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Summer Job
“Gabriella” by FXQuadro, ID262976540 licensed from Shutterstock.com.
WE SPENT a couple of days in Tenbrook, visiting family and receiving congratulations on all our various accomplishments. I kind of hedged on my plans since I still wasn’t sure how this was going to work out. Of course, that wasn’t adequate for my parents.
“What’s happening, Nate? You aren’t talking about your job with the State Department. Isn’t it a go?” Dad asked point-blank.
“It’s complicated, Dad. I got a letter from the draft board.”
“If those bastards are trying…”
“It’s okay, Dad. Sort of. They reclassified me I-O, like I’d requested. And then they told me that all I-O registrants had to serve. So, I’m supposed to start alternative service in September.”
“That’s when you were supposed to start with the State Department,” Dad growled. “This is vindictive. I’m sure there’s no such requirement.”
“Probably not, but you can see what they’re doing. If I contest the assignment, they’ll trash my reputation and claim the whole upset about the draft board was just me dodging the draft and not a matter of conscience at all. I really have to do the alternative service,” I said.
“And interrupt your career for two years to satisfy the egos of three old men,” Dad said.
“Not exactly, but we’re kind of keeping the rest of it quiet. It seems that the State Department has sort of bought my contract. When I report the first of September, I’ll be assigned to the job I was supposed to have in the first place. Only now, I have a two-year contract with the State Department, and it’s no longer employment at will. I have to stay with them for two years.”
“I hope the job is as good as it sounds, since you’re stuck with it,” he chuckled. He shook his head and I could tell he was still cussing out the draft board in his head. Dad was like that. He’d accept whatever the verdict was, but it would eat at him inside.
“How’s your health, Dad? What have the doctors said lately?”
“Oh, they don’t seem to be too concerned, so I try not to be. Say they got rid of the problem and I should get back to work. I’m working. Can’t say that I’m as good at this job as I was at installing heating and air conditioning, but I know what I’m doing. Nobody gets a shock when they touch one of our speakers.”
“That would be a rude awakening,” I said.
“It happened,” Dad chuckled. “Not on a job I did, but on one I had to repair. When they installed the speaker, they put a screw right into the electric line. I had to tear the whole thing down and rewire it. At least the problem wasn’t my fault.”
“Will you visit us in Stratford this summer?”
“Your mother has a bee in her bonnet about needing to check up on Naomi. She says we need to vacation in Germany and go see our daughter. Of course, I need a passport and that’s been a little tricky since I was born at home in Virginia and my parents never filed a birth certificate. I’ve had to find three people to attest that I was born there and am a citizen.”
“Any problem with that?”
“No. Interesting. I had to contact my brother and get him to attest that he was there when I was born.”
“I thought Uncle Lewis was dead. Why don’t we ever see him?”
“We had a falling out. He gave me some advice and it nearly cost me my marriage and my family. Then he didn’t like my solution to the problem. I finally decided I could have one family with your mother, or I could continue to be part of a family with my brother. I chose your mother.”
“That’s pretty difficult. Do I have… like… cousins?” I asked.
“Yes. But I’m not sure where. When Dotty divorced Lewis, she took the kids and hasn’t been heard from since. They might not even have the Hart name anymore,” Dad sighed. “Families are tricky things to negotiate. Better to just leave things as they are.”
Well, that was a little depressing. I had an uncle and some cousins that I didn’t know. I remembered what a surprise it had been to Chris when she found out she had a half-brother. And to find out Dad almost lost Mom due to that uncle’s interference was a real shock. Families and dark secrets. Who knew what stories might be hidden in my family.
It made me more determined than ever to cherish what I have and to protect it to the best of my ability.
We got home to Chicago Tuesday night with all the good wishes from our families for a great summer. We had a bit of a debate about whether we’d continue to keep the apartment in Chicago. It wasn’t really a requirement to live in the city since Ronda and I would be traveling for our jobs most of the time. I thought we should look for a house a little way out of town, but we didn’t really have time to do it before we needed to be back in Stratford. I needed to start photographing the next show on Monday. And we’d need to move all our furniture out of the apartment. We just didn’t have time or a place to move it to.
