Wild Life Photography

[AntonTovaras]

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Mrs Daniels was an old, fat cow, and all the soft lighting and gentle shadows in the world were not going to hide that. Nevertheless, she insisted on these photo sets of her in her lingerie, insisting that her husband adored them. Steven Wild needed the money, so he took her pictures in his little storefront studio and tried to tell himself making her look good was a serious professional challenge. He retreated behind the counter when she attempted to hug him, and felt a little surge of despair when she scheduled her next shoot for the following week.

Steven Wild was Wild Life Photography. The owner and sole employee, and every day when he looked at how much he had made and how much his expenses were, he heard his father telling him photography was a terrible way to make a living. Much to Eric's surprise, his father had been right. He did school pictures, yearbooks, parties and portfolios. He endured soccer moms who thought their daughters had what it took to be models and old fat cows like Mrs Daniels. He suffered through bat mitzvahs and quinceanos. He did weddings and learned that even the prettiest, sweetest women turning into fire-breathing hags when they were brides, or brides' mothers. Occasionally, he even got to take pictures that he thought were good.

When Mrs Daniels finally left, he was about to shut down. It was seven o'clock, and except for the Chinese take-out place three doors down, the strip mall was deserted. He thought about going out for a drink. He was 25, still young, still tall and lean and handsome. He had as good a chance of getting laid as anyone else, he thought, but it seemed like a huge hassle for an uncertain outcome. He had cut his dark hair short and shaved the scruffy little beard that had seemed so crucial a few years earlier, and he had given up the ripped jeans and heavy metal t shirts for a black buttondown and black jeans. He tried not to think of it as selling out, because if he had sold out, he had gotten screwed on the deal.

 

[PleasureBot69]

Violette Façon was young, bright-eyed and very much in love, as she ran towards the sign that read Wild Life Photography with a hopeful look on her face. Reading the hours, and seeing it was about to close, she tapped on the door, and stepped inside. "Hello? I'm sorry to jump in at the end like this, but could you squeeze in a last-minute shoot? It's a bit of an emergency!"

Dressed as she was, Violette hardly seemed as though she were in the middle of an emergency. Her skirt flowed around her tall legs like a dark phantom, with the shorter main length of the skirt beneath serving to cover her modesty; above, she wore a red-and-white flowered chemise. She wore a little red lipstick and a modest touch of blush, and overall seemed to be dressed to the nines. Her face was not universally considered beautiful, but people were known to comment on the unique, or striking quality she had to her.

"I'm getting married in two weeks, and I really want to do a shoot for my fiance. I'm such a procrastinator..."

Dressed in: http://nounaryustyle.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/Black-High-Low-Skirt-With-Flower-Blouse1.jpg

Appearance: (see profile)

 

[AntonTovaras]

Steven looked up and saw the young girl outside, tapping on the glass. He walked around the counter and smiled to himself when he saw the young woman outside, peering in, a little breathless and definitely pretty, in a curious way. He flipped the latch on the door and pulled it open, managing to get out a "Hey," before she came in and explained her situation.

"Well, I'm just getting ready to close," he started, and then he stopped. There was absolutely nothing that he had planned for the night that was more interesting that this young woman. His eyes drifted down her body, appraising, and he nodded.

"But this is obviously an emergency," he said, smiling at her. He flipped the lock on the front door and headed towards the back, where the studio was set up. He waved for her to follow. "I just don't want anyone wandering in while there's nobody up front. So did you have an idea in mind for what you wanted, or shall we go through some options?"

The studio was still set up with a fluffy white couch and pink silk curtains that still fluttered in the breeze from the fan he had left on after the last shoot. There were a few other pieces of furniture, and dozens of backdrops that he used, and as he looked at her, he thought.

"You're so pretty, I might even suggest a plain white background. Let you be the focus, without any distractions. Just the way in should be, hm?" he winked as he flipped on a few lights.

 

[PleasureBot69]

Ms. Façon looked around the studio, seeming impressed by the clean, clear nature of the shooting area, and making appropriately approving comments. "With the fan's breeze, isn't it a bit cold?" she asked, standing in the center of the room and seeming not to be too disturbed by the temperature yet. "Or rather...why isn't it? Is it because the lights are hot?"

Violette also introduced herself simply as "Violette", and went a little further explaining the nature of her interest. Specifically, "I'm looking for some pictures that he'll really like. You know, that are kind of...not perverted or weird, but maybe suggestive? I'm not really a very experimental person that way. So nothing too crazy. But maybe...you know, flirtatious." Her confusion reflected a very real uncertainty. A virgin herself, she was nervous about sexuality, and had little idea of how to express herself in this strange territory. Her looks at Steven suggested that she wanted his guidance, and perhaps some idea of how to strike the right balance between cute and flirty, without crossing into nudity or kink.

It also reflected a suitable degree of innocence, to not really know the difference...to be lost in the snares and webs of a crafty photographer.

 

[AntonTovaras]

Steven nodded his head and refrained from rolling his eyes as she explained what she was after. He turned off the fan and refocused the lights. He wondered if he had actually stumbled over one of these freaks who saved themselves for marriage, and then he grinned as she finished, and he turned to look at her. If that was who she was, that just made it a bit more of a challenge, but he promised himself he'd get her out of that skirt before she went home.

