I'd like to give a big shout-out to EmilyMiller. She beta-read this and helped me improve the story. Any errors are my own.
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"Simon please?" Kelly asked, almost begging her brother.
"I don't know, Kelly. That's a big ask." Simon sipped his coffee.
"It'd be a huge favor for me, and Amanda really needs someone with your skills."
He sat thinking. "She has to pay. I'm not doing it for free."
"C'mon, this is a favor for me. Can't you do it this one time?"
He hated when she pulled this on him. But he folded like a cheap table every time.
Sighing, he said, "Fine. One time, that's it."
"Awesome, you're the best." Kelly beamed. Her excitement was contagious.
"I don't know how you always get me to do things for you," he said, ruefully.
"Because you love me, Bro. And you are a good guy."
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"Why are you doing this? Don't you take enough pictures of girls as it is?"
"It's my job, Cindy. It's not like I do anything with them, it's all strictly professional, you know that," Simon told his girlfriend.
"Do I? How do you think it makes me feel when you are around those sluts taking their clothes off in front of my boyfriend? I don't like it."
Frustrated, he paced the floor. This wasn't a new fight, it was the same argument that they kept having, over and over again. He didn't expect any different outcome than their previous arguments about this. "Have I ever given you a reason not to trust me?"
"No, of course not."
This is my job, Cindy. I take it very seriously."
"Anyone would be tempted. How can I compete with them? I'm no model. I mean, look at me."
He looked at his girlfriend of six months. About five feet, seven inches, to his six feet, she had bouncy, curly brown hair and hazel eyes. She could be a model, but her insecurities blinded her to even considering that potential.
"Why does it need to be a competition? I'm not dating you because you look like a model."
"So I'm too ugly to be a model?"
"Cindy, stop twisting my words. You have nothing to worry about."
"We'll see about that."
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Simon walked up to Amanda's door and rang the bell.
According to Kelly, her photographer had quit because his girlfriend was jealous of Amanda. He knew the feeling, and he hadn't taken any pictures of her yet.
Even after Kelly talked him into this, he was hesitant to do it. They weren't on the best of terms. After some drama in college, he tried to ignore her as much as he could. However because his sister was her best friend, they ran into each other occasionally.
He cleared his head of those thoughts and put on his professional face.
"Hey, Simon. Come in." She stepped aside as he walked in awkwardly carrying his gear. "Wow, that's a lot of stuff. Jimmy never had that much stuff."
"What did he use?" he asked. He had an idea from her reaction but was curious.
"He had his camera and a flash on top. You know, like in the movies. Like what the paparazzi on the red carpet use." She mimed taking a picture with her hands held up away from her face.
He walked to the couch and sat down, his bags on the floor before him. "What did you have in mind for today?" He sorted through his bags, assembling his camera as he asked.
"Uhm, normal stuff, I guess." She wasn't sure how to answer. Jimmy had handled the details before.
"Hmm, okay." He thought for a minute. "Can I see your page? I want to get an idea of what you have."
"Okay. I'll get my phone." She hopped up, her hair bouncing as she did. "Here you go."
He scrolled through them. She was pretty and had a good body, but the pictures were...average at best.
"Amanda, do you like these pictures? Are they what you want?"
She looked confused. "Why, what's wrong with them?"
"Can I be honest with you? These aren't good pictures. The only notable thing about them is that they have a pretty woman taking her clothes off. For most people coming to your site, that's all they want. A half-blind monkey could take the same shots."
She slumped at the news. "Oh."
He continued. "The good news is that I can take better shots for you. This is what I do. I can give you much better than what you have. Want to try?" He smiled encouragingly. He had set aside his personal feelings for her for this and was getting excited for the process. He was in photographer mode, thinking about what he could do to make pictures she'd want to have on her site.
She looked at him, his excitement contagious. "Let's do it. What do you want me to do?"
"Come on, let's look around and see what we can see." As they entered each room, he looked at everything. He was looking for compositions and scenes. What story could they tell with what was in the room?
In the kitchen, he wandered around the island. "I have an idea. Let's do it here."
She grinned at him. "Getting a little ahead of yourself, aren't you?"
His face and bald head turned bright red. "Pictures. We'll take the pictures here." He was used to models trying to flirt with him. But she was not like the models he normally shot for. He had no history with any of them, so easing them down was routine. He pushed those thoughts away and got back to business.
"Do you have something that looks traditionally domestic or conservative but kind of sexy? You know?"
