“Me too. I’ve talked about you with Ronnie and I’ve got some dynamite ideas about this shoot.”
“You and Ronnie talked about me?”
“Sure. She helped me get a handle on what kind of pictures you want. I hope you don’t mind.”
“I don’t. What did she tell you?”
“Just that this is your first venture into this…uh, business…and that you want shots for your album. I’ve got ideas about that but, if it’s fine with you, I’d like to keep them to myself for the time being. Anyway, what do you think of Ronnie’s album?”
“Impressive.” Carla thought about the erotic photos of Ronnie and wondered whether she’d be comfortable enough with this stranger to pose like that. She twisted her fingers in her lap. “Ronnie looks so great.”
“Yeah, they did turn out well. But I had a good subject.” Tim studied his new subject more closely and muttered aloud as he thought. “Great eyes, fabulous cheekbones, great skin so there’ll be no problems with close-ups.”
Carla squirmed under Tim’s scrutiny, glad of the job that Jean-Claude and Ronnie had done with her. She ran her fingers through the cap of soft waves and nervously licked her lips. Tim’s smile was warm and understanding and since his manner was both professional and friendly, she began to relax.
“I’m sorry you’re nervous,” Tim said. “I think you’ll find the nervousness wears off quickly once we start.”
“I hadn’t realized how anxious I was about this. I really don’t know exactly what to do.”
“Don’t worry about that. It’s my job. Would you stand up?”
Carla stood, her hands hanging awkwardly at her sides.
“Relax,” Tim said. “You’re going to be great.” Long legs he thought. A great body, magnificent breasts. He decided to take a risk. Either he was going to get terrific, sexual pictures or he was going to blow it before he even took one shot. “I can see your nipples through your shirt,” he said softly. “Any man would want to suck them.” He watched her body react and knew just how to get the attitude he wanted.
Carla was a bit surprised by the language coming from this stranger, but excited too. Although they shocked her, she realized his raw words also aroused her.
“Can I get you a drink or something?” she asked.
“Actually I’d like to get started, if that’s okay. This light is wonderful and I’d like to get a few head shots right here before we do anything else.”
Carla used the mirror over the desk to touch up her makeup. “Where would you like to start?”
Tim shoved a chair toward the window, adjusted its position several times and said, “Sit here and let’s see.” Carla settled into the chair but Tim shook his head and pulled her to her feet. He moved the chair slightly and sat her back down again. “Yeah. That’s nice,” he said finally.
Heeding Jean-Claude’s advice, Carla had selected a simple kelly green tank top and black palazzo pants. She added a gold chain with large open links and oversized gold earrings. As she settled in the chair, she fluffed her short hair and Tim watched the sunlight coming through the window catch the reddish highlights. She had used three shades of eyeshadow, liner, and mascara as Jean-Claude had shown her and, with the addition of rouge and lipstick, she had been pleased with the results.
“You look smashing,” Tim said. “Now turn your head this way and tip your head.” He spent several more minutes peering through the lens of his camera and adjusting the tilt of Carla’s head and the angle of her shoulders. He also set up a video camera on a tripod, aimed at her chair.
“Video?”
“Sure. You’d be surprised how many men will enjoy watching you on tape, knowing that you’re in the room with them, naked and willing.”
“I never considered that but I’m getting an education quickly. Does Ronnie have a video?”
“Several. I’ll shut it down if you don’t want it.”
Carla stared into the video camera’s eye and found that being on display was exciting. Go the whole way? she asked herself. Who am I fooling? Damn straight I will. “Leave the camera running. It’s fine.”
When Tim had her positioned to his satisfaction, he said, “Now close your eyes.” When she did, he said, “Picture yourself lying stretched out on your back on a blanket in a secluded clearing in a forest. The sun is beating down and heating your face. Can you feel it?” When she started to nod, he said, “Don’t nod, just tell me. Is the bright sun hot on your skin?”
“Yes,” Carla said softly, raising her chin to the warmth.
“Now open your eyes.” When she did, Tim snapped off several pictures, capturing the soft, dreamy look he’d wanted. “Close them again. You’re still lying in that clearing in the forest but now you’re naked. You can feel the sun on your entire body, on your shoulders, your belly, your breasts.” He paused and watched her face. “Open your eyes.” He snapped several more pictures. “God, the camera loves you,” he murmured.
“More?” Carla said, her voice husky.
“Close your eyes.” She complied and he continued. “A man walks out of the forest. You can’t see him because your eyes are closed, but he’s tall and very good looking, with a great body and soft hands. He’s wearing a pair of faded blue jeans and nothing else. You don’t have to open your eyes to know that he’s looking at your body, but you’re not nervous. The heat of his gaze adds to the heat of the sun. He’s staring at your breasts and he can see that your nipples are getting hard. Although you’re pretending to be asleep, he knows, Carla. He knows you’re excited. He knows that he’s making you excited.” When Carla opened her eyes, Tim snapped again, then told her to move one arm and retilt her head and took several more shots. With the sound of the clicking in her ears, Carla stretched and extended her arms over her head, making love to the camera.
“Close your eyes. It’s important that the man believes you’re sleeping, so when he stretches out next to you on the blanket you stay still and keep your body relaxed. He just stares at you for a moment, then brushes his fingers through your pubic hair just touching your love button. You remain motionless, wanting him to continue.
“Although you don’t move, he knows how wet you’re getting.” Tim picked up a different camera and snapped a few shots of Carla with her eyes closed. He didn’t know whether it was her expression or the line of her body, but she was radiating sex and he wanted to capture it. “You want to move your hips to deepen his touch, but you don’t want him to know how he’s affecting you, so you remain absolutely still, pretending that you’re still asleep.”
Carla was there, in the clearing in the woods. Tim’s voice had transported her and she could actually feel the sun on her body, feel fingers probing and exploring the secret places of her body. God, she thought, he’s really turning me on. I’m going to explode.
“Keep your eyes closed and pull off your tank top and your bra,” Tim said.
Carla removed her clothes without hesitation. She was no longer nervous or embarrassed. Both Tim and the camera seemed erotic and right.
When Carla was naked to the waist, Tim repositioned her in the chair so shafts of sunlight illuminated her shoulders and breasts. Her eyes were still closed as Tim moved back behind his camera lens. “Beautiful. Let your head fall back against the chair.” He kept snapping as she moved, each pose a sensual invitation. “Now, he’s still touching your clit and you’re still pretending to be asleep. His fingers caress each fold and part your lips. You’re so wet that his finger slides easily into your body.”
Tim watched Carla’s body react to his story. He knew that she