Smile, Pose & More (Wave and Anastasia)

[WaveVelour]

In spite of being a modest one, owning a small business in the downtown area still proved to be quite pricy. The rents were higher than ever, requiring its owner to work more than before. For someone who loved her job, it wasn’t that bad though. What started as a hobby for Megan had quickly escalated to be a full time job that paid her bills. After collage, she had worked in different kinds of jobs, although the young woman had quickly realized she was better off herself. She had always been an independent individual. Taking a risk, she had started her own business as a photographer two years ago and never looked back since then. It was surely better to work for herself rather than someone else. Yes, it required her to work more, but she didn’t mind a busy schedule in the pursuit of her dreams. Especially in these early years, she didn’t really have the luxury of being picky with her clients to stay in the business. Small or big, she needed any kind of job that paid. To attract more clients, she was partnered with a few agencies, offering generous discounts to people. Since then, she was doing better financially, even thinking about expanding and perhaps moving to a bigger place. Her mandatorily busy schedule of course affected her social life, but it didn’t really take anything away from her cheerful nature and self-esteem.

The small studio she owned was located on the ground floor of a plaza that housed many other small businesses, as well as a few bigger ones. She also had a basement floor where she actually took the photos of her clients. Since the lighting was easier to manage in a place that didn’t have windows, it suited her needs as well. Megan used the ground floor as her office, where she greeted and talked with her guests. One side of the room was isolated to act as a dressing room. For pretty much everything else, she led her guests downstairs. Leading people to her dark basement, that’s how she sometimes jokingly explained her job to her friends. In truth, she actually was a kinky girl who liked to experience new sensations. That being said, without anybody to share some intimate moments with, her life had been a little bland lately.

Although Megan liked to stay behind the camera, she held the necessary allure to be successful in front of it as well. She was a charming young woman with some decent traits. More than once, her striking figure had managed to help her close deals with her clients. Being someone who knew the dirty side of the business, she was never tempted to be the one who gave the poses though, except the private ones she did for her special partners. Like usual, she was casually dressed today as well. A pair of skinny jeans hugged her legs, defining the shapely features of her hips. On top, she wore a dark, open shoulder blouse that hung loosely on her.

Sitting behind her desk in a quiet Thursday afternoon, Megan checked the clock. She was waiting for her appointment to arrive, an ambitious girl younger than the 25-year-old photographer. It always cheered the young woman to work with passionate, young clients. It made Megan think of herself when she first decided to start her own business to do what she liked. Although people who posed for her carried different ambitions than her, she still liked to encourage them, whether whom she worked with actually had model material or not. It was part of her deal anyway, to direct her subjects to greedy agencies and not to dishearten fresh models who came from one. Over time, the photographer had learned to be a cunning woman because of that. Her lips smiled in yet another cunning smile when she heard the doorbell rang. She quickly got to her feet, striding across her office to answer the door, black stands of her almost waist length hair subtly swaying behind her.

 

[Anastasia2017]

What kind of a job are you going to get studying history? It was what virtually everyone asked when she told them what subject she was going to do at college. The truth was that Fabiana Joanna Fenwick had no idea. It was just what she happened to get her highest grade in and it was the only faculty in any case that accepted her. But she was looking forward to starting in September even if she was not that academic and had aspirations elsewhere.

A lot of people often told the 18 year old what to do, whether they be her parents, teachers, career advisers, boys she went out with and even those who described themselves as her mate. But she could be very obstinate and impetuous. Some she might listen to though not necessarily agree with them nor follow their suggestions. Others she didn't even bother with at all. If anything, she wanted to be just herself and make her own decisions regardless of the consequences. She tended to live life on the basis of trial and error.

Being over six feet tall and built like a beanstalk, it was doubtful if she was right to seek out a future in the fashion trade. It wasn't that she had an aesthetic eye neither nor had a good taste in clothes. It also didn't help her wanting to be a model with her being rather gaunt, fairly flat-chested and plain looking. Of course there had been exceptions but even her hair was a rather strange colour which she preferred to describe as strawberry blonde. Yet it had been an aspiration since she was very small but never did anything about it. A few times in the past she had been tempted to go for a photoshoot but she was probably too young.

Finally she decided to bite the bullet and arranged to have an audition at a small independent photographers. There was always her history course to fall back on, Fabiana convinced herself. It didn't matter if she wasn't too bright, she knew she was unique. Before leaving for her appointment, she mediated sitting in a lotus position in a dark corner of her bedroom. Yoga was one of her loves and she wanted to be ready with a tranquil mind. Self-examination also provide a much needed boost her confidence.

When she arrived, the downtown premises looked smaller than she thought as she pressed the doorbell. The teen hadn't been too bothered what she was dressed in, believing it was her that they were assessing. They were the professionals after all and she was sure they were not going to take any snaps of her in whatever she was wearing. A black and white floral patterned flared tunic top with a scoop neck and long sleeves sufficed with a pair of grey leggings.

"Am I at the right place? I mean this is where I'm supposed to be." Fabiana was stuck for words when a woman with an open shoulder blouse answered the door. It was an understatement to say that she was a little nervous all of a sudden. "It was you who I spoke to on the phone, I think."

 

[WaveVelour]

Other than an ornate name, Megan didn’t know much about her current appointment. She was the one who took the photos after all, not who reviewed them. Visage of a young girl was what the photographer found behind her door. Like always, she gained a warm smile to greet her guest. At first glance, little miss looked to be quite nervous. Since her job required her to meet with a lot of people, Megan had learned to read her clients just by their looks. It only gave her a shallow idea about the person she served. Being a people person, she liked to dig a little deeper though. She worked alone in her studio. And company of another was quite welcomed as the cunning brunette enjoyed meeting new faces. Especially when it was as pretty as the one in her doorway.

