Tuesday morning I puttered around my work area working on Monday's stills and taking a preliminary look at the videos. I put the videos aside, since the magazine didn't want them and went to work on the still shots. I probably could make four or five salable sets from them, perhaps even six if I was careful with the cropping and touch-ups. I quickly selected enough to satisfy the magazine that had sent me the model and put the others aside for now.
I was pretty close to finalizing that set when the bell rang. I knew it was my next appointment, Traci, and since she had been to the studio an even dozen times before, I buzzed her in and met her at the top of the stairs.
Traci was the very first model on whom I had practice post-hypnotic suggestion and she was still following the instructions she received from me over 14 months earlier. Not only had I sold more shoots of her beautiful body than any other model, I had also screwed her more often than any other woman. Of course if Gia kept up her recent ways, she might catch up in that department in just a few more weeks.
In spite of Traci's long blonde hair, which I had confirmed as her natural color long ago, she was a very intelligent woman. She was a college graduate with a mechanical engineering degree and worked for a national company designing many of their robotic machinery controls. I had developed a very healthy respect for her knowledge.
I had prepared an old time confectioner's shop to use as a set for our photo shoot. It was similar to one I'd used for some other ladies, including a small marble table for pouring hot candy and a soda fountain for making shakes, malts and sundaes, including a variety of syrups, whipped cream and cherries. Even though it had been used before, it was a popular layout with our readers. I'd never had a mag turn down a similar layout.
We started off with the usual dressed photos with Traci answering my questions; I was hard pressed to ask her unique questions because of our history together but I worded some of the same questions differently and we got through the interview part.
By then Traci was slowly stripping off her clothes, giving me a little more skin to my shots. By the time she got down to bra, g-string and shoes, I took a range of shots and then we shifted gears. I had her remove the bra and panties and put on a little white frilly apron that was held on with two straps over her shoulder and a tie around her waist. It was the kind of get-up that made readers want to reach out and move that little bit of cloth to see what was behind it.
Traci picked up a big mixing bowl that had some PlayDough in it and she held it just under her tits and pretended to stir. She had a hard time keeping the straps over her nipples and before long I had a whole series of shots with one or both nipples peaking out. It was sexy as hell.
Putting the bowl aside, we poured a similarly colored liquid on the marble top, looking like some sort of candy cooling. Traci leaned over the table, resting her weight on her forearms and spreading her feet while I lay on the floor and crawled under her. I took over 90 shots from that position while Traci opened her pussy to the camera, shook her hanging hooters at the lens and, after discarding the apron, squatted over me to give me a whole wide range of sexy poses of her various parts: tits, pussy, ass and face.
