Studies in Black & White (pm to join)

[LongWalkHome]

Van

The feel of her hands was electric. I had been with women before, I was no virgin that was for sure but her touch?

You'll be able to see me part of the time Van, but I may work from angles that are out of your line of vision. I'll talk to you though, so you'll know where I'm at all the time. While I'm doing the test shots, why don't you tell me why you're here. You can touch yourself if you like, in fact it would help if you did, then I can watch for shadows when you move your hands. Just remember not to go to far with the touching, we've got alot of photos to do before I want you to um...er...well, lets just say we'll be at this for awhile.

I smiled softly, I understood what she wanted and it seemed she was a little reluctant to be vulgar about it, or was it she was uncertain as I was about this?

"I came to face a fantasy, Kit" I answered gently, honestly "One with which I hoped you could help me with and put it to rest"

She wanted me to touch myself and I knew it was now or never. A deep breath and I unzipped my now uncomfortable jeans and then reached inside them to pull my length out.

"I came to tell you about a fantasy in which I rape a woman"

I left the statement hanging, as I did my own self and turned slightly to see Kit poised over a camera, unmoving.

"Does that bother you, Kit?"

 

[Lady_Kit]

My stomach did a little flip at his statement. There was also the realization that we were alone in a virtually empty building; there was certainly no one within screaming distance. Had I been the nervous type I might have sent him packing right then, but I wasn't. So he stayed.

Bother me? No, I don't suppose it does. The question is; Does it bother you?

I was more intrigued than frightened. Why tell me? I was a little excited as well. I’d once had a partner who played at bondage. Occasionally, I’d found it quite satisfying. He'd told me that strong women, powerful women often liked to be dominated. Perhaps he was right.

Why tell me your fantasy?

I snapped off a few Polaroids and found the lighting satisfactory except for one area that needed adjustment. I moved to the pole lamp nearest Van and adjusted the height and direction; moving it to shine fully on his rapidly growing cock.

He was above average, just as he said, and I felt a rush of moisture between my legs when I saw him pull his semi-hard shaft from his jeans. He smiled as he noted my gaze; his hand ran slowly up and down his shaft.

It isn’t the kind of thing one would say without a reason.

“It was important that you know Kit.”

I felt a tremble of fear, or was it excitement? It was hard to tell. Either way, it made my body tighten and feel flushed. He saw it, and enjoyed the effect. I picked up my camera and hid behind its lens; watching him play with the smooth head of his penis with a professional detachment that was only partially real. His hands mocked me as they moved over his exposed cock, as if to show me what could be mine, if I wanted it. His hands moved down to caress the mass of his balls still hidden beneath the tight denim of his jeans. The movement of his hands implied pleasure, pain and threat all at the same time; and a violence only partly contained.

His cock in its half-hardened state was larger than any I’d ever had; long and thick, the shaft straight, the head fat and rounded; it was manhood near perfect in proportion. Perhaps perfection only came with he was fully erect. I snapped frame after frame, while he pleasured himself for me. When I’d taken a full roll I called a halt, and asked him to finish removing his clothing. I turned my back to load my cameras; I’d planned to use more than one, so I could move quickly to fresh film without interruption.

“I’m ready Kit. What would you like me to do?”

I turned back to see him seated on the stool, his body bathed in the artificial illumination from the lights. The effect was all I could have wished for, and his body…oh, his body was better than I’d hoped. I knew he’d be the kind of lover who would be strong and powerful, but able to be tender if he chose. Though there was little tenderness in his eyes when he looked at me now.

Jack off for me Van, tell me about your fantasy, and get yourself off while I watch.

My voice was husky when I spoke. Did he notice? Would he take it for true desire or just the help that I promised? I couldn't say which it was, so I pushed the question from my mind. I moved nearer, and knelt down to get a few close up shots. The image of his cock filled the view finder; and he slowly began to tell me his fantasy.

 

[LongWalkHome]

Van

Jack off for me Van, tell me about your fantasy, and get yourself off while I watch.

Her voice had dropped an octave and gone beyond professional, although her movements were still precise and sure.

"I'm not a violent man, Kit" I began, needing somehow to reach out to her and know she'd understand. "I've had several relationships with ladies and hope to in the future"

Kit's head nodded behind the camera as it clicked and whirred and I played with myself, my hand sliding slowly up and down on the heated flesh and then teasing the swollen head.

"But about a year ago I was at the college and met this woman and something inside of me told me I HAD to have her"

The image of the sultry woman walking towards me in the hallway, asking for directions as her hand drifted to the open shirt and the necklace resting in the valley of her breasts.

I closed my eyes and played back the short discussion as I had done a thousand times before, how I had boldly commented on the beauty of the unique piece and asked to see it closer. How she had unconsciously leaned forward to oblige me and I captured it in my hand to look closer and it...and her.


I opened my eyes and realized my chest and brow was covered in sweat, my hand was furiously stroking myself, pushing myself for the relief I needed so badly.

"Have you ever wanted something so badly and been denied it, Kit?" I asked softly of the crouching figure behind the camera. "And in being denied it, the desire for it became a living and growing thing inside you?"

I had slowed myself and my breathing, my hand sliding up and down at a more sedate pace as I looked towards Kit and continued, knowing I was again in control of myself.

"That's how it's been for me since I met this woman, a fire in me that has grown in hunger for her, burning me with desire for her."

