The Russians Throw A Party !

Lawrence was busy cropping the photos from the dominatrix and pony girl shoots, so that only Debbi appeared in the frame and not Natasha. He was then going to upload them to Debbi's gallery on his web site, of which she remained unaware. He was interrupted by a phone call from Andrei. The oligarch had seemed happy enough with how things had gone on the day and was even happier when Lawrence had forwarded the finished products from the session. Now he had another assignment for the photographer. After finishing the conversation, Lawrence picked up the phone and dialled his favourite brunette.

"Hi sweet pea"

"Hi Lawrence"

"Do you fancy taking your clothes off again ?"

Debbi giggled. "I take it that's a yes ?" Lawrence laughed.

"Depends what it is "

"It's for Andrei"

"I won't have to put anything up my bum ?"

"No, just look gorgeous in your birthday suit !"

Andrei was eager for an entree into English high society and he had organised a lavish party for after Ladies Day at the Royal Ascot race meeting. Centrepiece was to be an ornamental fountain in the entrance hall, surrounded by a string quartet playing and topped by a classically posed nude living statue. That would be Debbi of course. This was Andrei's idea of style ! Lawrence was to act as official photographer for the event and would pocket a sizeable fee. Debbi would partake out of the goodness of her heart, though Andrei had provided her and Lawrence with tickets for the Royal Enclosure at the afternoon's racing preceding the party.

"I'll have to book a day off. I'm a serious career woman remember, not some Instagram bimbo" she reminded him. Lawrence smiled, thinking of her gallery where page views were heading north of three quarters of a million !