I'll bargain with Mao, the Futa Photographer

Knitting my brows in frustration, I nonetheless entered into the photography studio. As I did, I saw Mao dismiss the couple whose photos she'd been taking, telling them she'd send them the best ones. They were understandably a bit irritated at first, until the wife pulled the husband's sleeve and urged him out the door. Evidently, this situation was all a bit too ridiculous for their blood. I'd have liked to go with them... I'm a pretty logical person myself, despite what this day's events would lead one to conclude.

First, I needed to get this photographer to delete those photographs. I wanted to start off civil, so I introduced myself: Katsumi Hojo, of ODD, the On-Demand Detective agency.

That set the other girl grinning with an annoying, curling smile. "Heh! No need to play coy with me, Katsumi. I know what it says online, but that's not what you really call yourselves, right?" she questioned, wiggling her eyebrows in an alternating up-and-down pattern that showed she knew the scoop.

I held my ground and shook my head. That was really what I intended to call my place of work and I'd fight anyone who tried to tell me to do otherwise.

"Hmm... You're weird, but I like that spunk." My adversary nodded her head approvingly and complimented me, even as she continued to overtly threaten **** with the photographs she'd collected. "And thanks for tellin' me your name, too! I'm gonna put that riiiight under your photograph in my catalogue!" When I started growling at her, she simply guffawed in response, holding her gut with laughter. I couldn't blame her... she wasn't big or strong, but there was nothing about my appearance that could make anyone feel threatened when I rumbled at the throat. "Alright, alright doggy! Calm down! Let's start over. My name's Mao; I'm a photographer around these parts. And I like to photograph people with those parts, if you get my drift~" She cleared her throat, then posed with both hands on her hips. "Mao- the Futa Photographer!"

I gulped, feeling my eyes dart down for a moment, hidden behind the glasses. How had she already figured it out...? I was all tucked into the hood, right? It was embarrassing to think I might be protruding out in some way. Well, even more embarrassing than having my whole bottom uncovered and my tits in just a paw-print bikini.

"You ain't the first person Ms. Doggett has taken into her back yard for some puppy play, super-sleuth. But you're the first person I've ever seen actually run away from it! You're a strange bird."

I'm strange?! She's the one who dressed me up that way and then tried to **** me!

"****? I always thought you folks were in on it," Mao mused, crossing her arms behind her head with an annoying, "but it has nothing to do with me" sort of gesture. She ought to realize that her lack of intervention made her an accomplice in Ms. Doggett's misdeeds!

That aside, I was curious: the couple earlier wasn't a futa pair, right? Also, with the name 'the Futa Photographer,' was she herself a futanari?

"Nah, they weren't. Just some dude and his normal wife. I have a job to maintain and there ain't enough futa in the city for me to get by photographin' just them. Still, you folks are my passion! My passion project, actually. It's just an interest of mine; I'm a normal, plain-Jane, nothing special kind of girl myself. But what you gotta understand is you futanari are still on the cutting edge! A rarity in this world! There's a lot of glamor in taking tasteful photographs of what makes you gals special..." Her eyes shined with intent as she rubbed the buttons atop her digital camera in an antsy, fidgety gesture of impatience. "You'll follow me into the back, right, to check out my futa gallery? I wanna get one of you to add into the collection... I already got most of the other ODD girls! Whether they offered or **** me to take candid shots, heh heh..."

I lowered my eyebrows critically, wondering if she realized how illegal that was. She was lucky I wasn't a real law official with any arresting power. By this point, I felt slightly less threatened than I had with Doggett, considering this one just wanted to take pictures evidently. On the other hand, I couldn't exactly get her to erase the pictures by offering to let her take more! I questioned if there was anything I could give her that would make her erase them.

"Nah, don't think so. However, they're just going into my private collection, honest! I don't sell anything from my futa gallery and I only show it to a very select client base, which you're about to become part of!" The girl grinned broadly and stepped backwards, trying one more time to usher me into the back room.

Grrr... I'm a lady of principles! I don't like showing off my penis, as a matter of course. I told her that I wasn't interested.

"You'll be paid handsomely, too!"

... Paid? How much are we talking?

"If you're a new ODD agent, you'll be pulling in enough from this one shoot that you could afford to miss the next couple of days of work and chill at home."

... That sounded really tempting! I asked if she'd be willing to sweeten the deal just a little further... Would she be willing to give me some pants to wear outside?

"Uuuh, I don't own a lot of pants, but I can give you a skirt or a really long t-shirt. Either of those do anything for you?"

Either of those would be a blessing right now! But can I really solve the problem of my eminent debut as a streaker by posing in the nude for this so-called artist? At this point, I could either go suffer a walk of shame outside on the streets, but maybe make it to some clothes before anyone thought to snap a pic, or I could definitely have a pic snapped, but I'd get some clothes and money for my trouble... Why did it seem like everything kept coming to deciding the lesser of two evils?

... Of course, there was also the fact that as soon as I turned around to leave, Mao would surely take a back-view shot anyway...