Chapter 3: Rising Action
I am OK photographing male models, but the truth is I definitely prefer women.
There's just something about the softness of their skin, the curve of their hips, the way they move that gets my creative juices flowing. And talking about flowing juices, Angelika, well, she was a dream come true. A tall, blonde bombshell with tits that were practically begging to be freed from the constraints of her bra.
As she stepped into the studio, I could feel my pussy starting to throb. I was already wet, and she hadn't even taken her coat off yet. She looked around, taking in the space, her eyes landing on me.
She had that natural arrogance I have seen in so many of those hot vixens.
It was as if they knew they were goddesses, and they expected everyone else to bow down in awe. But there was something different about Angelika. She wasn't just another pretty face. No, she had a spark in her eyes, a fire that burned bright and hot. I could tell she was going to be trouble, and I couldn't wait to see what kind of chaos she would bring into my life.
But also, they knew I was the one holding the camera, pressing on the button to capture their beauty, and editing the pictures to enhance it even more. So, actually, I held the power, and I am the one they had to please. It was well known in the business that I am a lesbian, and also that I more than often get very close to my models during shootings.
Some might call it professional, others might call it unethical, but I don't give a damn. I am a free spirit, and I take what I want, when I want it. And right now, I wanted Angelika.
I could see the curiosity in her eyes as she watched me set up the camera, her gaze lingering on my ass as I bent over to adjust the tripod. I smirked to myself, knowing that she was checking me out. I made sure to give her a good view, swaying my hips slightly as I moved around the studio.
I motioned for her to follow me to the dressing area. "Let's get you into something more... appropriate for the shoot," I said, my voice laced with innuendo.
I could see the corners of her mouth twitching, trying to suppress a smile. She was enjoying this as much as I was.
The dressing area was a small room off to the side of the studio, filled with racks of clothes and a large mirror. I closed the door behind us, the click of the lock echoing in the small space. Angelika raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.
I turned to face her, my eyes scanning her body. "You know, I've been looking forward to this shoot all week," I said, my voice low. "There's just something about you, Angelika. Something...