I'd seen Yumi's photographs in downtown and midtown galleries. Mostly highly focused close-ups of naked human bodies, alone and in groups.
So when she asked me to pose for her, I had a pretty good idea what to expect.
"One thing," said the little Japanese woman. "Are you circumcised?"
"Umb, uh, yeah, I am."
"Good. I will find a match."
I didn't understand her remark then, or later when I met the others, or even now. She has a way of saying things that is confusing.
I was right on time for the shoot, yet was still the last one there. Yumi answered the door, barefoot in sweatpants and a gray tee.
Her long black hair was in a ponytail and she wore a utility belt. Her toes were amazingly tiny. No make-up.
"Hi, Rick! You are right on time! So let us get naked! Yes?"
"Hello, Yumi. Sure, let us commence."
There was a warren of small rooms, and a ladder to a second floor, before we came to the large main room. The windows were screened and it was all white.
On the side toward the warren were some large lights on adjustable stands, several chairs, a few tables, and a couch. And four people.
"All you subjects please strip now, then I will be making introductions," said Yumi.
So we started stripping down naked.
"This is Rick." "Hi, Rick!"
"This is Linda," said Yumi, indicating a young black girl with big tits. "We've all met before,"
said Linda to Rick, indicating the others.
"And this is Kim, she is scrumptious," she said of a tall spiky-haired Korean girl. Kim waved.
"This is my Jimmy," pointing to a shortish, thickish Filipino guy, just as he pulled off his shorts. His cock wasn't small.
"And that is Ben, my assistant. There's no special reason for him to be stripping. I will not be photographing him." The older black man stood and bowed. "Hey, Rick." He didn't strip.