Rebecca paused and stared at her roommate with a new respect. "There you go!"
Now a decade later Cynthia Dunnellon and her business partner Rebecca Hilliard were the most in-demand private photographers in the DC area. It started with one senator and a member of his staff recreating a portrait of one of the senator's ancestors taken back in 1857. They recreated the pose which was a traditional 19th century pose. The senator sat in a wingback chair, feet planted firmly on the floor and was holding a walking stick, while the female staffer stood behind him like she was his wife, both staring off into the middle distance, both had a stern expression on their face as was common back in the days when an exposure could last up to a full minute. However, both were completely naked. Nothing about the portrait made sense to Cyndi but she took the picture, and the Senator was happy.
A year later a sex scandal involving that senator hit the headlines and word got out about the existence of that portrait, Cynthia refused to reveal any details and even spent a few nights in jail for her refusal. In the end that was the best publicity she ever hand, here was a photographer who would capture an image and keep her mouth shut about it.
After the senator's situation died down the requests started coming in. At first it was "boudoir photography" where a relationship needed a little spicing up and the wife or girlfriend posed in skimpy lingerie, or a see-through negligee. Then to nudes, both men and women which eventually evolved into nude couples, and they were happy that Cyndi didn't seem to notice or mind an erection. Actually, Cyndi fought hard to keep her favorite body organ from being the central subject of the photographs.
They transitioned to more explicit photography when a customer only known as Kathy X wanted to show her husband what she thought about while he was risking his life in Afghanistan. Kathy sat on the frilly canopy bed Cynthia had on her bedroom set in her studio used for boudoir photos and gazed into a photograph of her young soldier in his Army dress uniform. As Cyndi walked around the bed shooting photograph after photograph, Kathy began to rub her vulva and talk to the photograph. "Dennis, I can't wait for the day you come back to me. I know you can't wait either. I don't care if you come home walking or wounded, I'll be here for you." Kathy X was mentally no longer in a studio posing for pictures, she was alone, calling to her husband.
Now two fingers began sliding in and out of her pussy. "We're going to make love all night long, we'll do it on the tarmac at Andrews Air Base, just come home to me baby." Cyndi watched on in amazement as the lonely young wife began to finger fuck herself. Her sorrow tugged at Cyndi's heart but the fingers sliding in and out of her pussy tugged the little photographer in a different direction. Regardless, Cynthia was a professional and she kept shooting. If this was film rather than digital, she would have to spend the rest of the month in the darkroom.
The young Army wife rolled on to her back and planted her feet firmly on the bed far apart from each other. With her pussy exposed Kathy held the photograph of her husband to her chest and produced a realistic pink dildo from the folds of the duvet and eased it into her sodden depths. After two or three slow full-length strokes she began fucking herself madly crying "Fuck me Dennis! Fuck me like you'll never leave me again!" The dildo slapped into her pussy fiercely and as Kathy came, her back arched lifting her ass off of the bed. After her orgasm was over, she lay on her side curled up in a fetal position shuddering.
As her administrative assistant got the young wife composed, cleaned up, and dressed, Cynthia was in her office bent over her desk getting soundly fucked by her production assistant Roger Callahan. They both felt the heat that radiated from the lovely Army wife. The next day Cynthia began investing in video cameras.
Kathy X seemed to open up the floodgates, now couples were coming to Cynthia's studios asking to have their love making recorded for posterity in both still and video format. Cynthia's studio soon had to move to a larger building to accommodate the imaginations of their clientele. She hated using a green screen to add background scenery. "These aren't Zoom calls," she would snarl at staff meetings, so practical scenery and props had to be used and the amount of prop furniture they owned soon filled a small warehouse.
Young couples would reenact their honeymoon night, newly expectant parents would reenact the conception of the child they were expecting in six or seven months. Older couples would record the lovemaking on anniversaries. Then the fantasies became popular, bondage was a favorite, Cyndi's dungeon set had waiting lists that stretched out for months. The S&M got so out of hand that Cyndi declared a standing rule that shooting would shut down at the sign of blood for "sanitary reasons" and all participants in the shoot, tops, and bottoms all had a safe word. Also, because of an entanglement with Law Enforcement in an early fantasy shoot, all "Hard R" and harder shoots had to be done in studio. It ruined the customers excitement and the thrill of the chance of getting caught, but it lowered the chance of a lawsuit.
The first time Cynthia recorded a pair of lesbians, she handled the shoot with the professionalism that made her studio a legend in the field. But right after the pair left the building Cynthia went to Rebecca's office and standing just inside the doorway cleared her throat and nervously said, "Can I bother you for a favor?"
Rebecca, knowing what kind of shoot that Cyndi was handling that day just smiled. "Lock the door," as if telling a young child. She rose and headed over to the couch in her office, halfway there her dress was off and laying in a pile on the floor. "Come here you," she grinned as she patted the couch cushion, and thus a new dimension was added to Cyndi's love life. And just in time too because next week an FFM was scheduled, Cyndi was confused as to the significance, but Roger and Rebecca couldn't wait for after the shoot.
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"What do we have on the schedule for today?" asked Cynthia as the morning meeting started. She looked ready to go, but Rebecca and Roger both know from long experience she's mentally vacuous before her third cup of coffee.
Rebecca opened up her old-school pen and paper daily planner and went down the list. "Busy day today. For portraiture we have studios 1, 2, and 3 booked solid with yearbook pictures, it's that time of year again. The back end has a mixed bag. We have a wedding in Studio A, a fiftieth birthday in Studio B, and Studio C is booked up solid, eight sittings reserved."
Numbered studios are the "public" studios, family photos, graduation photos, head shots, etc. The "Back End" with lettered studios is the more adult studios. Studio C is set up as a bedroom and normally it's all boudoir shots. There's minimal dressage needed on the set for boudoir shots and that's still the most profitable for them. Studio A is normally a wedding chapel, that's gotten strangely popular, while Studio B is for domestic fantasies, generally a living room dining room or kitchen. Studio D is the Dungeon, or a warehouse or factory as needed, and Studio E is Everything Else, it's their biggest studio and it's most often a classroom or an office, but with their props and background drops it can be anything from a western saloon to a space station.
"What do we have for video?" Cyndi asked as she flipped through the daily financial report getting ready for that headache of a meeting. She's ready to chuck it all and go back to shooting cats with her cell phone. She just wants to photograph things she loves, like cats. And sex. All this stuff about business and profit margins and crap is pulling her away from her passion.
"Not too much for video," said Rebecca as she double checked the schedule in her planner. "Studio D is still down for lighting repairs, it's all in Studio E today. At ten we have a mystery couple who want a mountain cabin, the northeast corner is ready for them." A mystery couple is generally a married couple... married to other people, so their identity is held in strictest confidence. Rebecca looked at the booking and smiled. "It's a couple of men... and their wives will be here to watch."
There were scattered chuckles, but Cynthia stayed on track. "Is that it?"
"Umm... no. Tonight at seven we have a surprise gang bang. Office scenario, boss hits on his secretary, office staff joins in, hilarity ensues." Rebecca flipped her planner closed and turned to her laptop.
"Uhhhhh, I hate those," groaned Cyndi.
"I thought you like those boss," said Roger. "They bring in enough money."
Cynthia shook her head, "Most of the time the guys are so intimidated by the studio, the cameras, the lights and the whole thing, they can't get it up, or they're too drunk. They spend most of their time stroking their limp cocks... it's not pretty.
