Shooting Kennedy’s clothes off*

Kennedy kneels on a shaggy white throw rug. “C’mon, baby,” she purrs. “Take your best shot.” I take it, and quickly add it to the tenant list before showing it to her.

“Mmmm, nice,” she says. “You have a good eye. D’you mind if I use you to build my portfolio a little?”

“No,” I say slowly, “but—”

“Good,” Kennedy says in a sultry voice. “Let’s try something a little hotter, then.”

“Do you like this, baby?” she asks.

I stifle a groan. “I love it,” I tell her. “That ass ought to be illegal. It’s too addictive to be allowed on the streets.”

“Mmmmm,” Kennedy purrs. “You like my ass, baby? Then here’s something special just for you.”

“You’re crazy fucking hot,” I say huskily.

“Mmmm, I can do better,” she responds seductively. “Close your eyes.”

“OK . . .” I say doubtfully. When Kennedy tells me to open them again, I see her lying on the throw completely naked.

“Is this really something you want for your portfolio?” I ask in surprise.

{if JordynPic=true}“My sister’s wrong—I’m not hoping Robyn will help me make it big. {elseif JordynPic=true}“{endif}I’m working with Naomi Jefferson up in #504,” Kennedy tells me. “She’s a big-name erotic model, and that’s what I want to be. So much more fun than regular modeling.”

I think for a minute (mostly making a mental note to visit #504 out of order). “Then why didn’t you let me take pictures of you stripping?” I ask.

“This seemed like more fun,” she answers, licking her lips sensuously. She sits up and strikes a pose. “How do you like this one, baby?”

“Kennedy, you’d look smoking hot wearing a cardboard box,” I tell her.

She preens visibly, then gives me a wide-eyed, **** look. “Really?” she asks in a girlish mock-innocent voice.

“Really, and you know it full well,” I tell her. “I said your ass should be illegal, but those tits are even better. How many traffic accidents have you caused this week?”

Kennedy giggles helplessly. When she finally has herself under control, she turns to look at me sideways. “Naughty boy,” she says.

“Now comes my favorite part of the photoshoot,” Kennedy says seductively.

“What’s that?” I ask.

“Fucking the photographer.”