My phone began buzzing as soon as I got up to my studio apartment in the heart of New York. With a bright smile on my face and hopes of a new client calling me and not my overly anxious mother just "checking on me", I took my phone out and noticed an unfamiliar number on the screen.
My grin widened quickly before I answered the call. A calming and sweet tone was heard the first two seconds I put the phone to my ear.
"Hello. I was browsing for photographers I could hire and I found this number. Tell me, could we set up a little photoshoot soon?"
"Yeah, I could do that. Do you have ideas, a setting, themes for your desired photoshoot, ma'am?"
"I read you were an experiencing photographer, a new graduate. I thought it'd be a great opportunity to try shooting some spicy pictures? That's what I'm looking for." The female customer explained.
"It'll be my first, but we can totally do that. How does today sound?" I was getting excited thinking about what kind of spicy pictures the woman talking about. My imagination kicked in quickly, I began daydreaming almost.
"Today sounds great, actually." The woman suddenly lowered her tone, it sounded like her excitement was growing as well...
"Sweet. I'll text you the address and wait for you to get there." I could barely hold in my excitement as my other hand was impatiently sitting in my pocket.
"I'll be over there soon. Can't wait for it to start." Her tone was getting really seductive, it even gave me light goosebumps by the time the call ended.
After what seemed like ages, light knocking punctured my apartment door.
I rushed over there to open the door for my customer of such caliber... She greeted me with a big grin and her nail playfully resting between her pearly teeth.
"'Name's Amanda. Photoshoot."
"Right! Come this way please." I then brought the beautiful woman to a portion of my apartment, where I had laid down a plain canvas for the photoshoot. She seemed very happy with how the set looked, even if in my head, it looked like a measly sheet of paper on the wall with a camera in front.
Amanda was her name, she stood beside the canvas and undressed her coat, dropping it straight to the wooden floor of my humble studio apartment.
"You said up to fifty pictures per session?" The customer exclaimed, looking at me standing behind the camera already.
"Yes, ma'am. I suggest you do five poses, ten pictures each. A standard if you will." My grin was slowly rising from this situation I got myself in.
"Don't tell me what to do, boy." Amanda's grin widened with a seductive look straight at me...
I couldn't hold it but smile at her words. She then stood right in front of the lenses, with a black, lacy underwear combination covering her beautifully aged body. Amanda was also wearing some sweet black heels on the set.
Facing the camera, she teasingly pulled both her bra strings aside, holding her top with her own hands and smirking at the camera. I only now realized, how attractive the woman looked. Her body was nowhere near the thirties, yet the woman mentioned her age swinging in the forties. Multiple camera clicks were heard before Amanda switched her stance, posing at different levels of erotic. She was presenting her body to both the camera and me, I couldn't feel happier.
Before the last couple of clicks, Amanda got rid of her bra and heels quickly. She then slowly slid her panties down to her knees, until they dropped down all the way to her ankles. Bending over from behind, Amanda winked at the camera. I got to work, blasting way more pictures than we agreed upon. My pants were slowly bulging from the very start, but I tried to act professional, she seemed to not mind it at all.
