A risqué ending

Steph snapped thousands of photos as he/she gave directions, having him do everything from ride a horse to move a bale of hay. After about a half hour he felt like he had spent at least a few minutes doing just about everything he could possibly do. By that point the west Texas sun had risen higher in the sky and he was starting to sweat.

"Lets try something a little sexier," Steph said. "Why don't you lose the shirt?"

Jess looked at the photographer for a moment. Nothing had been said about taking topless photographs. Was that something Garth Brooks or Blake Shelton would do? Definitely not. Then again, underneath his wardrobe western shirt he also knew that he had nothing to be ashamed of, his body was still toned from all of those years spent working on the farm.

He glanced towards Andi, who was the record labels wardrobe person and she just shrugged. He had an idea that she was hoping he would agree.

Jess sighed.