Career progression

Vi sits patiently in the change room, she already has her outfit for the photoshoot on, while Blake finishes up a call with a client in his office, she idly scrolls on her phone, legs crossed as she sits back in the small couch provided for the models. She usually, any other day, would’ve taken a selfie for Erik, given him a glimpse of what her outfit was going to be, what the storyboard for the photos would be, but today, she muted his messages.

Is that out of character? Maybe a little bit, but Vi considers it level headed retribution for the fact that Erik never asked her how her meeting went with Blake. She knows it’s silly to feel miffed in the way she does, but she does what she wants, and what she wants to do right now, is punish Erik by robbing him of his sneak peek.

“First, I want to commend you on your resilience and professionalism, you have been a constant light on the darkness of the reports my assistants have sent back to me.” Blake had started, “Your… colleagues, as I’m sure you’re aware, sulked and complained the entirety of my absence. But you rolled with it didn’t you? It’s impressive, you understood your position and kept going with whatever my assistants offered.”

Vi had tried very hard not to show the smug satisfaction on her face.

“I have asked you here today, because I wanted to offer my congratulations. Your attitude to the situation and of course, your beauty and sensuality is going to now pay dividends. I will be taking you off the retail list effective immediately, and now you will only be asked by me and my staff to participate in more commission based photography for our high class clients, and, if you fit my vision, my personal portfolio.” Blake had watched her, gauging her reaction, “I assume you won’t be turning me down?”

He had assumed correctly. Vi was overjoyed not just with the improvement of her position, but the way she had been seem by Blake, the way that he could see and appreciate her talents and beauty, she was basically drunk on the glee and praise from the older silver fox.

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Erik quickly glances at his phone, the outer side of his hand stained by pencil lead, as he sits hunched over the desk that reaplced the shoddy table in his dorm room. He reads the notification and grins, realising it’s the link from Vi’s photoshoot yesterday.

As he picks up the phone and opens the link, he ponders to himself how odd it is that Vi never told him more about the meeting, granted, he had forgotten to ask that day, but she never offered the info. He supposes it’s a good sign that she’s still attending her sessions at least, Erik assumes that she didn’t send him a sneak peek earlier in the day because she forgot or something, it’s okay. He still enjoys the touched up photos.

The Office Siren

Stayed Late

Vi sits at a dimly lit desk, the right side of her face illimuanted by the monitors cold white glow, the office setting around her bathed in darkness of night. The clock behind her reads 8:00pm. Vi is sitting sideways, her body angled towards the camera capturing her beauty, her legs crossed, one on top of the other, accentuating her legs that are clad in a black pencil skirt, a pair of sheer black tights, and a classy set of black heels. One of which dangles loosely of her foot. One arm is resting on the desk to her side, the other is bent towards her, holding the top end of a pen against her slightly parted lips.

The white button up shirt is tucked neatly into the skirt, the tension it causes, only adds to the straining of the material across her perky, round chest. She wears a tantalisingly, inviting expression. Toeing the line of seduction and late night tiredness, the glasses on her face sitting flush where they should be on her nose, framing her face beautifully.

Come Closer

The scene shifts, only slightly, Vi’s focus is now fully towards the viewer, facing her body directly in it’s direction. She’s leaning back in the chair now, more comfortable, her expression has shifted from innocent invitation to a smirk, her gaze coming through the gaps of her lashes, her lips slightly moist from her tongue as she gazes directly into Erik’s — or any viewers eyes.

The lamp on her desk had been switched on, eliminating the harshness of the white light of the screen, replaced with a warm, orange light, giving the image a more intimate feel. Her legs were slightly spread open, the shadow cast by her skirt blocking any view further up her skirt, her left hand toying absentmindedly at the hem, the skirt scrunching slightly, edging up her leg, the tight fabric of the skirt pulling across her thighs. The other hand rested lightly on the upper curve of her bust, fingers light on the button up’s material. The top buttons have been undone, a hint of her bountiful cleavage teasing it’s way out. Finally, her glasses sit crooked, and low on her nose.

Coming in

The perspectives changes completely. Vi is no longer at the desk from the previous two photos. The dark skyline can be seen through the window in background of the image, Vi stands poised in the doorframe of the office. One arm raised against the doorframe, one leg bent in front of the other, her weight balanced on a single heel clad foot.

The button up shirt has been completely undone now, hanging loosely off her shoulders, the deep wine coloured lacy bra in full view, the fullness of her breasts given mouth watering shape by the garment.

Her free hand hangs down by her side, her fingers holding the zipper on the side of her hips, pulled a quarter of the way down, the teasing implication of it’s removal evident.

Her expressions reflects her confidence, the fact that she knows that she’s been watched at work, small peeks of her exquisiteness. Her lips are parted slightly, as if she had just said something naughty, the glasses from before discarded somewhere out of sight. She was comfortable, the power has shifted into her favour, her eyes are hooded, the promise of her approach radiating from her eyes alone.

Promotion

The scene shifts for the final photo, Vi is close — personal — encroaching. The white button up lays discarded on the floor behind her, the image not capturing the pile of clothing completely. Vi is crouched low now, the wine-red straps of her bra loosing some integrity, the strap on the right halfway down her upper arm, the slack in the material causing her breasts to spill only slightly, toeing the line of nudity, the soft flesh is more than inviting. Her skirt still clings to her hips, but now scrunched completely at her hips, her arm can be seen hanging between her legs, but it’s unclear what happens between her thighs. Her other hand is raised to just below her face, her fingers brushing her chin, her thumb sits on her bottom lip, pulling the flesh down, a hint of her straight bottom teeth visible. Her eyes are hooded, not inviting anymore, her expression is of someone about to win, about to take what they want. No, her eyes are lustful now, her cheeks red with excitement.

Erik puts his phone down…

“What retail shops ordered those?”

He wastes no time in scrambling for his phone, realising he definitely doesn’t have all the information he needs, his phone rings, the receiver of his call? Vi.