We ended up packing up everything we could fit in either the microbus or the Rambler and taking it with us to Canada. Technically, now we could sublet the apartment as furnished and probably get a group of students in before fall. Our clothes and personal items were all removed, as well as Toni’s toys. We even managed to cram the beanbag chair into the trunk.
Wednesday around noon, we took off and drove through to Windsor, where we chose to spend the night at the Holiday Inn. Somehow, moving out of the apartment felt more final than stripping the studio over Camera Warehouse before Anna and I went to Canada a few weeks ago. As usual, we had a nice room and the friendly manager at the hotel gave us a couple of two-for-one meal passes and a lollipop for Toni. We had a good meal and all cuddled together for the night before we headed on to Stratford the next day.
“Oh, I’m so glad to see you guys,” Melinda said when we came in through the back of the studio. “We’ve got two requests for photo sittings and I had to put them off because I wasn’t sure of your shooting schedule.”
Anna went straight to work as keeper of the appointments while the rest of us moved our possessions up into the apartment over the store. This apartment was significantly larger than the one in Chicago, so bringing our things in didn’t overcrowd us at all. We didn’t bother to bring pots and pans and dishes from Chicago. We had all that in Stratford. It would be a challenge integrating the art we had on the walls and cramming the closets even more full of our clothes.
I went downstairs to see how Anna was doing. She was on the phone with a potential client.
“We can get you in tomorrow,” she said. “I’ve already filled our Saturday slot and the photographer is not available next week because he’s doing production photographs for the Festival.— Yes, he’s the official photographer of the Festival.— Okay, I’ll put you in for noon tomorrow. Please bring any specific clothing you would like in your photos and an object that is significant to you. It always makes a nice accent.— No, ma’am. Nudity is not required. Many clients want a boudoir photo that is partially nude, but that is entirely up to you.— Thank you. We’ll see you at noon.”
“Are we okay?” I asked as she hung up the phone. She collapsed in my arms.
“I wasn’t expecting to be in negotiations so soon after we got back,” she said. “We have two clients set up. The one at noon tomorrow has just arrived in town for a long weekend of theatre and was desperate to get an Attic Allure photo. She said she heard about you in Minneapolis of all things! The Saturday morning appointment is with an actress who was in As You Like It and she liked her photo so well she wanted a full sitting. She seemed to think it was important to get to you before your schedule fills up for the summer.”
“Wow! I’d better get the studio in shape and ready to have customers,” I said. “Fortunately, we didn’t leave it in bad condition when we went back to Chicago.”
I headed into the studio wondering what kind of experiences I was about to have with the rush to get things photographed. Next week I’d be photographing The Three Penny Opera at the Avon Theatre and Orpheus at the studio theatre, or what was now officially called the Tom Patterson Theatre. They were both operas and I wasn’t sure how the photography might differ from the staging of a play.
It really wasn’t too much of a task to get the studio dusted and vacuumed. Everything was set for my first client on Friday. Ronda would assist me in the studio.
“Hi! Hi! I’m Beverly Young,” the bright young woman said upon entering the studio.
“Hi, Beverly. I’m Nate Hart. Welcome to Attic Allure. Come on in and take a look at our gallery while we talk a little about what you’d like today.”
“Oh, these are all so cool!” Beverly said. “Rachel told me I couldn’t expect to come in and get a full body paint job, but I could really get a fun and sexy shot.”
“Rachel?” I said. Something finally clicked about Minneapolis.
“Oh. Yeah.” Beverly took a deep breath and let it out explosively. Then she smashed her lips against mine and began to probe with her tongue. After only a second or two, she backed off. “Rachel Hannity is one of my best friends from high school and she wanted me to give you that from her.”
“Well, thank you very much. We had a lot of fun when Rachel was here for photos.”
“I could tell. But she said I didn’t have to go all the way. I mean naked, you know. I mean, maybe I will, but I’d just like something sexy without being really exposed, you know? I’ve got, like, a negligee with me that is sort of see-through for the bedroom photo, you know? I just want something that will make me finally look as pretty as Rachel, you know?”
