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The battle to kill a god.

How come we can't pull a portfolio from what we have already done?"

"Marcus, I am leaving for college in two weeks. I am a different girl than I was the first time we had a session. I got my hair cut recently. But more important, I feel different. And, honestly, I love doing this with you."

"Okay, let's do this thing. Turn on like you always do." We connected on so many levels, we both knew we were going to get great images. Of course, my mom and I had a hard time choosing my senior pictures. Narrowing over 300 pictures to our favorite 15 was hard. And my dad hated most of the ones I loved. It took a long time to come to an agreement. But they spent a lot of money.

This shoot wouldn't be so tough, because it wasn't about the images for me, it was about the experience.

My first outfit was a pair of low-rise jeans and a crop top. I made sure the jeans were amazingly low rise. From the back, you could see my ass crack. From the front, they were almost down to my pubic hair. It had to be obvious that I had no panties on. That was my intention. I wanted him to go crazy.

Marcus had some new backgrounds for the upcoming season, but he tried them on me. I showed my ass to him. I posed in very provocative poses. I bent over forward and showed my ass. I pulled the top up and down, doing everything but showing my nipples. Marcus just kept on doing his creative thing. He never missed a beat, the consummate professional. I wanted to break that veneer in a special way.

My next outfit was a bikini. The briefs were the briefest. The top was just a couple of patches to cover my nipples. I couldn't believe how cool he was. I was damn near naked, and he just created his amazing images. I did the runway walk. We worked together to created images that were quite interesting.

I tried to be very sexy. I copied the poses I had seen in magazines and on the Victoria Secret website. Marcus adjusted poses as usual. I know he was trying to make sure I didn't look slutty, although slutty was just how I was feeling at that moment. I bent forward with my arms pushing my breasts together to try to make some cleavage, which I really don't have. I put my hands in my hair and arched my back. I tried everything I could think of, and Marcus suggested lots of cool poses. He was getting into it. I hoped he was getting into me.

He was always complimentary during the sessions. He wanted to pump you up and give you confidence. He said that it came through in the pictures. This time was no different. His comments ranged from, "Wow, Tiff, you are amazing!" to "Utterly cool," to "Really sexy," to "Ohmigod!" I think he was genuinely impressed.

Although it was summer, it wasn't hot in the studio. Still, I was working up a sweat. I was posed facing the camera, hands on hips with one hip popped when I felt a bead of sweat begin to trickle down between my breasts. Marcus must have seen it through the viewfinder, because he said, "Wow! Now that is sexy!" I laughed and blushed a little, which made him laugh.

"Okay, that's it for the bikini," he said. "You've got one more, right?"

"Yup. I'll go change," I said.

My last outfit was the most risqu__. I had bought a sheer white bed jacket that tied at the waist. I had removed the sewn in bra so that my bare breasts would be clearly visible through the almost transparent fabric. I paired that with boy-cut panties, also white. After I dressed, I looked in the mirror. You could definitely see my bare breasts and my hardening nipples. The tight panties revealed my camel toe. Looking from behind, my ass cheeks hung out from the high cut panties. If this didn't make him horny, either he was dead, or I wasn't nearly as sexy as I thought. Still, I was horny, anyway. I could feel the moisture between my legs.

It was now or never. I took a deep breath and stepped into the camera room.

Marcus did a double take. Maybe I was hot, after all.

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