You walk into my studio and I can see that you are unsure, You are thinking about backing out, about turning around and leaving, but the tingle you feel in your core tells you that you'll stay.
"Can I help you," I ask.
"I'm, here for.... Pictures," you stumble over the words, feeling naughty, like a school girl that just learned about pleasure.
"What kind of pictures?" I respond, looking at you quizzically.
You look at the floor and flush red as you softly say, "Dirty pictures."
"I'm not sure what you mean, are you looking for modeling pictures, or boudoir images as a gift?"
"Boudoir pictures," you say quickly, as if the words embarrass you.
"For your husband?" I ask.
You look at the floor again.
"Boyfriend," I add, thinking maybe you hadn't heard me.
"It's complicated," You respond.
"What's complicated?"
"They are for my lover," You say, as you look up and catch my eye.
"And you are married?" I ask.
"No, I only have a boyfriend."
"Don't you mean two boyfriends," I joke, wanting to lighten the mood.
"No," Is all you say.
"OK, now I'm confused, if you want to play games you can just...."
"They are for my girlfriend," you interject.
Suddenly I am the one that is embarrassed as I feel myself blush. I certainly didn't see that coming.
You giggle at my slack jawed gaze, warming to the situation; you push past me and say, "So, how about it? Can you take naughty pictures of me for my lover?"
Suddenly I am the one who is stammering. I try to regain my composure and ask, "What do you mean by dirty, and naughty?" Figuring you want the normal boring wife-in-lingerie style images of which I do so much.
You open the bag you are carrying and pull out a porn magazine. You quickly, as if practiced, flip to a dog-eared page and hold it up in front of me. "Can you make me look like this?" I look at the image and it is of a young looking woman lying back in a large overstuffed chair. She is completely naked, except for a diamond choker, and her legs are spread wide. Her gaze is cast down and she is watching her fuck herself madly with a huge dildo. Once again I am speechless.
I manage to mutter, "We don't have props like that here," sounding like a total jackass.