Authors Note: This is part of a series and is built on characters and settings from previous chapters.
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In a little over three days working Tina had miraculously gotten my extremely disorganized and backlogged paperwork completely cleared up. With little else to do when we were not shooting in the studio, I set her to learning how to work the software packages I used to edit photos, and supplied her with a number of photography books to start learning the basics. I was extremely pleased to see her jump in and quickly pick up the basics. While she frequently downplayed her level of intelligence, I was learning that she was extremely smart and a quick learner. To that end I fixed her up with an older Nikon digital body and a couple lenses for her to start working with.
It wasn't a big surprise to see her experimenting with different effects in the software on a few pictures she had shot with the Nikon. While she had a long way to go before I turned her loose with my forty thousand dollar Hasselblad H4D, it was obvious she had a knack for photography.
Since our next appointment, a couple coming in for an engagement photo, was running late, I spent the free time talking about how to light for a portrait and how the slave flash units worked and were utilized. She paid careful attention to every detail, seeming to absorb the information like a sponge. When our appointment finally arrived I let her watch how I worked with the couple, setting and adjusting their pose, framing them in the finder and coaxing each detail into the frame that I wanted, right down to how they smiled or looked at each other.
Following the shoot we downloaded the images and cleaned them up, getting rid of any inadvertent redeye caused by the flashes and brushing out the one zit that had apparently appeared on the bride-to-be's chin that morning.
With no other appointments until afternoon I decided to go out and see how the house was coming. I was surprised to see a number of trucks parked in the driveway and a huge dumpster in front of the house.
"Hey Sunny!" I called as I got out of the car and saw her walk out of the front door carrying a huge chunk of plaster.
"Scott! How's it going today?" She called back, stopping to take her hardhat off for a second to wipe her brow with her sleeve.
"I was going to ask you the same thing." I said as I walked up the steps by the dumpster, watching another young woman, covered in dust and dirt, walk out and toss a chunk of wall into the dumpster.
"It's actually going pretty well. Come on in and take a look." She said brightly, turning to lead me into the house.
I was instantly surprised at the transformation that had taken place. The entire living room space had been completely stripped down to the wooden structure.
"It's got all hundred year old oak studs. These things are hard as nails and in good shape, so we can leave them all, but they're going to be fun to drill for wiring." Sunny said as another woman, about forty or so, stepped past with an armload of wooden strips, headed toward the dumpster.
"Well, that's good. Looks like you've been busy!"
"We have. We're pulling all the walls on the first floor." She said as she led me toward the rear of the old house and into a room that was partially demolished, about six women in work gear and hard hats pulling down plaster and lath, pulling nails from studs and ripping out ancient insulation.
"I didn't know you had an all woman crew." I said in surprise.
"Oh, I don't. I have a few guys, but for the most part it's women." She answered, stepping aside to let another load of trash head for the dumpster.
"I was thinking. Do you mind if I come out and take some pictures during the transformation?"
"No I don't mind. It's your property. Just don't expect to take a lot of shots like you did of my little sister." She said with a stern look.
"About that. First I didn't know she was your sister, and second...well...It really was her idea." I said defensively.
"Wanting you to take pictures, yeah I can see that, but her idea to get naked like that? That's defiantly not something she would think of. At least I didn't think so."
"Her idea...Honest." I said, holding my hands up. "I don't want to cause issues between you or with me. If I had known I would have put the kibosh on it long before it got to where it did."
"Oh? Just how far did it go?" She asked, turning angrily toward me.
"You better ask her. I'm not getting in the middle of this."
"You already ARE in the middle of this." She said hotly, the whole crew stopping to stare at us.
"I didn't do anything she didn't ask me to. If you don't believe me, ask her." I said sharply. "I'm not in the habit of telling other people what I do with others, and that includes sisters!" I shot at her before turning on my heel and storming out of the house.
I slammed the car door and threw gravel as I spun my Traverse around, accelerating angrily down the drive. How the hell was I supposed to know that she was Sunny's sister, and when did it become my business to police someone else's actions? Hell, it was her idea...The pictures and the sex!
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I was finally cooled down by the time I got back to the shop. I walked in to find Tina sitting on a stool in the studio area, her Nikon mounted to a tripod, taking pictures of herself.
"HI. Just trying some of the things you said about light." She said, getting off the stool to go wind her camera.
"I see." I said as I headed through to the back. I pulled the new Digital Canon off the shelf, twisted on a lens and then dug around for the wireless remote. Once I had it snapped on I carried it out and handed it to her. "Here. Try this. You won't need to use the self timer." I told her as she took the camera from me.
"Thanks! This is super!" She said as she unmounted the Nikon and started transferring the quick release base to the Canon. I smiled as I headed back to the rear of the shop, leaving her as excited as a kid at Christmas.
I spent the next hour making calls and figuring out quotes for some commercial jobs. My stomach finally told me it was lunch time. I wondered if Tina had eaten yet and got out of my chair, stretching toward the ceiling before walking through the curtain and into the studio. I froze in my tracks when I saw Tina standing in front of the chair, tossing her skirt off to the side, her blouse unbuttoned and swinging free, her extremely tiny panties hidden from my view only by the pantyhose she wore.
"What are you doing?" I asked incredulously.
"What? Just taking some pictures." She answered with a grin. "Wanna watch?"