“Yeah, welcome to Megan’s dry cleaning! What can I do for you?” The young brunette jokingly suggested, recognizing the voice of the girl. She hadn’t seen Fabiana before, only talked to her over the phone. For a moment, Megan spent some time eying her guest. By now, it had been an instinctive action to glance at her clients. She could already tell this young individual had the necessary features to become an editorial model. A slender, tall figure with slim measurements. Standing an average 5”6, she had to look up at her taller and younger counterpart to make eye contact with the girl. “You must be Fabiana. Came for the photoshoot, right? I’m Megan.” The talkative brunette introduced herself. “Come on in.” She added with a wink tossed at the blonde.

Advantages of owning a small place, the two didn’t need to do much walking just to take a seat. Megan led the girl inside her neatly decorated office. The woman sat at her desk, pointing to one of the guest chairs in front of the white table. Leaning a bit over the desk, she set her eyes on her young guest. “So, we’re gonna prepare a portfolio for you.” Megan beamed from her seat. She was an energetic person who liked what she did. Her cheerfulness reflected that nicely too, the woman already seeming eager to see the young girl in her camera frame. “A few close ups. Some body shots.” She briefed her client. When all was done, Megan was supposed to send the photos to one of her contractual agencies.

From her seat, the brunette looked up and down at her guest. She looked to be a charmer, and actually could see her striking a deal for a modelling job. Unfortunately, Megan had no authority in fashion industry. Her job here was to emphasize her client’s strong points in photos, making them as alluring as possible for a more powerful self-promotion.

 

[Anastasia2017]

It had never been made clear to Fabiana who she was actually dealing with. She confused the photographer with the agency who would get her some work. Or more than likely she was not really listening as she had a problem with her concentration span. The teen was even more muddled when told she was at the dry cleaner's not quite catching the joke at first though she had hardly been coherent herself about who she was. At least she was happy that Megan seemed to be a happy and bubbly person that contrasted with her own much more dour personality.

The mention of the word portfolio gave the strawberry blonde a great sense of self-importance, causing a radiant smile to light up her often sombre face. The photographer made it sound sop simple and obvious even to minds that always did not move too fast. Looking admiringly over towards Megan, Fabiana thought that perhaps she was he one who should be the model though yet again she also seemed more than competent about her job.

"Excuse me, do you have a studio? It isn't here?" The would-be freshman had been looking around the office, wondering where she would be carrying out the photoshoot but there didn't seems to be anywhere it could be. From outside, it seemed that there was nowhere else it could be. It was another puzzle that bewildered Fabiana. Her mind started racing, assuming it must be somewhere else. But why was she invited there, she asked herself.

"What about the costumes and outfits? Do you have a warehouse?" The place would need to be four-dimensional if she understood the concept. It made her mind boggle not for the first time. Fabiana thought that maybe she did worked for a catalogue and if any of her snaps are good they could be included. She began to become excited as if everything was looking rosy for her and that she could avoid having to study history.

 

[WaveVelour]

It was true that her young guest lacked some of the curves she had. However, Megan didn’t know whether the girl was aware of it or not, but a sleek and slender body was actually very sought-after properties in the fashion industry. The blonde had a charming face too, a naïve looking innocence dominated her visage. Thanks to her body type, she could practically slip into any kind of dress. A qualification Megan actually envied. Finding a suitable outfit for the girl honestly didn’t seem to be an issue. Fabiana somewhat had to work on her smile though. Not everything was about good looks after all. She also needed an inviting countenance to back it up.

Signed up for an indoor shooting, Megan of course had a place to take the girl’s photos. The young brunette pointed at the windows in her office. Daylight flew through them made the room bright and well lit, forming a pleasant work environment for the photographer. “I’m sure you look very pretty in daylight dear.” Megan claimed. At the same time, she knew about the importance of a controlled illumination in professional photography. “It would overexpose your image though. Wash your charm away.” The woman nodded. She was in no hurry to take the girl downstairs. It was difficult to capture natural, frank images when her subject wasn’t relaxed. “It’s downstairs, don’t worry.” Megan eventually explained.

Still trying to figure out which expression would fit this particular client the most, the photographer kept her inspective gaze on the girl. While her hands remained on top of the desk, her eyes undressed the young blonde to uncover her secrets. “Can you stand up?” Megan suddenly darted up from her seat. Long steps she took drew her closer to her guest. The woman walked around the table to stand next to the girl. “You’re pretty tall.” Megan put her hands on her waist. “So we may bring your legs to the forefront.” She thought aloud. Fabiana owned a straight form, a fit body like a ruler. Her dress should be something to allow her to highlight her frail features, all the while giving the girl some shape.

“How would you define yourself?” Megan asked, her hand signaling the girl to stand up. “Self enclosed? Outgoing? Mysterious? Curious?” The studio owner quickly listed a few personality traits. Sadly, being a model was less about who she was, and more about what suited her looks. Similar to how she chose a dress, sometimes the profession she wanted required her to pick a personality for the camera. This time however, Megan’s question was genuine, actually wanting to know how her slender guest would describe herself.

 

[Anastasia2017]

How charming was she. Efficient too. And so professional. Fabiana had nothing but praise for the photographer. She seemed so competent about her job. She knew exactly what she was doing. It helped to put herself at ease. The aspiring model was so impressed with her but also thought she was pretty too. She loved her raven-colour long locks, not to mention her dress sense. Not only that but Megan said such endearing things about her that gave her such confidence. Could the 18-year old be such a natural, as she suggested. Due to her height, the strawberry blonde wasn't so sure if she could fit any dress but assumed the implication was that she would be suited to virtually all styles.