“I know,” I affirmed.
Beverly was a bundle of nervous energy, practically bouncing on her toes as she told us what she wanted. She was about five-seven or five-eight and was a full-bodied woman. Nothing was really out of proportion and she wasn’t fat by any means, but she carried more weight than Anna, who was about the same height. She had straight red hair, and her makeup was nicely done.
“Beverly, I’d like to start with a couple of nice portrait shots of you. It will give us a chance to work together and see about things like lighting and backdrops,” I said.
“You can call me Bev. Okay. Like, whatever you think is best. I signed that release thing.”
We pulled a neutral backdrop and I started moving lights, shifting her position, taking a picture, and starting over. I found that it worked best if the model was just used to having me touch her as I positioned her, and trust that I will put her in the best light. Her red hair was a softer auburn in the right light and I liked what I was seeing with the contrast against her pale skin. I was envisioning different images as we worked and knew she wanted a boudoir photo, so that was what I would move us gradually toward.
I was shooting black and white in the Hasselblad and Ektachrome slides in the Nikon. I had the 4x5 ready to move in if I saw a perfect shot. It would come. Bev was leaning into me when I positioned her, and responded well when I unbuttoned her blouse a little. It wasn’t enough to make her uncomfortable, but did reveal some nice deep cleavage. I thought maybe those breasts actually needed a more supportive bra than she was wearing.
“Okay, Bev, let’s see what you’ve brought for outfits and I’ll see if we can enhance it a little.” We went into the dressing room and she showed me a couple of cute little sets. I was surprised though, that nearly everything she brought was underwear—and most of it was see-through. I pulled out a black body stocking that was a cutwork torso with a mesh panel over the breasts. “What do you think of this one?” I asked.
“Oh, that’s one of my favorites,” Bev answered.
“Okay, let’s get you into it. You know, don’t you, that we’ll be able to see through this mesh and see your nipples?”
“Shh. Just don’t mention that. They’ll be covered, right? If you can see through my clothes, that’s too bad. I’m wearing clothes,” she said. Hmm.
“Okay. Let’s get you changed and then I want to work on your hair a little.”
“You can’t stay in here while I change clothes! I mean… um… well… like, isn’t that your girlfriend out there?”
“Yes, I always work with an assistant. She’s called one of my other girlfriends in from the shop to help change the backdrop.”
“But she doesn’t care if you, like, um… see me naked?”
“No. You talked to Rachel, right? Did she tell you about how we painted her in front of an audience?”
“Well, yeah. I just thought… How… how… how do you help?”
“I just help you out of what you’re wearing and into the next outfit. I make sure what is supposed to be covered is covered and that the clothes fit you right. It also gives me ideas of what I should show in the photo,” I said. I finished unbuttoning her blouse and stepped behind her to take it off her arms.
“Oh… okay… I guess. Um… Thanks for hanging up my blouse. Here’s my skirt.”
I guess something in her head clicked and it was now okay to have me with her. I turned and unfastened her bra, taking it from her before she had a chance to react.
“I’m kind of floppy,” she sighed. “I thought if you only saw me when I had my clothes on, you might not notice.”
I reached around her and gently lifted her breasts.
“They’re beautiful,” I said. “You don’t need to worry about them looking floppy in the photos. We’ll make sure you are positioned in such a way as to have them look like great cleavage and nothing else. Your nipples are very pale, so even under the mesh body stocking, they’ll be almost invisible. I see you have a full bush. I like that. We just need to make sure the hair is tucked into the suit. What we don’t want is stray hairs hanging out around the edge. Now, let’s get your arms in and adjust the front panel so it’s offering a little support to you. This is nice, Bev. Let me look to see if we got all the hair tucked in. That’s good. Now have a seat here while I brush out your hair. I think we’ll want it fanned out around your shoulders. Are you feeling better now?”
“You’re so nice, Nate. You really watch and observe. You don’t just stare at my bits. I… I don’t mind you touching me a little. If it helps the photo, you know.”
