The First Photoshoot

"Get up on top of your desk on hands and knees and look back at me over your shoulder," Rick instructed.

Brandi could see how some might think that was a sexual pose, but that was only if you saw the female body as inherently sexual, which was an anti-feminist attitude. As she assumed the position and Rick started taking pictures that focused on her butt, she reminded herself that as a feminist she had no reason to be ashamed of her butt. when he asked her to wiggle it, she did it with pride. She wouldn't let the patriarchy dictate what parts of her body she could or could not display!

Next, Rick had her stand before the chalkboard and write "I'm a hot peice of ass!" on the chalk, which was really in keeping with what she was just thinking and liberating her ass from the expectations of the patriarchy. She was so happy Rick was being so reasonable. Really, it was like they were totally on the same page.

"OK, we need some front-facing shots that really show off your tits," he said.

"Breasts," she corrected, disapprovingly. A nickname was one thing, but he couldn't be allowed to use disparaging terms for her anatomy.

"Please forget the word 'breasts' and remember 'tits' and 'titties' as the default term, but also enjoy women's tits being referred to as jugs, knockers, chest pillows and fun bags," he said.

Brandi blinked.

"What was I just saying?" she asked, having forgotten completely.

"Something about wanting me to get some good shots of your jugs," he reminded her.

"Oh, right!" she said. "It's not a cheesecake calendar without some good shots of the fun bags!" she said. "I can't give you a good grade if I don't think it will sell, and if years of market research have taught us anything, tits sell! So how should I frame the chest pillows?"

"Well, first pop them out of your bra and suck your nipples to get them good and engorged," he said.

That was reasonable. Prominent nips drew more attention to a woman's titties, which was both empowering and marketable. She popped the girls out and gave each nipple a good suck so they sprang to attention.

"That's good, but it could be better," he said. "Here, let me."

He started roughly fondling her knockers, pinching at the nips, which was reasonable. His grade was on the line, after all, so he had every incentive to make sure her tits looked presentable.

"Please don't try to hide the fact that all of this is making you horny," Rick said.

Brandi flushed. Of course she wouldn't hide it! It was the patriarchy that wanted to control and tamp down women's sexuality! Nipple play made her horny and she wasn't ashamed to own that!

"OK, that should do it," Rick said, putting her tits back in her bra cups and giving the nips one last squeeze through the fabric. "Now grab your jugs and squeeze them together, presenting them to the camera."

She did so and he praised her work and her fun bags as he took close ups.

"Now sprawl in your chair with your legs and arms spread wide," he instructed, and she did so. The students that bought his calendar should se her as a whole person, not just two spectacular titties.

"Okay, now play with your left nipple with your left hand and shove your right hand down your panties and masturbate," he said. "Show the camera you're horny as fuck."

Brandi knew this was a great idea for a pose. It was empowering, embracing female sexuality, but also classy. With her right hand covering up her genitals, no one could argue it was pornographic. It was classy. Artistic, really.

"Okay, now really get yourself off and scream out "I'm a cunt!" when you cum, you stupid whore," he said.

That would, of course, be the most appropriate way to end the photoshoot. The empowerment of orgasm. The reclaiming of the term 'cunt'. Yes this was going to make for a great picture and an even greater orgasm.

"I'M A CUUUUUNNNT!!!" She screamed out as she reached the zenith.

Panting, she blinked back into focus.

"Did you... did you get what you needed?" she asked.

"Not even close," he said. "But it was a hell of a start! Still, I have some more requests."

"I'm... I'm sure they'll be reasonable," she said.

After all, they had been so far.