As he worked out the scene in his mind, she studied him. He was taller than her five feet six inches. His head was completely shaved. Kelly had told her that he'd started doing that because he started going bald at 25. She liked the look. It suited him and made him look older and more mature.
She said, "I have a nice blouse and slacks, would that work? They really show off my ass." She winked at him teasingly. He didn't seem to take notice of her attempt to flirt.
"Great. You change into them, and I'll set up here." He was already retrieving his bags from the living room. She smiled at his enthusiasm and went to change.
By the time she came back, he had set up his gear. A stand with a big umbrella was placed and he had his camera and other stuff spread out on the island.
He saw her and whistled. "Very nice." The slacks did indeed show her ass off. The material hugged the cheeks. She wiggled her butt for him.
"Where do you want me?" she asked.
"Here, put this on." He handed her an apron that read 'Cooks do it in the kitchen.'
"Where did you even find this? I forgot I had this."
"I hope you don't mind. I was looking in the pantry and it was in the back. I thought it'd be good for this," he said.
"I like it. I don't even remember who gave this to me." She looked down at the suggestive message and wiggled. "Ready for me?"
"Yep. I got some ingredients so it looks like you are cooking." He had sprinkled flour and a couple of eggshells over the countertop.
He directed her to a spot in front of the stove. "I'm going to take some test shots first to get everything dialed in. You don't need to do anything, but stay right there facing me."
She nodded. He took a couple of shots and fiddled with the flash. A few more shots, flashing each time. She made goofy faces for the camera. "Okay, got it." He walked over and pointed out where to stand. "We'll have you right here in front of the stove, the light is set up for this spot. If you move somewhere else, I'll need to adjust, so stay here."
"Yessir."
"What I want you to do is hold this tray, and hold it out to the camera. You are making cookies, but not actually baking," he said.
"Got it."
"As we go, you'll get hot and take your clothes off. You are teasing your fans, not just stripping your clothes off."
She mimed the steps of baking cookies. Stirring an empty bowl, holding out the tray, and placing it in the oven.
Bent over, Amanda slid the tray into the oven. "Hold there, look back at me, and wink for the camera," he directed her. "Now fan yourself, the hot oven is blasting your face."
"Now, you have time to relax, and you are hot from the oven."
She removed the apron and slowly unbuttoned the blouse. As she did, her bra came into view, her nipples showing through the lacey material.
"Hold that, spread your shirt open, show your bra. Very nice, you're doing great. Imagine you are teasing your boyfriend. He wants to see more, but you show him just enough to be enticing. Show me how you'd give him a thrill."
"I don't have a boyfriend, so I'll just have to pretend you are him. Is that okay, Simon? Can I pretend you are my boyfriend?"
He gulped and focused on the camera.
She put on a sensuous smile and slowly peeled her shirt off. Simon had his eye to the viewfinder, taking pictures as she revealed more and more skin. Despite his feelings for her, he felt himself getting hard in his pants while taking pictures. She was a beautiful woman and there was nothing about her body that he found objectionable.
"Now, I'd turn and slide my pants down. My ass is really something to see, isn't it?"
"Uhm, yeah. It's really nice." He tried not to stare, even while he concentrated on getting good pictures of her panty-covered ass. "Hold that position." Her pants were at her knees, showing off her firm thighs.
Pants off she turned to him, and dragged her hands through the flour, coating them with the white powder. Handprints appeared over her skin as she touched herself.
"I seem to have made a mess here."
"You should take the rest off now. Start with the bra."
The cups popped off her breasts as she released the band. For the first time, he saw them naked. They sagged just a bit from their size and weight, and her nipples were hard. "Cover your boobs with your hands, make handprints on them."
Once again, she coated her hands and squeezed her breasts. Two perfect hand prints covered her tits, and Simon got a great shot of the ghostly image.
She looked down at them, "Ooh, that's nice. What do you think?"
He whispered, "Perfect."
His reaction made her smile. She felt herself getting aroused. None of the times Jimmy had shot her had made her excited. It was ironic that he had to quit because his girlfriend was jealous of her when she had zero attraction to him.
Her panties slid down, as if by themselves. Her landing strip was revealed over her shaved pussy lips. Fully naked now, she leaned back against the counter while Simon kept taking pictures.
He put the camera down. "I think we have enough. That was great," he said with a smile. His eyes wandered over her.
****
"Whatcha doing?" Cindy asked as they went to the kitchen.
"Working on the pictures I took of Kelly's friend."
"Can I see?" she asked.
