“Who’s this,” Jennifer asked pointing the picture of him apparently taking a pretty blond women from the rear. “He’s in a lot of these.” Oscar approached and looked at the photo but knew in advance whom she was referring to. “Oh, that’s Derek. He’s a local electrician I use in my shoots from time to time when I can get him.”
“He’s gorgeous. Does he charge a fee for his modeling?”
“No, not really. Think about it. Look at those photos. What man would give their right testicle to get the chance to pose with all these beautiful, naked women? There have been times I think he would have even paid for the privilege himself,” Oscar chuckled.
“Can I get him? Do you think he’d be available? I think he’s gorgeous.”
“Uh, don’t know. I can call and ask. I don’t know where he’s working today but I can call his pager.” Oscar left and used the phone and almost instantly the phone rang right back.
“Hello. Yes, are you close to the studio? Interested in doing a little work here?” Jennifer heard him lower his voice but was certain he purposefully said it loud enough she could hear. “Yeah, blonde, married, nice rack, full figured in a Cybil Sheppard way. Ok, see you in half hour forty-five minutes.”
“Says he can be here in forty-five minutes. Has to hook the power back up and then he’ll be free. So, what shall we do in the meantime?”
“Well, what shall I wear. We were talking about using this set but I don’t know what to wear.”
“Wear, are you sure you need to wear anything? Those shots of your husband’s look pretty good to me.”
“You know, a little something to add some class. I don’t want to look like a total slut.”
“Reasonable, how about some high heels. You know men love high heels and this,” he said as he pulled a full length, sheer black, floor length negligee from a rack. I’ve gotten lots of miles out of this particular piece and it’d look great on you with these,” and he removed a huge box of black high heeled pumps. “I’ve got all sizes so try them on until you find a pair that fit. I’m going to work on the props a bit while you change. Why don’t you tone down the lipstick a bit and see if you are happy with your makeup while I make some changes here?”
Jennifer handed him the brown paper covered photo album and began to wonder if she were going to be able to pull it off.
When she returned to the set little had changed except the entire selection of vibrators and dildos now rested on the coffee table in front of the high-backed burgundy leather couch lined up like autos on a lot along with a clear plastic squeeze bottle.
The black negligee did nothing to impede the image of her body passing right through. She was uncomfortable walking the spike heels and told Oscar so. “They’re only props. Trust me you won’t be walking in them much anyway. Hands on hips, face me, let’s take a little test pop here and see if I need to adjust the lights.”
The image came up on the monitor and showed only slight lighting changes were needed and with a few keystrokes Oscar’s automated lighting system and been moved into place. “How about some stockings, Jenn? Some nice black ones like these.” The large man moved to a drawer at the edge of the set and extracted a pair of thigh high stockings. “Give these a try.”
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