You accept his offer.

"I wouldn't have to pose nude or anything, right?" You tell him, immediately exposing your concerns.

The man chuckles loudly, "No, silly girl. I wouldn't ask that of you."

You blush, embarrassed by your question.

"Did you really think I would do that?" he inquires.

"I'm sorry, I hope I haven't upset you."

"No, no, dear. Please, don't worry. Now, let me buy that dress."

You really do want to break away from that good girl image, and you feel that this would definitely be a step forward without placing yourself in any sort of dire straits.

You nod your head repeatedly (with a shallow gulp nonetheless) and you're about to run to the dressing room to change out of the dress when he suddenly startles you by grabbing your wrist (Oh, that big warm hand!).

"Wait, baby, you don't have to take it off to pay for it," he says, "Come, come." And he guides you over to the cashier.

Moments later and you're outside the shop with your sexy new dress on, a bag with your old clothes on one arm, and this big hunky warm man hanging on the other (or, more like, you're hanging onto him).

You see yourself in every store reflection (is that really you, Emily???Omigod.) and you just have to smile. "I am so hot," You blurt out loud.

And the able photographer next to you whistles with a smile before saying, "You sure are, girl, you sure are."

"Thank you for letting me have this!" you cry, turning and giving him a quick peck on the cheek with your lusty lips.

Unbeknown to you, he's already thinking about what else he's gonna let you have.

A few more minutes later and your sitting next to him in his SUV as he's driving.

"This your first photoshoot?" he asks.

"Oh, yes, of course."

"So, you're a photoshoot virgin?" he grins.

And your face turns cherry red, "oh, um... yes." You try to cover your face.

He pats your exposed knee. "I like it when it's their first time. Do you know why?"

You can't even respond, because you're breathless.

"At first," he tells you, " they don't know what to do, they just wait around for you to do something. They don't know where to stand. They don't know where to sit. I tell them what position to get in, and it surprises them. They give me this look like 'You want me to do that?'. But, then, when I take out my tool... the camera... and start using it, they suddenly turn automatic, and as soon as that first flash of white light douses their face it is suddenly as if it's not their first time, like they've done it a million times before." He licks his lips, "I like that."

Then, he turns to you momentarily, "Do you think you will like it?"

"Oh, ummm.... er.... ohhh...." But you can't catch your breath.