Mao leads by example

"Have you figured it out by now, Miss Katsumi Hojo? You're supposed to be a detective, aren't you? It shouldn't be that hard." Mao chuckled, placing one hand on her hip and waiting to hear if I had any guesses.

Hopeful, I told her that letting me keep some of my clothes would go a long way to making me feel more comfortable. Maybe I was a good enough subject without showing off my dick? After all, isn't art sometimes about what you don't show? If anyone appreciates an air of mystery, it's me!

"Ha! That's a funny one!" Mao smirked, grinning affably but not backing down, now leaning up with her arms crossed. "I get what you're going for, but I'm the futa photographer, not the 'maybe a futa, it's 50/50' photographer. I gotta have the dick." She gave me a sympathetic smile, before turning and watching her over shoulder. "No other guesses?"

I shook my head. I was not without suspicions, but this teasing slowness-- holding me here, naked, while clothing me was apparently just a matter of giving me a change of clothes-- was driving me crazy. I wasn't in the mood for games!

Mao simply shrugged, then reached her hands down towards her lap. I'd suspected this might be where she was headed: the photographer bent low to grab the hem of her long t-shirt in both hands and lift it above her head with a quick motion. I was so stunned, I barely had time to register that, besides a denim mini-skirt, she was completely bare on top. The shirt was a thick enough material that the texture hadn't shown through, but Mao was indeed braless. It made sense; as she turned around and I inspected her upper body, proudly bared with small mounds and excited pink tips, it was clear to me that she shared a body type very close to my own.

I must have looked pretty shocked, but she grinned back at me and continued relentlessly, kicking off both tennis shoes before quickly pulling down her jean skirt. She wore panties underneath, at least; they were yellow-colored boy-shorts with a white band. I wonder if she picked something a little boyish on purpose... Seeing her wear something I myself might wear, albeit without the same opening I required for functionality, actually did make me feel a little at ease...

That easiness was destroyed as the photographer moved through the last step, now stripping off her panties and stepping one leg out at a time. It was hard for me to comprehend; I'd been trying everything I could think of since I met Miss Doggett to avoid showing people my private parts, and here she was, brazenly flashing me! Her pubic hair was as black and as wonton as her hair, by which I mean she didn't seem overly concerned with how she trimmed it. Still, she didn't seem embarrassed by it at all. Instead, she finished by peeling off her socks.

No wonder this photographer shows such a profound disregard for the embarrassment a subject ought to face, baring their all for a photograph. She's clearly an exhibitionist! No one could stand in front of a total stranger, naked, without so much as covering herself and still wearing a giant, toothy grin, unless they took some pleasure in being seen.

As if sensing my thoughts, she raised her hands above her head and turned, showing me the other side; her bottom was bare, pale, and a little cute. Her body was so much like mine, yet so different in terms of equipment. "You're thinking right now that I'm a real weirdo, huh? A person who gets turned on by showing off their body, even when they don't have big boobs? Do you think that's strange?" she questioned, running her hands through her choppy black hair.

I nodded; it was a rude answer, but the question itself was too honest to answer with anything less than honesty.

"If I'm getting turned on by doing it, what's that make you for getting turned on by it, huh? You're kind of a perv too, right, Katsumi?" Mao's narrow eyes darted downward for a moment, before returning to my face. They were smiling crescents that directly contrasted my own wide, deer-in-the-headlights eyes.

... Ack! I was clutching the hood so tightly to my lap by this point that she could see the shape of my erection against the cloth! As a detective, I couldn't help but announce my deduction out loud: she hadn't intended to relax me at all! This was actually a method of arousing me for the photo, wasn't it?!

"Bingo! I guess you're actually a pretty decent detective after all," Mao giggled, retrieving her camera and hanging it back around her neck. It was a bizarre look; the young woman was now dressed in nothing besides her camera, the straps running along her small breasts, and white, knee-high socks. "You're not gonna let me be nude alone, right? Be a gentle-woman!"

Gingerly, I nodded, then set the hood down onto the floor; I was now stark naked, all except for my glasses. She begged me to take those off too, and I did... at the cost of my vision. I could barely make out her nudity any more... That was kind of unfair! I-I mean, not that I'm a pervert who wants to see a naked photographer, but still! Having my glasses removed was all the more reason to finish this shoot up quickly: I need my eyesight back. Even now, I was having a hard time moving my hands from my dick... Even as she, with increasing impatience, reminded me that she needed to see that part.

"Katsumi, now is not the time to play hardball!" she sighed, losing some of her earlier chipperness as I proved to be an especially stony client. "I didn't hide my vag, right? You can show me your dick! I'm not gonna laugh."

Well, if you tell me that you're not going to laugh, that implies that laughing is the natural reaction, right!?

"Dang! You real detectives are hard to talk around." Mao chuckled, rubbing the back of her head with one hand... or so I thought, anyway. It was hard to tell from this distance without my prescription glasses. "How about this: give me a really good pose and we can finish without taking too many shots. You'll be out of here before you know it! Deal?"

Sure, I could nod along with her request... but what did I know about 'a really good pose?'