All characters are adults over the age of 18.
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"That's perfect, Dia. Just perfect. Move your right leg forward. A little more. You make those clothes look beautiful. I wish you could see how you look through the viewfinder."
Don pushed the shutter over and over, capturing images of Dia modeling a brightly colored sundress that went well with her light brown skin. He took fashion photos for a client who sold clothes online, and they liked seeing pictures of models of all different ethnicities. Dia's mother was from India and her father was from Italy, giving their daughter a particularly attractive blend of ethnic features.
Don loved using Dia as a model, and he hoped he'd be able to keep using her for a long time. But a big part of his hope had nothing to do with how good she looked in his camera. Every time Dia posed for Don - every single time - they had sex afterward. Posing aroused her. She liked the kind of attention Don gave her as she posed. She especially liked the non-stop stream of compliments he made as he took her photos.
"Give me a bigger smile. Show me some of those beautiful teeth. That's it. Perfect," he said.
Don's compliments were intended to encourage his models to do their best, and it helped that they could tell he always told them the sincere truth about themselves. Don's artistic nature made him particularly sensitive to all aspects of beauty, and he found ways to tell each woman what made them special in his eyes.
It was good for their egos, but it also made some of the women feel attracted to Don. He was young, fit and handsome, and all that was nice, but he has one special quality that makes him different from other men.
Lots of pretty girls fantasize about modeling; Don has the power to make those fantasies real.
Don't imagine that Don is a high-profile celebrity photographer who worked with supermodels and paid women thousands of dollars for a single shoot. He didn't work for top designers who sold high priced couture.
Don's models posed in mid-priced clothing sold online. He paid them reasonable fees, but the most important thing he provided was self-esteem. He made them feel beautiful. And he made it possible for them to brag to their friends that they were fashion models - actual fashion models. That was important to girls like Dia. She felt energized every time Don took her picture.
For a while, the fact that modeling aroused her was not enough to make Dia want to seduce Don. But she realized something important after she'd worked for him for a few weeks. The clothing retailers who employed Don wanted him to constantly find new models. They didn't want girls who'd posed in their spring fashions to show up again modeling summer clothes.
Dia figured out quickly that Don would replace her with a new girl unless she did something to prevent that. She realized that Don would figure out ways to keep her modeling if she gave him sex.
It was a simple plan, and it worked.
"OK, I think we got it," Don said. "That's a good day's work. Would you like a drink? I'm ready to relax," he said.
"I'd love a cocktail," Dia said. She was 20 years old - too young to purchase alcohol legally - so she liked it whenever Don offered her a drink. It made her feel older and sophisticated.
Dia walked over to Don and put one arm around him. "That was fun," she said. "Would you like me to come back at the same time next week?"
"I think we're going to take next week off," Don said. "This is the last of the summer collection. I'll call you after I get the first shipment of the fall line." He pulled her tighter. "You'll make the autumn clothes look beautiful, of course, but I'll miss seeing you in all those revealing summer fashions."
Dia smiled. Don never ran out of ways to compliment her.
"You just like seeing me in a bikini," she laughed.
"You say that like it's a bad thing," Don said.
They went to the kitchen so Don could get a blender and make Dia's favorite drink.
"Margarita?" he asked.
"Please," she said.
Since Dia was particularly fond of Margaritas, Don always kept the ingredients. Some of his models liked wine. Some liked beer. Some liked shots. Don kept his liquor cabinet well-stocked so he could always give them whatever they wanted.
He blended the drinks and poured them into glasses, then led Dia to the couch in his sitting room and put some soft jazz on the stereo. He turned down the lighting. This was the way they always finished the day's business and got ready to have fun.
They both felt good. They both knew what was about to happen, and they were glad. They weren't in love, but they felt real affection for each other, and they both were happy to enjoy no-strings sex after a shoot.
"You probably know this already, but we're going to need to make you look different when you pose in next season's fashions," Don said. "You've appeared in several cycles of the client's catalogs, and they don't like seeing the same girls over and over.
"But I really want to keep working with you. I think there are a lot of things we can do to change your appearance enough to keep the client happy. Nothing crazy. Maybe we can change the way you style your hair. Change your makeup. That kind of thing."
"I'll do whatever you want, Don," Dia said. "As long as we can keep working together."
"Give it some thought. Maybe you can put your hair in an updo. I love the way your hair falls over your shoulders, but pinning it up is easy."
"Should I change the color?" Dia said.
"No! God no! Your natural hair color is perfect! Dyeing your hair would be like vandalizing a work of art. I have no desire to spray graffiti on the Mona Lisa."
Dia laughed. He'd done it again! It seemed he could compliment her without even trying.
"I could change the color of my lipstick and nail polish," she said.
"Sure. That's good! I notice that you tend to wear minimal make-up. Maybe we could come up with a look that uses more eyeshadow," Don said.
"I'll work on it," Dia said.
By this time both of them were feeling the effects of the cocktails. Dia wasn't wearing a bra or panties under the sundress she'd just modeled. Her breasts were small and very perky, so she didn't really need a bra; skipping underwear made sure the camera didn't accidentally capture an errant bra strap or visible panty line. But going naked under the dress also aroused Dia. She wanted to take Don to bed. Immediately.
She finished the drink, put down her glass, and sat on his lap. "What do you want to do now?" she asked, batting her eyes theatrically.
Don answered by unzipping the back of her dress and pulling it down in front to expose breasts the size of small apples. Dia's dark brown nipples were already erect, and she trembled when he caressed them. His hands were soft and warm.
He leaned forward and sucked one nipple between his lips. Don reached under Dia's skirt, running his hand up the inside of her leg until he reached her warm pussy. He began stroking her outer lips, and it wasn't long until she was wet and ready for more.
"Let's get you out of this dress," Don said.