“Good. Let’s head back out and see what Ronda has for us in the way of a setting.”
Ronda and Anna had set up a blue backdrop with a green turf carpet. On this they had placed a number of fake potted plants and half a dozen pink flamingoes. I just had to nod while Bev looked at it curiously.
“Now, Bev, this is your new setting. You look quite delicious in your little lace body stocking. We’re going to catch you at home with your flamingoes.”
“That’s…” she paused as she considered it and began to smile. “…actually kind of cool. Um… Maybe I should have a hat and a watering can. Or a pair of binoculars.”
Ronda went to work finding what we needed, as I tried Bev in a couple of positions and adjusted lights on her. It was, in fact, pretty cool. We were going to get a few nice pictures in this setting.
Bev didn’t object when I slipped the straps of her leotard off her shoulders and pulled it down to fully expose her breasts. We did some creative things with positioning flamingoes or plants strategically, so she wasn’t exposed any more than she’d been in the holes in the costume. I took her back to the dressing room and told Ronda we were ready for the bedroom scene.
“How are these feeling now that they’re out in the air?” I asked, gently stroking her breasts.
“Mmm. That feels nice. It’s all been okay so far.”
“Let’s take this off now and try on the little white nightie. I’m thinking we’ll want everything to be very soft and light for your boudoir photo. Something that will let the real you show through.”
I pulled the body stocking the rest of the way off and spent a moment fluffing the reddish brown hair around her mons.
“That tickles kind of nice.”
“I just try to make sure nothing is matted down. It’s a similar thing with your nipples. When we are taking a sexy photo, nipples should be hard and protruding.”
“I wish my areolae were smaller and rounder. They’re a little oblong and huge.”
“Oh, but look at this,” I said, leaning forward to suck one of her nipples between my lips and give it a few lashes with my tongue. I switched to the other nipple and repeated the process with her holding my head to her big breast. “Now look in the mirror,” I said. “Your areolae are so pale they almost completely blend in with your skin tone. Just a little flushed. But your nipples get brighter red when they’re erect. They’ll be the only thing we can see beneath your nightie.”
“Um… uh… You can… um… make sure they’re really hard, then.”
I took the invitation and feasted on her nipples for a few minutes, letting my hand stray south to continue to ruffle her fur.
“Now, let’s get you into the little nightie,” I said, pulling the scrap of white nightdress over her head. It was as thin as a piece of tissue. I led her to the bed and picked her up to lay her in the position I wanted.
“Are you going to make love to me now?” she whispered.
“With the camera, my sweet.”
I tried several positions for her that would show her bits, but not make them the focal point. I wasn’t quite satisfied, though I repeatedly stroked her breasts to make sure the nipples stayed the hard red points they’d become. For the first time I could remember, I thought what fun it would be to clamp a clip-on earring onto them like I’d done to Leslie for our class project. Only I didn’t really care about making a better photo. Her nipples just looked like they would be that fun to play with.
Abandoning that idea, I came up with another.
“I think I know what we need. I’ll be right back.”
I headed into the dressing room, thinking I would get water, but instead, my eyes fell upon a bottle of baby oil. Perfect. I went back to her and began pouring oil on the top of her breasts and then spreading it over the whole melon with my hand. She was panting by the time I had enough oil on her breasts to soak through the nightie and plaster it tight to her skin. I rolled her to her side so her breasts were compressed together with a lot of cleavage on display.
“This is perfect,” I said, wiping my hands on a towel so I could handle the camera.
“I never thought anyone would want to see my breasts all oily.”
“Oh, Beverly. Any man who sees your breasts oiled like this would want to see them oiled when you are together.”
“Really?”
“Think about it, dear.” I took pictures as I adjusted her position slightly, moved her hair and got her into different facial expressions. “I think we have what we want, Bev. This is a unique and beautiful boudoir photo.”
I picked her up from the bed and carried her to the dressing room, where I immediately removed her nightie and held her as I continued massaging her oily breasts.
“Why would men want to have me oily like this?” she asked.
“Well, if you put your hands on either side of them and push them together slightly, you’ll find a very slippery channel between them. Guys like slippery channels.”
