Ali and I were working long hours on our individual art pieces; she, touching up a few of the pen and ink series, and me, mounting and choosing the photo-art that I'd want to display for the Gallery's opening in a few weeks.
To make sure that we'd have a good turn-out and review, she worked her contacts within the art community of New Orleans, getting three of the better known unknowns to also display their work at our opening.
All in all, it was coming together as planned with few hiccups in the process.
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"Okay, Sami, now move your chin just a bit higher off of your shoulder, but keep your eyes downcast," I instructed the model as she sat on the coal-black scenery drape. Her white body was in stark contrast to the blackness that enveloped her small frame.
"One more, Sami," I said, walking over to her, to 'pose' her.
I had her sit, facing the camera, one leg folded underneath, in front of her, the other cocked at an angle, her foot on the floor. The placement of her legs, hinted at, but did not show her pussy.
I had her lean back, supporting her body with her arms behind her, and put her head in a throw-back position; you could see her hair as it cascaded off of her head, hanging loose with her head thrown back, but you couldn't see enough of her face to recognize her.
Her small breasts had just enough form and shape to make this pose highly erotic, which, after all, was what I was shooting in this series.
Sami was a college student at one of the local, well-known, Universities and had answered my ad that I had placed in the student newspaper.
Seeking a self-assured coed who's not ashamed of her body; Female photographer needs models for a photo project that requires being photographed in the nude.
Applicants must be of legal age, and be willing to sign a standard release form.
Please reply, with facial photo, to the following:
I set up a separate email account at Yahoo.com, as well as acquired a P.O. Box for my photo business. I was amazed at the response from the schools, for I had placed the ad in three Student newspapers at all three leading schools in the city.
Sami was the first of three that I had chosen; she had experience, having done some local modeling shoots for the higher-end department stores in her hometown of Jackson, Mississippi, but none of those were nudes, obviously.
Her reason for applying was purely financial she honestly admitted when asked; though she was on a full-ride academic scholarship, her family's finances were meager at best and spending money was at a premium for Sami.
She was a body-model for the art department at school, which was her Major as it turned out, and earned a bit of spending money doing that and was very comfortable posing in the nude, very comfortable with who she was.
The fifty dollars an hour that I was paying for the student models was very welcomed by Sami, I knew that for sure.
"Okay, sweetie, that's it for today," throwing her a wrap to cover up with as I started shutting down the hot lights I used in the shoot. She went to the bathroom to change back to her street clothes so that I could drive her back to school.
"Lynn, you sure you don't mind bringing me back to campus?" Sami asked of me when she emerged from the changing room.
"Not at all, Sami; I have to pick Ali up at the gallery anyway," I replied.
Ali was at the gallery meeting with the foreman of the remodeling crew to go over a few small details.
"Well, okay, if it's not too much trouble, I really appreciate the lift," she said, smiling.
Sami was a senior in college, twenty-one, with a thick head of blond tresses; at 5'9" and 120 lbs., she was on the slender side, with small breasts, no more than a 34-B, I had judged when I saw her naked for the first time, but almost perfectly shaped, her areolas and nipples slightly larger than one might think.
Her ass was her best asset in my view, just the right size for her body-type, and so firm that you could bounce a quarter of it, easily.
"So, how long have you and Ali been together?" Sami asked me as we headed down St. Charles Avenue towards her campus.
"Almost six months," I answered, "an incredibly short six months, though it seems as if I've known her much longer than that."
"She's beautiful," she commented; Sami and Ali had met on the first evening that I started shooting Sami.
"Thanks, I think so too," glancing towards her as I drove under the canopy that the old, live oak trees provided over the roadway.
Dropping her at her dorm, we waved goodbye and agreed on another shooting date, "Probably next week," she said, "depending on my exam schedule."
It was near the end of the summer semester, and exams were looming large on the students' minds, I'm sure.
"Call me, sweets, and let me know what works for you," I reminded her, waving one last time as I drove away.
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"How'd it go?" Ali asked, after she had kissed me upon getting into my roadster.
"Very well, Ali; Sami's a natural at posing," I answered, whipping a u-turn in front of a very pissed-off taxi driver who saluted me with his 'social finger'.
It was deserved; I shouldn't have pulled that stunt but fuck it, I did.
"Feel like a drink before we go home?" I asked as I maneuvered through the go-home traffic in downtown.
"Nope, but I will make you anything you want to drink once we get home, if you'd like," Ali said as she gave my leg a squeeze.
"Can you make a Szarac?" I asked hopefully.
"Almost as good as Nat's," she beamed.
I smiled and floored it.
Yeah, I was speeding but did he really have to give me a ticket?