It made Fabiana feel like a goddess after she was asked to stand up and the photographer walked around to her. She knew how gaunt and bony she was, almost anorexic, but when she felt her waist, it made the teen feel voluptuous rather than scrawny and underdeveloped. She was a little lost for words though when Megan asked her to define herself until she was prompted with pertinent hints. "Self-enclosed, yeah. A kind of a wallfower. I suppose mysterious too." It was much more edifying than being called a loner as she often judged herself. Mysterious also sounded much better than weird or being perplexed.

Throughout her life, the strawberry blonde was a bit of a misfit, unsure who she really was and where she fitted. Her parents had been quite overbearing that clipped her wings. Socially any boyfriend was frowned upon though she had managed to have her cherry popped. But that was another story and a rather unsatisfactory one about an encounter she preferred not to talk about. But it affected her limited relationships with the opposite sex. It never helped that she never quite knew where her life was going as if she was drifting through it with other people all trying to make decisions for her.

After it had been pointed out to her that the studio was in the basement, she tried to envisage what it would be like and how would it feel in front of the camera. She could be anyone. The outfit and the photographer could take her to another world, where perhaps she could eventually find her identity if that was what she wanted though it could be much more than one. "I feel you can make me into an exquisite model. A mystical one, a magical one." As she stood in front of Megan, she was day dreaming, imagining her height not as a beanpole but in stature and prominence too. It happened to other people, why not her.

 

[WaveVelour]

When the young beauty stood up from her seat to make a nice display of her straight body, Megan circled around the girl to inspect her form from different angles. Being an optimist, she could always find something positive about her clients. Fabiana was no different as the photographer could think of some jobs that suited someone of her physique. “Alright. Good.” The brunette woman finally stopped walking around her subject. Her inspection had given her some ideas, the best way to sell this girl to an agency. She stood behind her tall guest. Her soft hands lightly grasped the girl from her narrow waist. To feel the contour of the girl’s slender body through her dress, she moved her hands up and down as if tracing the opposite edges of a narrow rectangle. Her paws soon returned to the girl’s waist again. This time, her soft hands squeezed the blonde’s body firmer than before. “Mmhmm.” The photographer nodded. Perhaps the sleek girl wouldn’t make a pin-up model, but sleek features of her thin body could be used to promote many fashion designers’ work.

“Self-enclosed wouldn’t work.” Megan suggested. If the girl wanted to be a model, she needed to have good communicative skills behind the camera. “We’ll go with mysterious.” The photographer let go of the girl’s waist, facing the girl not to talk to her back. Similar to how a complicated puzzle attracted intellectual people, a mystery could help the girl draw others’ curious gazes on her body. If she wanted to climb the steps of fame, she needed as many eyes as possible staring at her form, asking question about her. Sure, some of them would be looking at the girl with questionable intentions, but being a model was no easy task.

Slowly taking control of things as a director should be, Megan held the girl’s hand and tugged at her arm like an eager puppy. She practically dragged the young model candidate across her office, leading her to another door. Apparently, her workplace was bigger than it looked. The door opened to a small changing room. Still, there wasn’t a generous free space in there. But it was a crowded room. Multiple clothing racks offered numerous outfits for her clients to try. They weren’t of best quality, but Megan didn’t run a renowned boutique either. The woman quickly browsed through her limited collection, trying to find something that would suit this particular girl’s needs. Fabiana had made the right decision to wear black, but Megan wasn’t entirely pleased with the pattern. She picked a black mini dress for the girl with white polka dots. Round patterns were a thin girl’s friend after all. “Try this. Lose the leggings.” The photographer offered. She kept standing in the room, Megan not looking to be intended of giving the girl some privacy while changing.

 

[Anastasia2017]

Never had she seen so many clothes. And so compactly crammed into such a confined location. There was little space for one let alone two as Fabiana was led in by the guiding hand of the raven-haired photographer. Apart from being so adept, Megan seemed like such a tactile person, lovingly clutching the eager model's waist multiple times when checking put her wiry body. The strawberry blonde enjoyed being touched, normally having so little physical contact with anyone.

"I'm so spoiled for choice. I wouldn't know what to try on first." She pouted her nose at her adopted mentor and then offered her a beaming smile when she was handed such an enchanting two-toned outfit chosen for her. All of her unattainable dreams seemed to be coming true. "For me? Do you think so? Isn't it too stunning for me." Fabiana held the skimpy dress up, unsure how much of her gangly frame it would cover.

There was no separate changing room that she could see, not that one could ever be fitted in such a restricted area. There was not even a chair for her to sit on when taking off her leggings and had to remove them by keeping hold of the photographer to help her keep her balance and not fall on her face. It was needless to say that she also needed to take off her flared tunic top which proved to be equally awkward, especially in pulling her arms out of the long sleeves when the rest of the garment had been tugged up and remained halfway over her head.

Completing the burden, Fabiana stood there in a white lightweight, soft-cup training bra that resembled more of a crop top through her breasts were so embryonic. Almost matching at least in colour was a pair of functional boy shorts-style panties that were so tight at the crutch that they displayed such a conspicuous camel toe. Little was left to the imagination about the shape of her rather puffed up labia that sat so low on her vulva.

"I think you better help me with the polka dot mini. I wouldn't want to rip it putting it on." She scrunched her nose up at Megan in her appeal as she handed back the dress to her while wondering if the straps of her bralette would show and whether she should have also taken it off.

 

[WaveVelour]

Lighter colors admittedly might have looked better on someone like Fabiana, but wearing black would give her a more professional look in this case. In Megan’s case, she would chose to clad her body in black to look slimmer. Obviously her younger client didn’t need that though. The brunette’s compacter body acted as a support for the girl as she pulled her leggings down as instructed. Having taken all kinds of photos, she was used to see her guests barely clothed, and sometimes in their birthday suit. With her top removed next, this one soon stood only in her underwear too. Sporty and comfortable seemed to be today’s choice for Fabiana. The bottom piece especially hugged the girl’s petite hips well, defining the young blonde’s womanhood rather well, giving the photographer some ideas about what she would find if she were to get into the girl’s panties.

