The camera shutter snapped again and again. The girl, woman really, posed as directed by the photographer. 27 years old and dream body for modelling. Shapely, tall, full round breasts that were just the right c cup size for the desires of this seasons magazine readers and web browsing communities. She would go far, probably. She was fun, bubbly and had a good personality that shone through in her photographs. This session with the photographer was just a few stock poses to update her growing portfolio and was over pretty fast.
The photographer thanked her and she made her way out, he watched her almost flawless ass sway as she sauntered away.
"Another time." he muttered to himself as he regretted having taking another booking after her, well, he would have her in front of his camera again, and next time there would be more time.
His assistant brought in his next appointment, a new client. A 22 years old dance teacher who wanted some shots for her new dance school's website, something to help attract new clients. This was standard fare for the photographer, he'd set up some lights, take some shots of her dancing and edit the shots later to make them pop. He could do it all on autopilot, though he might get creative, it was late and she was his last client so he had all the time in the world.
When the young dancer walked in he was immediately attracted to her, she was stunning, quite short, about 5 foot 3, very slim but athletic looking body, her breasts while not overly large were perfectly proportioned to her body. Her face had a beauty to it that stood out from all the models he'd shot over the years, it was an innocent air to her that made her instantly desirable and that immediately attracted the photographer to her.
He was about to introduce himself when an older woman stepped in through the door and intersected herself between the dancer and himself.
"I am MS McGuire I am Jean's mother and manger." she said rather sharply.
The photographer introduced himself and the mother then spent the next 10-15 minutes outlining what she wanted from the shoot, and how she expected the photographer to behave and how not to behave, what poses she wanted, all of which were very poorly chosen and very cliche. By the time she had finished talking, the photographer had a headache and was regretting taking the job, but at least if the mom would get out the way he could work on the dancer.
He was to have no such luck. Almost every pose he tried the mother interrupted or redirected, his photo-shoot was being taken over by an over bearing mother hen and it was causing serious problems. He'd gotten 3 shots worth using in over an hour. Enough was enough.
He took his assistant aside and told her to head off home, she was getting the brunt of MS McGuire's abrupt and sharp comments. He returned to the clients and the mother seemed to be about to comment on the lack of assistant but the photographer intercepted the comments by informing her that the girl had to leave for family matters and it was fine as he could handle this without an assistant.
He went to the small fridge in the studio and got a the bottle of wine he had chilling and offered the mother a glass, which she gladly accepted. As she drank and they discussed how to proceed, he began to try and mellow the mother out and hoped this would help him get the job over with. As they chatted he studied her more. She was an overbearing woman, very tall, about 6 foot 2, very broad shoulders but had a fantastic body for a woman who was, he found out as they chatted, 45 and had 3 kids, Jean being the oldest. She was extremely well toned and muscular but still very feminine. She had large 36DD breasts, which although it may have be a bra at work, looked firm and incredible, her face was rather haughty looking which was partly due to her attitude and was framed with long thick red hair. Obviously this is where the daughter had gotten the bulk of her looks and athletic genes.
A plan began to formulate in his head, he'd been intending to have the young innocent dancer by the end of this photo shoot. It was now his plan to have the mother as well. of course they didn't know this yet, but then he had an ace up his sleeve. Almost a guarantee in fact. Everything had to to be right for his plan to work, but he was well practised at having his way with people in front of his camera, or, rather, one of his cameras in particular.
He spoke further to the mother, feeding her a couple more large glasses of wine and suggested an old style look, that would be ideal for the style of dance shots her daughter had been going for.
And, the best effect would be if it were to be shot using a genuine antique camera. And so, with a little charm and the wine making her more amicable, she agreed. Her daughter had changed into a ballet leotard and matching slippers, and seemed eager to get on with the session. As the mother joined her daughter the photographer dropped a little blue pill into his mouth, he might need the assistance he thought if all went well.
The photographer smiled as he brought out an antique camera on a tripod, very old, from about 1800s it had once belonged to James Esdaile, a famous surgeon who was also a famed hypnotist, he studied and mastered eastern mind control techniques while in India, where he performed hundreds of medical procedures with nothing but hypnosis as pain control. At the time of his death it was still popular to take photographs of the deceased and this was the camera used. Something of him must have been trapped, or perhaps his will was so strong he simply shifted it when he died, as ever since, if used by someone skilled enough and with strong enough will, whoever was photographed using that camera would find their will evaporate and be highly susceptible to the photographers suggestions. The camera was so powerful that with only 5 clear photos of the subject they would be completely enthralled to the user of the cameras will, and would obey without question anything they were instructed to do.
He took a few shots using his modern DSLR to get lighting settings then moved to the Esdaile camera, suggesting the mother poses for the first shot with the daughter, as both a keepsake, as they look so wonderful together and to make sure the old camera was set correctly. He grinned wide as buxom almost Amazonian mother stood beside her elfin like daughter and struck a classic model pose, hand on hip, front most leg knee bent slightly, body turned at the hips towards the camera and chest held out and head back and a practised smile on her haughty face. The daughter was a little less sure of herself when not in a dance pose but her natural grace and beauty shone. The photographer slid a plate into the camera and asked them to hold as he removed the lens cap for the correct time and replaced it to complete the photo. He noticed a look of puzzlement cross both ladies faces for a split second then the relaxed and chatted while he set up another shot.