Would you like to, Part 2
'Lisa! Good to see you again! I'm in my office, second door on the right, come on in!'
I buzzed the door open for Lisa, pleased to see on the door cam that she was wearing a loose summer dress. I took one last look at the picture on my screen, a close up of Lisa's pussy, puffy and raw after I had fucked her during our shoot, four days prior. Closing the picture, I found the presentation I had prepared for her, a selection of fifty of the best pictures from her shoot. That is, the best ones she would see, the really good ones were for my eyes only.
Footsteps from the hallway announced her coming, her bare feet making light slapping sounds on my hardwood floor.
'Hi, nice to see you again! Grab a seat and let's have a look at the pictures.'
'Hi,' she said, voice a little faint, a blush creeping into her cheeks. 'I'm really excited to see them, did they turn out good?'
'Are you kidding?' I laughed. 'They were great! I chose fifty to look at today, but I could easily find another hundred just as good. You're a natural, my camera loves you!'
She blushed even deeper at that, probably remembering that some of those shots got rather explicit towards the end, even before I started using my secret ability.
'Grab a seat over here, Lisa, and I'll put the slide show up on the big screen. Let's go through them first, and we can start selecting the ones you'll want for your fiancé after that. I have lots more pictures to choose from, as I said. If you find a particular set you'd like more of, we can look at the unprocessed ones and find some more.'
She nodded, biting her lip again in that endearing way. Once she was seated in the chair, I fired up the pictures on the big flat screen TV on the wall and swung around. Seated to her side and slightly behind, I could watch her reaction unobtrusively as she saw the pictures. Underneath the TV was a small video camera capturing her reaction covertly.
The first picture filled the screen, a full figure shot of her in an elegant dress. It was from the first set we had shot. Her hair was bound up in a tight bun, light make-up and some fake jewelry that looked expensive. Five seconds later, the next image loaded, a side shot to emphasize her curves. The pictures continued as her dress came off in stages, revealing classy lingerie underneath. Lisa smiled and fidgeted a little as the final photo of that set was on screen. It showed Lisa in profile, the dress a pile around her ankles. The light came from the side, making shadows play across her elegant figure, her hair shining. Her lingerie was still decently covering everything, but her curves were displayed perfectly. I stopped the slide show and cleared my throat.
'So, what do you think?'
'I had never imagined I could look so, classy,' she said a little breathlessly. 'I mean, I look like some high society celebrity or something. What have you done to the pictures?'
'Nothing much, really, it's mostly you. I just evened out the contrast a little, removed some wrinkles in the fabric here and there, and a filter to add a little bit of glow. I told you; the camera loves you.'
She laughed nervously at the compliment and fidgeted a little, no doubt pleased at the flattery.
'Shall we continue? There are a lot more to look at, and we'll go back to the beginning after we've seen them all once.'
Lisa nodded, and I started up the pictures again. The next scene was the schoolgirl shoot, with the short skirt. I had chosen some of the pictures where her nipples were not too obvious through the fabric, but still very sexy. As the series progressed and her buttons started coming undone on the screen, she was obviously getting hot and bothered in the chair. Her hands were sliding up and down her thighs, and her lips were parted slightly as she looked at her own striptease.
I could see the vein in her throat pulsing faster, her heart rate increasing as she looked at herself undressing on the screen. A slight sheen of perspiration made her skin shine, though I was genuinely unsure if it was excitement or the heat of the room.
'Is the heat bothering you?' I asked. 'All these computers and electronics can make the room a bit stuffy.'
'No,' she said in a slightly strained voice. 'I'm okay, it's fine, really.'
'Would you like to open a few buttons of your dress? It will surely help.'
It helped, alright. Now I could see the swell of her breasts nicely, though her bra looked more like a bikini, to be honest. I figured she was probably going to the beach after our appointment.
I continued the pictures, and soon we were getting to the interesting ones, where her blouse was coming off. Lisa's mouth was partway open by now, and her hand was slowly moving in circles on her thigh, the dress slowly bunching up and revealing her shapely thighs. I loaded the shot of her bent over the bed, one knee up. The shadows made sure no details were visible, but it was still a ground-up view straight at her barely covered pussy.
'Wow, that's really hot,' she murmured. Her nipples were completely hard now, making very obvious dents in her bikini. Time to up the ante a little.
'Would you like to remove your dress? It's still hot in here.'
Lisa stood in an almost mechanical fashion, slipping the dress off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. It stopped briefly around her hips, but with a quick shake that jiggled her ass, it dropped all the way. I admired her nice figure and her fairly modest bikini. It was not a thong style, but it still showed off her well-shaped ass nicely.
Naturally, I did not show her the photos I had taken with her panties pulled to the side. The ones she got to see were plenty hot, though, and she was getting pretty turned on. Next would be the topless ones, time to show her how her tits looked on camera.
I put up the shot of her cupping her breasts, a hint of areola peeking out from beneath her hand. Lisa gasped slightly and covered her mouth with a hand for a second. As she let her hand fall down again, however, she slid it down her chest and across her breasts. By the time her hand was back on her thigh, an obvious dimple had formed where her stiff nipple dented the fabric.
The next shot showed even more of that slightly darker skin, and Lisa gasped again. I noticed her hand had moved up her thigh, though the angle meant I was unable to see exactly what she was doing. I could imagine, though.