“Ooh, will you ask me to undress you as well?” The photographer giggled when the girl asked her assistance. “Sure, come on.” The woman helped her young subject with the dress, helping her wear the short length piece. When it was done, Megan tugged on the ruffle hem of the dress for some finishing touches. Drop waist garment reached down to the slender girl’s mid-thigh, emphasizing the blonde’s long legs. It didn’t offer a cleavage, dark fabric not requiring Fabiana to get rid of her bra, although the photographer wouldn’t have minded if she did. There were no visible loops on the short dress, but Megan wanted a belt still. “Let’s see…” The woman chose a black accessory that matched the dress. She ran the thin belt around Fabiana’s waist, tightening the leather article more than necessary to both shape and emphasize the girl’s waistline. “Alright, put on your boots dear.” The studio owner advised. “I guess I can take you to my basement now.” The cunning photographer tossed a wink at her guest.

Downstairs, dull gray walls surrounded laminate wood flooring. A white vinyl backdrop was centered against the wall. Four soft boxes that stood on stands were aimed at the stage, contributing even lighting and preventing harsh shadows. It was a rather simple setup. Only a stool stood in front of the backdrop. Camera was already attached to the tripod, looking at the stage. Before anything else, Megan turned the air conditioning on as the room could get quite hot without it. Depending on whose photos she took, things could get hot still. There were more clothing racks downstairs. A vanity table was positioned in one corner. Several lights attached to the square mirror frame, the desk offered many makeup products. Megan pulled out the chair for her young friend, inviting the girl to sit at the desk. “Come here, darling.” She flashed a smile at Fabiana, acting as if her client was already a renowned model.

 

[Anastasia2017]

An angled full length mirror made everything seem even more surreal. It was suspended from the ceiling, presumably due to the lack of space, but through it Fabiana could see a reflection of herself in her underwear as the photographer helped her put on the dress that she wanted her to model in. The strawberry blonde teen just hoped that none of the scattered tufts of public hair, that were of a shade more flush than the long locks on her head, were poking out of the gusset part of her briefs. She had meant to shave herself or at least trim some of the longer strands but didn't quite get around to it before the appointment for the photoshoot.

Belts were not something that the pending history student often wore. The way Megan tightened it around her waist made her feel as if she was being parceled up into a decorative present. It was similar with the matching black leather boots that were surprisingly thigh high. Fabiana never had any before above the knee, most had just covered the ankle. The strawberry blonde felt that she was being given trials and tribulations in the art of being able to dress herself but which she feared she may already have been failing. The sheer task of fastening the lacing on the crocodile muckers alone presented her with cerebral challenges.

The high-heeled boots must have made her head reach the sky and didn't make it any easier to walk down the spiral staircase to the basement. The 18 year old was still unsure what was implied by the wink from the photographer, ruling out that she couldn't possibly be flirting with her. She preferred to take it was a positive gesture similar to a 'thumbs-up' approval to help her confidence that she needed.

Yet there it was. The stage was waiting for her, not to mention the lighting and waiting camera. It may not have been quite as lavish as she expected but Fabiana was in virtual tears. There was even a vanity table ready for her to be metamorphosized. When she was called so endearingly to take her seat to be made beautiful there was no way in stopping the trickling flow from her emerald green eyes. Often she could be rather emotional. "You've been so nice to me. Thank you." She sat down stiflingly a little, trying to regain her composure.

 

[WaveVelour]

Flirting with her guests, regardless of their gender or preferences, had always been a guilty pleasure for the photographer. It made things more fun for the woman, although there had been a few clients she missed because of it. Without an agency attached to them, new faces like Fabiana were easier to play upon. Upon taking a seat, Megan stood behind her young guest. Her hands held the blonde from the shoulders, the studio owner giving her client a light massage, while Fabiana admired herself in the mirror. Soon, Megan too entered the frame. She leaned over, placing her charming face next to her subject and put her head on the girl’s shoulder. Like usual, she couldn’t help but preen herself a little in the presence of a mirror. How she looked wasn’t important right now though, it was Fabiana who had to look alluring.

“Oh, look at these legs.” The photographer cheered when her eyes caught a glimpse of her guests booted legs. It honestly was an envious sight. Despite the length of the thigh high boots Fabiana wore, a wide band of skin was still exposed below the girl’s short dress, especially when the girl sat down like that. The young brunette’s eyes found the girl’s in the mirror. “Look how pretty you are!” Megan smiled at the cute reflection of the two. “Buut, camera lens might take some of it away. The trick is exaggeration.” The photographer explained. She moistened her lips by subtly licking them. Her moist lips found Fabiana’s closer cheek next as Megan planted a wet smooch on the girl. It was a loud one too. Given how it shined under the light, the spot where her lips touched was pretty clear in the mirror. The woman pointed out that wet spot on the girl’s cheek. “You see that? That’s your biggest enemy.” She of course wasn’t talking about herself, kiss of a cunning woman. “Reflection. You don’t want that, alright?” Megan lectured the girl in her own way.

Since the young girl carried an innocent beauty, Megan didn’t really need to do much to make her pretty. In such a young age, the 18 year old already had a clear and smooth skin. Megan still contoured the girl’s face on top of a thin layer of foundation, to sharpen her cheekbones and such. If the blonde had indeed nailed a modelling job, she of course would have professional makeup artists to take care of her. But for now, she had to settle with the photographer. Megan highlighted the girl’s green eyes, used dark shades to define them. “So, what do you do? Working somewhere, studying something?” For the sake of conversation, the brunette photographer asked. On top of it all, the woman applied some powder on the girl’s charming face, to ensure an evenly lit, smooth skin. It all admittedly added a few years to the young girl’s age, but it was kind of necessary for indoor shootings. With that, Fabiana was ready for the photoshoot. Patting the girl on the shoulder, Megan left her guest at the desk. “Stage is yours sweety.” She positioned herself behind the camera, adjusting some of the settings.