“Oh. OH! I get it. It would be like… I have to try it. Please. I know you’ve been as hard as my nipples. Let me feel your cock between my breasts.”
She immediately went to work opening my trousers and pulling them down with my underwear. She was right. Ever since I started playing with those huge breasts, I’d been hard. She sat on the edge of the couch with her legs spread so I could get between her knees and I slid my cock up and into that oily channel. I’d only been imagining what it would be like until now. It was exquisite.
“Bev, you know what happens when a man comes, don’t you?”
“Yeah, sure. He pumps stuff out his cock. Oh! If you come, you’ll paint my face, won’t you.”
“I can pull back and stop,” I said, regretting every word.
“No! Keep going. Will you really come like this?”
“Yes. Pretty soon.”
She looked down at her chest where my cock rose out of her cleavage on each stroke. Then she seemed to make a decision and opened her mouth. On my next stroke, she caught the tip of my cock with her lips and tongued it. I moaned.
That was all the warning she got. On my next upstroke, she caught the tip of my cock in her mouth and I held there as I began ejaculating. I almost collapsed to the floor. I managed to pull myself around and sit on the couch next to Bev. I caught her in my arms and began kissing her. This time, I let my fingers continue on down through her bush and start playing in another slippery channel. In just a few minutes, Bev was gasping for breath as her orgasm hit her. She leaned into me and I held her.
“Wow! I’m not inexperienced with men, you know. Most want to get it in my vagina and come there. Some want me to suck them. But none have ever suggested fucking my boobs. And I don’t think I’ve ever had a guy who cared if I came after he did. That was the best ever.”
“I should get you cleaned up,” I said. “You don’t want to get oil on your other clothes.”
“Right. Um… Take your time, you know, washing my boobs. They’re still tingling.”
I took my time and Bev had a hand between her legs while I washed her. Once the oil was cleaned off, I went back to sucking on her nipples and it didn’t take her long at all to rub herself to another come.
“Still got the touch,” Ronda laughed when I emerged from the dressing room.
“I really didn’t intend to do that,” I said. “I thought I’d get rid of her and have a nice time in the darkroom with my lover.”
“I don’t see that the outcome changed at all,” Ronda said. “Let’s get some pictures developed.”
We went into the darkroom and I started processing the film from my session with Beverly. All told, it was a really good session and I got some artistic black and whites that I was sure she’d be pleased with. And while Ronda and I were in the darkroom, we spent some quality time just holding and kissing each other. Of course, after I started printing photos, the kissing and hugging got a little more serious. Before too long, Ronda and I were intimately connected while I waited for the timer to ring for my enlarger or developer. Then, she’d jump off my lap while I transferred the print from one tray to another. As soon as the timer was set again, she’d make sure I was still hard and then settle her pussy down on my cock again.
“Why do girls act that way?” I asked. “I’d never met Beverly before and in three hours I was fucking her titties and frigging her to an orgasm. It just isn’t natural.”
“No, it’s not. Of course, there’s the mystique that precedes a woman who makes an appointment. She’s already expecting something magical to happen. Anything you do contributes to the fulfillment of her fantasy.”
“Beverly isn’t a student at Columbia or Tenbrook, and she isn’t involved with the theatre in any way. In fact, it sounded like going to the plays here this week was kind of incidental to the real purpose for her trip.”
“Exactly. She was a friend of Rachel’s. She saw the photos you took of Rachel and heard Rachel tell her about the experience. I wouldn’t be surprised if Rachel painted the entire fantasy and even traveling to Stratford was like starting to live the fantasy,” Ronda said.
We were getting pretty close to our climaxes and when the timer rang again, we both moaned our complaint. I shifted the prints and started rinsing the first one under running water before putting it on a drying plate and squeegeeing it off. I handed it off to Ronda and she ran the blow dryer while I moved the next print to the rinse. We had three in progress, so that kept us busy for the next thirty minutes without a break to reconnect.
When I got the last print rinsed and drained, I set it aside and pulled Ronda back into my arms. We renewed our interest with a little kissing and were soon fucking in earnest until we both came hard.
