Her Male Model

Naked and Afraid

Coals POV

Take off your sweatpants. 

Fear races through my veins. I knew this was coming. I signed up for this. And yet...

"Hello?" The photographer waves her hand in front of my face, a perfect eyebrow raised. "We have some very expensive photos to take, do we not?" 

"We do," I say, quietly.

"Good. Then let's get to it." I nod at her, raising my hands to the waistband of my sweats. Before I drop them though, I quickly glance around the room. From the looks of it, the four workers are gone. 

"The staff was not required for this portion of the shoot." The photographer says, suddenly quite close to my face. I look at her, startled. Being this close to her is unsettling, to say the least. This close to her, I can see the details of her unblemished face and shiny hair. Her perfume is soft, but fragrant now that she is near me. It smells sensual and deep, though I cannot place the scent. Even now, I know that smell will be following me into my dreams tonight. 

"Take them off." She says. I stare at her with wide eyes, but find I cannot refuse her. I slip off my sweats, stepping out of them immediately. She smiles widely.

"Good." She says, then backs up a couple of steps from me. The minute she is out of my immediate vicinity, I gulp in a breath of air. Holy shit, what just happened? Suddenly, I am not sure if the staff leaving was a good thing. I mean, now I don't have an audience for my humiliation...however, now I am alone with her. And there is no telling what she will do. 

The woman steps away for a moment to grab something for her camera, and then she comes back. 

"Are you ready?" She asks me, her gaze raking over my near-naked form. I nod.

"The client wants 40 photos total: 30 photos of you in various pairs of lingerie and 10 photos of you nude. Do you still accept the deal laid out?" The photographer says, her eyes boring into mine. I can't breathe.

"Yes. I agree."

The photographer's smile widens even further if that's possible. She raises her camera so as to shoot her first photo, but I stop her.

"Am I to know what this 'client' intends to use these photos for?" I ask, my voice carrying loudly in the small room. The woman slowly puts down her camera, her eyebrow raised at me once again.

"I am not supposed to disclose sensitive information regarding the client." I nod, scratching the back of my neck. It was a stupid question anyway. Knowing what the photos will be used for will not lessen my embarrassment over the matter.  I really should not have said yes to this shoot.

"However, if you must know, I believe the client intends to hang the photos in one of her many, many rooms. Rich people enjoy nude art more than most...or so I've been told."

My gaze snaps to the photographer.

"Her. The client is a woman?" I ask, my eyes widening a fraction. I had assumed the client was a man. I suppose that the client being a woman makes sense though. Females are such unapologetic perverts. 

"I've said too much. Now, are you ready or not?" 

I sigh, but nod. This is it. The beginning of the end for me. 

"My instructions for this shoot were simple." The photographer says, walking a couple of paces closer to me. My breathing picks up once again. Her dominance is truly something else if I can feel it mere feet away from her. "The client wants you to look submissive, but not feminine. Do you know the difference?" The woman asks, snapping a photo of me.