 

[Anastasia2017]

If she had to choose between being cuddled by a girl or cuddled by a boy, Fabiana would choose a female every time. They were much more gentle, they felt much more softer and their skin was much more smooth. The fairer sex also usually smelled much better too. The 18 year old felt much safer in their company. No doubt she was influenced by her sexual encounter with the brother of one of her friends, who popped her cherry in an experience she would prefer to forget. Her preference though did not mean she was lesbian as she often long thought about the day she would get married and have children.

When Megan put her face next to hers, the aspiring model could only think how sweet she was, pretty too. Her dark features contrasted with her own, as indeed did her curvaceous figure with her own scrawny shape. The photographer's perfume was much more potent too. Her skin felt so silky next to her cheek. Fabiana did not quite know what to think when a soppy kiss was planted on the side of her face with almost a sonic boom. It only confused her as it seemed she was trying to explain something about shiny images as far as she could understand. Yet she was still impressed. "So much you know. I'm so pleased I come."

"I really wish I was as lovely as you." She was going to have an effective rebirth she hoped from the personal attention the raven haired lady was going to give to her. Moisturiser, foundation cream, whatever else she needed. She was being treated already as a diva. The transformation she could see in the mirror as the stage was all set. "I was due to start studying history but I may not need to go to college after all." Fabiana hoped that she did not sound too boastful. She must keep her head out of the clouds. She didn't want to be delusional but it was all moving in her favour she knew.

 

[WaveVelour]

Complimenting the brunette photographer was an easy and almost unfair way of winning the woman over. She was surely flattered by all the pleasant things her client had to say about her, not to the point that it would distract Megan from doing her job though as the woman kept meddling with her camera. “History, huh?” She called out from where she stood, still trying to make sure everything about color and lighting suited her needs. Megan of course wasn’t the one to judge the girl about her academic choices, or question what she did with her life. The photographer admittedly didn’t know much about history. The first thing that appeared in her mind upon hearing the word was Fabiana sitting in a library, surrounded by books for some reason. “You might have made a cute bookworm if you ask me.” Megan claimed, finally managing to find the right set of manual adjustments that she was pleased with.

From the looks of it, Megan had done a good job of the girl’s makeup as Fabiana remained seated at the desk to admire herself more in the mirror. Just as she promised, the curvier photographer had exaggerated the girl’s features, which might have seemed different for someone who preferred a more natural look most of the time. The woman tossed her dark stands back and gave her slender guest a look. The energetic brunette was hardly the most patient girl in the industry and could get quite demanding sometimes. Long steps she took once again drew her near the girl. Similar to how she hauled the young blonde into the dressing room before, Megan persistently led her petite client in front of the camera. “Come on. Off we go.” She added with a chuckle. Directing them, telling people what to do was kind of a necessity of her job. However, the assertive brunette liked ordering around anyway, especially in bed as her boyfriend would verify.

A portfolio shooting was a rather simple job for Megan. It didn’t require a thematic composition or a complicated backdrop. However, since the photos were going to be used to advertise Fabiana, they were still in a way more important than others for the girl. “Alright, from now on, you’ll be too shy to look at me. Understand?” Megan began to tell the basics in her own way, telling the girl not to stare directly at the camera. She held the girl’s chin after that. “Chin down for close ups. Up for others.” Her other hand settled on a lower point of her model’s body as Megan grasped the girl’s exposed thigh below the skirt of the black dress. “Part your legs. One leg slightly bent.” The photographer pulled one of the blonde’s long legs to spread them wider. Next, Megan’s soft hands grabbed the girl’s, leading them to Fabiana’s narrow waist. “One hand always lower than the other.” Among a barrage of instructions, the woman lightly patted the back of her hand against the blonde’s stomach. “First, we’ll act as if I kicked you in the belly.” She told the girl to pull her hips back a little. “Then, as if I smacked your bum.” As told, Megan didn’t shy away from landing a soft slap across the model’s sleek bottom. “Sounds good?” After her general instructions were over, the brunette artist walked back to grab the camera.

 

[Anastasia2017]

How flexible did she think the would-be model could be. Fabiana practically felt like a peice of putty in her hands, being molded into shape and pulled one way and another. A prod here, a nudge there. Face up and look down. Was it so difficult to pose for a photograph? And then there were her more intimate parts, faded into the obscurity of discreet shadows as her legs were spread apart, enticed by a subtle hand on her bare thigh. "You really are so fabulous." The strawberry blonde teen was in awe of the way the photograph moved her around with such finesse and professionalism.

Then there were the facial expressions that needed to be carved out to project different images of herself. How many different emotions could there be? The beanpole teen was being reinvented in ways that were completely aloof to her. It was such a steep learning curve for her, too arduous though in many respects. It was as though she was in a vacuum with her body separately exploited for the photographs about to be taken. If anything she was often very obedient and did not mind being physically manouevered around. Her only response was to scrunch up her nose in a trademark gesture of hers that could mean many things, including seeking approval she was doing what she had been told.

"I'm always too shy, a bit afraid and wary in case I'm not doing things right. I was hoping modelling would make me more confident and into a more complete person." She craved to be wanted and admired, to be really appreciated. But none of her teachers at High School could really guide her nor even comfort her. What she liked about the raven haired currently framing her was the amount of personal attention she was paying to her. Fabiana was convinced that she wanted her to succeed. Not only was she helping but she thought Megan was determined to see it through.

