Alyson glanced at the clock before pushing away from her desk, she was more nervous than she'd ever let on about the job she'd booked for that evening. She wanted to soak in the bath before her clients got there in a few hours, hoping that it would be relaxing and help overcome the fluttering feeling in the pit of her stomach. She stepped to the closet. Grabbed one of her brothers over sized white dress shirts and a pair of black slacks, simple and functional was her style and it was obvious throughout the entire loft, she went in the bathroom to start the water.
She'd only been in New York for a few weeks when she sold her first photos to a local magazine. Caroline, who worked in the editing department, asked where her studio was located and her contact information so if they had other work for her they could get in touch with her. Having just moved there Alyson was staying with some friends and working out of one room and doing her developing in their basement. Caroline mentioned knowing of a loft apartment that would soon be open. Her brother was going across country to school and if Alyson was interested she'd talk to him about her taking over the remainder of his lease if she was interested.
The loft had once been office area for the warehouse below. After the renovations the lower area was now small stores and cafes for the tourists. The upstairs had been divided into three loft apartments. The apartment was everything Aly had ever dreamed of. After entering through a large metal door you had to ride a creaking freight elevator to the upper floor. The ceilings high and open beamed while the outer walls were dark red brick, the few interior walls having been adding during the renovation were drywall and painted, giving a startling contrast and brightness to each room. Large windows looked out over the street and the roof top of a smaller old brick building, the view wasn't spectacular during the day but at night the lights of the city glittered across the sky like Christmas lights year round.
Standing in the bathroom door, she looked around the apartment. The floors were the original planking that showed the scars and signs of age and abuse, but now stained a dark mahogany they blended and added character along with the brick and creamy off white she had painted the interior walls. Her bed normally cut off from the openness by the use of large folding screens was open now, the simple white of the sheets and the down comforter startling against the dark floor and the cream of the walls.
Stepping to the bed she brushed the sheer material of the drapes back hooking it behind the wrought iron hooks of the canopy support. She smiled softly. She'd always wanted a four posted bed with full flowing sheers surrounding it. This was the next best thing. The framing was bolted to the ceiling and the wall framing the head of the bed allowing the sheer fabric to fall totally around the bed without needing a foot board to clutter the space. She still chuckled remembering her mother's gasp when she saw the mattress was on the floor and not sitting on a conventional frame.
Soaking for awhile she tried her best to relax, shaking her head to clear her mind, and then scrubbing her body until her skin was glowing. She smoothed the silky shaving foam over her skin, taking special care as she ran the sharp razor over the tender skin between her thighs and long legs, giggling she wondered why she was taking all this time and care to details when she realized she needed to help redirect her mind for her up coming work schedule. Rinsing the shaving foam off, she smiled in satisfaction feeling the totally shaved slickness of her skin.
Stepping out of the tub she rubbed whipped oil all over her body, enjoying the feel of her firm smooth skin beneath her hands. Rubbing her oiled hands up over her ribs and circling her breasts, her fingers brushing her tender nipples, her breath caught thinking how tonight was going to be a real challenge. She brushed her teeth and put her make up on, trying not to think about the photo shoot. Pulling on the white satin panties, and running her hand over the front feeling the swollen flesh under the smooth fabric reminded her again how she'd been celibate for almost six months before even moving to New York, and then the entire five months she'd been there. After adjusting the waist band of the panties and biting her lip when the material teased over her now swollen clit she reached for the matching bra, almost groaning when the material raked over her overly sensitive nipples. She smiled looking in the mirror at she saw how nicely the white satin looked against her smooth tanned skin. Brushing her hands over her nipples she knew before long she'd need to find someone to help her put out the fire that was building inside her body.
Sliding the slacks on she wiggled them over her hips as they clung to her damp skin, fastening them she ran her fingers along the waist band making sure they hid the white elastic of her panties as they rode low on her hips. Glancing at the clock beside her bed she knew she needed to hurry if she wanted to make sure the camera's all had the correct film in them and were ready when the client's got there. Unpinning her hair she brushed it out before pulling it back into a sleek pony tail, the end of it curling down, reaching her waist. Grabbing the shirt she pulled it on and buttoned it partially while she headed to her work bench and began choosing the film she'd need.
Aly tried not to look at the clock, every time she did she found herself becoming nervous again. This was her first 'artistic' photo shoot and she was determined to do her best no matter what. Glancing at the table she saw one of the contracts and hoped she'd have the second in hand as soon as the couple arrived.
She had taken the call for the job the week before, setting up an appointment with the gentleman to discuss the project at the diner down stairs over coffee. She was startled when he walked up and introduced himself. She'd not been expecting someone who had a raw sexuality that seemed to float around him, caressing everything it came into contact with. He was dressed casually, jeans and a button up shirt, his hair fell over his shoulders to the top of his shoulder blades, when he smiled his eyes lit up flashing her a dazzling smile of white teeth and charm.
Aiden explained that this was not what some would consider a normal photo session that he was looking for. Taking their coffee he moved to a table as far from the other patrons as possible, pulling her chair out for her he sat across from her. He began explaining what it was that he was looking for. The young woman he was involved with had mentioned that it was her fantasy and desire to have their very first sexual encounter together photographed while it was taking place. His eyes watched her closely while he explained the entire situation to her, obvious that he was testing her true professionalism about the matter. He assured her that what he was looking for was something tasteful, black and white images, something seductive and erotic not cheap.
She kept her expression as steady as she thought possible, knowing that this could be something that could make or break her career if she handled it badly. Word among the artistic world spread as if wild fire and she didn't want to be burned by those negative flames. After hearing him out and agreeing, they walked up to her loft so she could draft a contract and release of responsibility for all parties involved at her request. He agreed, smiling at her formal treatment of the matter.
He looked around the loft while she sat at her laptop and typed up a contract for everyone to sign, giving their consent and also adding the clause that she had the option of using some of the materials for her portfolio after they viewed and approved the photos she might chose.
Aiden kept his smile hidden, watching her hands tremble slightly as she typed. She was a fantastic looking woman, he felt himself harden just thinking of this seductive blonde watching and photographing he and Sasha while he took her. They discussed how she could accommodate the shoot taking place in the loft which was also her studio. She explained what she could do and that with the sum he'd offered for the job she was certain that he'd be very pleased with the results. He signed his copy of the contract immediately, promising that when he and Sasha arrived they'd have hers in hand before proceeding.
Aly had gotten involved in proofing some photos she'd taken a few days before not noticing it was now dark outside until the door buzzer startled her. Walking over she pressed the button unlocking the lower door so they could come in, opening her door she stepped back into the kitchen.
She was walking from the kitchen, a bottle of wine and two glasses in her hand when Aiden and his female companion stepped from the freight elevator across from the open door.
