Would You Like To? Ch. 08
Ten days had passed since the final photoshoot with the gymnastics team. The response I had gotten was overwhelmingly positive, despite some of the shots being quite a bit more provocative than planned. The final decision had been the girls', though, and they cut through and decided. I knew which pictures they had chosen, of course, but I had no idea how the final product would look. I supposed it would be only right to buy one and support the team. I needed a calendar anyway.
I was just starting on my second cup of coffee, newspapers mostly rifled through, when there was a knock at my door. I was still not properly dressed. There was still a few hours left until today's planned photoshoot. I got up and tightened my morning robe, still naked underneath.
Had I been in my studio, I could have checked the door-cam to see who it was, but by some unknown oversight, my actual home had no such camera. I made a mental note to call up the locksmith and browse options. After nearly living in my studio during the marathon work of getting the calendar shots done, I now made a point to sleep in my own house most days.
'Good morning, Jack!'
'Amy! Erica! What are you girls doing here this early in the morning?'
'We just wanted you to have this!' Amy smiled and handed me a big, brown envelope.
'What's this?' I said, though I had a pretty good hunch already.
'You'll see!' Erica said as they turned and jogged down my driveway, pert asses bouncing enticingly. 'We have lectures in ten minutes, gotta run!'
Clearing the newspapers away, I laid the large envelope down on my kitchen table and opened it.
It was the calendar, of course, fresh from print. They had moved fast, once the pictures to include were decided. It made sense; they only had so much time to get money for their trip.
I opened the calendar, noticing with pleasure that they had gone for a high quality one, thick paper and glossy pictures. Fond memories rushed back as I watched the pictures for each month.
Every single girl had signed their page and added some words for me. How thoughtful.
As I looked through each month, reading the comments and smiling to myself, something fell out from in between the pages. I bent down and picked up what turned out to be a Polaroid picture.
The back read:
We had a great time, Jack. Can't wait to do it again! Amy, Alicia and Erica XxX
I turned the picture over and just stared at the three of them, naked and smiling in what looked like a locker room. I have no idea who took the picture. I had specifically erased their memories of having sex with me, but I left their memories of what they did to each other. Interesting. Perhaps I would be seeing more of them around my studio after all? I smiled and put it in my pocket before going over to my studio to prepare for the day's photoshoot.
'Lisa! Welcome! And you must be Jonathan!'
I held my hand out to shake, but his was slow in coming. He had an uncomfortable look in his eyes, as if he wanted to be elsewhere.
Jonathan was significantly taller than his bride-to-be, reasonably athletic and quite good looking. They looked right together, despite their many differences. That promised well for their couples' shoot.
I led them inside my studio, sensing a definite chill coming from him as Lisa had to all but drag him inside. It seemed her success at convincing him had been only partial. He was here, though, so he was not completely averse to the idea.
I noticed Jonathan admiring my newest addition to the portfolio-wall, the group shot of the gymnastics team. I had had it printed in large format and framed it.
'Is this...?' He began, giving me an incredulous look.
'The university gymnastics team, yes,' I finished for him, his eyes widening slightly.
'How on earth did you get a hold of this?' He asked, his shock drowning out his annoyance at being talked into coming here.
'Well, I should, technically, not have shown you this yet, but the secret will be out later today, I think. The team commissioned me to shoot pictures for a calendar they're launching.'
'But... They're naked!'
'Indeed they are, all ten of them, in every picture, twelve shoots, one for each month.'
'Damn...!' Jonathan shot a guilty glance at Lisa, who blessedly had continued on and not noticed what we were discussing. She had been here before, after all, and knew the best stuff was upstairs.
His mood improving a little, Jonathan was suddenly a bit more relaxed. He stopped at several of my portfolio pictures, lingering at some of my couples' shots, a speculative frown as he no doubt mulled today's mission over in his mind.
We walked into the main room of the ground floor, with the custom bike, mini gym, workshop set and the Mustang.
I noticed Jonathan giving the Mustang a long look, his eyes lost in thought.
'Is that a '68 Boss?' He asked.
'69,' I replied, grinning, the reference obvious.
'Like John Wick!' We both said at the same time.
Lisa sighed dramatically as we grinned childishly and bumped fists, a tiny bro-moment. Ice apparently broken, Jonathan relaxed fully, his face mellowing to a more natural expression.
'Sooo,' Jonathan began, drawing the word out as if a little apprehensive. 'What exactly did you have in mind for this shoot?' The question was directed at me.
'I have no opinion on what, to be honest, just how. I'm just the guy with the camera, here to provide the two of you with the pictures you want. All of my sets can be used for a couples shoot, though some of them will, of course, create artistic limitations to what we can achieve.'
Jonathan looked pleased at that, giving Lisa a look that seemed to say he liked what he heard.
