Sunday, May 13, 2007
New Beginning 277
Kumari could see Mike’s lust in his eyes as she knelt in the waves, her crisp, white shirt unbuttoned down to her string-bikini bottom. It was a transition she’d watched many times before: the photographer would at first look at her with professional interest, posing her with an eye toward selling that precious bottle of perfume, or that perfect pair of shoes, or the little Gucci handbag you barely noticed dangling from her hand; then, the poses would get more provocative. Eventually, she’d realize she was posing entirely for his pleasure.
A gust of wind riffled through her hair. She clutched her shirt closed over her breasts, using the white linen like a bra to give her cleavage. Mike’s face glowed with approval as he snapped a few quick shots. Then, with a sultry, teasing grin on her lips, she let the wind tear the shirt from her fingers. Mike lifted his eye from the viewfinder and stared, hungry for her even as he tried to hide it. Without even looking in the viewfinder, he took a quick photo, then swallowed hard.
"I think that’s a bit over the top for this shoot," he told her. But he would print that photo; she was sure of it.
"Are we finished?" Kumari asked. She started buttoning her shirt.
"That should do it," Mike answered, though the bulge in his pants said he wouldn't mind continuing. He shook the sand off his shoes and dropped the camera into his bookbag, and said, "Thanks a lot, Principal Wornstaff. The yearbook editor's gonna love these."
Opening: Jenna Black.....Continuation: Takoda