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"Izzy, we're ready to start the photo shoot."
Izabel Garcia finished fiddling with her already immaculately made up face to the photo shoot's director, Max Ryder, who was standing at the door, waiting for her. "Well then, let's go."
She stood beside Max and they walked shoulder to shoulder. Being a model, it was a requirement to be tall and Izabel was just that. Not only was she extremely tall but was also graced with a perfectly proportioned body. Unlike other models, she wasn't waifish but rather curvy and this contributed to her easy rise to success. Everyone insisted she was the next Gisele Bündchen but she disliked the fact that she was being compared to her fellow Brazilian model because, like everyone else, she wanted to make a name for herself.
Similar to some models, Izabel didn't think of pursuing the career but when visiting relatives in New York when she was fifteen, she was discovered by a modeling agent who offered her the job and it was encouraged by her mother. She accepted and moved to New York where she trained on how to walk, pose and learn everything she needed to know about the business.
She was immediately noticed due to her figure and soon became a runway model and shot photos for designers such as Vera Wang, Giorgo Armani, Fendi, Ralph Lauren and Versace. Her portfolio grew and she was gradually being recognized in the fashion world. Her big break came when she appeared on the June 2007 cover of American Vogue and as soon as it came out, she was flooded with more offers. She did more runway shows as well as becoming the face of designers such as Dolce and Gabbana, Versace, Ralph Lauren, Levi's and Chanel. In addition, she became the new spokesmodel for Estée Lauder.
And just recently, she was offered to be one of the Victoria's Secret angels. Hence, the reason why she was here, shooting a PR poster for the Victoria's Secret 2009 Fashion Show which would introduce her as the newest angel. Underneath the robe she wore, she was wearing a very sexy red lace bra and boyshorts. Her dirty blond hair strategically mussed to create the "I-just-got-laid-look" with hazel eyes made up to seduce and lipgloss highlighting her plump lips; she was more than ready.
Their set was in an expensive home in the Hollywood hills with a bed placed in front of a glass floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the view. It had rumpled, silk, white sheets which further emphasized the just-got-out-of-bed theme. It was early in the morning and by the looks of it, the photographer wants to use natural lighting due to the small amount of lighting equipment. There was a tall ladder in front of the bed which meant they were taking shots from above.
When people noticed her presence, she was immediately greeted by the crew. She looked around for the person carrying a camera – her photographer – but didn't see anyone.
"Good morning, Ms. Garcia." a deep, baritone voice greeted her.
Izabel looked around but she didn't notice anyone approach her. She turned to Max who pointed to her legs. She looked and there stood a man whose head reached to her hips. She stepped back and looked at the man with wide eyes.
"I'm Erik Armstrong," he introduced himself holding out a hand "I'm your photographer for today."
She didn't move to shake his hand because she was still in a state of shock. She wasn't prejudiced against those who are affected by dwarfism but it was her first time meeting one in person. Sure, she saw them in circuses or passed by some on the street but this was the first time she actually got to meet one up close.
Erik Armstrong was an attractive man with brown hair and eyes. He was also muscular and built like a brick house. Wearing a tight black t-shirt and jeans, his muscles were prominent. He looked like the actor playing Angel on Buffy – a show Izabel watched with her cousin to familiarize herself with American culture – whom she always lusted after.
Behind her, Max coughed and she started. Erik still had his hand held out, waiting. Izabel blushed and shook it. "I'm sorry, pleased to meet you Mr. Armstrong."
"Oh please, call me Erik." He released her hand and gripped his camera which was hanging off a strap wrapped around his neck. "I guess we should acquaint with each other before we start."
She agreed and they made their way to some chairs. He told her about his qualifications and his past work and they discussed ideas they had regarding the shoot. He was polite and gentlemanly, letting her speak first and he seemed to consider her ideas, not ignore them like some photographers do. As they talked she observed him more and noticed that she was attracted to the man. He was very handsome with a good personality to match.
"Shall we begin?" he asked, when they run out of things to discuss.
Izabel nodded and walked towards the bed, removing her robe and laying down on it. There was an audible gasp in the room by people awed by her beauty. She tried to make herself unaware of their stares and forced herself to concentrate on the job at hand.
Erik climbed on the stairs for the bird's-eye-view shots and poised his camera. He looked down at her and smiled. "Okay, let's do this."
Izabel placed her one hand on her hair mussing it up and draped the other arm over her stomach. She stuck her butt out as well as her breasts forming and S-shape, sliding one leg higher than the other. She turned her head away before looking at the camera.
Erik pressed on the shutter and a light somewhere flashed. "Good."
"Izabel, why don't you use a seductive smile?" Max suggested from behind a computer.
She followed his directions and struck the same pose but this time with a smile. Then she maneuvered her body into a different pose.
"Tilt your chin up a little." Erik directed.
She did and he took another shot.
"Gorgeous."
The shoot, as all shoots do, took very long with her striking different poses, angles and facial features. Max and Erik directed and gave suggestions which she followed. Erik went down the stairs and took some photos of her showing the backdrop. Towards the end, Erik told her that she should have fun with the last few frames and he allowed her to make it spontaneous. She did and rolled around the bed, tangling her limbs in the sheets yet still managing to show the underwear.
Before doing this shoot, Max advised her to think about her best lover and to react the way she would if they were about to share a passionate night together. She only had one lover and it was her cheating ex, Rick, and he wasn't a very good lover.
When the last picture was about to be taken, Izabel looked at Erik and allowed herself to be lost in him. She admired his beauty and thought about what it would be like to feel his hands caressing her body, touching her in places which could make her shiver with pleasure. She wondered how his lips would feel against hers, they looked scrumptious and plump waiting to be devoured. She flushed and realized she was turned on. Immediately, she arched her back, her eyes glazed over, eyelids lowered and lips parted with a gasp as she was overcome with lust.
Being the good photographer that he was, Erik took the shot with great timing. "Now, that's perfect."
He had no idea.