The rap on her stomach only made Fabiana laugh, initially as a giggle, then a chortle until it became more of a cackle and a bray. It turned it more of a frenzy when she playfully smacked on the bottom as if she was a small child. How much she was beginning to love this person, not so much in a passionate or sexual way, but in an affectionate and admiring one, even unconditional. "Everything you say sounds good to me. You're so irreproachable." The strawberry blonde did not mean it as being virtuous in particular but more faultless. His instinct was to reach out to the camera after the photographer returned to behind the tripod, feeling as if they were on similar wavelengths. How much both wanted this to work, it seemed.

 

[WaveVelour]

Given her previous experiences, Megan had always been able to capture nicer, more alluring photos when her subjects were relaxed and comfortable. Physical contact was one way to break the ice and establish a friendly relationship with the girl. Being a newcomer in the fashion industry, Fabiana needed more direction than anyone else. Megan didn’t entirely believe that something called natural talent existed, that someone could be born for modelling, out of the box. Like everything else, with the right motivation, everyone could learn how to look good on camera, how to be a marketable face. The photographer was glad to help the girl as innocence was a property she fancied a lot, something she saw a lot in this little miss. Confidence was an important trait to have in the business too. Most of the time, it was a strong feel of self-assurance what led people in the fashion industry. Someone seeking to be a model to find confidence, like in this case, was a rarer occurrence.

“Mmm, it seems like I have a fan.” Megan quipped with a smirk. She framed the blonde’s slender body in the camera and pressed the little button to take the first of many photos of the young model. “Maybe I should get your phone number after this.” The cunning artist implied, looking at the girl through the camera’s digital screen, although she of course already had Fabiana’s number. As she was, Megan took a few more photos of the girl. The addicting little noise of the shutter closing, the mirror slapping back into place repeatedly breezed across the basement floor. “Alright, say cheese.” Megan’s camera clicked another time. “I’m joking. Don’t do that.” The young photographer added quickly. “Mysterious, alright?” She reminded. “What makes someone mysterious? You need a secret!” The photographer suggested in the middle of the shooting.

For the body shots, Megan captured the slender girl from different angles. Each snap emphasized a different feature of the young blonde, but the main focus remained on Fabiana’s long legs. “Lips slightly parted. Yeah. Don’t be afraid to show some teeth.” Unending instructions of the woman kept coming from behind the camera. “Feet shoulder width apart, knees stuck together.” Megan kept doing her job, taking more photos for the girl’s portfolio. “Alright! Hands on waist. One leg up. Make a figure four.” Her finger on the shutter button, the photographer let the girl follow her commands as much as she could. Every move of Fabiana meant another photo. “Take a long step. Your body resists though and falls behind. Only legs are moving, right?” For someone new, Megan’s quick commands could have made less sense, but the woman went ahead with it anyway.

When the studio owner was satisfied with the number of photos she had taken so far, Megan thought it was time to move on to the next step, capturing close-ups of her young client. In those, nearly everything was about expressions. She needed a different lens for those as well. While changing it, her eyes found the young model, beaming above her stretched lips. “You can sit down, dear.” Wearing various expressions on cue was no easy task, especially to look natural while doing so. Not everyone was a talented actor after all. Confusion mixed with a little shock, that was the first expression Megan wanted to capture. She looked down to focus on the task on hand, switching lenses. To catch the facial expression she desired, the photographer needed a daring suggestion. “To take the close-ups, I’ll sit on your lap.”

 

[Anastasia2017]

"But if I have a secret and tell anyone, it won't be a secret anymore, would it? It has to stay secret, hasn't it?" What secret she was supposed to have, Fabiana had no idea at all. She searched and searched her mind. What did she know more than anyone else? Nothing really. Many others were much brighter than herself. Eventually she figured out that it could only be about herself. Most secrets she guessed were probably about crimes people commit, even murders. Lots didn't want to tell each other how much money they had or earned. Another category she thought of course would be about sex, but she didn't have any secret lovers.

"I suppose I could imagine I had secret lovers. I'm not sure who they may be." The strawberry blonde did not rule out having a girlfriend. It was something she had thought about but not very seriously but it sounded as if it could be exciting. She never did like boys that much even if she had let one fuck her but turned out quite messy. The way the photographer was looking after her wasn't as a lover but she was so caring towards her. It was not sexual though not that she wanted it to be. But Fabiana wouldn't mind if it was even if it could never happen and be only something she could only ever dream about. Couldn't that be a secret?

When she was asked to open her mouth, the aspiring model pouted her lips. Told to show her teeth, she pictured herself biting Megan's tongue but had no chance to labour on such a raunchy thing to do as there was no rest in the amount of manoeuvres she was asked to do, come of them seemed so convoluting. In how many different directions could she move her feet, knees, legs, arms, hands, head. Even her fanny if she had wanted her too. It was as if she was a puppet on a string being manipulated by the photographer. But if truth be told, Fabiana was loving the touching and physical contact. It was so missing in her normal life.

"How can you sit on my lap? Shouldn't it be I sit on yours?" It was a welcome relief to her to be given a seat after having such an inexhaustible number of snaps taken of her in an infinite multitude of poses standing up. With her height, it would be awkward for her to sit on Megan's lap to do some close-ups. Fabiana appreciated that it might be easiest the other way around as she had proposed, just she never had anyone perch themselves on her. That is except her cat Jessie, but who didn't count and would probably scratch Megan if she ever found out. "You've got such a more inviting figure than me though. I think I would need to grip you tight around your voluptuous waist, if it is alright?" She worried if she was being too forward with her.

