirteen, but I was working with matte finish premium RC paper. They were all incredibly beautiful photos. Well, an incredibly beautiful model.
During the entire process, Adrienne kept her word to keep me stimulated. That included everything from sucking me, playing with my nipples, licking my asshole, kissing, and letting me feel her and use my fingers and tongue on her in any way.
We had pretty much finished the last of the prints—it was in the fixing tray—when Adrienne rolled a condom on me. Don’t ask me where the naked woman had that stashed away. She pushed me down on the chair in the darkroom and straddled me.
“Now obey your lust and fuck me,” she commanded.
There wasn’t really much for me to do. She sank down on my cock and began rising and falling on it as I played with her breasts and kissed her. I was surprised that I lasted as long as I did, since I’d been on edge all night long. I reached between us to stimulate her clit and she pulled my hand away.
“This is for you. You have satisfied my lust many times tonight. There will be other ways we can experiment with next time. For now, relax. Thrust your cock into my pussy and come in me. You are my Marquis.”
Adrienne left about eight in the morning after we’d slept together for a couple of hours and I’d fucked her again. I wasn’t sure how to bill four signed 16x20 art prints, and 26 premium 8x10s. I did hope she wasn’t thinking she’d paid me with sex. It turned out I didn’t need to worry about it at all.
“My sponsor said he was sure this would cover all your expenses,” she said as she handed me a check from her bag. I glanced at it. Holy shit. Her sponsor had to be the executive producer, who I had mentally named Mephistopheles. No one else could possibly write a check like that.
“I’ve met your sponsor before,” I said. “If you speak to him, please convey my thanks.”
“Like I said, I haven’t been face-to-face with him in ten years,” she said. “But I’ll make sure he knows. Nate, this has been a good night for me. Thank you. I’m sure I pushed you outside your comfort zone at times with my kinks. I hope I can have more personal encounters with you in the future. I know you have girlfriends. I want you to know that I’m good with that and would welcome any one of them in my bed with you—or even without you. Here’s my phone number. I can travel anywhere you say. Anytime.”
“Where is this number? I don’t recognize the area code?”
“Oh. I live in Los Angeles. But really, airplanes fly almost everywhere these days. I feel like I’ve been floating and lost for the past few years. I go to clubs to get my kinks satisfied, but I much prefer to have just one place—one man I can go to. Maybe we could get together at the Year End holidays. I’d like that. But you have no obligations to me. Just let me know.”
“Adrienne, I had a really great time with you. There’s one thing I have to ask because I’m nineteen and stupid. Um… Were you paid to be with me last night?” I asked. I had to know if this patron/sponsor/producer was paying someone to have sex with me.
“I should be insulted. But you are nineteen and stupid. My sponsor asked me to come here and have photos taken. He paid for my airfare and hotel—which I didn’t use last night. Everything we did together was my idea and my pleasure. Please don’t ever ask me such a question again.”
“I won’t. I’ll be twenty in a couple of weeks and maybe less stupid,” I said.
Adrienne kissed me, long and hard. I almost dragged her back to bed, but after the past twelve hours I wasn’t sure I could get it up again, even for her. She left with the package of photos and I watched her down the street. I looked at the check again. $15,000. Even more than for the signed print I’d sold in July. I hoped, really, that he didn’t have any other models he planned to send me.
I’d signed the art prints and decided to go back to the darkroom and print my own copies for the gallery. It took another hour to get everything perfect and on drying plates.
Cassie came in about ten and looked at my rather bedraggled state.
“Rough night?”
“You don’t know the half of it,” I said. I pointed to the two drying prints.
“You did it again. Two in one sitting.”
“She was quite an inspiration.”
“You do know you’ve missed your first two classes this morning, don’t you?”
“Fuck classes. I’m going home to bed.”
I talked to the girls for a long time Friday night. The three were all at Ronda’s house and preparing to spend the night there. Toni was with Ellie and Jim for the night. I told them all about my experience of the night before, including fucking Adrienne and her willingness to become our mistress. The term had been hers. And she’d used the plural, making sure I knew the offer was for the whole family, not just for me.
“I’d like to meet her,” Ronda said. “She sounds like a little pervert.”
I recognized what she was saying in a way the other girls might not have. Christine had always referred to herself as a pervert—something she had determined to cleanse herself of when she left us. I had a flash in my mind of what it would be like to see Adrienne and Ronda together. Wow!
We talked for a while and I spoke to Anna.
“Honey, I’m not sure what to do with this check. I don’t feel right handing it off to Cassie. I didn’t tell anyone but the girlfriends about the last check.”
“Just hang onto it. We’re all coming to Chicago next weekend. I’ll take care of it when I get there. I’m very proud of you, Nate. You’ve really created something wonderful. I wish I’d been the one fucking you all night, but Adrienne sounds fun, too. I’m really enjoying being closer to Ronda and Patricia. I’m sure I’d find something to do with Adrienne.”
