Romitri Short Stories | ✔ | 18+

Get the Picture, Part 3

I quickly perused the rest of the contract and signed, then followed Dimitri into the spare bedroom, which, much like the rest of Dimitri's apartment - or Dimitri himself - was very big. The room was probably fifteen to twenty feet across with a double-sized mattress to one side. Between the mattress and the wall was a charcoal grey backdrop and all of the bedding on the mattress was either black or a matching grey color. There were several standing lights positioned throughout the room, another backdrop of a deep cornflower blue that was a good contrast to the pale blue of my uniform against a different wall, the privacy screen in the adjacent corner from those two walls, and a sideways television that looked to be about fifty inches plugged into a laptop against a third wall. Dimitri had a camera situated on a tripod in the center of the room, a huge floor fan beside it, and a second camera strapped around his neck.

"Are you ready to get started?" he asked, turning to me.

"If I have to take off my shirt, how about yours comes off, too?" I hated answering a question with a question, but it had been what we had discussed. My nerves hadn't surfaced yet, and I preferred to keep them at bay.

"Very well," he said. He took the camera off of his neck and quickly pulled his t-shirt up over his head by the hem. I just avoided gasping as I watched the shirt come off, just able to avert my eyes before his gaze was back on me again. Dimitri's body was a sculpted masterpiece of rigid muscles with at least a six-pack of abs visible, but despite his tanned skin-tone, no tan lines. He also had one of those deep V's that, combined with the little trail of hair just under his navel, pointed like an arrow to the place I would have to keep my eyes from venturing once his blue jeans came off.

The place I suddenly most wanted my eyes to go.

And my hands. And my tongue.

"Your turn," he said, facing me while he put the camera back over his now-bare neck. I nodded and began unbuttoning my shirt. I could feel the heat from his gaze as I unfastened. "Don't you want to use the privacy screen?" he asked me.

"What's the point? You didn't. Besides, either way, you're going to see me here with the shirt buttoned and then a few seconds later with me unbuttoned. It's not like there's anything between those two points to be hiding it."

Dimitri swallowed thickly. "It's just that ..." he began, "It's just that it's almost like you're undressing for me."

I looked at him, confused, before I finished unbuttoning. "Isn't that exactly what I'm doing?"

The look in Dimitri's eyes was so heated it nearly knocked the wind out of me. His pupils were blown wide and his already-dark eyes were twice as dark as they had appeared moments before. He shook his head as if to clear it and I thought I had heard a slight groan sound come from the back of his throat. "It seems awfully personal," he replied, finally.

"Personal? Kind of like being naked in front of someone?" I winked at him and finished unbuttoning, spreading my shirt wide to reveal my red lace bra.

It was then that I noticed Dimitri's eyes had returned to me and were on my exposed skin and the semi-transparent thin lace material of my bra.

Had it been any other guy - any other situation - I would have said that he was checking me out. As it was, he was definitely studying me.

Despite being the one to initiate it for him and still wearing a bra, I felt more exposed in front of Dimitri now than I had felt when I was completely naked with any of my previous sexual partners.

I knew perfectly well that there weren't a lot of women out there who looked as good in a bra as I did. Even a guy like Dimitri, one who looked at naked women every day as a part of his job, had to appreciate that.