Photoshoot catch up

I plug my phone into the outlet next to my bed, I turn onto my side and start scrolling through the messages Vi has left for me in my absence. Spoiler alert. She’s already home, I decide not to tell her that I’ve got my phone back just yet, but instead just enjoy the almost hundred messages Vi has sent me.

“Leaving now, babe! Hopefully, you get your phone earlier rather than later. I will be very bored if I have any downtime. Ari is with Sai today, so I don’t even have her to entertain me!”

“Long ahh car ride. Vroom. But. not. The Uber is slow.”

“Maybe I should get my license, if I have to do this drive often…”

“I fully have a job already, actually, fuck.”

“At the studio!!! It’s really fancy...”

She’s attached an image of the studio from outside. It looks more like a modern house from the outside rather than a photography studio, with no outward-facing signage.

I go through some more messages. She had to wait an hour and a half, and she was using our text messages as a way to entertain herself. Jumping between using our history as a notes app and sending me random ideas for business ventures that either exist or wouldn't work. She also sends me a link to photographer's website.

Blake Johnson. I skim through his ‘about me’ section.

41 years old... gym and health nut... runs marathons... started photographing in his early 30s... meteoric rise... high fashion... modelling... boudoir...freelance...adult shoots.

For an older guy, he’s looked after himself. If I look like that at his age, I would not be mad.

“He’s really nice! Hot for an old dude too ;)”

“Alrighty, baby. It’s photoshoot time!”

The next message is just a photo of the outfit splayed out on a chair. A striped playsuit-short dress. Looks cute.

“I’ll send you the rough shots afterwards! Blake said I could have my favs as a memento of my first shoot!”

A similar photo, a black dress, hard to tell what it would look like on a person, lucky me that in a few scrolls I get to see what it looks like (I hope.).

“Okay, break time. Blake is getting me some luncherinos hehe.”

“Want me to reward him, babe? For being a gentleman.”

“OH WAIT. u no have phone. Guess I’ll choose ;)”

Such a fucking tease.

“Lunch yummy, Blake yummy? ;)”

“ANYWYA.”

I need to turn spellcheck back on for her phone. I can feel the aneurysm growing with each typo.

“Next fit!”

“We’ve tried a bunch of different outfits for different vibes. I’ll send the best ones."

The next photo seems to be gym wear? There’s a hat, a sports bra and a shirt.

“Had another little break. Blake had some calls to make, so I’m flipping through his portfolio.”

“There are some sexy photos in here.”

“I’m reading your mind rn. Sorry, I can’t send any photos, he asked me not to show anyone. Copyright and privacy.”

“I’m like 80% sure there are pornstars in here.”

“I’m a girl of God, so I don’t know any of them. You probably do hehe.”

“Last fit!!”

“ I decided to be brave and said yes when he asked if I was comfy with this one, pls be proud.”

I’m most excited for this one. I feel a rush of blood flow through my body and down to my crotch. White lingerie.

“My god, it’s been a long ass day. Phone was low, sorry for the big gap between messages.”

“I'm beginning to think Mrs. Revers is keeping your phone, hope you deleted your dick pics.”

“DW. Your new sugar mommy will buy a new phone for u with my modelling money hehehe”

“Home btw!”

“Here's the first outfit!”

“It was super cute! Fit so well! The quality was obviously really high, I was too scared to ask what it retails for. It’d be so cute to wear on a picnic or on one of our dates (WINK)”

“Aaaand here's the second!”

“This was by far my favourite pose! Blake really enjoyed it too, got a lot of praise after this one ;)”

“Are you proud of me? I was brave and did a few photos in lingerie!”

I reach down to my crotch and slightly rub my palm against my hard bulge. The bra and bottoms are ever so slightly transparent. She looks positively sinful. I feel myself twitch at the thought of her parading around in private with this older photographer.

“Hopefully you get your phone back, text me when you do! I’ll just be at home.”

“Or borrow Heidi’s phone again, I’m sure you need an excuse to talk to her ;)”

I unplug the phone and finally send a text to my girlfriend. We spent the night recapping the day she had. She flirted and was a bit slutty for Blake, but nothing to write home about.

“Now that I’m more comfortable, babe… Our next session together. I'll make sure to turn up the heat.” Her syrupy giggle echoes through the phone.