Late-night fun in a hotel room in Alabama.
He then opened the lowest drawer of his filing cabinet and grabbed an exquisitely handmade piece of complicated electronics from underneath a false bottom. Then he quickly adjusted his pants to make room for his stiffening cock, and took everything back out to the studio.
* * *
"OK Laurie, I know that when we emailed each other you said you were positive you only wanted to do headshots, but are you sure you don't even want to try doing anything more? I've been in this business long enough to know that headshots are purely a formality for someone as hot as you are, so I just feel like I have to give you the chance to do some real work right away." Before Laurie could answer, he continued, "The first time Jordan was here, she felt the same way, but we ended up doing maybe seven or eight rolls worth of really terrific poses. And I promise you, she loved doing them! Any chance I can change your mind?"
"No, Rick, definitely no," she said, not really caring whether 'Ricardo' caught her reference to his real name. "Look, I really only came here for the headshots, and I intend to be very selective in the other work I'll do. I'm sorry if this comes across the wrong way, but I'm just not at all interested in doing the other kinds of stuff you shoot. So, but how about we just get on with the headshots so we can both go about the rest of our days, OK?"
"All right, all right, suit yourself. It's just a criminal shame to limit yourself so strictly, but hey -- you're the model, and I definitely respect your limits. That's the way this works: the instant you say stop, we stop. Fair enough?"
"Fair enough," replied Laurie, flashing her thousand watt smile.
"Wow," Rick said, "you really are just ... spectacular. The guy who does the rest of your shoots is going to be one lucky shutterbug. OK, enough small talk -- let's get started. Back straight, shoulders back a bit. Yep, a bit more, good. Eyes right up here. Good. Chin out a little. Look right here."
"Good one. Again."
"Brush your hair back a little? Out of your eyes -- yeah like that, thanks."
"Not bad. OK, turn in your chair a little and let's get more of a profile--"
"Wait a sec," said Laurie, shaking her head a little.
"You ok?" asked Rick.
"Yeah, I'm ... I just ... That flash is really ... bright, or something."
"Wow, that's very perceptive, Laurie - you're right. Or not wrong, at least, technically. It's not actually all that much brighter, but it is quite a bit different than a standard flash. It's filtered and calibrated to blend some very carefully selected wavelengths and to focus the light in some very unique ways. It's my own design, as a matter of fact, and I find it gives me really nice results. Is it bothering you?"
"No, not really, I guess it just ... takes some getting used to. Are we done?"
"Almost," said Rick. "Let's just get a couple different angles to be sure. Eyes up here."
"Great. Lick your lips once. Nice. Right up here."
"Yeah, that's hot. Lick your lips again. And look right here."
"Hot. Tell you what - let's get a couple head and shoulders shots. How about you just undo one button on your shirt?"
Laurie wanted to object, but couldn't seem to find the words.
Rick continued before she had a chance to collect her thoughts. "Remember, headshots are how you sell yourself as a model," he said, "so you should play to your strengths. And trust me, opening that shirt a little would definitely play to your strengths."
Again, Laurie's first thought was that she should be a little offended, but for some reason she wasn't. It occurred to her this it was kind of interesting, in a way - that instead of actually being offended, she just thought she should be offended, even though she just couldn't seem to actually work up much irritation over it. Instead, she sat still for a second or two and then just reached up and popped her top button.
"Nice," said Rick.
"I like it.