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[BlackTeen]

- Me? A model? You're kidding?

Sophia was in the comfortable armchair in front of Tom.

- I don't hvae anything of a model. BEsides, I ned a steady job with regualr earnings for my family. I did what I could to come today, but I don't think I may be available any other time.

But her mind was still racing. And being seen a potential model was quite rewarding. Probably one of the best compliments she ever had. She blushed a bit, smiling at Tom.

 

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"Well... I can understand why you might be surprised," Tom gave a reassuring smile, "But you know, we've been quite successful at choosing talent."
He allowed himself a little pride and gestured around them with a hand. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, showing his tanned and lean forearms that rippled gently with muscle.

"You might not believe how good your pictures can be until you see them." he raised an eyebrow, daringly.
"Your time will be paid for, in advance if you need to plan out family matters. I will look after you, don't worry we will make it work. We'll be great together."

He winked and stepped closer, holding out a hand. "Give it a go, you've got nothing to lose."
Again that gentle, daring smile.

 

[BlackTeen]

As he stepped closer with his offer, Sophia stood up and looked back at him, her smile broadening...

- Just a test this afternoon, we agreed?

And she held out her hand too... After all , this could be a unique experience.

 

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Tom took Sophia's own hand in his two and gave a gentle squeeze of encouragement. It was the sort of speech he was used to giving but the circumstances were unusual and the touch of Sophia's skin was the intimacy he had longed for and he held on for a moment.
Impulsively, and somewhat recklessley he took a bold step forward then raised a finger to her hair to lift a stray strand aside.
"Your pictures will be at least as beautiful as you," he confided with a wink.

 

[BlackTeen]

Sophia blushed... her smile was shy as she looked sideways, embarassed...
Then she took a breath and returned her gaze to Tom. She retrived her heand.

- Well, I made whatever was needed for my brother for a couple of hours. I have to be home by then, so time to start I think...

She giggled, realizing how bold this had been.

 

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"Cool!" Tom grinned and nodded, grateful for an.excuse to drag himself away from her eyes and steered her with a slight touch on the shoulder towards the partition.

"This is where Faye will get you ready, get acquainted ladies." he left Sophia at the partition and turned back to the equipment.

Faye sat on stool behind the partition, a table full of mirrors and lights in front of her, and with a huge rack full of clothes behind her.
She was a thin lady, wrinkled with loose skin and a huge mountain of white hair. She peered over her dainty glasses to look at Sophia and murmured, "Oh my..." with eyes that sparkled.

Then she clapped her hands together and exclaimed enthusiastically, "Lovely! We are going to make you fabulous! Take a seat so we can put that hair up, then you can choose a dress. Favourite colour? Quick now, no thinking!"

 

[BlackTeen]

Sophia followed and waved a shy little hello to the woman. Tom left and she was alone with an excited Faye. Sophia blushed and looked down at the reaction of the woman in front of her. She walked to the chair and sat down, surprised by the way she was taken care of. She would never have thought that just a firt trial session would make so much fuss.
A color? favorite color? her mind was racing wild, quickly, not sure about all this, wondering if it was all a dream or not.

- color? Oh hum, green. Yes green I think. If you think it might fit me well. I... Well, yes, maybe, as you wish...

Faye being already busy with her hair made Sophia feel strange. But it was a good strangeness. Never had she felt so important, so taken care of.

 

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And Faye did fuss her. The older lady's hands were all through her hair. In the mirrors Sophia could see her using two combs at one once, then one hand held a blowdryer whilst the other wielded numerous hair-clips.
Sophia felt her hair begin to glide, it floated and achieved some kind of flight with it's own buoyancy so it almost floated of it's own accord.

As for dresses, Faye seemed disapproving of the choice of colour but still displayed three decent designer numbers in Sophia's exact size without another question. There were shoes to match, and though Faye seemed to mutter 'Purple, violet or burgundy' to herself to complete her disapproval she aided well-enough and seemed enchanted with the result.

"Well, that's my part played. I very much look forward to our next encounter." Faye gave a crafty wink of her own and ushered Sophia around the partition to her waiting audience.

