An unintentional one

Striking a sexy pose on command wasn't as easy as Mao was trying to make it out to be. Not all of us are exhibitionists like she is, okay?! Not all of us strip down just to make clients comfortable! Okay so... So technically I did sort of strip down to an ill-fitting bikini at little more than a request from Miss Doggett earlier. That doesn't give me any kind of insight into what a sexy pose is! I was scared stiff... I couldn't move a muscle.

"Why don't you look at some of the pictures in the studio?" Mao suggested; her voice was patient, but I could hear her foot tapping. "That's sure to get the creative juices flowing. Other juices too, frankly. Oh, I've got it! I'll try some sexy poses for you and if one hits you just right, you copy me! That sounds pretty good, right?"

That... Did sound pretty good. Not because I'm a pervert who wants to see the futa photographer spread her legs or stick her butt into a camera or anything, but just because I needed the guidance. Yes, I could make do with this sort of plan...

Except I couldn't, because she told me to take off my glasses earlier! I could tell she was standing with her legs spread, but I couldn't see a thing past that; it was all a flesh-colored blob! Those spectacles of mine are assigned by prescription; I don't wear them just because they're the latest nerd fashion! The worst part is, I couldn't remember where I put them down. Frantically, I began to feel around the indentation of the alcove; there was a raised part there a bit like a booth's back at a restaurant. I suspected I must have put them down there, somewhere.

"Hey, uh, careful there, Katsumi," the photographer chuckled, in a voice that, I must note, did not convey the proper degree of care that needed to be exercised in this situation.

I managed to grasp my hand onto something and, before I could think the better of it, began to test it by pressing it down with my fingers. It seemed like I'd hit some sort of switch on a remote by accident. The effects were two: the first was that the lighting in the room went from a tasteful day shade to a pornographic pink, the sort of detail that made it impossible to think of the setting as anything but a strip club. Needless to say, I wanted this effect reversed ASAP, but setting it back the way I wanted to soon became impossible, due to effect number two.

Hitting the remote had the dual effect of beginning a rapid rotation of the pedestal I'd placed myself onto. It wasn't a constant spin, just one fast jerk. Still, it was enough; I found myself raising my hands above my head for balance, or to try to grab something, but failing on both accounts. The movements of the mechanical device threw me off of my perch and deposited me onto the floor, where I landed sitting on my butt with my legs spread and my back leaned against the podium. Dizzy and embarrassed, I lifted my hands to grab onto the pedestal's head and begin lifting myself up.

Before I could do so, I heard a sharp camera flash, making my eyes even more bleary. Wait! Mao was taking photos of me again!

Matching my sense of urgency, Mao began to plead with me. "No, Katsumi, don't cover up! Hold that pose! Don't lift up, just stay the way you are!" she begged, while dashing this way and that to take more photographs. I began to wonder if she would do better to invest in one of those motion cameras on tracks that they use in the movie business. Maybe she didn't need it... Mao seemed to have an endless store of enthusiasm and stamina when it came to the subject of futanari photography.

Why was I worried about her tiring out her legs, anyway?! There's a much bigger problem! The reason she was so excited about this pose was pretty clear: it gave a full, unobstructed view of both my breasts and my penis, with no clothing covering them and without the benefit of any cover from my arms and legs. She could stand anywhere she wanted in a 180 degree radius around me and still catch both in the shot. I saw her drop all the way to the floor and take some photos there... From that angle, she'd probably get my balls and even the space beneath those parts, between my thighs, in excruciating detail. She wasn't dictating my expression at all, which told me that "flustered and red-faced, with lips quivering on the edge of protest" was exactly the face she wanted.

"Oooh, that pink mood lighting was a great idea, Katsumi! This looks so lewd! You look like a porn star!"

This wasn't my idea! I don't want to look like a porn star! Wait, is she saying I look good enough to do porn? B-but who cares?! I don't want to!

That has to be enough photographs by now, right?!

"Ha ha, phew. I guess that's fine. I'm sure I got a good number of 'em worthy of framing. Your dick keeps twitching and I'm starting to feel kinda sorry for teasing you. Between that and the horny look in your eyes, I'd say you need to go take a fap break."

M-Me?! Horny?! She's the horny one! Still, I was just happy the trial was over... Even if imagining the photographs being framed in this art studio was causing my heart to hammer in my chest. At least nobody would recognize me without my glasses... hopefully.

"You know... Besides the money, there's one more service I do for my clients when they finish a good shoot like this. I think you'd probably appreciate it! It goes a long way to coolin' you off after a photo session and it won't take but a minute." I couldn't see Mao's face, but I could tell from the seductive coo entering her voice that I'd called it right; she was pretty horny.

I started to feel around for my glasses while awkwardly explaining that whatever it was, I didn't think I needed it.

"You just don't know you need it! Trust me: you need it."

My brain said the only things I needed right now were my glasses and some clothes. My dick, on the other hand, said that as a curious woman who can't deny a good mystery, I should really follow this one through to the end and see what Mao's talking about.