“I love you so much,” I said. “I’m really happy with you and Anna and Patricia. I don’t care if another woman ever undresses for me. You three are all I want.”
“That may be all you get starting in the fall,” Ronda laughed. I felt come gush out of her and over my balls. “We may not have any opportunity for personal photography after we start working for the State Department. We can’t exactly just arrive in Mexico City and have a beautiful embassy employee ready to learn all about the ID photography and then get undressed so you can take her bedroom photo. In her bedroom.”
“That’s true. I’d guess we need to be on our best behavior,” I said. “I’m so glad you’ll be traveling with me most of the time.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be keeping an eye and ear out at each consulate to see if there happens to be a woman who would be interested. Just don’t expect many of them. It’s a US Government job.”
“Naomi has told me quite a lot about how free and lascivious people are in the Air Force. She had quite a job keeping men’s hands off her until she went to Germany.”
“It changed?”
“No. She’s frequently mentioned another airman, though. I think they’ve become an item, but it isn’t public. It could hurt both their careers.”
“I’m glad she found a nice guy. Your parents will be pleased when they visit her this summer.”
“Maybe. I’m not actually sure it’s a guy. I tried to prepare Mom for that possibility, but she’s still trying to cope with Kat and Julie’s relationship,” I said.
“Well, here’s hoping everyone is happy,” Ronda said, kissing me as I slipped out of her. We wiped ourselves up a little, grabbed the three prints and went out into the studio to show them to our girlfriends.
* * *
“So, what character did this Gabriella Markum play?” I asked Anna. “I don’t remember her.”
“You wouldn’t. In the early part of the show, she was one of Duke Frederick’s bodyguards,” Anna said.
“Really?”
“You might not have realized it, because the women who played the guards were all pretty tall and were well-disguised as men. Then, in the forest scenes, she was one of the rustics. Kathleen told me it was part of Damien’s strategy to make it look less unlikely that Rosalind could pull off being disguised as a boy. She was the same size as the guards.”
“Well, that’s cool. Isn’t As You Like It on the schedule for Saturday night?”
“Yes. We have tickets. It’s the first show we’ve actually managed to attend. It will be fun to have worked with Gabriella earlier in the day.”
“Okay. I saw that John delivered some props and costumes. I assume they are for Gabriella,” I said.
“And others. I had half a dozen calls yesterday asking about the schedule.”
“I guess it’s our summer job, right? We’d better get down to the studio and get it ready.”
We had the studio ready for a portrait sitting by nine o’clock when Gabriella Markum arrived.
“Gabriella, welcome to Attic Allure. I’m Nate and I’m glad to see you again. I see you’ve brought some things. Let’s hang them in the dressing room and then tour the gallery to discuss what kind of photo you’d like.”
“Thank you, Nate. I didn’t think you’d remember me from the production shots. We stay pretty well disguised.”
“That’s true enough. I would never place you as one of the guards.”
In fact, Gabriella was pretty spectacular. That often wasn’t the case with stage actors. Acting on stage was pretty strictly talent based. No one was going to zoom in on their faces like they would in a movie. And a stage actor is always going to be human size and viewed from at least fifteen feet away. Makeup could create any character they wanted. A movie actor’s face was often viewed in closeup, twenty feet wide on a big screen. You could see every pore in their skin.
Gabriella could have been a movie actress if she was as good vocally as she looked physically.
“I think that’s one of the things I’d like to correct in the photo session,” she said as she pointed out images that particularly appealed to her. “I play a male guard covered from head to toe in armor. No one would have the slightest idea that I’m a woman. Damien didn’t want to call attention to that. I do.”
“I think I see. You’d like to show a similar character but have it obvious that you are a woman.”
“You’ve got it.”
“Let’s start with a formal portrait. Step back into the dressing room with me and let’s take a look at your makeup.”
She sat in the chair in front of the mirror.
“As you can see, I’m obviously not wearing any,” she laughed. “I talked to some of the girls in the theatre. They uniformly told me that I would have the best experience and the best results if I just put myself in your hands. They specifically mentioned having you do my makeup and costume changes and arrangement.”