'So, if I said I'd very much like to get some shots done in that gorgeous Mustang, you'd be fine with that?'
'Absolutely, it's one of my favorite props, really. The lighting does offer some limitations, but shadows can be used very effectively to convey a certain story.'
'Before you guys go all manly and talk engines and stuff,' Lisa broke in, 'maybe we should talk about what kind of pictures we want? I mean, it IS a couples shoot, after all.' She gave me a covert smile, putting Jonathan on the spot a little.
Jonathan looked a tad uncomfortable, no doubt suddenly remembering the fact that I had indeed been up close and personal with his fiancé's pussy before. He cleared his throat and looked at Lisa.
'Yeah, well, I saw the pictures, obviously. They were very good, by the way,' he nodded in my direction, 'and we talked about making a set that would be kind of a continuation of that. Sort of, what happens after. But...'
'What Jonathan is trying to say,' Lisa broke in as she walked over to him and took his hand in hers, 'is that he's a bit apprehensive about this whole naked-on-set deal.'
I nodded, hiding a smile at his awkwardness. I was, of course, no stranger to this exact kind of situation, and in my experience, most guys had no problem forgetting I was there once their partners opened their legs. Jonathan would not know this, of course, but we could overcome that.
'I can see where you're coming from, Jonathan. This is supposed to be a couples' shoot, and it's important that both of you are comfortable, else the pictures will be bad. I don't sell bad pictures. Why don't we look at the rest of the available sets, and we can discuss options? I have all day, and you're paying for the finished pictures, so let's make them good. Sound ok?'
Jonathan nodded, looking relieved. He walked over to admire the details of the Mustang, so I pulled Lisa aside.
'Would you like to put some more pressure on him to get naked with you on the set? Make him horny enough to forget he's afraid.' I whispered to her, my hand on her shoulder. Lisa nodded and smiled, then walked over to him.
I could not hear her words, but I saw how she molded herself to his body, kissing his hand and reaching around to his front. Jonathan stiffened briefly, then leaned down to kiss her deeply, her hand still doing whatever to his frontside. They talked quietly for a bit, and Jonathan finally nodded slightly.
'You'll do it?' Lisa said with a smile, then kissed him again and walked back to me. Jonathan stayed behind, probably doing his best to hide his boner, I suspected.
'So,' Lisa said, 'we've decided to change it up a little, give him time to get used to the idea. We want to do a bed scene instead, first. We'll undress each other, but only implied nudity. Ok?'
'Of course,' I said, 'it's your shoot. We'll do what you want.'
I walked them through the rest of the studio quickly, pointing out the various options, though with a bedroom scene planned, I figured we could always look at other options later. It would be best to get Jonathan used to the idea of a camera, and besides, once Lisa's clothes started coming off, I figured he would be more malleable.
I could make them do whatever I wanted, of course, but I wanted to see if Lisa could do the convincing for me.
'Okay, let's not do too much directing for now,' I said, hefting my camera. Lisa and Jonathan sat on the bed on their knees, facing each other.
'What do we do?' Jonathan asked, not as uncomfortable as before, but not relaxed either.
'Why don't you start kissing. I'll be going around you, taking pictures, but I won't be in your face. Just try to forget I'm here and focus on your fiancé. Have a good time and try to act as if you are home alone in bed.'
'Yeah,' Lisa said as she grabbed his head and drew him down for a kiss, 'look at your fiancé, the one you'll be undressing soon.' That did it, and he began kissing her in earnest.
Click. Click. Click.
Pretty soon, they forgot I was there, almost. Lisa began pulling at his shirt free, opening the buttons one by one and kissing her way down his chest.
Click. Click. Click.
Lisa pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the side. Jonathan sat on his knees, leaning backwards, his hands by his feet. He really was in excellent shape, full six-pack and well-defined muscles without being beefed up. Lisa leaned over him, on her knees, summer dress still on. She kissed his stomach and stuck her tongue out, dragging it up his stomach.
Click. Click. Click.
Jonathan groaned softly when she licked and kissed his nipples, a very respectable bulge forming in his pants.
Click. Click. Click.
Lisa sat back on her knees, crooking a finger at him. Jonathan caught the hint and started unbuttoning her dress as well.
Click. Click. Click.
It was Lisa's turn to moan when he began kissing her stomach. Her dress hung open from her shoulders, all the buttons opened, her lacy bra and panties exposed.
Click. Click. Click.
It was time to get down to business. I could see the moment when Jonathan realized the obvious continuation.
Lisa, however, had anticipated this. 'Take off my bra, Honey. It's fine, just take it off and cover my tits with your hands, it'll look hot. Just get behind me, take off my dress and unhook my bra.'
'I need a minute,' Jonathan said, his nerves getting the best of him. 'Is there somewhere I can splash some water in my face?'