Tom made a camera click. It was his natural reaction but it helped him cover his surprise. It spite of it all, he had his own prejudice and had half-wondered whether his own fantasy was taking over his rational mind. But a first glance at Sophia in her wardrobe changed his mind.
"Stunning," she heard his voice along with the continuous percussion of a mechanical camera, it came from behind almost blinding lights. She felt herself sweat instantly in the heat.
"You can do this without thinking, you were born for it, born into these clothes."

The second partition had been turned to show a distant beige and orange backdrop that gave the lustrous green of her dress a maginificent counter.

Still Tom's camera whirled.
"I can turn down the lights if you want, but I will need to move closer. Do you think you will be able to look into the camera?"

 

[BlackTeen]

It all was like in a blur. Sophia felt unable to answer Faye's disaproval. She whispered a thank you at the end of the whole process. And she was feeling so... womanish. Older. Sexier. better. The feeling was strange, it was as she had moved from "young woman just out of teenagehood" to "very sexy woman who completely knows her body and how to use it to affect her environment". When she walked in the lights, the heat and the the blinding spots made her further nito the idea of a whole dream. She had her brown hair in a nice haircut, the red reflections of it accentuated by the lights and giving fiery lights. The blue of her eyes had been accentuated by Faye's little addition of make-up and were like two sparkling spots of water under the sun. Her freckles weren't hidden, just highlightening her charm.

The dress was underlining her shapes. She had her push up bra to accentuate her slender and thin body. But the dress made more. Thin spaghetti straps held it, and its low cleavage gave it a very sexy impression. There was a line following under the soft cirves of her breasts to accentuate them, and then it was fallling softly along her slender frame. The green contrasted with her peale skin. The lower part of the dress was cut on one side along her leg, exposing the skin at each step. The dress went down to her ankles, revealing there the thin and delicate heels that had been provided.

She felt like a star gelaming in the sky, like a star sparkling. Sophia was so much happy to have come and done this. It was already perfect. She smiled at Tom.

- I'll do my best Tom... Do you like it then?

 

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"Honestly, you are more beautiful than I could have dreamed." he answered her in a breathless whisper.

Over the click of his cameras, Sophia could hear him moving about, changing equipment rapidly and the camera sound was almost continuous.
Sometimes she saw the edge of his silhouette between lights as he moved, almost posing himself as he took a stance or a crouch with some kind of lens pointing at her or a remote switch in his hand.

"You make that dress look like it belongs to a princess!" he was teasing perhaps but it sounded like a genuine compliment.
"I'm guessing you picked that and not Faye? It could have been made for you."

Tom must have turned the light down somehow, and one in front went off altogether, though Sophia's eyes were still a little dazed.

"Try this." Tom said from a few steps closer and the background became a blue wash, the sounds of the ocean drifting in waves slowly filled the air.

He took one or two precise shots from closer, then stepped back. A fan motor turned and a gentle breeze came in from one side, lifting the dress slightly, along with Sophia's hair.

"Relax a little more, feel yourself somewhere else. Enjoy the air, the sound, the fabric against your skin. Don't worry about the wind, it's a just light breeze, I will only see your ankles! Nice ankles though, I might put them on the cover of Vogue if I can get a good deal on some green shoes for you..."

 

[BlackTeen]

All those compliment,s Sophia couldn't answer them. She was feeling like in a very dream. The best of them. Ever. She let the whole moment support her and pull her up towards heaven. She was feeling like someone with the world at he rfeet, like a princess, yes, just as Tom had said. The little breeze was welcomed with the heat of the lights. She heard the sounds. And it alll mixed... water rushing, the heat, the breeze, it all reminded her of hollidays at the beach adn that made her smile, memories of that past time that had been so great. A broad smile, pure and genuine. She tried to move around a bit, ont sure about the pose or the stances she had to take. She never dared to look straight at Tom or the camera.

 

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Tom had noticed too, and while he was more and more encouraged by what he saw through his lens he was also realising that he still had plenty of work to do to teach Sophia how to earn the camera's regard.
In the next moment it seemed, he was by her side. "Are you alright?" he asked with concern, she felt his strong arm around her waist and the presence of his body against her side.
"You looked woosy, I was worried you would faint from the heat. Why don't you have a rest..?"

