The Concept

The after-shoot

Greta'd made herself busy, taking film out of camera's and the like, trying not to intrude on their intimacy. She looked up when she heard Christine call her name and say "Come over here," while wiping her cheeks with her palm and sniffling. She made her way over to them uneasily and sat across from them on the big armchair.

"I didn't want to do this to you, but Mr Fleetwood had me sign a contract before telling me the concept, i never imagined anything like this would happen, i'm so sorry." Greta explained sincerely.

"Don't be," Christine said "it's not your fault, you didn't make us do anything."
She took Stevie's hand in hers and a naughty glint shone in her eyes
"We were the ones that couldn't resist." She added and Stevie blushed.

"I feel bad for putting you in that situation, I thought he'd be wrong, that you were both just warm when he saw you sleeping in Stevie's bed or something like that, I never planned on what would happen if he was right." Greta said and she meant it "Look, i own these pictures, not Mick, not the record company, i'll give them all to you and you can do with them what you want."

"You'd do that for us?" Stevie asked, more than a little shocked.
"Of course i will, i've only been hired to do the shoot, the photos are mine until i sell the ones that the band wants to you, but if you don't want anyone to even see these, they're yours, i won't keep any negatives, or copies, or polaroids, it's the least i can do." Greta replied.
"That's really a very like, stand up thing to do." Stevie said and got up to hug a pretty surprised Greta. "Thank you." She whispered.

"How about some wine?" Greta asked thinking they could all definitely use some and they both nodded yes quickly. She went into the dining room first and told her team it was a wrap since half the band had stormed out. The team all left pretty hastily, having heard Mick and Stevie's earlier exchange. Greta then went into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of the german wine that had been on the list of requests by the band, and three glasses.

When she got back to living room, Christine and Stevie were curled up on the couch exchanging soft kisses in front of the fire and Greta couldn't help but smile to herself at how sweet they were together. This of course made her feel even worse about what she'd orchestrated not even an hour earlier. She sat down quietly and filled the glasses. They all took sips and relaxed immensely.

"So how exactly did you know that would work," Christine asked after a little while, fingers tracing circles on Stevie's knee.
"I umm, shot a lot of lingerie adds before getting a chance to be a serious photographer and i learnt really quickly how to diffuse and create pretty erotically charged atmosphere's. I spent most of my time keeping the crew at bay but some things came in useful." She said and Christine chuckled, "Well that's paying dues for you."

They all talked and laughed for quite a long time, getting through a few bottles of wine. Greta listened as they told incredibly funny and sad stories and explained how hard sneaking around had been, and they asked Greta about her life and what she was doing with the asshole who ran their record company.

"How artistic has your photography gotten?" Christine inquired and Stevie what have thought nothing of it knowing she had an art degree, if she hadn't saw that naughty glint return to her eye.

"I do some projects just for myself, for self expression you know, but my actual work has been quite unadventurous so far." She said taking a sip of wine.
"I think we could change that," Christine said suppressing a grin as she leaned into Stevie to whisper an idea to her. Stevie's heart raced at Christine's suggestion and she nodded slowly in agreement. Christine stood up and pulled Greta up by the hand as Stevie rose too.

"Fetch all your polaroid camera's." Christine said and Greta did as she was told following them upstairs and into the master bedroom. Stevie lit all the candles in sight and turned down the lights as Christine told Greta what she had in mind.