One leg splayed out in front of me, I spread the other to the side and leaned back, my free hand behind me for support on the stool as I toyed with the rubbery head of my cock.

"One part of me tells me to go find her, take her and bend her to my will and make her my own. The other? It tells me to hold it inside and ignore it, knowing the destruction it will do to me. Either way? I lose."

My cock was swollen, it's length full and hard now as I held the weight of my balls in my hand, toying with the sac and feeling the tingle run upward thru the ridged muscles in my stomach.

"I can't have her, But I have this fantasy and perhaps with your help I can live it just this once...and return to a normal life"

It was funny, but at moments like this I was like a hawk, my eyes seeing every tiny detail, registering every move as if I was the camera and imbedding the images into my mind for eternity. I watched Kit slowly straighten, the light catching the thin shirt and clearly outlining her breasts, the nipples turned into hard points that pushed at the shirt as if trying to poke thru...The same breasts I had been dreaming of for three hundred and sixty days...

"In my fantasy she is coming down the same hallway, Kit. But instead of the crowd we're alone and as she asks me for directions?"

My hand was moving faster again of its own volition and though I knew it I didn't care, as my eyes closed once more and I found myself in front of her. I can hear the sound of flesh slapping flesh and I know it's my own, my wrist pummeling my thigh as I frantically tease my self and my cock in unison.

My hand is holding the necklace, but instead of letting it swing to her lovely throat I push my hand into her open shirt and grasp her full breast. I pull her body to mine with my other arm and crush my lips to her, muffling her protests as I toy with and feel her nipple harden from my attention

My breath is harsh and I open my eyes again, aware that the camera has stopped and Kit is simply standing...watching...and listening.

"What would you do Kit? If that were you and a man like me pulled you into his arms?"

 

[Lady_Kit]

"Thats a beautiful necklace; Baltic amber isn't it?"

Why, yes, it is, it belonged to my grandmother. How did you know?

"Just a hobby. May I take a closer look?"

I leaned forward, letting the large pendant swing away from my breasts, allowing him to examine the necklace up close. The necklace rested in the deep vee of my blouse, hovering above the significant amount of cleavage framed by rust colored silk. I wore the blouse with a short leather skirt, knee boots and black stockings. I thought I looked every inch the trendy photographer.

I'd been there to give a talk on travel photography, just a favor to a friend, but I'd lost the directions to the class room. Van had been an unknown student who helped me find the room I needed.

His hand brushed my skin, an accident I assured myself; nothing more. He was a stranger, just a student who was interested in Baltic amber. He hadn't meant to touch me, not the first time, but what about the second?

I shook my head, bringing myself back to the present. Van sat before me, eyes closed, his hand pistoning up and down on his long shaft. He wanted an answer to his question, but I couldn't say what I'd do. I raised my camera and began snapping photos as rapidly as I could focus.

What would I have done? Perhaps some part of me would have enjoyed it. If he had pulled me into an empty room, kissing me, silencing me with his lips. Pressed me against a desk, bared my breasts to his hands and hungry mouth.

The pace of his stroking increased. Harder now, beating off, groaning a little as he pleasured himself. It was exciting to watch, compelling, and incredibly erotic. His cock was swollen, the veins distinct and dark. The head glistened with his precum, and I watched in fascination as his fingers grazed over the purple-red bulb and drew the slippery fluid down to coat the shaft.

My cunt ached as I watched him, part of me longing to strip off my jeans and impale myself on his manhood, another part thinking of the taste of him, of letting him jack off in my mouth, or squirt cum over my face and breasts. I was fevered with the thought of his orgasm, and determined to capture that moment on film.

Or did he want to push me face down over the desk, and lift my skirt to fuck me. Is that what he wanted to do? Did he want to fuck me Van? Did he want to pound his cock into my pussy until he came? Is that why you're here now?

 

[LongWalkHome]

Van

"Or did he want to push me face down over the desk, and lift my skirt to fuck me. Is that what he wanted to do? Did he want to fuck me Van? Did he want to pound his cock into my pussy until he came? Is that why you're here now?"

The words cut thru the rush of adrenalin like a cold knife, stopped the rush of lust-generated emotion and cooled the hot blood pounding in my ears.

I had found out several things in watching Kit, the knowledge she remembered the chance meeting between us and had perhaps made the connection of whom I spoke of.

"I'm a man, Kit" I admitted, slowly but not stopping the strokes on my cock, but the sharp climb to orgasm that I had felt now stale mated. "Driven by hormones and chemicals I don't understand, yet are reminded of each morning and night, when my body demands I give it the relief it craves."

I turned without her prompt, the lights glaring into my eyes as I focused on where her voice had come from and wished she would step over the facade, but knowing she couldn't.

"A man who can barely control those cravings, but I do. My mind telling me that what I want is wrong, and if possible a scenario that would happen only once, because of the ridiculous stigma's of social position and the problems created when two try to cross them."

I had worked myself into a different rage now, a rage of battle over the idiocies created by our society. It showed in my eyes, my face, my body radiating it as I spoke to the woman I wanted and could not have.

"The woman in my fantasy would know my passion, Kate" I continued, to answer her question. "Clothes would quickly shred, our bodies pressed to each other as I held her and told her the sheer NEED I had for her, how my body wanted and desired hers and how deep inside I wished hers would respond to mine."

