When up-and-coming model Isabelle meets talented but jaded photographer Milo, sparks fly despite their age difference. Their romance becomes the talk of the New York City fashion scene, fueling rumors and speculation about their scandalous affair. A...
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She had the urge to do something shocking. She didn't want to admit it, but she needed to, to reclaim her own power.
She did something she didn't think she would, but she did it anyway.
There was a photographer that some of the girls worked with, and he was known to do risky - though tasteful - shots. He had approached her before, but she always declined him. She felt that it would be too much of a risk that early in her career.
But all of a sudden, she felt that she had nothing to lose.
She would not be tied down by anyone.
So instead she called Jake.
He picked up after the first rind.
"Heeey," he drawled out "I did not expect to hear from you. What's up?"
"Those shots yesterday, do you think we got them?"
A moment of silence, "I think you're a talented girl, Isabelle. Sure we got them."
"I don't think so," she said curtly. "I want to do a reshoot."
She could hear the gears turning in his head. Before he could say anything she added:
"At your studio."
Jake chuckled, "and does Milo...know?"
"He doesn't need to," Isabelle replied flatly.
He exhaled for a long time.
"Okay, can you come within the next half hour?"
"I'll be there," Isabelle hung up the phone and started packing her bag resolutely.
When she showed up, it was just Jake, no more crew. He looked at her quizically and then turned around motioning for her to follow him.
"You're lucky, everything is still set up from yesterday." He was adjusting the lights.
Isabelle nodded, "I'll go get changed," she said quickly, not leaving her any time or room to regret her decision by coming here.
After about 30 minutes, she said, "I want to try something different...I need new Polaroids, do you have one?"
"I do," Jake smiled but his eyes said 'what kind of game are you playing?'
"Good, can you go get it?" Isabelle was surprised even herself. How's that for shy? "I'll change into my bikini."
"Full of surpurses, aren't you?" Jake padded across the sutido, barefoot.
When they met up again in a few minutes, Isabelle's skin was freezing cold, and she almost hated herself for doing this. But another part of her wanted to see how far this would go.
She had zero interest in Jake, none. But it was a kind of revenge for her.
Milo didn't even know what he did wrong, and it hurt her a little bit, but it's been almost 24 hours of no contact with him intentionally. She felt she needed to do this, before going deeper down the rabbit hole. But she may have lost whre the rabbit hole starts and ends.
After a couple of shots, Jake got this funny look in her eye, and he came up to her slowly keeping his eyes on hers.
All of a sudden, his fly was open and he pulled out his dick almost out of nowhere.
Isabelle's eyes widend in danger.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"Come on", he said, coming closer to her, "isn't this what you came for?" Jake had one hand on his memebr and one on the camera.
Isabelle wanted to run but she was frozen. She thought she would throw up. Where was Milo to save her now? What was she doing here?
It was suddenly like she woke up.
"I'm not some kind of slut you all can parade around!" She yelled, and as he got closer, she turned around and ran to get her stuff.
"Stay the fuck away from me," she quickly threw some clothes over her bikini, and grabbed her bag.
She didn't even have time to register where she was gong, but somehow the angels that guided her were able to get her out the door and into the street.
It was late afternoon, and she ran for what seemed like at least a mile.
