The professor took one last look around the room at his students. It was late afternoon. It was time to wrap up todays class.
"There is one last area of discussion for today's class. School policy does not allow us to teach pornographic photography although as a profession it can often be one of the most financially rewarding careers in photography. That said it's a career that comes fraught with other problems and if you choose this route for your career path the college will not help you."
At the word pornographic all my male students' ears had perked up. The female reaction would be different. It was their reaction I watched for closely. My class was small, only twelve students, nine males and three females, all about twenty years old. They called me "the professor" but I never trained as a teacher. I was a professional photographer who had spent many years in journalistic endeavors before deciding to open my own studio. Teaching was a sideline.
"Another line of photography that can be just as profitable is erotic photography or boudoir photography. Do not mistake this for pornography. Erotic or boudoir photography is very similar to high class professional portraiture, only with little or no clothes. Where pornography clients are generally male, boudoir clients are generally female. It's a difficult business requiring finesse, strong people skills and imagination."
While speaking I was watching for Leah's reaction. I knew the other two girls in the class would not react. They always sat quietly in the back. Leah had recently begun sitting in the front row. From this position she would stare at me while spreading her legs. She knew when she sat at the front only I could see her white panties visible under the short skirts she wore. Leah was a tease and she did not disappoint me. She slowly licked her lips and placed a finger on them while she made eye contact. I ignored her and cast my eyes around the group.
"I do offer an opportunity to class members outside of school hours to experience a session at my studio. This will happen this Saturday night at eight o'clock. If you're interested sign the sheet at the back on your way out. Class dismissed. Leah, I need to speak with you before you go." I looked down and sorted some papers as I heard all the males dash for the paper at the back. As predicted Darlene and Jennifer got up and left.
Leah waited a minute until I looked up. My memory cast back to the first day of class when I had asked each student to submit single page paper describing themselves. Leah had submitted a point form list. It listed her attributes as; soft pale skin, around 5'5 maybe 5'6, sparkling blue eyes, and reddish blonde hair, in ok shape, creative and always very horny.
"Yes Professor, what can I do for you," she said.
I got straight to the point. If she was going to behave like the seductress, I was going to give her the opportunity. " I need you to be at my studio Saturday night forty five minutes early. Don't be late."
Leah tilted her head and, smiled at me. She nodded then left. I watched her short skirt swaying across her ass as she left. Saturday night was going to be interesting.
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Saturday night Leah arrived early. She was dressed to kill in a tight sweater and short skirt. I took her directly into the studio area where the set and lighting was already in place. In the middle of the room was a large bed with dark green satin sheets and matching pillows. A plush low rise bench sat the foot of the bed. All of this was on a raised floor almost two feet off the ground. It was the only area in the studio that was lit. The perimeter around the set was in darkness.
Leah walked to the bed and then turned to face me.
"Why did you need me early professor? Did you have something in mind?" Her sultry voice left no doubt of her intentions.
"Tonight Leah, you're the model. Tonight we are going to photograph you while teaching your classmates the art of erotic photography. You start with a bath. "I tossed a plush bath robe on the bench by the bed and looked directly at Leah. She stared back at me.
"You'll need some time to prepare," I said taking her arm and guiding her to a door on one wall of the studio. It led to a large dressing room with a bath. Steam floated off the tub and a glass of wine sat on the table beside it. I watched her walk to the tub and slide her hand into the water.
I left the room. I needed to ensure none of the other students had arrived early and I wanted to check a few more things.
When I returned several minutes later Leah was naked in the tub. Lifting one arm high she brushed a wet soapy sponge slowly down her extended arm and over one breast. She turned to face me and moved the sponge down between her breasts. Watching me she pushed the sponge down her stomach and into the water. Seconds later the swirling waters indicated the sponge was now between her legs.
My cock strained for release, expanding inside my pants. Leah watched.
"I think the professor wants to fuck me," Leah said. "Do you want to fuck me professor?"
Her nipples seemed to be pointed directly at me. My eyes drifted down to the water. Her question had aroused me intensely. But I had other plans. Instead of replying I walked up to the tub, adjusted my pants then sat on the side. I checked my watch.
"In twenty minutes your fellow students will be here. I will meet them in the studio and inform them about the basic rules. You will be able to hear me on the speaker over there. I'm wearing a microphone to ensure the entire class hears me. When I call for you, you will enter the studio wearing whatever you like from the selection in that rack over there. "
I leaned over the tub into her face, my face mere inches from hers.
"Wear the robe on the chair over the outfit and keep it closed until I tell you otherwise."
Leah stared right back at me and winked. Before I could react she reached over the edge of the tub, squeezed my cock and then blew me a kiss. My cock throbbed. I took a moment to recover my composure and left the room.
Twenty minutes later all my students had arrived and were in the studio. I handed out a sheet of paper to each student which explained they would own the pictures they took for personal use only and could not publish, sell or otherwise give away anything they shot tonight. If they did not agree they were to leave. They all signed and waited for me to begin. I gave them time to start up their cameras, check out the set and discover different angles.
The final preparation was a short lecture on etiquette and how to behave when working with scantily clothed women. One of the students made a loud comment about how he had noticed all the female students were absent tonight. I used that as my cue and asked the model to enter the room.
The door open and Leah entered wearing the robe, stockings and heals. She strode confidently to the bench at the base of the bed where she raised one leg up on the bench and ran her hands along one stocking covered thigh all the way down to her heals. Then she looked up and glanced around the room.
"Hello boys." All eyes were fixed on Leah.
She turned and sat primly on the bench ensuring her robe was closed and then waited. I walked over to the bench and offered her a glass of wine.
"It's important to quickly establish a rapport with your client and to make her comfortable. Offer her a drink. Talk to her before you start taking pictures. Ask her what she expects or wants from the encounter." I looked down at Leah who smiled up and winked. "Give her a chance to talk. In this case, since we are training, I will forgo that aspect of our encounter. Leah, please stand up."
Leah stood. I untied the robe's belt and turned her around. Then I reached up and pulled the robe down over her shoulders and pulled it away. Leah stood before me in a black silk teddy, black stockings and heels. The back of the teddy was open to her waist and crisscrossed with spaghetti straps. The legs were a high French cut and showed a generous portion of her ass and hips. The stockings were topped by six inches of fine lace. It was a classy look. I heard murmurs from her classmates behind me. I asked Leah to turn slowly. The front was as low cut as the back and there were barely any sides. The loose material hardly covered her breasts. Where the back looked classy the front was pure sex. I instructed her to place her hands on her hips, thrust her tits forward, her ass backwards and tilted her head slightly down. It was a provocative pose. She stood facing me a moment then slowly turned in a full three hundred and sixty degree circle before looking up at me.
"Like this professor?"
