Jennifer came toward Oscar still dressed in the red silk robe and bare feet. “Let’s see those, you must have made some mistake. I never posed for any nudes for Troy.” She approached as Oscar was reading an attached note that had the letters “I.M.A.S.F.Y.2” scrawled across it. Oscar knew the code meant “I made a set for you too” but explained it was just some exposure message about the film processing.
The album was covered in brown vinyl and had a latching strap that held it closed. “I’m sure this is the film your husband brought in,” as he popped the strap and flipped to the first page of the album. Only shots of forest from Troy’s field trip were on the first several pages, obviously on the early roll of film. “Can’t tell anything from these pages. Well, what about these?” Jennifer recognized herself on the beach in the red bikini. She was trying to figure out how Troy had managed to get these shots. The first were of her innocently sunbathing but some of the later shots became more telling.
Oscar’s friend had created some blow-ups. There was one nearly full-page shot of the black hands of the teenagers reaching under Jennifer’s bikini bottoms as they applied suntan lotion. She leafed through the album forgetting Oscar was leaning over her shoulder watching as well. When she got to the pages where Jennifer entered the courtyard with her young admirers her mind raced with how her husband had managed to capture her little tease on film. Flipping through page after page of full image and blow-ups of her episode she was suddenly shaken back to real time when Oscar commented, “Your husband’s a good photographer. Maybe I could hire him?” Jennifer slammed the book shut and clutched it to her chest. “Makes the shots we were taking here a bit tame, don’t you think?”
Jennifer rose and found the wineglass and drained it. “More,” she said as she held the glass out to Oscar who filled it with a bottle retrieved from a refrigerator in the studio. “Well, Troy has some pictures of his own, I think I’ll shoot a few pictures of my own.”
“Your probably ready to look at this now,” Oscar said as he handed her an album with a plain brown wrapper on it. “Some women like posing with models; some use their boyfriends or husbands….” Jennifer took the book from Oscar and flipped open the pages. There were couples obviously having sex pictured in photo after photo. “Are they….?”
“No, no, just simulated. But pretty realistic don’t you think. I don’t offer these as samples before the shoot because it spooks some people. I think you are ready to see them as samples at this point.”
Jennifer walked to couch that was to be the next set of her shoot and laid the album out on the coffee table in front of it and sat down wrapping the red silk robe over her still nude body. She could tell that there was no real blatant penetration obvious, no contact of sex organs, but had someone not known it looked for all the world to be real. There were shots of women apparently giving blowjobs and of men returning the favor. There was one handsome black man who appeared in several of the shots.
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