He steered her to sit down, on a worn leather sea chest out of the lights. In his other hand he had a glass of ice water which he offered.
"I saw you wobble, I'm working you too hard." Tim still held her waist as they sat together, hips touching as they squeezed onto the seat.

 

[BlackTeen]

She wqas suddenly cast down form that moment when she felt a body tight to hers. An arm aorund her. She realized Tom was there. And she liked the fact of having him so close in fact.

- I was just... daydreaming.

She let herself be guided to the armchair and sat, taking a sip form the glass. Sophia looked up at him.

- THanks. So Tom, Could you something with me? Or will those pics be terrible?

 

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Tom smiled with relief and sighed, then he looked at Sophia properly, right into her eyes and gave her a tight squeeze with his one arm.
"They're really great." he nodded seriously, "We need to be realistic though, we both need practice. I need to learn to work with a novice, and you will have to accept guidance from my team. I see great things in you, I am willing to put the effort in if you are. It would be a real mistake for us not to pursue this."

He took the glass of water from Sophia's hand and rested it on his leg, not minding the cold. He looked at her for her answer, having taken the glass so she would not be distracted and could not hide her eyes behind it.

 

[BlackTeen]

Sophia was taken aback, surprised... That was not what she had in mind...

- Tom, I... I told you I can't. I need a regular job, regular earnings. And the rest of my time is due to take care of my family. my mom cannot do it all alone. I have to be there. I have to bring them money. I cannot spend my time in here, although it does feel great to be dressed like this. But...

her voice was fading. She didn't know hot to explain. Of course she'd like to go on being a princess who's taken care of. But there was a real life outside.

 

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She saw Tom's eyes flicker with disappointment, but then his normal determination returned and this time.with an edge of steel. This was man would not give up lightly and she knew he would give it at least one final shot.
"I understand, I do. Life is what we make it, how we use our opportunity. We can work around your other commitments... if you think you can commit to some time with me, however little."

He put a finger to his lips and whispered, "Don't answer me now. I want you to do one thing for me, then take some time to think it over."
His fingers reached into the glass and then slowly reached up to Sophia's face, leaning in close.
"You've done warm, hot and... smoking," he murmured flirtatiously, "Now show me cool," he touched his wet fingers to Sophia's lips, they were very cold and she realised he held an ice cube there, and it was melting quickly.

Tom held her chin softly, his eyes locked on hers, his fingers running the ice smoothly around her lips. He stood and withdrew backwards, taking his hand from her chin.
"Keep still, keep looking at me, frozen, all your dreams and wishes are in your eyes. No words, talk with your soul."

He stepped back into the half-shadow, his fingers left her lips last of all, somewhere in front of her she could see his outline and imagine him looking at her. There was a *plop* as Tom dropped the last of the ice in the glass.
"Keep looking at me, keep your eyes speaking for you."

The shadows hung all around Sophia, alone sitting on the sea chest in her expensive clothes. One man somewhere out on the darkness who desired her deeply.

 

[BlackTeen]

She was about to answer with many questions but he hushed her silent... She looked into his eyes and felt pushed to obey. She held silent, watching him lean closer. The cold of the ice made her shiver, but she parted her lips. The way he did it was very sensual, and she felt the melting on her lips...
As he backed away, she kept that way... fixing the point were he should be, right behind the camera, letting her lips slightly parted and wet with the melted icecube. She felt strange, like a single star sparkling in an ocean of darkness. And she was breathing deeply. As shadows developped, she was breathing more heavily...

 

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"This is the way I want you Sophia, your eyes eager, looking outwards and not inwards."

Sophia felt some small amount of light creep around the edges of her vision, it pooled at her feet just out of her view.
"I want your mind sharp, honed. Your body gentle and relaxed, but in control."

She had the impression the camera whirred again though softer and distant.

"You are at the centre of my world, you are all I see."

