"So explain this one to me again," Peter said, dialing in the focus on his camera as he tried very, very hard not to notice Natasha stretching out on his set in some very luxurious black lingerie, lots of sheer silk and form-accentuating clothes that made the Black Widow look even more gorgeous than she already did. Look deadly. Peter's thing for redheads wasn't exactly a mystery, but to see the deathly gorgeous and incredibly busty spy spread out in front of him made it very hard to think clearly. Red lipstick and the taming of her hair into luxuriously bouncy waves of red coiling slowly into elegance made her a sight to behold.
"I'm working to establish a cover identity before I go under, and I need to leave some evidence that she exists. My cover is as Natalie Rushman, who among other things has some modeling work under her belt. I thought some work with a real, searchable photographer would help make it seem more believable and easier than having S.H.I.E.L.D. set up a fake studio and everything else that goes into that. And it means a friend gets a nice S.H.I.E.L.D. payday, which I'm sure you don't mind at all."
"This seems to be pretty much all upside from where I'm standing," Peter said with a smirk, continuing to work with the settings to make sure he had everything set just right. "So what are we looking at here? Just some quick shots to fill out a portfolio and make it look like you've got work?"
"We're definitely doing those, but maybe not 'just' those," she said, taking hold of the fake fur she was going to be posing with, giving a quick wink to Peter as she settled down onto the floor. "I've heard how you get while photographing beautiful women." She left the thought dangling there as she got into position. "Remember the poses I sent you references of? I'd like to start with all of those. I've chosen them all to the exact specifications of what I think my mark will like."
"Can do," Peter said, cheeks burning a little bit as he hid his face behind a camera. He was a lot more used to beautiful women maybe kind of hitting on him than he used to be, but Natasha was an absolute bombshell and to see her in front of him so suggestive, cleavagey, and giving little winking comments, made for something that made him feel like a bit of a clueless high school kid all over again. He did his best to ignore all of that and to remain only business, at least for the moment.
Natasha was a pro, and she showed it in a lot of ways before him. She'd sent ahead lots of references photos she wanted to emulate and Peter did his best to walk her through all of them, but she seemed to have the pictures and their sequence committed to memory, posing for it happily, her look turning into the sultry disaffection of a typical model, one too withdrawn in her own hotness to really care about much else. And she did an amazing job at it, as Peter continued taking the pictures and marveling at her ability to take it all on and do everything she had to do to keep up that appearance.
What an appearance it was. Peter was so distractable that it was hard to remember to give her little nudges and pushes here to get her moving around and getting into the positions he needed her in. He was too busy staring at her lovely body splayed out for him, at her lovely cleavage on display and on the stares that seemed so intent and certain of how gorgeous she was. Peter was unable to keep his eyes off of her and to marvel at the whole of her gorgeous body and her luscious looks. She was incredible to behold and Peter felt like including pictures like these on her resume locked down the dead guarantee she was going to make it undercover, whatever it was she was doing.
The telltale swell of his cock hardening in his pants wasn't something Natasha could ignore, as she finished up the poses she'd sent him and purred, "You might want to swap memory cards now." Her hands reached out slowly toward him, smiles widening as she rose up a little bit from the floor. "The one in there is S.H.I.E.L.D. property and I can't let you root around in there to remove the photos meant for your eyes only."
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Girls On Film
RandomWhen Peter takes a racy photo shoot with his girlfriends Mary Jane and Gwen, he finds himself in a new and odd line of work: doing sexy freelance shoots for the beautiful women of the superhero community, and with so many beauties in skimpy lingerie...