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Chapter 178
by 
AwesomePossum
There was a part of Vi that was hoping for the best. Maybe it was naivety; maybe it was that belief that this is her chance to be a model, a belief that was maybe rooted in more reality than she knew.
She hadn’t felt nervous or stressed at all heading into any shoot, not since the very first one. Blake had made her feel safe and confident. But recently, as she knows, as Erik knows, as even Ari knows, something has been off. Something has been wrong with him.
Frustration was present in his eyebrows, in his tone, in his eyes, in his body language, in his texts, and in his emails. She flicks her fingernails together, staring at the entrance of his lavish studio. She sees Zelda walk out, stretching her arms above her head, stretching her back before crossing the car park opposite to her, climbing into her car and driving off.
‘Should I be as carefree and as easy as her?’
She sighs. Resting her head back. She can’t help but wonder if she’s throwing something away by being difficult.
‘How am I being difficult?’
“I don’t know… I feel like I’m just being annoying, he’s got a lot on his plate, he knows what he’s doing, I should trust him.”
‘Do you trust him more than you trust yourself? Do you NEED this man’s validation?’
She rubs her forehead. “I don’t…”
‘He reminds me of someone.’
“My dad.”
Vi groans. She feels crazy. Talking to herself, an almost schizophrenic conversation happening in the front seat of her car.
“They’re right. Erik, Ari. It’s not even being against doing stuff.”
Erik’s question echoes in her mind.
“When you’re ready. Would you realistically have sex on camera?”
“Yes.” … “I think I would. The thrill, the control, the freedom she feels when she thinks about it, the jealousy when I watch those videos, just talking about it…” She sighs.
She continues to question it all. If the issue isn’t the content itself, then what is her problem?
She opens her eyes.
“I feel trapped.”
She drops her face into her hands. It’s so obvious now. The part that’s most exciting to her, the thing she craves
Freedom and Control over own life and body.
Blake robs that from her. That’s the issue. She wants to know beforehand, because she feels in control, she feels she has the freedom to choose.
It’s so damn obvious.
She looks up at the studio. She unlocks the door and steps out. She has her limit, she has her understanding. Blake never responded to her email, so, she sent another email last night.
Hi Blake
Sorry for being a bother.
But since you haven't replied, I fear I'm going to limit myself to something not too explicit, my limit for this shoot will be oral. I don't wish to push myself too far for my first time.
I hope you understand
Thank you
Vi
She can only hope that Blake saw this email.
She nervously steps into the studio, walking through the facility, she finds the room number she’s in for the day, and there waits Blake, typing away at a laptop.
“Hey. Blake!” Vi says. Her smile twitches with unsureness.
“Vi.” He replies. “On time. Always a positive with you.”
Vi blushes, her heart fluttering, she shakes her head, getting rid of that weird feeling. “Yeah. Of course. I know it’s important.”
Blake hums in response, glancing up he looks her up and down. “I got your email.”
Vi’s hands go numb. “Oh, good. Is… It all good?”
Blake’s face is unreadable, his eyes boring into her. “Yes. Like I said in my email. You’ve got an incredibly good future ahead of you. I’m more than happy to make some concessions with my process.” His crinkle, a rare genuine smile on his face that sends a shiver down her spine. “I’ll make sure my future emails are clearer.”
A massive wave of relief flows over her.
“Looking real good, Vi!” Blake wears a wide grin as he adjusts the camera in his hands, peering around; he looks her up and down. “Your legs are amazing.”
Vi, as she usually does, feels a tingle at his praise. She’s always enjoyed it, the praise — it makes her feel amazing to hear that… Especially from an older man… Ari has teased her about it several times, calling it ‘her daddy issues’… She’s probably not wrong, there’s a certain unique excitement in her belly when his crow's-feet eyes narrow with delight. The realisation she had in the ca only adding to her self-realisation.
Please welcome your private entertainment for the night!!
“Good….” Blake murmurs, moving slightly, taking pictures of her from different angles, the stripper pole cold against the skin of her back. “Excellent, Vi.” He says low, focused on the images themselves.