 

[WaveVelour]

While the young girl concerned herself with thoughts about her possible secrets and crucial topics on who should be sitting on whose lap, Megan snapped many authentic photos of her client’s cute face. In spite of what she claimed earlier, she didn’t need to get too close to her subject to take close up photos of the young model. It was of course an innocent trick to force a natural expression upon Fabiana. The cunning photographer wasn’t kind of woman who would shy away from sitting on one’s lap, just not for photography purposes. It was kind of cute though, watching her little client naively question her claim, think about the possible lovers she might have. Such naivety could be easily taken advantage of in the fashion industry though. The young girl better watched out for the insidious sharks in the water. The photographer had actually contracts with some of those said opportunist agencies. Had deals with them to direct her promising customers to them.

In comparison to her size zero guest, Megan could be admittedly at the curvier side of the spectrum. Especially when the close fittings pants she wore put such an undeniable emphasis on her hips. The woman liked working with outgoing, communicative people more. Instead of talking behind her back, she would rather prefer them to speak about her backside. The photographer lowered the camera down. With the last photos taken, Fabiana’s shooting was pretty much over, another job done well. “Grip me tight, huh?” The photographer raised her dark brows at the suggestion. Holding the camera in one hand, she strode across the studio, walking between the light stands and towards the girl. The stool Fabiana was sitting didn’t seem to have been made for two. When it lacked a backrest, when one couldn’t lean back on it, she doubted her guest could last long having the young brunette on her lap as Megan could get really wild sometimes.

“I’m getting a lot of compliments today!” The woman leaned down a bit. Being a self-assured and a little arrogant lady, she didn’t seem slightly timid or bashful. Maybe not her bum, but Megan put one of her knees on the stool, between the girl’s long legs. Since her client seemed to have trouble finding a significant secret earlier, the photographer figured she perhaps had to give her one herself. “Can you hold it for me a little?” Megan handed the camera to the young model candidate. That thing was heavier than it looked. It wasn’t light in value either and should be handled with care. When the woman stood this close to her guest, her overwhelming perfume once again breezed through the seated girl. She held her cute guest from the chin, tilting her head slightly up. Megan showed no hesitation as she pressed her soft lips to Fabiana’s in a lingering kiss, if she hadn’t known already, letting the young model know how it felt to kiss another girl.

 

[Anastasia2017]

It seemed as though the photoshoot may have finally been completed. Fabiana could not say it was not a relief. So many snaps Megan took and and from every angle as well as the multitude of poses that her beanpole model was repeatedly asked to hold. Never would she have thought how detailed it would be and all taken of just one outfit chosen for her to wear. Maybe there would be more with other clothing but then again how inexhaustible would it be.

"Oh you were just teasing me. You're so funny too." She had taken whatever the photographer said so serious, missing out that she seemed to have been just joking when asking to sit on her knee. Fabiana was wondering what to expect next from her when she suddenly lifted her own leg and planted a knee so unladylike between her thighs. Being so near to brushing her panties, surely she couldn't be a paraphiliac interested in frotteurism if she only knew what it meant. The strawberry blonde held her breath until she found out it was yet another stunt when instead she was asked to hold the hallowed camera that had such powers.

Being on guard, the aspiring model could only bite her bottom lip and screw her nose up at the photographer. How much prosperity did she hold in not one but both hands given the wait of the optical device. What did she know that Fabiana had no idea about. The blonde was at her mercy. Was it to be a prize or punishment. In the end it turned out to be an astonishing full smacker on her partly open mouth. Automatically her eyes closed as if to appreciate the benefits of the enduring smooth. What the teen had not expected was how her thighs acted as a clamp around Megan's knee. She had been won over and did not want it to end.

"Was that a salutation for saying thanks? If it was it is me who should be giving your a reward." The magic of the moment she wanted to hold onto. Her puppy eyes had gone all gooey but then realised she was still hanging on to her camera as she heard the shutter inadvertently go click. "Are we finished for the day as I would have to crease your polka dot mini. Or what else do you want me to try on."

 

[WaveVelour]

During her soft kiss, Megan could hear the pleasant shutter sound she liked to hear so much one last time coming out of her camera, or was it the girl’s heart clapping beneath her small chest? Regardless, as gently as they touched Fabiana’s face, the photographer’s lips slowly pulled out as the woman drew herself back. Her eyelids opened up to reveal her bright eyes. The young model had no idea how big of a tease her cunning host could be. So much so that she would have found Megan’s teasing to be a frustrating experience rather than an entirely funny one. As Megan stood in front of her innocent looking guest, the woman stroked the girl’s cheek. “No, I gave you a secret.” The photographer corrected the girl. Given how she was kissed back with the same passion, she would guess her client was at least curious about exploring another girl. “However, I’ll be waiting for my reward.” Megan winked at the girl. This whole photography business being a job than anything else though, she was already getting paid for it. And her hospitality and somewhat unprofessional affection came free with her services.

Once again, her hands gripped the camera as Megan took it from her guest. She ejected the memory card and pulled it out of the device. It was funny how a whole day’s work and more could fit into such a small thing. Just because something was small, it didn’t mean it couldn’t achieve a lot. Being a naughty young woman, Megan had such small toys, which held a big punch. “Oh, don’t worry about it.” The woman explained. The dress Fabiana wore was going to be washed anyway, like the rest of the items in her collection, which were periodically sent to cleaning. “Yeah. We are finished, dear. You can change.” The photographer attached the camera back to the tripod as she didn’t need to carry it upstairs. “It wasn’t that bad, was it?” A happy customer was the biggest reward for the studio owner. Although Fabiana’s role was pretty much over, the photographer wasn’t done yet. She still had to transfer the photos into her laptop, chose the best ones from a bunch for the model’s portfolio.