Again a pause and I felt rather than saw her body shift, move behind the camera for an unknown reason and I continued boldly.

"I'm not ashamed of my body, Kate. Though I'm not used to showing it I took this chance to be near you, hoping you would understand and accept what I spoke of in your broader experience with people and their differences. Not condone it or forgive, but simply accept. I can feel your own arousal to my words and me and could give into my desires, force myself on you and destroy the thing I worship in you. But I can't, and won't"

An age-old parable of demons fighting angels within a man, neither winning, neither losing but both slowly destroying the other in a savage battle of sanity.

"I came hoping I would find a cure, that with the magical touch of your camera you would capture and remove the demon within me as some cultures believe it would do. But all I've proved is I'm a foolish and naive person, a simple man"

The lust for the moment was gone and for that I was thankful as I bent and recovered my clothes, knowing what an idiot I had been to think this possible.

"Perhaps you should call it the "Demon's Horn" or something to that ilk, Kit" I offered as she one by one turned off the lights and I dressed. For to me it certainly isn't my best friend.

I would dress and leave, knowing my spirit would give into my body and take myself, far, far away from her before the fantasy became a mocking reality and I regretted it.

"I'm sorry I've failed you"

 

[Lady_Kit]

His words touched something deep inside me. I’d felt the same frustrations. Bound by convention and social mores; restricted by what was and was not appropriate behavior. I watched him move from excitement to rage to defeat. I captured his image as he spoke, frame after frame they became more poignant in their intimacy, revealing the struggle between his desire for a woman, and for social acceptance. It was a portrait of human sexuality that we all could relate to; I felt particularly connected.

When he stopped moving I stepped from light to light, turning each one off to let them cool before setting up the next shots. His last statement echoed in the silent studio.

"I'm sorry I've failed you"

I hid behind the final light, knowing he couldn’t see me in the glare of the single spot. I had thought to remain calm about what he said, but his comment about failure was the last straw and I snapped back in an angry voice.

You speak as if you’re the only one who has ever felt this kind of desire. As if you alone are haunted by a face or figure. That isn’t true. We all want things we can’t have, yearn to give into that urge to possess the man or woman who excites us so much. But even you, who should be able to understand, can’t see past what society sees.

You took what I said as a condemnation of a violent act. An assumption of force. What if it was a verbalization of what I had wanted on that day, or some other day? Would you think me perverted? Do you think that only men fantasize of taking what they want? Even here, even now are my fantasizes are more unacceptable than yours? You should be careful about that double standard when you make assumptions about people, Van.

My voice had gone quiet as I stepped from behind the light. Van stood holding his clothing, clearly ready to leave, but I wasn't finished with him. I still had photos to complete. My mood had become dark during our conversation, and I was not ready to be sympathetic to his issues. He’d come to pose, and that’s what he’d do. I might be willing to make the personal choice to suppress that wild desire for someone when it rose, to let my sexual needs suffer, but my work was another matter. When I spoke again it was without the softness that my subjects often appreciated.

I hope you’ve not changed your mind at this point. You did sign a contract and I expect you to fulfill your part. Like it or not, you’re the subject of this shoot, so I suggest you put your things aside while I set for the next series.

My skin was flushed, my eyes flashed blue fire and I was so stimulated that I felt ready to pounce on anything that moved. The muse often took me like this, making me more primal than most people could tolerate. I tried to keep this genie in the bottle, but Vans talk of need and desire had brought out the worst; had certainly brought out an intense sexual attraction.

I didn't wait for his reaction or a response; just turned away to adjust the lights for the final photos. I didn't know what I expected him to do, I suppose that the slamming of the door would not have been a surprise. Whatever happened now it would be up to him.

 

[LongWalkHome]

"You're a brave woman Mz. Duvall." I answered after long moments debating if I should lash out or simply walk away and knowing I would do neither. "Your words have a scalding effect and yet they ring with challenge."

I could debate her statements for hours and perhaps even enjoy it, but as she pointed out so well minutes ago.

"I'll finish what I've agreed to do then leave"

It was what she had asked for in the first place, models of an erotic nature, to let their pictures say it all.

"Tell me where you want me next and I'll do the rest"

Again as she wanted, a man masturbating as if the camera weren't there, only his thoughts and his best freind...I repressed the fury that was building in me and shivered though not cold, knowing I'd let her photograph me and not give a damn.

 

[Lady_Kit]

I felt my shoulders sag in defeat. I'd said the wrong thing, pushed too hard, as I often did. Now, he was nothing more than a subject, the connection was gone and with it, my inspiration.

Never mind Van, I've probably got enough, and you are clearly not interested any longer. You'd be nothing more than an attractive still life at this point.

I'm sorry if I was rude. It wasn't intentional, you just hit one of my buttons.

I smiled, but instead of confidence and sincerity, I only conveyed the sadness I felt at the situation.

You can leave whenever you like. I’ll write a check for the full day. No point in shorting you for my failure.

I busied myself in putting away the cameras and light meters; turning off the remaining lamps and just making the space tidy. Van was silent, god knew what he’d say or do next. I certainly didn’t, so far, I’d completely struck out with the handsome model. Why should things change now.

 

[LongWalkHome]

Van

What could I do I hadn't already screwed up on already?

Getting testy after she told me point blank the truth about me and her own feelings?