“You are a miracle, Anna. I love you to the moon and back.”
“Can you believe they sent a man there this summer? To the moon and back doesn’t sound so far anymore!” she laughed.
“I’ll put my love on a bigger rocket ship,” I said. “I love you.”
“That’s all I want in life.”
I was in the studio a little after nine Saturday morning, and Leslie arrived promptly at ten. My operating assumption was that this would be a pretty simple session of sharing my techniques with my study group partner. Leslie and I had two classes together and were actually able to help each other.
“I was worried that you were sick or something when you didn’t make it to class yesterday,” she said after I’d greeted her.
She’d been in the studio several times, so she was accustomed to the slightly organized chaos of our props closet and setup. I pointed her to the two photos I’d printed from my session with Adrienne.
“Oh, my God! She’s beautiful! How? How do you do this?”
“I guess you’ll see this morning,” I laughed.
“Do you really even want to bother photographing me after you’ve had her? She’s a real model. Perfect!”
Leslie was cute. Not a stunning model like Adrienne, but seriously cute. She had long brown hair, pulled back in a curly ponytail that fell below her shoulder blades. Her face was kind of round and her nose turned up a bit—not quite a ski jump. She had puffy lips that looked almost like she was wearing braces, but she still had a couple of crooked teeth, so it wasn’t from that. I hadn’t figured out her eye color yet. They seemed to change based on the light.
She was part of Carrie’s braless movement. Her breasts were moderate, but she was by no means flat-chested. She was pretty thin, but not the drastically hourglass figure that Adrienne had. She was wearing a heavy flannel shirt and jeans, and very little makeup.
“You know what I’ve always liked?” I asked as I led her behind the privacy screen. “Your eyes. They’re a mystery to me. I’ve never been able to identify the color. They seem to shift.”
“I guess they’re mostly hazel,” she said. “Sometimes a little greener and sometimes a little browner.”
“They are beautiful. Do you have your model release?” I asked.
“Oh, yeah. Here. I can’t imagine you’d ever want to display a picture of me, but what the heck.”
“Okay. Usually, Cassie takes care of that kind of thing, but like Leanne said the other day, the girls all have the day off today. That session Thursday was exhausting. And Leanne usually does makeup for me, but she’s been teaching me pretty well. I’m going to add just a touch to highlight your eyes and your cheekbones. Your lips are incredible. We’ll use just a little lipstick to increase the contrast.” I finished the adjustments on her makeup and looked critically at her. I smiled. “Now look at yourself in the mirror and don’t ever tell me you aren’t beautiful enough to model.”
“Wow! You’re pretty good at that. I just figured we were going to do some posing and snaps.”
“Oh, Leslie,” I said. “I think there is a work of art hidden in here.”
I touched the center of her chest, not really pressing against her breasts, but able to feel the rise. I caressed her cheek and straightened a lock of hair that had escaped from her ponytail.
“Let’s get a nice portrait of you.”
The straight portrait session was good. I kept moving her and adjusting her position, letting her get used to me touching her as I lifted her chin or shifted her shoulders.
“Let me take your portrait and see if I understand what you’re doing,” she said. “I’ll just use my Leica.”
“That is an enviable camera,” I said. “I’m not really used to being on this side of the lens. I guess I don’t mind, though.”
“I like your hair,” she said, as she pushed it behind my left ear. “So many of the guys with long hair don’t wash it enough. It gets greasy and stringy. Gee, even your beard is soft. Okay, let’s try this one and then we’ll switch to another pose.”
She moved around, snapping more frames than I could on the Hasselblad. She even moved and adjusted a light, then shifted my position so I was leaning back a little and looking over my shoulder. She used a finger to tease at the corner of my mouth a little until I broke out in a silly grin.
“Wow! That was cool! What’s next?” she asked, setting aside her camera. She was practically bouncing on her toes.
“Part of the Attic Allure style is to pair the model up with a prop of some sort. Something that will tell a story with the model,” I said. “Why don’t you keep your camera in hand?”
She quickly put a fresh roll of film in the camera and returned to the stage area. She took a picture of me as I was taking one of her. It gave me an idea.
“I need to set a scene for us,” I said. “I’m thinking we need a mirror. I have a rustic barn backdrop here someplace. Give me a hand with this, okay?”
We worked together to drop the barnboard backdrop down. It was marked 110 in the Shade. I went hunting for a mirror in the props closet. There was a set of shelves nearby that were about the same color as the barnboard in the drop. I moved it over and put it in front of the drop, then found a floor-standing mirror that was kind of dirty. I went shopping through the costumes with Leslie tagging along as I pulled dresses off the rack and held them up to her. I finally chose a long red knit dress that I thought would look good on her. I put it on the shelves. And put some makeup on the top shelf, as well.
