Pulling away, he put me on my feet – though my knees wobbled – and grabbed a loofa and my body wash.
He waggled his eyebrows. “Turn around. I want to clean you up real nice for work.”
I cocked my head to the side. “Come again?”
“You heard me.” He soaped up the loofah as I dutifully turned around.
He slapped my ass hard and scrubbed the loofah over my shoulders and down my back. The soapy warmth, especially when delivered by Michael, felt wonderful.
I looked over my shoulder at him. “Go easy on me. You’ve already worn me out for the day and it isn’t even eight o’clock yet.”
He laughed, the sound low and raspy. “Is that so?”
He leaned in and bit my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine as he slid the loofah to my ass. “Bend over and I’ll really give you something to complain about.”
Michael
“Move a bit more to the right.”
Sadie, nude save for some expertly-applied body paint made to look like a bikini, shifted as instructed and gave her best face to the camera. I took a few more shots, the southern California sun illuminating her skin and giving her a glow.
Her blonde hair flowed in beachy waves over her shoulders as she reclined against the warm sand. I was almost finished with the shoot, but I had to get her photos just right. She wanted to make the cover of the sports magazine this year, having been narrowly beaten by a bustier model the prior year.
“Sit forward a bit and turn your chest toward me. Let’s make the most of the light there.”
“Whatever it takes.” She leaned toward me, her breasts on full display under the paint, the nipples straining to the sky. I moved toward her left, setting up a slightly different shot that highlighted every curve. My assistant moved with me, reflecting the light with a large, silver oval.
She plastered her practiced look of seduction on her face.
“Sadie, I need more from you.” I lowered the camera. “I need you to imagine you’re looking at your lover. A handsome man. The one who will give you everything you ever wanted. And he is about to fuck you, and you desperately want him to. Can you give me that look?”
She smiled, her teeth white and perfect. “I think I can manage.”
Her expression changed, softened, but her eyes remained sharp, focused. It was just what I wanted. I snapped a few more shots, moving around her as her gaze followed me. A few more clicks and we were done.
I stepped back and scrolled through the photos on my screen. I would have put money on one of the shots in the last set; it would make the cover.
“All right, Sadie. We’re done here. Go ahead and get dressed.” I smiled and gave her a small salute as another assistant hurried to her with a towel.
Turning, I walked to the makeshift tent we’d set up along the shore. Once in the shade, I transferred the images from my camera to my laptop. Some of the images had promise, but I wanted to get to the last set. Yes. Her expression was perfect, an enticing smile to match the rest of her. The very last photo was the right one, the light giving her an effervescence that translated perfectly through my lens.
“Anything noteworthy?” The magazine editor sat beneath the tent, filling his face with random bits of food from the craft table.
“I think you’ll find some keepers in here.” I saved the best shots to my hard drive for editing later in my office at home. I loved working with Jess in my lap or peeking over my shoulder. She always had great input on my photos.
“So, we’re done?” The editor asked and brushed coffee cake crumbs from his shirt.
I closed my laptop. “Yes. I’ll have the best shots to you tomorrow.”
“Good. You coming to Rio next week for that shoot?” He stood, his portly belly bulging over his belt. He was over fifty, but flirted with the models like he was my age.
Forcing a smile, I said, “Sorry. I can’t. I’m getting married in two days, then off to our honeymoon in Thailand.”
He coughed and shook his head. “Why would a young man like you be taking the plunge when you’re constantly surrounded with the choicest pussy?”
I stopped packing my camera and stared at him. “My personal life is none of your business, but I can assure you Jess is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m lucky to have her.”
He ran a hand through his thinning hair and looked at me over his sunglasses. “Son, here’s a bit of advice. There is nothing in this world better than strange, and model strange?” He eyed Layla, one of the models, as she cut across the sand next to the tent and lowered his voice. “That’s the best of all. Don’t go fucking it up by getting married.”