"So, have you fucked on the ice?"

Nigel asks it again. Natalya laughs while stretching near the window. “Yes, I have.” Nigel is surprised by this but tries to stifle his reaction. I didn’t think she really would have. Perhaps we’ve found our slut after all. “Now, do tell me the details. Was it cold?” Nigel asks, snapping another photo. “Yes, it was. It was all so sudden and we didn’t put a towel down or anything, just began making out on the ice, then we fell to the ground and rolled around in each others arms. Then we made love . . .” Natalya trails off, smiling while reminiscing about the sex. Nigel captured this moment with a photo. “Now, was shrinkage an issue for the man?” Nigel asked and Natalya laughed. “No, it wasn’t an issue.” She was grinning and raised her right leg up near her head in a stretch. Amazingly flexible, Nigel thought as he zoomed in on her crotch and took a photo. “It was with another girl, not a man.” Natalya explained. Nigel gulped and nearly dropped the camera upon hearing this. “You made love to another woman on the ice?” He asked. Natalya laughed at his shocked reaction. “Yes, it was a teammate. But you mustn’t tell anyone.” Natalya warned. “Of course not.” Nigel brushed it off, while thinking of all the people he’d like to tell about that.

“I’m glad you’re opening up for me.” Nigel said as he put a hand on her shoulder. “Now that I see how you operate, I think I trust you.” Natalya smiled at him. “I’m glad you’re comfortable, but you need to be more uncomfortable.” Nigel said. “Now, take off the clothes you’re wearing.” Natalya looked puzzled. “But this isn’t a nude photoshoot, I was assured by your assistant . . .” Natalya looked for Anne and found her fiddling with a light, but Anne wouldn’t make eye contact. “No, you won’t appear nude in the magazine. Believe me, I shoot women nude all the time but only for my own aesthetic pleasure. And we can publish a few where your naughty bits aren’t on display of course. You know, tasteful stuff.”