A breeze stirred lightly at her back, sending a short chill across the perspiration that had been there.
"I can tell you want it too. Your heart is beating in your ears, telling you your desires. I can see your wide eyes, fixed on your prize, unblinking. I feel the same. I want to hold you in my pictures, capture every exquisite part of you. Know every mood, every angle, every feeling. I want you to stay."

 

[BlackTeen]

Those words were like a magical formula, like some hypnosis motto, like if he knew how to enter her mind and let go her inner self. She slowly felt womanish yes, older yes, but also so sexy. She felt like she was aroused, not knowing from what, but this kind of power she had made her feel excited. She fixed the camera, sometmies facing, sometimes a bit on the side, leaning sometimes forward... a lot than she used to do it usually and showing her cleavage. She smiled at the camera, licked her lips, bit her lower lips, lifted her chin, she winked and grinned.

 

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Tom chuckled conspiratorially hidden behind the camera, "This is the new you..." he purred.

Sophia could hear him breathing, with exertion probably, but it sounded like panting, like he could hardly restrained himself and the camera whirred quiety but furiously.

The lights were soft spots, but they moved slowly across her legs and up her body, following her womanly lines, brushing under her breasts where the chill of the fan threatened to harden her nipples.
"This new you is dangerous, those eyes could break a man's heart with a glance."

 

[BlackTeen]

Sophia was feeling more and more self-confident, grinning wildly at the camera. He rbreath was harder, almost animal. She felt her nipples harden and stir against the dress.
She crossed her legs and leaned back in the armchair, the cut dress exposing both of her legs almost to the top of her thighs. She extended her arms up and back behind the armchair, thus straining the dress close and tight agaisnt her body.

 

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The twin lights moved upwards and stayed on Sophia's face, uplighting it, then framing it, then casting her in shadow again as they travelled over her head and behind her. She saw her shadow spread on the floor.
Then the lights dimmed and died, and it was completely dark.

She heard soft footsteps, somehow Tom found his way without light, then there was the touch of soft cloth on her back as he lay a woollen blanket over her shoulders.
"Ok now. Let's not wear you out completely." he was excited but controlling it well, his voice firm and confident.
In the pitch dark he sat on the chest behind her, his legs around her, straddling her. She felt his breathing, panting much like her own, his muscled body touched lightly to her back. His arms held her close and she felt his hard groin unashamedly pressed into her buttocks on the small space they shared on the chest.

"Remember how easy that was for you. You gave a stunning display." he whispered. "Now you can learn control, how to give yourself to the camera and when to hold something back."

In the quiet and the dark they could hear each other breathing so clearly.

 

[BlackTeen]

Sophia felt almost sadness when it all stopped. She was beginning to really enjoy this. The darkness, the steps, it was kinda scary in fact. It remebered her of some horro movies she'd seen and she wasn't really comfortable. She took the blanket and closed it aorund her, holding to it, trying to keep away the shivers that way.
But then there was Tom. The man seating behind her, breathing deeply, and... well, there was no doubt about his feeling for all this. She knew an erection when confronted to one. And that one was a reall hard on. She was seated her with legs crossed, and he was right behind, his legs on each side of hers, his arms around her body. In the dark. Just the two of them. Sophia's throat and lips turned dry quickly. She shivered again, really not at ease.
In this environment, she felt only like whispering, not daring to raise her voice.

- End of the session, Tom?

 

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He put his hands on her shoulders and sighed deeply.
"Yes," he said and stood up, moving a few paces away. Then a curtain came up with a whir of a small motor, letting the late afternoon daylight in.

"Hmm, sorry," he said weariy, "I get intense when I get caught up. It worked though, you were incredible, no-one would believe that was your first session."

His laugh was quiet and tense now, he stretched and rubbed the back of his neck.
"You can see Faye, she'll get you changed, then make sure you see Beth before you go. I'll see you outside."

 

[BlackTeen]

Sophia blinked when the light came in. All of it faded, like at the outcome of a perfect dream. Reality took its place again and she suddenly felt not at her place with that dress. She smiled shyly at Tom, blushing a bit, before moving towards Faye's realm, in order to retrieve her own clothes and get back to reality, to her dear family, and to that job. It had been a great afternoon, a perfect moment, and she would keep it as a memory forever.