“Nice, very nice. It just dawns on me who you remind me of, you look a lot like Cybil Sheppard, you know, the model. You have that great voluptuous look just like she has. Great eyes and skin. Ok, sit back on the stool both feet together on the rungs and reach both hands back like you are putting a hair pin into your hair.” Flash, flash.
That pose had lifted the shirt considerably and with the bottom button undone it revealed a portion of her tummy and the white panties. She reached for the glass of wine and took a big gulp. Time for some courage.
“Off the stool, both elbows on the table and kind of lean your weight onto the table.” Oscar bustled forward and readjusted the mirror a bit and then went back behind his camera. “Right, here. Think about Troy and how sexy you want to look for him.” Flash, flash.
“Time to get a bit bolder.” Oscar didn’t ask for her approval but just forged ahead. “Reach back and pull that shirt up in the back a bit. Higher, higher. Ok. Now, both hands on the table and lean your weight forward. Jennifer was worried about the angle of the shirt and her breasts; fearful they might pop out but when she saw the resulting images on the monitors she realized Oscar was focusing on her backside and the boob shots were just gravy.
She saw the reflection of her rounded ass cheeks barely covered by a thin strip of material in the antique mirror. Oscar, the clever devil, had used the reflection to get both a frontal and rear shot all at one time. He paused and admired his own handiwork. “Nice, nice,” he commented more to himself than to her.
“Ok, turn around and sit on the stool facing away from the camera. Undo those last couple of buttons and pull the shirt down over your shoulders to about mid-back.”
Jennifer complied and slid the shirt down her tan shoulders clutching the shirt to her chest. “I wonder what the principal of my school would think if he saw his math teacher in these poses,” she thought to herself?
“Now, turn your face slightly over your right shoulder towards me.” Flash, flash.
She liked the effect she saw when it came up on the monitor.
“Turn your face a bit more toward the camera. We want to see more than just a profile in this one.” Flash, flash. “Ok, outfit change. This look is getting tired. Any wishes for the next set?”
She took another sip of wine, “No, I like what you have done so far. Just tell me what to do.”
Oscar scurried around the clothes racks flipping through one outfit and another. Some he knew were too daring this early in the shoot or didn’t match her skin and hair well.
“Well, simplicity may be the best answer her. What do you think?” He held up a ribbed men’s under shirt and a pair of black lace panties. “Try them on and take a look in the mirror and see if you think Troy’ will like what he sees.”
“Well, he’ll see plenty in this,” she commented as she looked in the mirror behind the dressing room door.
“Isn’t that the point, hon,” Oscar asked?
“Well, yes, I guess it is,” then she recalled her several acts of exhibitionism in front of other strange men already on the trip and sauntered out to the studio.
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