“Now,” I said, leading her to the setting. “You’re Cinderella getting ready for the ball. Only this is more contemporary than the fairy tale. You’re forced to live in a barn and the big dance is at the American Legion Hall in town. Still, you’re hoping against hope to meet Prince Charming, so you want to record your transformation. It might take a little more work than having a fairy godmother wave a magic wand.”
I put an arm around her and put her in front of the mirror, then got a cloth and cleaned a portion of the mirror off so she could actually see in it. It was too plain and uninteresting. I grabbed some blocks we used for raising furniture when it was appropriate, and put a few under one side of the mirror so it was leaning to the right. What a difference! I stood right behind Leslie and put my arms around her as I made adjustments to the angle and position.
“Your camera has a timer on it, right? Let’s put it on the shelf and get it focused on you. Try to get your reflection in the mirror. Now hold the lipstick, yes, right here. Look a little pensive as if you’re not sure you should use it. Nice. Nice. Hold it right there.”
I ran to the Hasselblad and got one picture, then adjusted the lights a little and took another.
“Stay where you are, Nate,” she said she set the timer on her camera.
I realized what she was doing, and bent over my camera, looking up at her. Her Leica clicked and we were ready to progress. I stepped back to her and prepared an adjustment for the next frame.
“We’re really going for a glamour shot here,” I said as I reached around her from behind. I began unbuttoning her flannel shirt. “You’ll look great with bare shoulders in this. I’m not taking it off. Just unbuttoning far enough that we can pull it off your shoulders so your ponytail is highlighted against your bare back.”
Of course, as I was unbuttoning her shirt, my palms pressed lightly against her breasts. I pulled the shirt off her shoulders and down far enough that I could see the upper slopes of her braless breasts and into her cleavage in the mirror. I moved her left arm so it held the shirt from dropping below her breasts. I learned from Avery when I did her senior photo that she could increase her perceived cleavage by gripping the biceps of the opposite arm. I continued to have her hold the lipstick in her other hand as if she was about to put it on. I checked my composition and had to adjust the cross-lighting a little, then touched her shoulders to tilt them slightly.
I went back and took the picture, waiting afterward for her to adjust the position of her Leica and set the self-timer.
“Now,” I said, stroking her shoulders and down her arms. “Let’s get a little more daring. No one will know because you’ll stay covered with your arms but we’ll drop the shirt completely.”
I finished unbuttoning her shirt and pulled it down off her arms. Leslie was breathing deeply as I looked for the first time at her pretty mounds, crowned with puffy nipples. I brushed across them with both hands and gave her a little squeeze.
“A professional model has nothing on you in this department, Leslie. Your breasts are beautiful. I think before we’re done, you’ll want a picture that shows these lovely stiff nipples. I hope that in addition to looking so completely suckable, they give you great pleasure as well.”
I moved in and took a picture, then switched to the Linhof 4x5. As soon as I was focused where I wanted it, I slipped up behind her again and brushed down her chest, pushing her arms out slightly so her breasts were not concealed. I spent a moment playing with her nipples as her mouth opened and her breath came in shorter gasps. I rushed to the camera.
“Look at yourself, not at me. You’re beautiful, Leslie. Let that soak in and bask in the knowledge. You are beautiful. Right there.” I snapped the picture. “Now just hold it there. I know what you want, dear. I know.”
I went to her camera and set the timer, then triggered the shutter. I quickly got back to my camera and noticed she shifted her position just enough that this time our eyes met in the mirror. The camera clicked.
“That’s only part of what I want,” she said.
She didn’t pick up her shirt or make a move to cover herself, but led me back to the costume rack. We went down the line until she found a blouse that could pass as a medieval men’s shirt. We went back to the setting. She began unbuttoning my shirt as she stood behind me, looking at us in the mirror.
“I found your instructions to be very stimulating,” she whispered. “I hope you find mine the same. We’re going to catch Prince Charming in the act of dressing. Hmm. You don’t need the makeup or the dress. We’ll get back to those. You always dress in such nice Oxford shirts. That’s very unhippie of you. I see you’re still wearing your peace symbol, though. It really looks much better against your bare chest, don’t you think? Now let’s not start with the shirt on. Nice firm abs. Straighten up. I do like a nice smooth chest. Hairy men there don’t do a thing for me. Mmm. This beard, though, is sexy.”
She had me stripped topless and hung the new shirt on one of my fingers, flung over my shoulder. She caressed my chest and circled my nipples. Then she picked up her camera and clicked a few shots.
“You know, nice smooth chests like yours are just made to be pressed against breasts like mine,” she said, turning me toward her. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her breasts against my chest and kissed me.
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