"Are you OK?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. A bit nervous. First job in a long time. You know, the pandemic and all."
"You'll be fine. The front office cleared you or you wouldn't be here." The photo shoot coordinator looks at her tablet. "Kathy Bree is your first assignment. She'll be out in a few minutes. It'll be the daybed set. It's the third one on your left."
We are standing a few feet past a small entrance into a large warehouse. It's set up like an IKEA store with various separate displays. A kitchen, an upscale bedroom, a collage dorm room, and an area with a large backdrop of Paris. These are only the ones I can see. It is a very expansive warehouse.
I take a deep breath and walk over to the set. As indicated, in the middle is a daybed, hence the name. The set includes a teakwood free standing wall shelving and a Japanese wall hanging. The second wall is a flat white to reduce the glare of the lights illuminating the area. The daybed has several pillows along the back. Two are eggshell white and two are gray to match the gray flannel bed sheet. On the teakwood shelving is an eclectic collection of non-descript items scattered across them.
I'm fascinated by what is behind the girls, women in these types of photos. You know, the ones on porn sites. Yes, I do look at them. Only to see what the newest trend is. To keep up with my competition. And when I have the need to jack off too. I look at the CD/DVD and/or books that are partial blocked by their massive tits. Sandwiched between their legs, peaking from behind their pussy's. Are they real? Or did someone like Carol, the photo shoot coordinator set them up? Same with the other items behind the women. For example, why does this set have a wall hanging written in Japanese? I don't know what it says. Hopefully, they do. It would be funny if whoever set this up is saying Fuck You to an old girl or boy friend.
I take a few practice shots making sure I can blur the writing so no one will get into trouble. The application form stated required a DSLR camera with Wi-Fi. Fortunately for me I had a 2005 Cannon Rebel T7 Wi-Fi DSLR with an 18-55mm Lens. The required Wi-Fi is to upload the photos to their system as soon as I take them. This is to ensure no photos leave the 'studio.'
"Hi, you're new." The soft sultry voice makes my heart skip. I'd only heard voices like hers in the movies: Mae West, Lauren Bacall, Kathleen Turner, Sally Kellerman. Turning around I see a young woman who wouldn't know any of them. She could be their granddaughter, or maybe Great-Granddaughter, but as stunning. And as Carol believes the front office has cleared me, I assume this exquisite VENUS is over 18.
And all I've seen is her face. She's wrapped up in a luxurious white frothy bath robe. Her dark eyes shimmer with licentious. I know if I stare into them long enough her soul will devour me. Her slender cheeks and encouraging smile entice me to let go and do exactly that. She breaks the spell by tossing her thick mane of wavy brunette hair and sluffing off her robe.
I am astonished by the young girl, woman, in front of me. She is wearing a pastel purple opaque scoop neck onesie with scattered dark purple spots. She is slender, not petite, nor full sized, but an astounding combination. Slim arms, waist, neck, and face. She may not be full size, but her breast sure are. They're a perky full size B cup with precise round dark areolas. With hard nipples protruding from the exact center.
There's an impish bit of a pouch below her innie bellybutton and what I must assume is her bald pussy. The onesie is very tight and not as opaque down there. Down there, a woman's sweet spot; between her firm, strong muscled thighs. At this moment I'm going to assume her ass is exactly as ... Oh my god it is. She's turned around to lay the bathrobe down and her ass is as round and firm as her tits are perky. I'm glad I wore dark blue jeans. I leaked a bit of cum. How the fuck am I going to photograph her naked? I'm coming in my jeans, and she isn't even taken any clothes off yet?
"Well, are you going to 'go to work' or simply stand there leaking cum." Her voice is no longer sultry.
"Oh, ah, yean. I mean no. I, ah." I shut up and started taking pictures.
The first few are full frontal cheesecake style photos with the onesie on. They are a bit more than cheesecake. The dark purple dots on her opaque onesie surround her dusky areolas and hard nipples. Her hands are on her thighs, with one provocatively close to her crotch.
She turns about 110 degrees sideways away from me. Her well-formed ass is at a forty-five-degree angle, showing a bit of each cheek. She looks over her shoulder at me. A true cheesecake photo. A side view of her modestly ample breast, but not enough to get banded from any popular magazine. A side view of her firm ass. And of course, those beckoning dark eyes, and her Mona Lisa smile. Her long brunette draping over her right eye forcing your eyes to follow it to her breasts.
"So, ah noob, how you get this job?" It's not the sultry voice, but it's not the contemptuous one either.
She turns again making it difficult to take the photo, let alone answer her question. Facing me she reaches between her legs and unsnaps her onesie. Seems to me she takes a second or two longer than needed when she slips her hand from between her legs. Or it could have been me fascinated by the nips of a clit peaking from between her thin pussy lips.
"Well, I ah, it's a hobby I thought I could turn into a job."