Smile for the Camera

He was a doctor, in his mid 30s. Not especially handsome, honestly a bit gruesome if she were being completely honest. Skin was a little greasy, and his cheeks were a little puffy. No ring on his finger. "I know, for most people, it sounds pathetic, but honestly, most of the time, I get home from work, and I'm way too tired to do the basic household chores, so, I'm really just looking for someone to do them for me. Basic vacuuming and scrubbing. Do the dishes. Take out the garbage for me." If nothing else, Dr. Eli Berkley was at least honest. She assured him that she understood, and that she didn't judge him.

"Sorry, I'm interviewing a couple different candidates for the position," he said, pointing to the old-fashioned camera around his neck. "If you don't mind, could I take your photo? It'll be easier to keep track of who is who when I make the decision."

Lori tried to keep from rolling her eyes. She knew that this kind of stuff was a possibility. Guys posting that they were looking for a college student to be their housekeeper? They probably weren't looking for a responsible, diligent staff member. They were probably looking to leer at a college girl. On the other hand, he was offering to pay 35 bucks an hour, and while there was no way that his condo was big enough to merit a lot of hours, she could fit the job in in with her classes and possibly even another job. If he was for real, then she could handle him being a little looky-looky as long as it didn't get too bad.

Dr. Eli Berkley held his breath and waited for Lori to smile and face him. He wanted to cross his fingers in hopes that this actually worked. Lori was a tall black girl, around 5'9, with just whopping boobs. She had a cute face, and hair, and all that, but it was the boobs that Dr. Berkley was trying to avoid staring at. And a bodacious behind with a smooth, svelte waist. She was the type of girl he put a fake ad in the newspaper, both the local and the college's, trying to see.

He had gotten the camera from a small, strange little imp creature, red skin with horns and a smoky, sulfurous stench. Seemed like a trust-worthy fellow. Anyways, Eli had thought he would have been happier now. He was a doctor, well-respected in his field, with a promising practice that was growing. Money was coming in. And yet, he found himself lonely. Long hours made it hard to find anyone. And he had spent so long studying, trying to learn what he learned that he felt socially and emotionally distant from anyone. He didn't want a relationship; he wanted sex. The camera, his impish friend told him, could get him that. Take a picture, and the subject of the photo would find themselves just a bit dazed and compliant. The more photos, the more compliant. They might put up a fight and try to resist, just keep taking photos. Even long-term changes to someone's personality, total rewrites of someone's psyche could be done, if he was patient and took enough photos.

"Yep, just straight on, look at the camera," he said, "Smile!"

She tried to give a professional, detached smile. The flash went off. Lori's eyes went wide.