Girls On Film

Scarlet Witch - World Rocking

"I need you to promise me that you're going to be open-minded about what I want to do," Wanda said.

Peter laughed. He was so used to insane starts to these photo shoots that he felt like he just had to make some sort of sense prevail here. He'd done so many fucking weird things at this point in these shoots that he lacked any real sense of how to bring reason to the table anymore. He was just along for the ride, whatever that ride may turn out to be. "You can't get any crazier than I've already seen," Peter said, brushing off her playful remarks.

"Don't be so sure of that." Wanda's remarks were cryptic and strange, and Peter wanted to ask what was going on and what she was teasing, but he was sure he'd find out soon enough; no use in getting hung up or losing ground on anything he was doing, right? He just rolled with it and tried to take what was going on to the best of his abilities.

"Look, if you can genuinely surprise me with this, I'll let you know, but I've seen a lot of weird shit the past few months." He was intrigued, but that intrigue felt better positioned as a means to discovery than as a way to doubt her and brush off what she was offering him. Weird as it all fucking was, Peter felt like there was about to be some real surprise coming on the heels of this mess, and he wanted to see it. "Ready when you are."

Wanda wore scarlet lingerie that emphasized her lovely body perfectly, curly brown locks falling about her shoulders, her buxom body looking like an absolute treat, like something that filled Peter with all the right sorts of feelings. He had no idea what this was going to turn into, left in the dark about her intentions and how they would manifest, but he was ready for them, whatever form they took. "Do I look good?" she asked, her voice dipping lower as she steadied herself and began to settle into all the sultry grooves and wants that Peter felt ready to be consumed by.

"You look amazing Can I get some test shots of you first?". He'd done this dance so many times already; he felt prepared to just roll with whatever followed.

"No need, let's just get into it. It'll turn out perfectly, I'm sure." Wanda was certain, and she was the client, so Peter decided to just roll with whatever she wanted to do. He could work it out around that, however he needed to, and was ready to focus solely on Wanda; even if he was going to take great pictures, did she even want to, or was she shooting those flirty looks fully confident this was all a silly excuse anyway? He felt like that was the strongest possibility anyway.

Wanda struck up a pose and Peter started snapping the pictures, ready to work at all the usual joys that he was used to, soaking in the delight of a gorgeous body so perfectly offered to his eyes, a feast he was all too happy to soak in as he started snapping pictures of her gorgeous form. She was so enticing, inspiring within Peter a mess of emotions from the start that he felt ready to lose himself to. She started off simple enough, all the usual butt-out poses and flirty looks, giving her hair a shake and messing it up before staring longingly into the camera, and everything she did oozed sex appeal in ways that made Peter forget about her words altogether. She was too directly, immediately gorgeous for him to be able to think of anything now but how much he wanted her, and he knew the game by now.

There was so much here that looked so good, in fact, that Peter began to slip a bit too deeply into the moment for his own good. He started losing sight of what was important, what he should have been more aware of, the fact that Wanda had the power to bend reality around her if she really wanted to, and oh how she wanted to.

In the instant after Peter took a picture of Wanda cupping her ample chest, the room was suddenly a deep, vibrant red. It cast its colours upon Wanda's skin and cast shadows upon her. Peter looked around in a panic, trying to figure out where the light was coming from, but Wanda's voice echoed, "Focus on me. This is my photo shoot." Her voice echoed into the deepest reaches of his mind, compelling and hot, leaving Peter to stare back toward Wanda again through his camera's viewfinder, losing control over himself in the process. He could feel the panic and the heat, the sudden shot of wrongness that washed over him, but still he snapped, still he documented. He couldn't help it; this was what she wanted from him.