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Chapter 2
by Mischaker
What do you want to do with her?
Have her strip for the camera.
She's looking at you boldly with her arms crossed and her smile widening to show no fear. This is perfect.
"Alright, stand exactly like this, we're going to start with something simple." You say as you search your pocket and grab your phone. She can't help but laugh a bit but regains her composure for the picture you're about to take. "Perfect. Now take off your jacket."
"That's all I'm taking off, right?" She asks as she takes off her jacket. She's now wearing a simple black t-shirt and jeans.
"Nope, everything goes." You say bluntly. She laughs in disbelief and you smile with excitement rushing through you. "Stand a bit sideways. Perfect." She put her hands in her sides and gleams at the camera provocatively. She's not about to shy away from this. We'll see, you think. "Take off your shoes and pants." You say. Anne bites her lips, then kicks off her shoes and unbucles her belt. As she unzips a patch of red apears, topped off with a pink little bow tie. She takes notice and looks up at you. Her cheeks manage to add a little more colour still. You take another picture, the small bit of her underwear and the blush on her cheeks both perfectly captured.
"I eh... wasn't expecting anybody to see me without pants today." She hesitates to pull her pants down, but you just wait patiently. Then she goes for it, pulls her pants down all the way. She throws them in the corner and crosses her arms again. Seeing her with a shirt but no pants is something special. Your eyes hone in on her underwear. It's a really small thong that's even smaller down below and probably non existent in the rear. Just as she bites her lip you take another picture. You take a knee to both get up closer and gain a perspective on her where her thong is better represented.
"Let me guess: my shirt is up next?" Anne says.
"That's right." You're loving this. She's actually resigned to doing this and her mask of boldness is slowly crumbling to reveal her insecurities. As she takes off her shirt you take a picture of her pulling it overhead. As it comes off she reveals a red bra that matches her thong perfectly.
"Hands in your side." You say. That's clearly the last place she wants her hands to be, but she poses perfectly for the next picture. "That's great. Ok, so for the next picture we're taking this to..."