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"Ok, so what is your goal here today?" He asks in a calming voice.
"Well I don't know, what do people usually come here for?" She's nervous, he can tell.
"Everyone has their own ideas, their own reasons for being here. But you have some idea or you wouldn't be here right now." He smiles, nice and warm and placating.
"Well my friend told me I should do this, I'm beginning to think I shouldn't have listened to her." She wants to leave.
"And your friend, has she been here before?"
"Yes, that's why she suggested it."
"And it worked for her?" He leans forward, curious.
"From what she told me, yes." Probably in too much detail she thinks.
"But this is out of your comfort zone I take it?" He leans back, fingers steepled together.
"Well yes."
"Don't worry, most aren't comfortable, not at first. Opening yourself up like that can be hard, but in the end it's more rewarding than you think."
"Are you good at this?"
"Well I like to think so, I make a living out of it." He laughs softly.
"I just have a hard time trusting." There's really only one person she trusts.
"Don't worry, everything stays between us."
"It's just……."
"Oh I get it." You'd think he'd be mad, but he just smiles. "My wife actually handles all the processing. Don't worry, she's discreet. There's a waiver and everything, see." He reaches out, paper in hand. "Does that suit you?"
"I...I think so."
"Now Quinn, is this about your fantasy or hers?"
"Oh hers, definitely." She nods, perhaps too enthusiastically.
"And have you brought everything you need or…" He trails off, waiting for her answer.
"No, I have everything." Excitement is slowly racing through her veins.
"Ok, you can change in there." He points to a door along the far wall. "Just come out when you're ready." She hesitates a moment but goes through the door. It takes several minutes of pep talk before she changes into the other clothes, hair getting pulled up into a tight ponytail.
"So were you the popular cheerleader in school?" He asks as she walks out decked out in a cheer uniform, white and red, just like high school.
"Umm yeah, head cheerleader actually." She takes a deep breath and channels that dormant personality, feeling the confidence flair inside. "I was one of the best." She smirks.
"And who you're doing this for, were they popular too?" He leads her over to a set of bookshelves mimicking a library.
"Oh no. She was the complete opposite actually." She grimaces a little at the memory.
"Is that where you two met?" He stands her next to a shelf, another is positioned behind her.
"Yeah, but we weren't exactly friends." She leans against the side of the shelf as he adjusts the camera and the lighting.
"So, not high school sweethearts then?"
"No, far from it." She laughs.
"Ok, give me some sexy poses." She does her thing, bent over, ass out a few other poses. "Do you want to try with your top off?" She smirks at that, because, yeah that's definitely gonna look good. Her top comes off, showing the red lacy bra underneath. "So, when did you get together then?"
"Not until sophomore year of college. We had to get over ourselves." She laughs at the memory.
"Ok, let's do a few more like this." She poses more suggestively, groping at herself in several pictures. "And how'd it happen?"
"My friend, she basically told us to stop being asses and made us go out on a date. Best thing that ever happened to me." She smiles wistfully.
"Ok, so do you want to stick to this theme or do you want to move on to the next part?" She thinks for a moment.
"Let's get the others." She follows him to the next area where a bed is set up.
"You get however comfortable you want, I'm going to just set up." She only has to think a moment as she takes everything but the bra and underwear off.
"Are you going to pose me?"
"Yes, do you mind? I won't touch, I just need the right angles." She nods her assent as he begins his work. "How long have you been together?"
"It will be 4 years tomorrow." It all takes well over an hour and when they're done she's sure it's going to be amazing.
"How much can I pay you to get these done by tomorrow?"
"Upfront, 200."
"Done." Tomorrow is going to be a good day.
"Trust me, she will love this album. There will be a mixture of color and black and white photos. And uh, if she wants to reciprocate, she'll get a discount." He winks.
"I'm kind of hoping she will now." She grins. "Thank you so much." Yes, tomorrow is definitely going to be a good day.