"I didn't come here for the money Kit, so skip wasting a check"

I'd just tear it up anyways, I vowed to myself and knowing I had forced this myself, in a stupid attempt to "heal" myself.

Pulling my clothes back on I tugged my boots on, no longer wanting to torture myself by watching her now that the lights were out and I could.

"The day you let me see your grandmothers necklace? I knew I would never hurt you, I could never hurt a woman that cared enough to cherish her grandmothers gift and wear it, yet gladly share it with a stranger"

I wasn't that kind of man. Despite the fantasies I wasn't that MUCH of a man.

The shirt was buttoned and I was once again the proper young man and I slapped my hands against my side, the only act of frustration I could make now that I was back in costume, then moved for the door.

"Good Day and Sweet Dreams, Mz. Duvall."

 

[Lady_Kit]

The door closed with a ring of finality. He was gone and all that remained were several roles of film and a bad taste in Kits mouth. It had all gone wrong somewhere, his fault, her fault, no ones fault at all. It didn't matter. In a way, they'd both gotten what they wanted.

Sweet dreams, Mr. Garrett? I stopped dreaming years ago.

Her own mocking laughter was the only response to her sad satement. As always, there was no one to hear her speak, just an empty studio and other peoples lives captured in black and white.

She gathered the rolls of exposed film and walked to the dark room to see if there was anything worth keeping. Perhaps something could be salvaged for the show.

I think that instead of "Mans Best Friend" I'll call this series, "Desire Unrequited."

The door to the dark room closed and the studio was silent.

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OOC: Act 2 concludes

LWH, thank you for your participation. It would seem that in fatasy, as in life, things don't always go as we plan. *soft smile*

Next up, a Greek Fantasy! If the selected models would call in to Miss Duvall, we can get started.

 

[prometheus 2]

Michael

The voice on the phone said for him to meet her at a museum up town. He pondered the reason to be shooting there and decided that it could be a period piece. The lady was doing black and white stills. For a magazine maybe? No matter, Micheal needed the money his payment was due on his corvette and the kitchen cuboards in his apartment were all but empty. He headed down fifth and turned the corner shifting down into second. Sure would hate to have to sell this car.

He had a good feeling about this one though, she had said that he was just what she was looking for when they talked and though she didnt't go into details he could tell by her voice she was excited. She had told him there would be another model working with him but again no details, only that it was a woman. Micheals ears had perked up when he heard that, maybe it would be an opportunity to meet someone new. Dating was dificult in the city not to much available, and what was, left a lot to be desired. If she was a model no doubt she'd be attractive at least, he just hoped she wouldn't be hung up on herself, those types were hard to work with. From the parking ramp he took the elevator and rang the buzzer. Closed for private showing the sign said Micheal smiled. Just for me ?

 

[SecretDesires]

Regina

Regina, Ginny as her friends called her bit her lip as she hung up the phone. She couldn't believe she had gotten the job. She had thought she had messed up the whole thing during the interview she had been so nervous. Ginny hadn't been modeling for long and it was actually a friend who had gotten her into it telling her that her natural slimness, long red hair and deep green eyes would be perfect for the camera.

Coming from a small town Ginny had not really thought about getting into the modeling business. It was a place where you grew up, got a job, retired and never ventured away from home. Everyone knew everyone and there were no secrets. Then her best friend decided to move and get a job in the 'big city' and months later invited Ginny to join her. The minute she arrived she was hooked and she never went back again.

The only problem was to live you had to have money and the only one she knew was Carol, her friend. It was she who introduced Ginny to modeling but so far she had only done a few things such as calenders, small magazine ads, etc. This would be a big break for her if everything went okay and she was determined to make it go perfect.

Dressing, she was wondering what kind of photos would be taken in a museum. The photographer had said it was a greek period shoot. That should be interesting. She might even have a little fun from this. There was a man who was supposed to be modeling with her and that made her just a little nervous. She still wasn't used to the men in the city. They were very different from those in her town. More aggressive and forward. It made her a bit nervous but she was determined not to let that ruin her chance. Hopefully he wouldn't be rude and demanding and everything would go smoothly.


She dressed in a simple black dress with shoes with small heels. She was a tall woman and didn't want to appear abnormally so. Grabbing her coat, she headed for her car and headed toward the museum.

Upon going up in the elevator she noticed the sign that said this section of the museum was closed for a photo shoot. The photographer must have alot of pull. It was beginning to look like a good start to her career. She noticed a man standing there and ringing the buzzer and wondered if it was her modeling partner.

Approaching him she cleared her throat to let him know she was there. When he turned she gave him a smile and noticed that he was very good looking. Of course, he was a model, they were supposed to be good looking.

"Hello," She said,"Are you here for the photo shoot too?"

 

[Lady_Kit]

David, I can’t tell you how I appreciate the use of the statue gallery for my shoot. Of course I did promise you dinner next week, and maybe then you’ll give me a chance to show you?

“Ah, Kit you know I’d do anything for you! Besides, I’m sure that you’ll provide the museum with some wonderful shots for their catalog. They’ll be happy, you’ll be happy, and that will ultimately make me the luckiest damn man in the city.”

David Martins’ laughter through the phone was light and easy, and came from a man who believed that in this bargain he’d come out the winner. Funny, I felt the same way. I’d add a museum catalog to my credits, have a gallery closed for my private use, and get dinner and a Class A fuck from David. Sometimes, things just went well.

