One of the best and bitchiest is Lori, secretary to a v.p. This
red-headed
ice queen thinks she's too good to work here but here she sits,venting
her
spleen on her poor co-workers.
"Hi Lori. Here's the new p.r. shot of Mr. Logan. How's it look?"
"It'll do," she mutters, annoyed at any interruption, and snatches it
out of
my hand. "The papers never pick these releases anyway."
I lower my voice. "I just got a new flash in that I need to test."
She looks
bored. "I usually do a few portraits of my staff, but I'm tired of
shooting
those guys. If you come over to the studio and sit for five minutes, I
could
shoot a nice little portfolio for you, and give you prints for your
mother or
your boyfriend." She's more interested now - I've appealed to her
vanity and
greed.
"How many would I get," she asks, "and how long is this gonna take?"
"In five minutes I'll shoot a dozen, and I'll make 8" x 10"s of the
ones you
like. Come over at quitting time and I'll blast them off."
"I always leave early, so I'll be there at 4:45."
"See you then," I say pleased that the trap was set so easily.
She's strides into the studio on time; god forbid she should be late
getting
out. I point to the full-length mirror. "Please check your hair while
I
check my lights." I close and lock the door on my way past, and stand
by my
lights enjoying the view. She's standing with her back to me, brushing
her
long red hair. She's wearing a short, tight green dress that shows off
her
figure, her long legs encased in tan nylons, and white high heels. I
run my
eyes up and down, enjoying the sexy intimacy of watching her brush her
bright,
copper-colored hair. I also glance at cameras 1 and 2 to make sure
they are
both rolling. 1 is shooting her now, where I pre-focused it at the
mirror. 2
is pre-focused on the spot where she will pose. I'm getting some good
video
already.
"O.K.," she says, turning. "Where do you want me?"
I bite my tongue and pose her on the back drop, and run her through a
quick
series of poses, no more sexy than an average senior girl's portrait or
the
Penney's catalogue. With her figure, these look plenty sexy anyway.
She's
not a bad model, except she won't smile for me. "Aren't you done yet?
Hurry
up!" she whines.
"Let me get a few seated poses, and that'll be it." I put out a posing
stool
and direct her to sit. "I need to adjust this hair light. Keep facing
the
camera so I get it aimed right." I go behind her and rattle around
with the
light, then quickly bend and pick up a baggie from behind the backdrop.
I
open it, pull out my chloroform-soaked rag, and stride back behind her.
With
one motion I pin her arms to her sides with my left arm, while my right
hand
clamps the rag over her mouth and nose.
"MMMMMPPHH!" God! She's squirming like crazy, but I've got a good
grip on
her. The strong fumes are making me dizzy, or maybe it's the
excitement, or
both! Her struggles and screams soon get weaker, and then she goes
completely
limp. When I relax my grip, her head lolls forward, and her arms hang
straight down. Making sure she stays on the stool, I scoot around in
front of
her, and kneel down. In this position, it's fairly easy to grab her by
the
waist and pull her over my shoulder, and stand up. She's heavy! This
ain't
no waif or skinny teeny-bopper. I got me a full-grown woman! And she
feels
good!
I walk over to the mirror and admire the view, turning slowly so camera
1 gets
a good shot. Her bright hair is cascading down my back, and it looks
great!
Her stair-master legs and ass are firm and tight, and I turn so I can
see her
pretty hands with long, real fingernails swinging down near my ass.
I carry her into the control room and flop her on the couch. I gaze
down at
my prize. This haughty bitch is unconscious at my feet, helpless! Her
red
hair is splashed across the cushion, framing her pretty face with it's
few
freckles and her mouth hanging wide open. Her dress has ridden up,
showing me
her thighs and undies. Cute! I turn her and pull her hands behind her
back,
and tie her wrists with rope. I'm a hand freak, and I study the soft
beauty
of her slender hands, now bound tightly. I take the time to take a few
pictures, then I turn my attention to her feet. Looking at her pumps, I
wonder again how women can walk in these things. I'm sure glad they
do! I
tie her ankles together, then unbutton her top. I admire her lacy
white bra
for just a second before opening it to expose her soft, milky-white
tits.
Exquisite! I cup their silky softness. Ummm! I've had serious wood
since
the struggle, and now it's time to do something about it. I pull my
cock out,
and begin to rub it across her face. Wow! Her breathing gets quicker
(as
does mine) and her eyes start to flutter, and a second later she opens
them.
She rolls her eyes woozily for a few seconds, then suddenly they snap
into
focus, wide with shock and indignation. "What the fuck are you doing?
Stop
it!", she screams. The studio is sound-proof, but who wants noise when
they're trying to concentrate? I take a piece of black gaffer's tape,
and
press it firmly across her mouth. "MMMMPPHH!" Now that's music to my
ears.
I roll Lori toward the back of the couch and lay down behind her. I
fondle
her gorgeous tits and I shove my cock into her hands, telling her,
"There's
someone special I want you to meet. Shake hands gently. Ahhh! That's
it."
What am I going to do next? I do exactly what you would do in my
place, over
and over...
Lori is standing in front of the mirror, re-applying her make-up.
"God. I
never knew I could cum so many times. Could you please take my picture
again
soon?"
"I'll book a session for you one night next week. Come over to my
studio and
I'll shoot a whole portfolio for you."
"I'd like that."