“I think I get the idea, Violette,” he said, and then he stopped what he was doing and walked over to shake her hand. “My name's Steve. Excuse me if I was … a little abrupt, before. The truth is, business is slow and I get cranky when I do too much nothing. I know it's no excuse, but … well, I apologize.”

He put his hand on her arm, gently leading her towards the sofa. The lights were hot, and he knew she'd be glad to cool off a little in a short while. He was happy to step out of the glare and get back behind the cameras. “Why don't you have a seat, and we'll start with a few shots of you sitting down. Then we can do some standing up, and try a few poses. I know he's going to like these, but then, it's hard to go wrong with such a beautiful girl.”

 

[PleasureBot69]

Violette was a brown-haired girl, with enormously rounded, sexy lips and a clear complexion. She had a slightly mocking look much of the time, that a lot of men found to be a turn-on, and a way of staring at you that made you feel tested and queried all at once. It was an intense gaze, a look of interest and evaluation, of reserved cruelty and unique intelligence. She sat on the sofa, apparently already feeling the heat of the lamps a little. Violette seemed to stretch out her neck a little, showing some of its elegant length, and settled in as best she could.

"Steve", she said, already putting her face in slightly different poses (looking up, a 'surprised look' to the left, a sexy look straight into the camera, etc.), "don't worry so much. You weren't rude. Trust me, if you're rude or I feel upset, I'll let you know! I'm that kind of person. You know, not shy, anyway."

When he complimented her, she did blush a little, looking towards the camera and Steve with a gaze intended to be sexually charged towards him. "Steve! Such a flatterer! But I bet you say that to all the girls you're photographing?" Violette was not unknown to flirt a little with men, knowing the power of her own sexuality, enjoying the looks of interest, and occasional discomfort on their faces. She was not a nasty person, but could not help take pleasure in such confirmations of her own beauty. Like all people, there was an angle one could take to draw out her pride. In an intellectual, stroking their pet topic - in a young fiance, stroking their beauty. Pride grows and flowers when it is sprinkled in the sugary water of praise and attention.

 

[AntonTovaras]

“Well, sure,” he said, winking at her as he snapped a few photographs as she posed. Her vanity was not lost on him, nor was her pride. He could see well that she was used to being admired and to remaining aloof. In other situations, he thought, she would never give him so much as a second thought, but the camera had a kind of power, especially with those women who knew they were beautiful. “But with you, I'm not just trying to build you up. I mean it. You're a natural at this.”

He spent a moment fiddling with the camera. There was nothing wrong with it, no need to adjust the focus or the lighting, but she was eating the attention up. A moment or two without it would sharpen her hunger, and make her easier to manipulate.

“One more second, hang on,” he said, and jogged back to the old desktop computer on the desk at the back of the room. From there, he switched on a couple of video cameras that were also pointed at the couch. From that point on, everything that happened would be recorded.

“So these are for your fiancee?” he said. “Wow. He must be a pretty amazing guy to be marrying a girl as beautiful as you. How about we give him something to think about, hm? Hike up your skirt some, let's show him a little more thigh. That's it. Jesus you're incredible. Think about the first time you made love with him. It must have been amazing, huh?”

He kept snapping pictures as he talked, letting the camera worship her, and letting her let herself go under the steady stream of his flatttery.

 

[PleasureBot69]

Violette blushed when he first asked to show more thigh, but she did comply. The lighter layer of her 'two part dress', with the lighter veil in front of the darker cloth, made this a natural motion - basically pushing the veil aside to leave just the mini-skirt beneath. This showed off a good amount of her legs as she sat, but when she stood up again, she showed a little originality. Turning 90 degrees to the right, she hiked her right leg onto the sofa, with her left leg still 'grounded', her right leg going into a right angle to accommodate the position.

(She looks nothing like this, but the position is basically correct, except the sofa is higher off the ground, so her leg is raised more: https://encrypted-tbn3.***********/...e3xeN9bKVFPrBkcHbTBwjxPcJioJpUX1Z-CR2TwF660oh)

This left the outer veil falling away from her exposed leg, and even the mini-skirt drawing back a bit, showing a great deal of inner thigh. Depending on the angle of the cameras that Violette did not know about, it would quite likely show off her little silk panties, too - a lovely black pair with little flowers on the lining. From here, Violette experimented a bit. She pulled a few sexy faces, pouting her lips a great deal (apparently one of her go-to expressions for the bedroom) and raising one eyebrow at a time in a 'come hither' look of intrigue.

Laughing, she responded to his other comments. "Come on, man. We're not going there, are we? Look, he and I are saving ourselves. We neck a little bit, that's all. Part of the point of these pictures, I guess, is to get him...you know, excited about our wedding night. The honeymoon and all that." She seemed to be thinking about something, and her eyes twinkled a little bit. "But yeah, the first time we kissed was beautiful. He was so gentle." It was so innocent it was almost repulsive, but her body made up for it in spades. Especially as she raised her leg in this unconsciously erotic poise.

Another danger for Violette in this situation, as in others, was that she rarely sensed how sexual of an image she was projecting. Now, as she slowly began to arc her back, jutting her breasts forward slightly and making even more of a show of her swan-like neck, she might as well have been on a Playboy spread. Well, if she was not wearing quite so many clothes...