We’re both going to get even luckier David, but only if I get my butt into gear. The models should be arriving any minute. Call me when you get back and we’ll get together. Bye!

Without another thought I hit the end button on the cell phone, and dropped it into my shoulder bag. I was nearly at the doors to the reserved gallery. Up ahead I could see the pedestal signs announcing the closure. Beyond the signs I could see two people that I sincerely hoped were my models.

Regina? Michael? I’m Kit Duvall. Welcome to the gallery! Come on inside and I’ll tell you about the shoot.

I laid out the outline for the shoot for the models. We’d start with a young woman gazing at the nude Greek statues on display. She’d pay particular attention to the genitals, occasionally stroking them as she moved from one to the next. On the far end of the gallery a man observes her and realizes that they may share the same fantasy about the beautiful bodies on display. He encourages her to feel the marble forms against her skin; he does the same. I get lots of photos of the models nude bodies next to the nude statues.

Now, for the biggie…I’d like to include sexual acts around the statues. Do either of you have a problem with that? If so, speak up now.

 

[SecretDesires]

Ginny listened intently to the photographer's instructions, trying not to show the slight tinge of red on her neck. She had never done anything like this. The closest she had come to erotic pictures were some for a calendar with her in a very skimpy bikini that left little to the imagination. She wondered what the folks at home would think of her doing a shoot like this. Then she wondered what they would think if she didn't live up to the dream she had been bragging to them about. It hadn't been as marvelous as she had led them on to believe but she didn't want them to think she was a failure at this and insist she come home.

Glancing over at the statues and then at the man beside her she made her decision. She knew this woman who had hired her for the job thought she could do it and could, in fact, make her career into what she had been telling her folks about. Not that she ever wanted them to see the photos that might come out of this but still if she turned this down she could be stuck as a calendar model never going anywhere.

Nodding her assent she said,"Yes, I understand and I am willing to do it if...Michael, wasn't it?...is. Is what we are dressed in okay or do you have something you want us to change into for the first of the shoot?"

 

[prometheus 2]

"Hello are you here for the shoot too?"

I heard her say, as I surveyed her slim attractive figure and her long auburn hair. I hardly had a chance answer her before our employer bustled up, very business like but friendly and introduced herself. She hurried us inside and explained the proceedure, how we were to use the statues for props and it all seemed too easy until she added at the end that she wanted us to engage in sexual acts around the statues.

I watched my partner to be as Ms Duval finished waiting for our answer and knew she was feeling a bit unconfortable. Perhaps this was her first experience Myself I had done porno pictures before, it was no big deal I knew if I took my time with her we would do alright I could see in her eyes that she had the determination to try something new.

Yes I'm willing to do it, that is if.. Michael is it? is...
I heard he say her voice, trying to be positive self assured.

I stepped towards her smiling, "Yes, it is Michael and you're Ginny, right? I think we'll enjoy working together." I held out my hand and gave hers a gentle squeeze.

"Ms Duval, It's a pleasure to meet you and I'm looking forward to fulfilling your expectations."
I knew this was no ordinary fuck photo shoot this Lady had class. Whatever her reason for making such a request didn't matter to me I had a sense of knowing what she wanted and felt sure that I could comply with her wishes whatever they were.

 

[Lady_Kit]

I was relieved that the biggest hurdle was now past me. It wasn't easy to convince people to be photographed in the nude, and then to ask them to have sex while I do it, well, it was asking alot. I grinned at their response, happy that they both wouldn't be backing out or turning pious on me.

I'm glad you're both willing. I want you to understand, this isn't for some skin rag, or anything like that, it really is serious erotic art. The trouble is, it all sounds so trite when you describe a shoot like this. No matter how you stage it, most people just see naked bodies and sex.

There is no wardrobe, you'll just wear what you have on to start. Genny, you look great just as you are; very Audry Hepburnish and terriffic for a visit to the museum. We may even get away with the makeup you've done. Honestly, you're perfect, so don't worry.

She blushed prettily at my words, and I was glad that they'd pleased her. She was everything I'd hoped for, young, lovely and innocently sensual. It was a great combination. I could only imagine what was concealed beneath the smart black dress, but that was enough to make me hum with excitment. I was sure that her body would be fantastic.

She would be a perfect foil for Michael. He was trim and sexy, too damn hansome for his own good, or anyone elses, but still seemed honest and likable nonethe less. He looked like the kind of man that would know just how to exploit innocent desire, and that quality would add alot to the finished product of the shoot. He also made me think that he was like the kind of man that a girl could take home for a session friendly guiltless sex. I liked the look.

If we're all agreed about the subject matter and the lack of costuming, then all I need are your signatures on some standard contracts and we can get started.

While they read over the terms of the contract, and the fee they'd receive at the end of the shoot I started turing on lights and marking out the positions for the first few shots. I'd be working with several cameras and had remote controls available so that I could take shots from different angles at the same time. It was a new technique for me and I was hopeful that I'd get something exciting as a result. If the tingling sensation in my body was any indication, the whole experience was going to be something special.

One last thing, if I'm going to see you both nude, we'd better be on a first name basis. Please, won't you both call me Kit?

