Peyton List

As I made my way to the blonde beauty, she looks at me, smirking at me as she sees the camera in my hands, "A fan?" She asked, "Sorry no time for a...." I held my breath, as I hold my camera up, as I press the button, a bright, almost blinding light comes from the camera with a loud click, Peyton paused for a moment, as she looks at me, "That is not nice...." She stands there now, as if she is waiting for my instructions. Peyton is staring at me, wondering what just happen, she wants to shout at me for taking a picture without her consent, but she just stood there, a warm sensation filling her mind...

I decided to push my luck, " Miss List... What are..." Before I finished my sentence, Peyton moves up to me, "Just call me Peyton, Mister!" Peyton was shocked at her own initiative but it just felt so right, "Peyton... Why are you here?" I ask my question again, wondering what she is doing here, "Victoria's Secret wants you to be their model?" I asked, jokingly. Peyton holds up a paper bags, "Just here to get some merchandise for a photoshoot!" I smile, "How about you change here? And we can..." I hold the camera out, as I took another picture, ensuring that Peyton is well entranced before I continue, "And we can have the photoshoot, right in front of the VS's sign!" Peyton smiles, and blushed, "Change... Right here...?" She looks, I then point to the building, "Go on... Change there! I will be accompany you there!" I lead her back to the VS's building, "Wait here!" Peyton said, as she heads into the Ladies, and after a few minutes, Peyton nervously exits the changing area, her short tan boots is the first thing I noticed, followed by her long sexy legs coming into view next, the black tight shorts shaping her ass nicely, showing her belly button as her chest comes into view, her small petite breasts strained against the material, a nervous blush on her face.

She looks around, searching for me, I am now standing at the exit of the building, thinking that it would be too suspicious if I am standing right outside a Ladies washroom. Peyton walks towards me, a small spring in her steps, her face beaming, a nervous smile on her face as she gets closer, trying to cover herself with her hands, a little self conscious of the way she's dressed. she looks to you in awe, asking "How...how do I look?"

"Just like an angel..." I smiled, as I hold the paper bag which is now containing her clothes, "Shall we have our photoshoot now?" I hold my camera up, snapping another photo, to ensure that she remains as easily suggestible as possible. She looks at the light, and for a moment, she looks at me, wondering what was happening, I then took another photo, engulfing her in the light again, she smiles, grinning ear to ear as she walks over to the VS's sign, as she started to pose. "Like this?" She asked, as I keep taking photos, her mind becomes more open for my orders after every shot.

After a short photoshoot, I beckon her to move to me with my fingers, she rushed to me almost immediately, wrapping her arms around mine, "So where to now? Mister....?"

"Drake...." I answered her, pecking a small kiss on her forehead.