Happy to spend some time chatting.

“Take a seat. I have to say this is a very nice view to see while talking photoshoot,” Anthony said.

Abbey blushed, “Why, thank you.”

“So the boudoir shoot will be pretty simple. You come around with a range of lingerie, and we take some shots in different poses and outfits. Strong backlighting does help for some shots, so we should start early.” He explained before taking another mouthful of coffee. “Now, you don’t have a problem shooting nude, so we can do a few more things that way. But we can talk exact poses on the day.”

Abbey nodded, “And then you will cover me in temporary tattoos?”

Anthony nodded, “I have started to print some of those tattoos, and we will cover your body in scales with banded stripes. I will need to apply them for you because you won’t be able to reach everywhere. I hope that won’t be a problem?”

Abbey shook her head, “An attractive man putting his hands all over me? No, I think I can handle that.”

Anthony cleared his throat, “Then we will take some photos. The poses will be a little different to the boudoir shoot. You need to be a predator, so to speak. Long poses, stretched out etc.”

Abbey nodded. “George is going to go crazy when I come home. Spending half the day naked and in lingerie being photographed and then covered in tattoos is going to make him wild.”

Anthony laughed, “Glad I can help. You know I’m trying to be professional here, but I have to admit, I am finding it difficult with you wearing that shirt.”

Abbey smiled and quickly grabbed the hem of the t-shirt before pulling it off over her head. “Better?” she asked.

Anthony’s eyes widened. “A better view for sure, not so much help for me being professional.”

“Sorry, not sorry.” Abbey retorted as she picked up her coffee again.

Anthony shook his head in mock resignation, “You are going to get my reputation in trouble.”

Abbey cocked her head to the side, “How’s that?”

He smiled, “There are some really lecherous photographers out there. They get a bad reputation quick.”

Abbey laughed, “Oh, I don’t think you are lecherous. I mean, I came over here in a t-shirt saying I was a slut for black cock, and you have been most professional. More professional than I thought you were going to be.”

As they continued to chat, Abbey’s phone buzzed, “You going to get that?” Anthony asked.

Abbey shook her head, “That sound means it’s George. If I check the message, he will see that I am looking at my phone. I want his mind to think I’m too busy to look at my phone.”

Anthony laughed, “And this will get him all aroused?”

Abbey nodded, “Especially when I come home wearing the BBC only shirt.”

“Which right now, you aren’t wearing.” Anthony reminded her that she was topless.

“I did notice that yes, I also noticed you enjoying. But you will see It all for the photoshoot, so no harm,” she explained.

“Yes, and I am thinking now that we could do a very nice series of shots with you naked with a champagne saucer. Arms crossed, looking thoughtfully off to the side, the glass partially covering your nudity.”

“Hmm, finishing with me pouring champagne on myself?” Abbey asked.

Anthony nodded, she could see the excitement in his eyes, and it wasn’t just lust. It was a passion for photography. “Yes, and strawberries, lots of them. Start with just one strawberry on the side of the glass, a few shots with you slowly eating one, but climaxing with punnets of strawberries, just covering your torso as you hold them in your cleavage and pour the champagne over yourself and the strawberries,” he rambled.

They spent the next hour discussing other options for the shoot, but Anthony seemed to really like the idea with the strawberries and champagne, so they settled on that.