She is compliant.

The older brunette looks excitedly at the young blonde as she is standing there in front of her dressed in her sexy lingerie outfit. On a whim Martha asks the young blonde if she could snap a couple of pictures, as the lingerie she is wearing is exactly like what Martha was going to show her anyways. Ellen agrees, asking that she be able to have them for her fiancée, which Martha agrees to also.

The older woman sets up not just one camera but 3 cameras, in 3 different locations in the living room, which are all auto-focus and auto-tracking once the parameters are set, which Martha does by focusing on Ellen. Unknown to the young blonde is that the cameras are also already recording everything that is going on in a high-tech format just becoming available on the market.

"So what am I supposed to do?" asks Ellen.
"Relax, for a start" replies Martha.
"I am relaxed."
"Oh really?" She grins at the blonde as though she knows her better than Ellen has thought, and of course she does. Martha gets the blonde to do some of the usual standing poses, then starts moving in and touching her body to get the blonde to stand in a particular stance.

"It just feels a bit weird, you know..."
"Sure it does. But it's okay; it's just the two of us. No one else will be looking."
"Other people will see the photos. You said so."
“I only have to show the lecturer. As far as she's concerned you're just another body."

Ellen thinks in her head “Why did I allow her to talk me into this?” Meanwhile Martha pours a glass of wine and presses it into the blonde’s hand. Ellen takes a large swallow. Martha takes it back and does the same, then hands it back again, leaving a lipstick smear on the rim. Ellen drains the glass, feeling the **** go to her head immediately. Then she tries one last time to back out ...

"I haven't even done my bikini line."
"I don't care about your bikini line. This is art, not a Playboy shoot.” The walls are echoing with the flash from the cameras, and Ellen doesn’t even notice that she is being moved into some suggestive poses.
"Lift your left arm ... put it behind your head."
Ellen obeys while Martha snaps more pictures.
"Good ... now another one with the other arm."

Ellen is standing with her hands running up and down her luscious body, feeling how firm her breasts are standing up from the excitement and attention of Martha’s directions. Then Martha removes the camera from the tripod and crouches, looking for another angle. Ellen notices the woman’s short dress riding up her thighs, exposing her red knickers and garters. Surprised at herself for looking, the young blonde glances away and thinks about something else.