The thrill runs through her again, coupled with the eroticism of the shoot, she shivers as he reaches down to adjust himself, he’s never been one to shy away from showing his approval for her poses.
“Now Vi. Be a good girl, bend over for me, I want to see that outfit from behind.”
She shivers, biting her lip, she arches her back, slowly bending over, narrowing her eyes at Blake.
Gentlemen, give her a round of applause!
“Christ, Vi. Every angle of you is a sight to behold. Front, side, back, it truly doesn’t matter.”
Vi shudders, suppressing the soft moan. “Thank you… I work hard.”
“Hmmm… I am enjoying the results.” He bites his bottom lip. “Get down low now, spread those legs. On your knees. I want to see those muscles in your thigh ripple.”
“Yes sir…” She breathes, sliding down onto her knees, letting her thighs slowly part. She’s not even sure if he’s taking photos. But the attention is amazing, describing it into Erik’s ear, describing the way Blake’s eyes sparkle as he watches her — nothing compares.
Nice and low for you gentlemen… Now where’s the bachelor boy?
Blake gets close, angling the camera up her body, the sensation is overwhelming for our model. Her lips quiver as she looks down at the lenses hungrily, knowing that Blake has a close, intimate view.
“That’s it…” He nods once, getting to his feet. “Take 5 minutes. Julian will be here soon, we’ll resume once he’s here.”
Vi swallows, getting to her feet, staring at the retreating Blake. “Yes… Sir…”
-5 minutes-
-10 minutes-
-15 minutes-
“Excuse me?”
She hears Blake's voice echo from the studio room into the change room, she opens the door, a towel wrapped around her shoulders.
“You’re not coming??” Blake says, his voice a low dangerous growl.
Vi’s eyebrow cocks up.
“Julian. You forget your place. You are incredibly replaceable. So, no. We cannot reschedule the shoot that’s in progress because it’s a nice day outside.”
Blake’s face continues to distort with anger. “Hmm.” He chuckles darkly. “I do hope you have another career on the horizon. Don’t bother coming here again.” Blake hangs up the phone and shakes his head.
“Uhm…” Vi says, pulling the towel around her shoulders. “Should I… go home?”
Blake looks up. Tapping his fingers on his leg. “No. Julian… is clearly worthless.” He stands up, brushing his face off. “I’ll fill in.”
“Sorry?” She says, a hint of confusion crossing her face.
“I’ll be the male model today. I assume it’s not a problem.”
Vi hesitates. In theory… I guess not… She studies the older gentleman, already adjusting the lights and camera location.
He’s hot… But… On camera? With him?
“Actually, Blake…” She says, taking a small centring breath. “I think it might be better if we just pause the shoot, right? Find a new model? I think I would be a bit more comfortable with that. I mean, my boyfriend is pretty photogenic… He could fill in.”
“Is that what you think?” He says, not bothering to turn around. “No. I will not be wasting my time rescheduling a by-the-numbers theme.”
“Okay… Fair. I think I’d rather wait though.”
He pauses, still looking away, swatted over. “Vi, if you want to go home, go.”
“Sorry?”
Blake stands. Adjusting the lights. “If you want to go. Go. I will not force you to do anything you don’t want to.”
Vi shifts, the energy low, dark and off-putting. “Uhm. We’ll reschedule?”
“No. Not this theme. A waste of my time.”
She sucks on her cheek. She feels that if she walks out now…
“Okay. Sorry. I just don’t feel comfortable doing that with…”
“I understand completely, Vi.”
He turns, a smile on his face, looking her up and down. “Keep the outfit. It suits you.”
“Thanks…”
“It’s just… teasing… and playing during the shoot is one thing, but on camera without any wa-“
“I said I get it.”
“Okay… I’ll hear from you soon?”
‘It’ll be fine right? It’s just… sucking him off for the first time on camera without Erik knowing beforehand? It’s so reasonable…’
He smiles.
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