Sarah hustled up the stairs, checking her watch to make sure she wasn't late. 5 minutes early. The studio's vestibule is modern and classy, bright white marble walls that echo with her steps. Clearly a professional establishment. Walking up to the desk, she sees behind glass doors a few different sets with elaborate lighting and various backdrops.
A receptionist in a full gown greets her, immediately making her feel under dressed in her tight sweater and upscale jeans. She approaches the desk and smiles at the young woman, "Hello... I have an appointment...under Sarah, for professional executive headshots. I'm a little early I think!"
The receptionist continues typing, "early is good, our photographers are quite sought after and busy. She then eyes Sarah up and down and then takes her back into the studio sets. They approach a well-dressed older man in an artsy European cut suit. He smiles, his motions large yet unintimidating when he spots you and heads to meet you.
He beams "Oh you must be Sarah. You look beautiful. I can see this will be a good shoot." Sarah's boots click loudly over the epoxy floor. She smiles sweetly, "Oh... yes, I am, thank you..."
"I'm here for some head shots... we're revamping our website!" Sarah exclaims. The receptionist turns and leaves, shaking her head.
The man introduces himself as Xavier and continues "Of course, come this way and sit on this stool (before the white background wall). Now sit facing the side and turn your face back towards the camera."
Sarah sits down on the stool, crossing her legs, tugging her sweater slightly, she faces the indicator cross painted on the wall, then turns her face towards the camera, smiling sweetly. Her hair is neat, in a bun, but with two strands falling either side of her face.
(click click click) "very nice. Just like that (click). Well, don't smile too hard. A fake smile is obvious to the camera. Just relax, take a deep breath, look casually at the camera."
Sarah closes her lips and gazes into the camera, a slightly more sultry look. "Much better. You're a natural. Are you sure you've never modeled before? (click) Now some adjustments"
He hurries over and gently lifts Sarah's face by the chin slightly. Stepping back, inspecting as if his eyes were the camera. Then he pushes on her lower back, improving her posture and making her tits jut out.
Sarah shakes her head as he adjusts her posture. She raises her tongue in her mouth to give a more refined jaw and looks down as her back arches. "No i haven't ever modeled," she smiles at the compliment, though feels a bit sheepish being so contorted.
"(click click click) Oh you photograph so well, you just haven't found your voice yet. Let's try some different angles. Stand up for me."
Sarah stands, tugging her jeans up over her ass and crossing her arms. "Thank you..." she smile slightly, brushing a strand of hair away from her eye. "Where do you want me?"
He smirks, thinking about where he'd like her, but says nothing about it.
"Now look at the camera. And cock out your hip a bit. We don't want you just staring head-on like an old lady in a birthday photo...See how it turns your knee in, and makes you much more dynamic?
Sarah turns about 45 degrees, dropping her hip, one hand on her hip, cocking her leg over slightly, looking into the camera. Forming that serious face agani which better resembles a pout. Her boot comes up to her toe, flashing the red sole.
(click click click) Yes! You're doing it!
She blushes slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable in this position. "Good..." She turns again, doing the same pose from the other side. "Gorgeous, now lets' draw attention to you hair, it might be your best feature. Try putting your hands up high like this (gestures).
She slowly raises her arms behind her head, curling her hair around her fingers and lifting. Arching her back slightly, this pose causing her sweater to ride up, showing her midriff off. She drops my hip again, pouting into the camera, giving a naturally seductive gaze. He moves around, taking pictures from several angles. "Yes, wonderful, I think we have what we need for the website.
"Although (sigh)...have you ever heard the phrase dress for the job you want not the job you have?"
Sarah nods. "I have..." Lowering her arms, looking down at her boots. "I have the job I want though.... and I think I dress alright..." As she thinks to herself, the stunning, glammed up receptionist, her heels, the dress, the makeup, her plumped up lips lingering in Sarah's mind
Xavier admonishes "I think this sweater might honestly be underselling you. It says junior assistant, not executive."
Sarah tugs at it slightly, pulling her sleeves. "This is my favourite sweater... I got it for my birthday!"
Xavier, in a comforting tone, "and its lovely and we have many shots in it. But we have a changing room with loaner wardrobe and I think a nice professional black dress would help propel you forward. Michelle, our assistant, will take you back to find something that suits you.
The same woman from before approaches and then turns, expecting Sarah to follow. Michelle's movements are crisp and precise.
Michelle pulls out a little black dress made from stretchy material. "Excellent, this will do." She doesn't leave the changing room. Sarah's eyes widen "Uhmm..." she shakes her head. "Right... is there a private area or something I can change in?"
Michelle glares back "Is something wrong with the room? We're very busy and I may need to adjust it. Think of us like medical professionals, we do this every day, there's no need to be bashful. By the way, that dress has an internal bra, we don't want straps showing."
Sarah looks down and slowly peels her sweater off, unclasping her bra, folding them up. She takes her boots off, and peels her jeans off her legs. She squezes herself into the tiny dress which is about three sizes too small, the bra bit and corseting forcing her breasts up, giving her a lot of cleavage. She tugs the dress down, but it is tiny and covers literally just her ass. She looks at myself in the mirror and roll her eyes. "I'd never wear this at work in a million years!"
Michelle, without missing a beat, chimes "you aren't wearing it to work, you're wearing it to a photoshoot. Xavier knows how to get results. Come with me" and she tosses a pair of 6 inch heels at Sarah then walks off without her, again leaving Sarah to follow back to him. Sarah slips them on and trots outside, wobbling slightly, being double what she's used to. She tries to strut like Michelle, a professional.
"Oh so much improved. Do you like it? Its from Paris."
"It's nice... but it's a little small..."
"Well we must adjust for the camera of course, professional's trick. Trust me it looks lovely. Ok now for a pose." He turns on a soft fan. Let's show off your hair, I think that's your best asset. Try facing this wall away from the camera." He demonstrates. "Hands up on the wall, then look back at me."
Sarah trots over to the wall, wobbling like crazy with every step, "Yeah... right..." She stands against the wall, Michelle comes up behind her and lets her hair down out of its bun, falling in soft curls. She puts her hands up on the wall, arching her back, and looking towards the photographer, pouting slightly.
(click click) "Love it! now really arch that back, show off that core strength. Remember you want to be taken seriously, you are FIERCE!"
Sarah arches her back painfully, looking back at him in more of a "Fuck me Daddy" pose than a confident executive pose. Her legs trembling slightly, her dress riding up showing off the
bottom of her ass cheeks.
"Yes arch, ARCH" (click click click)." He gets a few with her looking back, her panties just exposed under the dress.
He takes the camera off the tripod, moving lower. From that angle, it seems like she's honestly trying to flash the camera and smiling about it.
Sarah looks back as he drops to his knees, making her legs look sky high, a view right up her dress.
He astutely notices her legs start to strain from the unfamiliar pose. He amplifes his excited energy, hoping she will match it. "Ok great! Turn around, face me, look at the camera!"
She stands up and turns around, tugging her dress down, facing him. "Was that okay? Kinda hurt a bit..." She rubs her back, knowing his receptionist could do that pose all day with a much more extreme arch and much higher heels.
"Divine!" He smiles, as Sarah then tugs her dress down to cover her nearly exposed ass, just as he hoped, now making the dress very low cut.
