GlamShots

I walk with Jess as she strides confidently through the mall, amazed at her transformation. She was perfectly sultry, sashaying her ass as she maneuvered through the thickening crowd. My mind is spinning as I try to determine where our next destination will be. I cautiously wait for Jess to elaborate on her experience with the salesman, yet she offers no details this time. Her mischievous smile signifies she has a secret. Little does she know, I know hers and have my own.

Walking down the corridor, an idea suddenly springs into my mind as I spot our next destination. As we walk by, I suddenly jerk Jess awkwardly into the “GlamShots” storefront. As Jess regains her balance, she becomes immediately aware of what I have planned next. Jess admires the photos adorning the room and the different pictures in the albums as I approach the young sales assistant behind the counter. The girl informs me that they usually don’t accept “walk-ins”, but they had a cancellation, so they could fit me in. I imagine my cock “fitting in” between the young girls blood red lips. I point to Jess, still admiring the photos seemingly unaware of me, stating that I want a full-photo shoot package. Her eyes light up, sparkling as she imagines the sales commission on this sale. Her eyes travel to Jess and travel up her long legs, taking in every curve, admiring the shapely ass, rounded hips, and heaving breasts. The sales girl absentmindedly licks her lips as her smile broadens. “Oooh the possibilities,” I imagine. I hand Lisa, the cute clerk my credit card for the deposit.

As Lisa processes the card and the paperwork, I make my way back to Jess. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah! Just looking at the different outfits and such!” Jess is still flipping through the pages when Lisa returns, announcing that the photographer would be out in a minute. Jess finally recognizes the young beauty, and acknowledges her with a warm smile. I can feel the electricity between the two ladies. Lisa excuses herself to go prep the studio.

The photographer, Marcus, comes out of the back and introduces himself. He has a huge smile, his sparkling white teeth shining in comparison to his ebony skin. His large muscular frame towers over both Jess and I, but his demeanor is warm and inviting. I shake his hand, noting his strength, and watch as Jess melts in his firm grip. He talks to Jess, curious as to what poses she likes and what outfits. Every time Jess turns to point to a picture or grab an album I watch his eyes devour Jess’ luscious build. Finally understanding what Jess wants, he points to the door leading to the studio. “Go ahead on through there. Lisa will get you situated.”

Jess smiles, gives you a wet kiss and disappears through the door. Marcus informs you that it’ll be about an hour, giving you the opportunity to stroll through the mall, or just hang out. You quickly pull Marcus aside once Jess enters the other room. “I see all these photos here, and I know what she told you she wants… but I’m paying.” You smile a knowing grin, hoping Marcus catches on.

“Yes?” Marcus draws out, trying to get you to continue.

“I want pictures of her in the outfit she’s in now. I also want pictures of her … “ you pause searching for an appropriate word.”

“Nude?” Marcus supplies the word for you. Your smile indicates your acknowledgement. “I’m sorry,” Marcus replies, “we aren’t allowed to do those here.”

You slip your hand in your pocket and produce a crisp Benjamin-faced bill and place it into Marcus’ hand. “See what you can do about changing those rules.”

“What if she’s not willing?” Marcus asks as he places the bill into his pocket.

“I don’t think that’ll be a problem. Just do your best to convince her that everybody does it!” Marcus smiles confidently as he turns to the door. He presses some buttons on the door lighting up the “Studio In Use” sign, along with another electronic sign indicating they will be unavailable until three-thirty; an hour from now. “Marcus,” you call out just before he disappears, “two more if you get even better pictures!” You wink, hoping that Marcus is smart enough to know what you are implying.