Jane
I couldn’t believe what I was doing. My whole body felt on fire, the way you feel when you’re scared and ready to run away from danger, but this was different. This was exciting, and there was no way I was going anywhere.
I was shocked when I left the apartment, lying to Janice about having a Tinder date. I was even more shocked when I got here and Shane took me to the bathroom to remove my make-up, and I could barely believe that I was standing here in his studio, taking off my clothes so he could take pictures of me nude.
I could barely believe it, but I wanted it. I wanted him.
Never in my life had I felt attractive or sexy. But when Shane looked at me, I felt like the most beautiful girl in the world as I stood before him, and that’s what gave me the courage to do what I was doing. Slowly, I took my pants down the rest of the way and exposed my tiny little pussy to him.
I paused a moment with my pants halfway down my thighs, looking at him as I did my best to process what was happening. My heart pounded as his eyes moved across my bare body. His mouth hung open slightly, reminding me of our kiss this morning.
“All the way,” he said slowly. His words lit me up inside and I felt my shyness begin to melt away, replaced with desire and something else that I wasn’t used to feeling. Confidence.
I stepped out of my pants, right leg first and then my left, then kicked them aside and stood there naked as the day I was born.
Wetness dripped from my slit, and without panties or any hair down there, he could definitely see it. Did other girls get wet during a shoot too? I wondered. Or was it all routine to them?
“Turn around,” he told me. “Let me see everything.”
His voice never waivered. There wasn’t a hint of indecisiveness in it. To him, there was no possible way I would disobey him. And you know what? He was right.
Slowly, I turned around until my back was to him, and heard an unmistakable growl as he looked at me.
“You’ve got quite the little ass on you, princess. But I bet you’ve been told that a million times before.”
“N-no, actually,” I confessed.
“Mmmm,” was his only reply. But it sounded as though he was pleased by my response. He didn’t want anyone else looking at me, I could tell that. That was why he’d gotten so angry when he’d seen my shaved pussy.
He was worried I had a boyfriend…
“You’re wet, princess,” he said simply, causing me to stiffen. He’d noticed. “You’re glad you came, aren’t you?”
“I—”
“Turn around again and face me.”
His voice had a hold on me. Without thinking, I did as he asked and turned back around. What did he see in me? No make-up, no experience—modeling or otherwise—and no idea what I was doing.
Standing there before him was torture. His camera was in his hand, but not aimed at me. His eyes were on me, but he wasn’t touching me. My body ached for him.
“Okay, let’s get started,” he said, raising his camera. The lens was wide and dark and I felt as though I was staring down the barrel of a gun. Somehow that made it even hotter. “Put your right arm above your head like this, and your left arm, cross it over your stomach.”
I did my best to follow his instructions, but felt more awkward than ever. With the camera at his face, I couldn’t see his expression. Was I doing well? Or was he about to realize that I didn’t belong here.
“That’s it. Now your left foot—stand on the ball of your feet and stick your hip out.”
I did as I was told.
“Perfect.”
The shutter clicked, and a rush of adrenaline raced through me. I’d done it. I’d just posed nude for one of New York City’s top photographers. Not only that—I’d made out with him too…
Even though I couldn’t see Shane’s eyes, I could see the bulge in his pants. He wanted me, but when I arrived, he hadn’t even touched me. Was this really just a professional visit? I had no idea what was happening, but I did know that Shane Mason had me completely under his spell and I was melting inside an ice cream cone in the summer heat.
“Chin up,” he told me. Again, I did as I was told, and my heart leapt as the shutter snapped again. “Good girl.”
“Am I…am I doing all right?”