 

[SecretDesires]

Ginny read over the contract and then signed. There was just a moments hesitation before she put pen to paper but, in the end, her decision to do this stood.

Handing the papers back to the photographer she said,"All done...Kit. Whenever you two are ready I am." She hoped her words turned out to be true. She would hate to disappoint this woman after she had gone through all this trouble and Ginny was very grateful for the job. She also suspected that the museum wouldn't be too willing to close off it's Greek statuary room again if this fell through and she felt a need to prove to Kit that she could do this. She wanted to prove it to herself as well.

Looking around the set up she took note of the marks Kit had made to indicate where they were to move in the shoot. "Where do you want to begin the shoot?" She said feeling the familiar butterflies in her stomach she always got before she began a session. The only difference between now and the other times was that she felt like there were more butterflies than ever.

Glancing over at Michael she wondered just what lay beneath that handsome demenor. He acted like a pro at this game, charming, self assertive and confident. She was in the midst of two professionals there was no doubt about that. She only hoped she was up to this.

 

[prometheus 2]

Michael

"Kit," I said softly the pleasure is all mine I take her hand and then look around at the stage that she has arranged for our session.

"The set is lovely. I understand perfectly, it's all so very erotic, and it doesn't matter how it looks to most people, the ones we want to appeal to are the ones who appreciate the body as a work of art and the sexual act as an expression of it."
I'm anxious to get started. I sign the papers and slowly make my way around the set to get a feel for it.

I am genuinely impressed, very professional yet casual, the way the statues are arranged. The wall hangings and ornate pictures on the walls accompanied by soft lighting add a warm sensiousness to the scene. Along with a fountain and the sound of running water and the smell of incense in the air excites me and I can't help expressing my delight.

" You've thought of everything Kit, why, it's fantastic, isn't it Ginny?" I pick up a grape form the bowl of fruit that is part of the set and pop it into mouth, slowly rolling it around, savoring the soft texture and sweet taste.

"Lets get to work " I say brightly coming back to the first mark in front of a replica of the famous Venus De Milo next to Michelangeos David.

"You go first, Ginny,.... I will be the persuer... at least to start with." I add, giving her a wink.

 

[SecretDesires]

Ginny nodded in answer to Michael's question. She had been following him with her eyes as he traveled the set. Turning to Kit, she smiled.

"It is a wonderful setting, Miss...Kit," She said softly,"I don't think many people would see a museum as an erotic type of place. You have a very creative mind."

Blushing at Michael's comment about being the pursuer for now she stepped up to the first mark and took her first good look at the statue before her. Like most greek statues it was of a nude figure, the details chiseled there were very accurate. Stretching out a hand she caressed the cold marble breifly to get a feel for it and then turned to Kit, letting her hand drop the cool feel of it still making her fingers tingle.

"Anytime you are ready," She said softly looking over to Michael as well.

 

[Lady_Kit]

The scene was set, my models were in place. Now, the mood.

Ok Ginny. I just want you to wander through the gallery looking at the statues. Touch them as you pass, stroke them, treat them as if they were your ideal man, the one you want to touch in the flesh.

Michael, you observe; pace her, touch the statues as if they were Ginny. We'll stay dressed for this first series.

"We" christ where did that come from? I turned to the setup table and picked up my first camera for the night. Hopefully, no one noticed my slip. The masculine cough and a shocked female giggle said that, all hope was lost.

"Well, Kit, I can only speak for myself, but I wouldn't object. Besides, it'd give a nude photo shoot a whole new meaning.

Michaels comment held both challenge and amusement, and he gave me a sexy smile when I looked in his direction, but made no further comment, at least for the moment.

I'm sure you would be fine with it Michael, but not only is it unnecessary, I'm sure that Ginny would feel a little differently about a nude photographer.

"Oh No, that would be fine...um, well, I uhh," Ginny said quickly. Then blushed at the implications. "What I mean is; whatever you decide is fine with me Kit."

Ginnys comment seemed a nervous reaction, but to what I wasn't sure.

This is ridiculous, I'm not taking off my clothes for this. I am the photographer. I use the camera and wear clothes. You are models. You look sexy & beautiful, and occasionally to enhance that you remove your clothes. But now is not the time, so please get in place so we can begin.

My head had begun to ache. I was tense about this shoot, must be the residual emotion from Van. I shuddered, that had been a bad scene, but the photographs were magic. A part of me hoped he come to the gallery opening. A quick shake of my head cleared away the cobwebs and I was ready to roll.

 

[SecretDesires]

Kit's statement about models seemed to be so logical that it made Ginny wonder what she had been worrying about. Still, when she looked back at Michael butterflies seemed to flutter in her stomach again.

Okay, Gin, you can do this She said to herself taking a deep breath and trying to clear her mind of everything but the idea that she was a model and this was a very natural shoot. She stifled a giggle as she thought about how very natural it was and finding humor in the situation seemed to help.

Straightening her face she looked at the statue before her once again and went over Kit's instructions in her head. What was the perfect male image for her? Ginny guessed she had never thought of it before. All the boys/men in her little town had been people she had known for years and she didn't really see them as her ideal kind of guy.

Not that she had not dated or anything. She was not a virgin by any means but the men she had been with in that way were few and far between and none of them measured up to being the perfect man.