“Well, Kathleen sometimes exaggerates,” I laughed.
“Perhaps. Olivia and Bridget do not. And I don’t think Greta or Judy would bother to exaggerate, either.”
She surprised me by simply pulling her shirt off over her head and tossing it over on the couch. She was gloriously topless. I had thought she was nicely tan—as if she’d spent the winter on a Caribbean Island beach. But there was no sign of tan lines on her body. If it was from a beach, I’d like to visit there.
She was evenly bronze from her face down as far as I could see, which was below her navel. She had fairly large but firm boobs and I could only imagine how much it hurt to strap them down flat to play a male.
“You are beautiful. I have to ask: Do you sunbathe in the nude?”
“You guessed it,” she chuckled. “I spent the winter on Tenerife. That’s in the Canary Islands, just west of Morocco. That’s my accent. I was born and raised there. I’ve never worn clothes while there.”
“I was just thinking how much I’d like to visit your beach. It must be pretty spectacular.”
“I personally think I have the best boobs on the island, but there are about twenty thousand girls who would contest that statement.”
“Let’s start with some pretty standard street makeup for a portrait. We’ll take a look at the costumes for your Attic Allure photo and see what adjustments need to be made then.”
She sat patiently while I made her up and then I chose a top for her portrait. It definitely showed some spectacular cleavage. She let me dress her and brush out her thick black hair. I inspected her carefully and led her to the stool Anna had prepared for her. I adjusted the lighting a bit and started taking pictures.
We worked well together. I didn’t feel any pressure to make sexual passes at her, nor did she so much as flinch when I brushed against her breast to unbutton her blouse to show a little more depth to the cleavage.
When we finished the portrait, we took a look at the costumes and props. There were a couple of different choices in preparing her as a warrior maiden. We talked about them and what she liked about each. I chose an outfit made mostly of strips of leather and a little armor plate over her shoulder and upper arm. The top was a strip of leather that went across her breasts and hid her nipples, with another strip that crossed her belly. We had a rather rustic sword and a red cape to go with it.
“We’ll do a number of poses with this,” I explained. “I’m going to work with a plain gray backdrop and light it so it creates a kind of glow behind you. That will also wash out any shadows behind you.”
I got her arranged and we started with a straight-forward shot with the sword point-down in front of her. Gabriella was also quite muscular, and raising the sword—even though it was a lightweight theatre prop—allowed her arm muscles to pop. Having her stretch out with the sword pointed, caused her right breast to pop out of her armor. I got that image, too. She seemed completely comfortable with the exposure and with me touching her breast as I repositioned the leather armor, first so she was not exposed, and then so she was fully exposed on both sides.
“Anna, I think we need a more dramatic backdrop. Let’s use the stormy clouds backdrop and I’ll hit it with a little red light.” Anna and I got the backdrop changed and Gabriella waited patiently, not bothering to cover her breasts at all.
I moved her in front of the new backdrop and adjusted lighting once again. This would require a high quality color transparency. I set the 4x5 up.
“In order to keep the drama up, I’m not using a huge amount of light,” I said. “That means a long exposure for this rather slow film. You’ll need to hold very still when I take the picture.”
I got one of her with the sword held over her shoulder. I tried running the fan to make her cape billow, but the fabric was too heavy. Instead, I moved a light pole just out of the picture and fastened a corner of the cape to it. Then the fan just filled the cape so it looked like it was billowing. A little motion blur wouldn’t hurt this at all.
I noted that John had brought some painted flats over. Some of them could be fastened together to make a background as big as a drop would be. A pair were hinged to make a corner of a room. The rest were six feet wide, stretched with muslin, and painted as slightly representative backgrounds. I needed to ask him where and how these were used.
One in particular was all gray with black and white highlights that made it look like a cross between plaster and pewter. A decorative accent board had been painted at a diagonal across the flat and above it was a broken shield. I liked it a lot and we set it up with lights that would cause it to drop into shadow on the left side.
I tried a picture of Gabriella in front of it, but pulled her out of the scene after just one.
