It was an extremely hot day. I stood on the beach in a light summer dress, sandals and a large floppy hat. The beach was completely empty except for me and the photographer, and we were working on shots for my modeling portfolio. I was nineteen years old, with short dark hair cut to emphasize my great cheekbones, vivid blue eyes, and pale Celtic skin. The photographer was the one the agency used. His name was Jack. He was taller than me, twenty-two years old, and worked out a lot although he wasn't overly muscular. He was extremely strong though...able to lift almost anything with ease. He had black hair and green eyes, and a good eye for aesthetics.
"I think that's enough for today, Evie," he said to me, lowering the camera and screwing the lens cap back into place.
"Good, it's so hot out here," I replied. I couldn't wait to get back to the air conditioned comfort of his private studio.
The sun beat down mercilessly as we trekked back through the sand dunes to the car. I could feel sweat trickle down my back, and sand sticking between my toes as we walked over the pale ground. Jack unlocked the car for me and I sat in the front seat with my bag of clothes and make-up. He loaded his photography equipment into the boot and we set off for his studio.
We set off towards his studio, which was actually a part of his house. We settled ourselves inside and adjusted to the cool darkness of the room.
"I'm not technically allowed to do this, but I'm sure we can make an exception," he said, crossing to the fridge and getting out two beers. "It is the weekend after all."
"Thanks," I said, grateful for the cold drink. "What do you have in mind for the next shoot?" I asked him.
"Something a bit different. You know I prefer indoor shots with you. Suits your skin better. But we have to have you in a range of different locations and styles."
I nodded and quickly finished the rest of my drink.
"Now for this shoot, I'll need you wearing boots. How about these ones?" He pointed to a pair of black leather boots sticking out of my bag. They reached to above the knee and tied with black satin ribbon at the top.
"Sure," I said. As a model and a dancer, I was used to doing what I'm told.
I wore the boots with a lacy red bra and matching panties, and over the top wore a red satin slip. It only just covered my thighs, and was cut very low at the front.
"Perfect," said Jack. I turned to walk into the studio, but he grabbed my hand and lead me towards another door instead.
"Where are we going?" I asked naively.
"I set up the basement for this shoot. I told you, it's going to be different," he said, smiling at me.
He opened the door. There was nothing there but a drop! Then I realized there was a ladder leading from the door to the basement below. I made my way down the ladder to the cold basement.
Once we were both in the small room, I looked around. It was small, and made entirely of concrete...walls, floor, ceiling. The only entrance was the door which we had just entered by. There was a small sink and tap in one corner. Against one wall was Jack's photography and computer equipment. There was an electronic drum kit in another corner, and against the far wall was a single day bed. It was wrought iron and the head, foot, and one side of the bed were crafted from the metal. It made black loops and spirals and was very intricate.
"This is where the shoot is going to happen, Evie," he said, gesturing to the bed.
"Is this for my portfolio?" I asked.
"You can have some shots if you want to, but they're really for a calendar for a small business I know of."
"Oh. Will I be getting paid for them then?"
"Of course, but not much. It's more a deal between friends, if you know what I mean."
I nodded and continued to stand there. "Now Evie, hop on the bed and we'll try a few different angles."
I posed on the bed, while Jack took a few shots from different angles and using different lights. After a while he stopped.