Raising her hand to stroke the marble before her, hesitatingly at firs, she tried to picture the man of her dreams. Tall, reasonably good looking, she supposed. Intelligent. Ginny was an avid reader and her ideal man would have to be able to talk to her about books and other things. And romantic...definately romantic. Flowers and candlelight would not be too much to ask of him.

Without realizing it Ginny was running her hand down the statue almost absentmindedly as if in a dream as those thoughts ran through her mind. She stroked it as she tried to picture the man she might one day fall in love with her movements turning from hesitant and a bit jerky to smooth and almost dreamy as she moved on to the next statue.

The statue before her was well formed, the chest showing strong chest and back muscles. Reaching up she ran a finger over the chest and ribs of the marble statue and thought if her dream man would have to be well muscled. A smile appeared on her face as she decided that that would be low on the list of priorities. She wouldn't want to go with someone who didn't take care of themselves but intelligence would definately be more important.

Her hand slid lower, over the hips and down to the correctly formed gentitals. She reached out with one finger, hesitated and looked around almost as if she had forgotten that she was in a photo shoot and expected someone to spot her getting too fresh with the statuary. A slight blush crept up the back of her neck before she remembered that this was what she was supposed to be doing. Smiling at her moment of foolishness, she lightly touched the area before moving around the statue, her finger trailing along the cold marble.

Standing back she gazed at the back of the statue. Rippling back muscles tapered down to well formed ass cheeks. Putting a finger on her chin she thought for a moment. Yes, she would definately like her dream man to have a nice ass. He should look good in jeans. She had always thought a man in a well fitting pair of jeans was sexy.

Laughing softly, she ran a hand over the smooth, chiseled globes, nodding her head almost to herself. If this statue came to life right now and she could convince him to dress in jeans and an open necked shirt she just might go for the greek image.

She let her hand trail back down to her side, lost in the thought of exactly what kind of man she would want to spend her life with. Forgetting for the moment that a camera was trained on her as she went to the next statue and stood before it.

Slowly a picture was forming in her mind of a man. Dark hair and eyes of...what? Green? Blue? Hazel? Maybe the eye color didn't matter. She reached up and carressed a cheek of the statue with her fingertips. A well defined jaw was always attractive. Her fingertips ran over the lips and she decided that she liked the porportions there. It went well with the nose. Neither were to big or small. Yes, her dream man would have ones similar to this.

Letting her hand run down the length of the statue, she could see the man forming in her mind. A stomach that didn't cry out 'beer belly' but not one that one would see on a muscle contest.

Lower still her hand traveled as she pictured her man with legs strong and sensual. Maybe a runner. They tended to have nice legs. Ones that didn't have too much muscle but what was there was nice to see.

She swept her gaze back up, looking more into the statue's face as she tried to bring the vision into focus. And, almost without thinking, she began to run a fingertip along the gentital areas her mind focusing to the lovers she had had before. None were extremely gifted in that area. What would her dream man be like there? Did it matter?

Her finger traced over and around as she closed her eyes, imagining what it would be like to be held in her lover's arms as they lay together making love. For now where she was and the fact that Kit was standing there taking photos, that Michael was in the room probably watching her, was forgotten as she became lost in her thoughts and new dreams.

 

[prometheus 2]

Michael

I marveled at how well Ginny was getting into the scene. After her first step which seemed a little uncertain she began moving with ease and certainty. There was nothing artifical about the way she looked at and touched the statues creating a sense of witsfull longing. She was projected an unpretensiousness as if it came straight from her heart. She caught me looking at her and I gave her a wink to let her know that she was doing great, and then realizing that I shouldn't be distracting her looked around to see where my route would take me. Interspaced and off set form the male figures the female statues allowed for Kit to shoot both scenes if I were to choose to start out before ginny finsished. further down the line the statues formed a circle so that they met at the far end of the room male coming from one direction meeting female from the other. At the connecting point there were three combination of male and female statues joined on the same pedestal, the last one being of the two figures locked in a sexual embrace. I guessed that this was the point where we were supposed to meet.

I chuckled at the sight of several smaller statues intersperced amoung the rest. Cherubs, winged well rounded, full figured and amply endowed male and female minitures. I wondered what Ginny would do when she approached one of them. I knew exactly what i would be doing.

The first statue on my path was a replica of Venus de Milo.This one complete with arms reached out to me as if she were welcoming me into her embrace. Her head tilted slightly upward, her arms spread apart her one leg slightly ahead and in front of the other to conceal part of her rounded mound. a shy innocent look in her eyes.

Looking at Kit I saw her give me the nod to start not wanting to disturb Ginnys concentration. I nodded back and began my delightful journey.

As I approached the statue I found myself looking down at her directly into her eyes. Absorbed in that look of shy innocence, I raised my hand to thread my fingers across hers and down her arm feeling the gentle curves as I moved toward her shoulder and around behind her bare neck. Her hair was drawn up in a chignon braided loosely and tied at the back of her head. My other hand enclosed hers by her side and I held her for a moment before bending forward and touching my lips to hers in a gentle kiss. backing away I let my upper hand trace a path from her chin down her throat and between her breasts For some reason I couldn't bring myself to touch her breasts directly but instead circled around the bottoms of each one before dropping my hand to my side. I was so in awe of her natural innocent beauty that I found myself unable to tarnish her with a more intimate touch. Humbled I gently kissed the back of her hand and moved on.

