B and M were both nervous, in the car, making the best of it by making small talk, listening to upbeat tunes and smoking some weed.
They had last booked an couples boudoir shoot for her birthday a few years ago and it had gone incredibly well. They had both been nervous. She had looked so beautiful and so very sexy. The photographer had been excellent and respectful and even B hadn't looked plump in the photos (which had worried him before hand). The photos were exquisite, with even the photographer complimenting them, whereas he was used to younger subjects.
This time it was an event on an entirely different level. They had arranged it with Devon the photographer, handpicking couple friends and some of the photographers' models to be guests for an evening of debauchery.
The premise of the event was an elegant evening out. Everyone was to wear "black tie". There would be canapes and champagne, soft music and softer lighting.
But the excitement was the photography. Devon and his assistant, Aella could choose anyone, I repeat, anyone at the event to photograph alone, together or in any combination, in any position.
One of the large rooms would be used as a "stage" the bed was raised on a dais, there is an adjoining bathroom and change room. It would be lit by candlelight and various props were to be provided.
Guests are received in the entertainment area. Ample weed and ecstasy is to be provided to the guests as part of the entrance fee to get people in the mood.
M looked gorgeous in a black evening dress with a neckline that plunged to her waist. The dress had an open back and a long slit up each side of the dress exposing her legs as she walked. It would be a little too hot for a normal black tie event, but not for this one. He wore the standard men's black suit and bow tie.
The guests are welcomed at the door by a scantily clad female hostess and a topless male host.
Guests are offered champagne and strongly encouraged to take an ecstasy tablet before entering.
Like a normal party, guests mingle and make small talk, but there is a tangible frisson of additional excitement. Each person having made a written commitment to submit to the photographers' whims. The small talk and delay in the start is designed to let the alcohol and ecstasy do its work.
Aella walks amidst the couples and takes whoever she wants by the hand. They must excuse themselves and come with her. They will be stripped nude, and the photographer will choose an outfit, if he wants, or no outfit if that's what he wants.
He starts off slowly, calling each couple, alone, for a few pictures to get the evening warmed up.
He photographs them in very lightly erotic poses, asking the man to perhaps remove his shirt or the woman to slip off a dress strap or hike her skirts up a little, or show a leg through a slit in a skirt or something mild.