Knock, knock, knock. A customary three times she knocked on the green door. A quick glance at the number reassured her that she was indeed at number 23, the right house. Better to be sure of such things, especially with what she was here to do.
She had woken up to a dreary day this morning. Late Fall was now truly baring its fangs as the wind had howled around any crevice it could find in her small apartment. She did her morning routine as usual but took care of showering a tad longer. She put on a cute, red bra and matching underwear before deciding upon black stockings and a green skirt adorned with leaves. She applied a light touch of make-up to her face and, feeling adventurous, she decided upon red lipstick. Her top was a lighter shade of green, one that was matching with her skirt. She took a look at the time and saw It was about time to leave. She put on her coat and stepped outside in the drizzling, gray weather. It didn't affect her in the least. She had things to do today.
Things that had brought her to this address, to this green door she had just been knocking on. She soon heard someone descending from the stairs and then some fidgeting at the door. It opened up. A tall man stood in the doorway, behind him a dimly lit hallway and a set of stairs.
She locked eyes with the man and he smiled at her, revealing cute dimples in his face. "You must be Annabelle." he said as he extended his arm.
"You may call me Anna." She shook his hand while returning the smile. He then took a step back and gestured for her to proceed.
"No sense standing around outside. Come on in." As she passed him he lightly put his hand on her lower back, ushering her inside the house.
"My name is Nigel. Delilah is upstairs."
"Pleased to meet you, Nigel."
She saw coats hanging from her left and took that as a cue to take off her coat.
"Oh, let me help. You can go upstairs already." The man said and she gave him her coat, then proceeded to go upstairs.
The stairs led to a door on the left which was slightly ajar. The small beam of light hit her in the face when she pushed the door all the way open, showing a room much as she expected of a photographer.
The walls were adorned with photographs of men and women in all kinds of poses and outfits. Her eyes wandered around in search for the kind of pictures she wanted of herself but found none. As she had scanned the apartment from left to right her gaze eventually found its way to a smiling woman in the middle of the room.
"Quite the collection we have, no?" She said.
"I'm Anna, pleased to meet you." Anna went in for a handshake. The woman lightly grasped her hand and introduced herself as Delilah.
"Have a seat." She said as she herself took place on the longest couch Anna had ever seen.
She took a seat as well as she thought about how adventurous she had felt this morning while putting on her lipstick. It paled in comparison to the beautiful Delilah next to her. Jet-black hair flowed like a dark ocean all the way to her lower back. Her full lips were slightly pursed and were as black as her hair. She wore tight jeans and a black top which all accentuated her features. She was curvy, but in a way that would make any curvaceous model jealous. Anna, blessed with perfect perky breasts, was in awe with the pair Delilah sported. Round, not too big but perfect for her size which was a full head larger than she was. She estimated her in her early thirties.
"Nigel and I have been redecorating our home. Some of our guests felt awkward with our more risky photographs up on the wall. Didn't we, dear?"
Nigel came in and grumbled something approving.
"Now, Anna, you wrote us because you wanted photo shoot. Did you want it for yourself or was it for somebody else?"
"For myself." Anna replied, trying to keep her face from going red. Delilah smiled.
"From your expression I can tell you want a risky one." Anna nodded. Nigel gently touched Anna's shoulder.
"No need to feel anxious, Anna. We have seen a lot already and are happy to help anyone the best we can."
"Especially when they are as cute as you." Delilah added and laughed.
"Nigel, could you fetch us some drinks while we go over the details?" He gave her a smile and a nod and disappeared behind another door in the room.
"Well, now that the testosterone has left the building, why won't you tell me something about yourself?" She said as she leaned forward and laid her hand on Anna's thigh.
"About myself?" Anna gave her a puzzling look.
"It helps determining the angle of approach to you and eventually your pictures. Let's start with what you do for work."
"Oh, hmm, I have a part-time job as a cashier at a bakery but most of my time goes to my studies. I'm now 23 years old and in my final year of my bachelor's."
"Interesting. What is it you're studying?"
Anna told her about her studies which was marketing and went into the different aspects of the modules she had followed throughout the years. Nigel had put two steaming cups of tea in front of the ladies and after a fiery glance from Delilah, had made himself scarce again. The two girls chatted away and before she knew it, Anna felt comfortable being around Delilah, enjoying her company immensely.
When the cups were empty Delilah turned more serious.
"Now then. how do you want us to shoot you?" She folded her hands together.
"We have already established you want it risky." She smiled.
"How risky?"
Anna, now far more comfortable to talk about her ideas, told her about wanting to do a nude shoot. She had done some modeling in the past but always felt like she could do something sexier. After some surfing on the Internet she had found her, Delilah Weaver.
"Well if you want sexy, you've come to the right place." She smiled deviously.
"Come with me." She stood up and Anna followed her into a different room. Here the photographs were a lot different from the living room.
"Take a look and let me know if you're still interested." Said Delilah and folded her arms.
Anna walked up to the first picture which depicted a squatting woman in a dark room. She cupped her breast with one hand and the other rested between her legs. No, that wasn't right. Her hand had just a hint of motion blur, indicating that she was, in fact, pleasuring herself. She felt a rush of adrenaline running through her body.
Next up was a side view of a man sitting in a chair with an impressive hard-on. A woman was on all fours in front of him, licking her lips. A strand of saliva could be seen hanging between his manhood and her purple lips.
Another one was a woman with a nothing but a corset clinging to her body and dangling above her prospective lover. Shadows played over her shapely breasts and her hairless slit was about to engulf a rock hard pole. The man's hands were bound at the front of his body.
She saw pictures of solo men and women, of girls performing oral on one another, a whole series of tasteful penetration and some even kinkier photo's.