“I don’t want to use another whole setting but have you still in the same armor. I saw some chain mail on the rack. Let’s try getting you into that.”
We went back to the dressing room, and I removed her costume. When she was standing naked in front of me, I took just a moment to appreciate the view.
“Your breasts are a huge temptation,” I said. “They are so perfect.”
“Um… You don’t have to resist the temptation,” she said. “From what Greta said, I expected you to have handled them pretty thoroughly by now. I took my shirt off in front of you over an hour and a half ago and you’ve scarcely grazed them since.”
“I do try to have some semblance of professionalism when I’m photographing a beautiful woman.”
She took hold of my hands and pulled them to her chest.
“I’ve always wondered what it would be like if a true professional caressed them,” she whispered. “Yes. Very nice. Don’t be a stranger to them. Visit often.”
“As you wish,” I said. I kept caressing her as I leaned in to kiss her. It was a kiss that quickly deepened. “I think I want to increase the drama in your eyes for this next set,” I said, having her sit at the table again.
Instead of my usual position just to the side of a model while I do her makeup, Gabriella spread her legs open so I could sit between them, directly in front of her. Her pussy also opened in front of me and I lightly stroked up the wet slit before I started applying more makeup to her eyes.
“That’s more like it,” I said as I put the makeup brush aside. I stroked her pussy and squeezed her breast again.
“Yes, it certainly is,” she whined. “Make me your warrior queen.”
I fastened a chainmail skirt around her waist. It was just long enough to cover her pudendum. I stroked her under it once more. Then I dropped the chainmail over her head and smoothed it around her shoulders and over her breasts. It was only barely long enough to cover her nipples.
“This mail is so light,” I said. “I expected it to be much heavier from looking at it.”
“It’s actually made of plastic,” Gabriella laughed. “I’ve seen sheets of the plastic mesh in the costume shop. They can cut it and sew it together. And it might be a little less cold against my nipples than metal would be.”
“I can imagine,” I said. I lifted the chains a little and placed a kiss on each of her nipples. She moaned.
I led her to the new backdrop and started posing her again. I didn’t like it, so I took the sword and went back to the props table. There was a battle axe there and a helmet. I brought them to her.
“This should help the look,” I said. I got the hairbrush and brushed out her long hair again, letting it fall forward on either side of her breasts. That was good. “Now let’s find the perfect passionate female warrior inside you for this series.”
The mail also had a hood and I took a couple pictures of her with it raised. I didn’t want her head covered, though. I pulled the mail back down and had her hold the helmet and axe. It was beginning to look delicious.
“I’m going to take a picture in color,” I said. “I know Anna said the package included black and white prints, but if you’ll sign a release for these, I’ll include a color 8x10 for your portfolio.”
“Oh. Nice!”
I took several photos in color, getting her to move into different positions. There was even one in which she lifted the mail and teased the viewer with her nipple. I liked that a lot.
I took the axe and helmet from her and picked her up to carry to the dressing room.
“That’s it,” I said, settling her onto the couch. “We got some great shots.”
“As long as I’m signing a model release anyway, I’d like to do a full makeup piece sometime this summer.”
“I think we can arrange that. I’ll need to check in with Leanne about what we can create.”
“In the meantime, you could get me out of this armor and enjoy kissing and caressing me some more. I mean, I’d enjoy it.”
“Believe me, I will enjoy it as well,” I laughed.
And I did. Filling my hands and mouth with those delicious breasts was a magnificent treat. Filling my mouth with her pussy juices was even better.
Gabriella left with plenty of time to get lunch and make her call time at the theatre. I ran the color transparencies down to Dave at Pro Photo Source and was disappointed when I was reminded that it was Saturday and I wouldn’t get the transparencies back until Tuesday.
When I got home, Anna had already begun processing the black and white images. We spent a very satisfying afternoon in the darkroom together. Then we went out to see Gabriella in As You Like It. Now that I knew what was under that suit of armor she wore, I wished she would shed it again. I hoped Leanne was up to helping me do a full body makeup job on her this summer.
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