 

[Lady_Kit]

I had chills. The movement of the models was so right, so perfect for what I had in mind! Oh God, it was going too well...did I load the cameras? Was the lighting right? A million and one possible catastrophes rushed through my brain; then were gone. No, old girl, I thought, this is going to work, its all coming together. Pleasure and anticipation brought a smile. I knew we were casting beautiful images onto the film inside the cameras.

Ginny was so lovely, so charmingly innocent in her contemplation of the statues, her hesitant touches, the small shy smile; all were seductive in their purity. Only men made of stone could possibly resist the sweet sensuality of her touch; only cold marble could remain unaffected by the innocent promise of her body.

God knew that one lone female photographer couldn't remain unaffected. My grin was part pleasure part pain. It was good to have a chance to see such beauty, but painful to know that all I'd get to do was look. Maybe it wasn't even real. Was this an act, or was she really that pure? Her earlier blush made me believe that she was exactly as she appeared. It would be interesting to see how she reacted to Michael in the next series of shots.

Michael; now there was a devil in the guise of an angel. He’d given a cheeky grin before slipping into character and moving to pace Ginny around the room. I hadn’t expected him to be a leering pig, he seemed above that kind of behavior, but the sensitivity he put into each movement was a little surprising. When he touched the statue of Venus, my skin warmed a degree or two. The thought of a lover whose caress was as tender on my skin as was his touch on cold stone was something I didn’t think too much about lately. At least not in the daylight. Those thoughts were saved for the long hours of darkness and a lonely bed.

That’s great, both of you. You’re doing exactly what I’d hoped for. Now, keep moving toward the end of the room until you meet at the large grouping.

They both nodded to acknowledge they’d understood. I could hear shutters snap from various positions in the room, but I was feeling frustrated at the lack of control the remotes gave me. I moved closer to Ginny, just in time to capture one finely boned hand in the midst of the intimate caress of a well-endowed Greek god. She seemed fascinated by the size, and I had to admit, it was quite impressive and probably due a certain amount of special attention. I clicked off several shots of her hand stroking and teasing the swollen marble cock belonging to the statue.

“Do you suppose the model really looked like that, or was that just the sculptor taking artistic license?”

Her question was unexpected; offered in the same tone she might have used if we were discussing the potential of an unknown man in a bar. I could recall many such conversations had with friends over the years and answered in the same vein.

I’d like to think it was the real thing, but if so, then they really don’t make ‘em like that anymore. At least I’ve never seen one so, um…above average.

I couldn’t tell if Michael was listening or not. If he hadn’t heard then he must have wondered at our speculative look when Ginny and I turned in his direction. The giggles that followed would have been a complete mystery. If he heard, well, a man with his brand of sex appeal probably caught the eyes of many women. I didn’t know about Ginny, but I was looking forward to seeing the male model without his clothing. Purely artistic, I told myself, purely in the name of art.

Right, just about the work Kit, has nothing to do with the fact that the man is simply “yummy.” Has nothing to do with that at all. I cast a quick look at Ginny and wondered what her proper little dress hid. Just planning the shots. I told myself repeatedly as my body tightened in response to the mental images of the two models in the nude.

 

[SecretDesires]

OOC: Sorry, guys, work has had me going every which way but loose and I missed posting in this thread.

IC: Kit's answer to her question and the laughter that followed put Ginny even more at ease and she was smiling as she paced Michael to the last grouping of statues, her hands trailing along stone muscle and senew her eyes picking out details and wondering what the real model for them really were like.

She was almost to the last grouping and she caught sight of Michael approaching as well. This was the moment of truth. Do or die.

Come on, Silly She chided herself Stop making such a big deal about it. It's not like you are losing your virginity.

Then another thought came to her as if the old cliche of a devil and angel on her shoulders were true.

It's not like you have ever done anything like this in front of a camera, either The second voice sounded off.

There was just a momentary hesitation to her step on that thought but she could hear Kit's verbal approval and knew that she was doing fine. Michael seemed nice enough and, if anything went wrong, Kit could call a halt to the shoot and straighten it out.

With that thought she was at the last grouping, her final step taking her to the side of the male statue entwined with the female on Michael's side. She tried not to look at him as she began to examine the form of the joined lovers. She was not supposed to see him yet. Was not supposed to be aware of anything else but the statues.

Still she caught herself glancing sidelong from lowered lashes at him as he came nearer and her breath caught in her throat. There was no turning back now. This was the point where her life took a tumble and her career took a change. It would remain to see if that change was for better or worse.

 

[prometheus 2]

Michael

I looked aheadand saw Genny already behing the stature of the male entwned with the female on the last pedestal. she had a look of determination on her face between poses where she easliy turned her expression into arousal as her hands carresed. I knew from my experience doing more explicit pictures that her arousal was more than just for show but that she was enjoying the sexual arousal that her ations were producing. Her banter with Kit was refreshing to me also knowing that the naturalness of the scene would add to its ultimate erotic effect.

I moved up quickly so as not to take away from the momentum of the moment, behind the female form and seeing her head bent back in ecstatic pleasure coupled with the male I bent down and gently kissed the statues lips my hands coming around from behind and caressing the nipples as she strainded against her marble mate. I mimiced the expression he had on his face as he arched to fill her his mouth in a tight smile, my body tensed in the same way my muscles strained as his were againts my clothes, pressed to her back.