Picture This

All I want is a room with a view

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The light was blinking on the answering machine. Lindsey sat down at his desk, took a another sip of coffee, and pressed play. The woman explained she was interested in marking a gift for her husband. She had been referred to Lindsey by a friend. She sounded a little shy, and not entirely sure if she should be leaving any specific details in a voice message. This was common. Lindsey would learn more after the two of them had talked in person. The important part was she had made the initial effort to contact him. He looked forward to meeting her. She sounded delightful, in a shy and naughty sort of way. She said her name was Stephanie, but she went by Stevie.

Lindsey ran his own business. Years ago he had a few employees, but over the past ten years technology had changed, the market had shrunk, and he was just barely able to make ends meet working by himself. He had started doing photography in a time when family portraits, graduation photos, and Christmas cards had all required a professional photographer with equipment and experience. The mobile digital revolution had all but wiped out his livelihood. He had managed to switch to a digital camera, and bought a small computer for touch ups, but it was too little too late. Society had simply moved on, and had left Lindsey behind.

Then one day he had an unusual request to shoot some "boudoir photos" for a woman who most anyone would have referred to as a trophy wife. She wanted to surprise her husband with large framed photo of herself in lingerie. Lindsey had gone to her house and done the photo shoot in the woman's bedroom. She resembled a Barbie doll, both inside and out, and wanted the most cliché of a pose for the portrait. Lindsey was able to give her exactly what she wanted. The photo was printed out as large as a movie poster, and the woman had it framed in a god awful gold and frilly frame. He had quoted her a slightly lower fee than usual, partly because he didn't want to miss the opportunity to see her wearing next to nothing, and partly because this was somewhat new territory for him. He promised to maintain her confidentiality, and never do anything with the set of pictures he took unless she came back to him in the future and requested more prints. In fact, he had simply put that memory card directly in the safe with the woman's first name only written on it, and then he bought a replacement card for his camera.

This was not a line of work that Lindsey was comfortable advertising in public, but he had asked the woman that if she liked the finished product to please refer him to any of her like minded friends. That had turned out to be the best move he had ever made. Ever since that day a steadily growing collection of women had sought him out for private, sexy photo shoots. His business was doing very well now, and he had chosen not to hire back any help. Instead he kept the service personal, promised complete discretion to his clients, and focused his attention on delivering them the perfect product. This formula had produced a long line of very happy customers and he saw no end in sight.

Lindsey called Stevie back and they talked for half an hour. He explained a variety of options for the photo shoot, carefully easing her into the idea, and tailoring the plan to fit her comfort level. Stevie told him that she was 9 months pregnant, and every time her husband came home he asked her if she just spent her day becoming even more beautiful. This husband clearly adored his wife, and they both were enjoying her pregnancy. Stevie wanted to make a little book documenting her average day at home, and all the things she supposedly does to "become even more beautiful than the day before."

The husband was going to be away on a business trip for a few days, so Lindsey made a plan to go to Stevie's house in the morning, and stay the whole day with her. This was going to be a little more extensive than his usual effort, but Stevie was more that willing to pay him extra for the project.

The next morning Lindsey went to Stevie's house. She opened the door wearing a bathrobe and slippers. The bathrobe barely closed in front around her tummy, and she stood leaning slightly back to maintain her balance.