The Photographer Meets the Model

[TheRomanMan]

OOC: I am looking for a literate girl to play the role of the model. If you are not able to form paragraphs, I am not interested. I am sorry if that sounds mean, but I like to take my writing seriously. Furthermore, I only request one other thing from the girl that does play. When you do post your introduction, please include pictures of: her shirt, her pants/skirt, her bra, panties and shoes. I appreciate it.

Now, the RP:

Different people do different things in the world. Some decide that they want to go into business for themselves, owning different things and selling their stuff, or other people’s stuff. Some people decide that they want to become performers, actors for shows, what ever you want to call it. Some decide they want to become teachers and teach people the ways of the world. Different people do different things. Then there was Jett, who had decided that the only thing that he thought he was good at was photography. The man could sing, but he didn’t think so. The man was a good actor, but he didn’t think so. He was a good businessman, so he opened up his studio. Despite all this, he had gone with photography, because he honestly did not think he was good at anything else. Living in a life where your parents don’t support you, where you never hear any forms of encouragement and where there’s nothing for you to use to succeed, it wasn’t easy to become the other things, such as an actor or musician. However, that wasn’t to say he didn’t like his job. He loved it. He got to take photos of beautiful women and he made his money that way. What was better than doing things like that? There was nothing better.

Jett Shaw was good at what he did. That was why when a model was looking to get started in the world, she came to him. He knew how to take a picture and make a still picture come to life. He knew how to make a beautiful woman look even more beautiful, without touch ups or anything. He was just good with the camera and he was even better at making the woman smile. There’s a difference between a smile most models give when they’re lying and a true, genuine smile. Jett was able to bring out that genuine smile, which made the model look even more beautiful. However, he didn’t know whether the woman that was coming today would be easily seduced into smiling. Seduced, don’t assume it means sexually. Sleeping with his models wasn’t something he did, however he did think about it. He did a job and he did it good, not wanting to do it any other way. If people didn’t like it, they didn’t have to. As long as they understood he was in this for his work, not for an easy one night stand.

When the woman stepped into the studio, he looked up and ran his tongue over his lips softly. The clothing that he would use to make her looks amazing hung on a rack. It was firmly ironed, no wrinkles, and some of the clothes were obviously extremely sexy. The way the system worked was he took the pictures and sent them to magazines. The clothes were provided by companies and he would find the models to wear them. He didn’t get paid until he got a model that the magazines liked and paid for the pictures. That meant, if he had fifty models and none of them made him money, he’d be broke. But he was known for getting the right women and for getting most of his models good jobs. All of them got at least a job. “Miss (fill the name in),” he said and stepped over a wire to his camera. “I am glad you could make it…I am Jett Shaw and I will be your photographer, as well as your make up and set producer,” he said and chuckled. “I guess you can say I run a small studio,” he said with a nod of his head.

He was responsible for helping the women get dressed, doing their make up and taking the pictures. Most girls though, once they saw what he looked like, had no problem undressing in front of him. He was an extremely handsome man, his eyes a intimidating and yet intimate grey blue. His dirty blond hair was pushed back out of his eyes, a little gel holding it into place. He wore a pair of fashionable jeans and a t-shirt. He wasn’t wearing clothes to impress, however at the same time, he didn’t look dirty. The clothes were clean and respectable. Sure, he wasn’t exactly ‘business like,’ but he still looked good. Underneath his shirt was an extremely firm chest and extremely ripped abdominal muscles. When he wasn’t taking pictures or singing, he was out running and working out. It showed obviously.

 

[TheRomanMan]

OOC: I am still looking for someone.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

The model

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[TheRomanMan]

Jett looked at her and smiled softly when she told him to call her by her first name and that was all. Well, at least she wasn't one of those uptight women that did not have an appreciation for the art around photography. "Well, Kittyn...If that is what you prefer to be called, then I have no problem calling you by your first name," he said, finding it odd that her name was Kittyn. However, he was not about to say anything about it. It was not his place to say anything about it. He was the photographer and she was the beautiful model that was here to get pictures taken of her. Speaking of pictures, what kind would she want to do? There were a ton of different options.

"Alright, Kittyn...Before we can begin doing anything and before I can really pick what sorts of pictures you'd be best at, we need to run through some tests...You'll model a pair of jeans, model a thong, model a typical 'prep' outfit and then you'll go nude. I'll take pictures and then you and I can look at them together," he said to her. "There's a new magazine appearing that has a series of nude women pictures in it and they're looking for pictures...That's one choice. They're paying five grand for a set of pictures and we split the profits down the middle," he said. "Then there's a company that needs a woman that looks great in mini-skirt and polo, you know, that new preppy look. Sound good?" he asked her as he stood there.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

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[TheRomanMan]

Jett stood there for a little while and watched as she began to walk through the studio of clothes, trying to pick what she might want to wear. "I don't mind if you pick out what you wear...You can do your own make up too if you prefer. Understand, though, that if I don't like something, I am going to have to strongly advise, as the professional here, that you change it," he said to her with a smile on his face as he stood there looking at her. He ran his eyes over her body and had to appreciate the fact that she was a really beautiful girl.

"When you're all done picking what you want, please go into the back and get changed," he said to her, "or you can change out here...Doesn't matter, I'll be seeing you in the nude soon enough." He had some slight humor in his voice, although he also had the fact he was a professional. But the saying goes, all work and no play is a very bad thing indeed. It'd make for a bad attitude and a mean person.