A quiet gesture told the blonde to follow her as Megan beckoned the girl with one slender finger. “I’ll forward your photos to some of my contacts.” The brunette woman suggested while climbing the stairs, her well defined rear swaying from side to side with her ascend. “It usually takes them a few days to review them.” Upon going upstairs, Megan headed to her office to rest her delightful hips in the leather chair behind her desk. “You have my number. Give me a call if you need anything.” The woman inserted the card, that held the girl’s many photos, into her laptop. She had taken a lot of pictures of the young blonde, but would end up using only five or six of them. Sitting at her desk behind a computer screen was the boring part of her job, but it was also the part where the real product was materialized. Her smile had never left Megan, whether she sat at her desk or stood behind the camera, she beamed brightly still. “I’m sure you have questions. So, shoot.”

 

[Anastasia2017]

It felt like a bit of an anti-climax as she followed her mentor upstairs. Fabiana did not want the photoshoot session to end. She liked being with Megan and didn't want to leave. She had expected that they go to the changing room to get out of her outfit but ended going first to her office. Sitting the other side of her desk however did give the strawberry blonde a chance to start the laborious task of unlacing her thigh-high boots. She felt some consolation though from the kiss that they shared. She had never smooched another girl quite like that before and it made her tinglely inside.

"So that's it for the moment. I'm not likely to hear anything from you until next week?" Her facial expression told its own story. It was easy to see how despondent she seemed to be that soon she be saying her farewells to such an affable and affectionate acquaintance she had made. Fabiana continued to struggle with loosening her boots, lifting her right leg up and putting the top lift of the heel on the seat. In the process, she exposed the crotch of the white boy-style panties she was wearing under her polka dot mini. She tried to think of other questions that she ought to be asking as Megan had inferred but was having difficulties.

"You must have started a lot of careers. You've got such a great job." These was a brief silence until the tall and scrawny girl came up with anything but wasn't directly relevant to herself only she wish to follow others she had handled similar to herself. After her strenuous efforts, Fabiana did succeeded in getting her crocodile muckers off. She stood up and sat on the photographer's desk with her back to her as if indicating if she could unzip her black and white dress so she could give it back. She was thinking whether any models were allowed to keep their outfits they pose in but wasn't sure if she really liked the one she had started to take off.

"My best friend Chloe was convinced the photoshoot was just a cover to do some erotic snaps but I told her it was just for fashion. I'm too skinny to do nude pictures anyway, my tits are also too small and I haven't got enough flesh on my ass." This time she furrowed her brow at Megan, unsure what she thought. The blonde teen finally wriggled out of his mini and stood in front of her in her soft cup bralette and knickers waiting for an invite to go and find the tunic top and leggings which she arrived in.

 

[WaveVelour]

One by one, photos of the model began to appear on the screen as Megan transferred the files to her laptop. She had taken a lot of them, and it would be a long process to pick the best ones and edit them for her liking. “Well, I like helping people out.” The photographer shifted her eyes to her guest. When the girl wiggled so much in the office, it was hard to focus on anything other than the young model. Even more so when the girl flashed her white undergarment under the ham of her short dress. As a model should be, Fabiana didn’t seem to be a very timid girl, while she was around the photographer at least. Understanding the gesture, Megan gave the girl a hand with her dress. She leaned over her desk and unzipped the dress for her. If the young blonde was so eager to undress in the middle of her office, she was free to do so. And soon enough, Fabiana stood in the room only in her underwear.

“I’m sorry, but Chloe sounds like a brat.” The photographer critiqued the girl’s ignorant friend. In fact, she took nude themed photos of her clients. More than anything else, she saw it as art though. It was certainly not a taboo for the assertive photographer. Both men and women, Megan had the pleasure of seeing many celebrities naked. Nudity was a striking marketing tactic to sell more magazines, or make a new product shine more. When the blonde talked about the petite features of her body, she made a display of her slender figure too. When the young model stood only in her undergarment, it was easy to make accurate guesses about the volume of her features, or lack thereof in this case. Because of her job, Megan had known many people, chatted with a lot of customers. Kinky and conservative, the woman had listened to men and women of all kinds. If she were to guess, Fabiana didn’t sound to be complaining about her small assets. To Megan, it more sounded as if the young girl felt an odd sensation while pointing out her small breasts and cute rear. There were ways to test this too. The photographer narrowed her lips and leaned back in her seat, looking up and down at her half naked guest.

“I guess they are pretty tiny.” The cunning brunette played on her client’s affections. Her soft hands pressed on the desk as the woman pulled herself up to her feet. Her expressive eyes fixed on the girl, Megan circled her desk to draw her curvier body closer to her client. “Well, I have a job coming up in two weeks. For a watch promo.” The woman admitted. “It involves nudity. Of course the model will be paid a commission for her involvement.” The main requirement of the job she mentioned was not to have full breasts, but thin wrists. For a more remarkable campaign, her employer wanted the model to wear a watch and nothing else. “I don’t know if Chloe would approve this though.” The cunning studio owner implied the possibility of the young blonde’s involvement in the aforementioned project.

 

[Anastasia2017]

Subtle nudity, that's what she thought they called it. She had seen some in adverts before, often it seemed quite aesthetic and refined. Not that they showed everything. They didn't have to. It was as if it was implied. Perhaps erotic was a better word though not in her vocabulary, thinking it was too suggestive if not bawdy. Mention of the watch promotion though distinctively aroused her interest. It sounded tasteful to her. Maybe if it was successful, she could become associated with the timepiece and be famous for it. But as Fabiana tended to do, she was letting her imagination run riot.

"It wouldn't be full-frontal though, would it? I mean I wouldn't have to have a wax around my kitty or shave it bald, would I?" Fabiana had a unique way with the vernacular. It could not be said that she was sophistacted. But it did not stop her being cute in her own freakishness. It was the same with her facial expressions that often could express more than a thousand words. The technique in wrinkling up her nose was but one. She liked her sparce tufts of pubic hair that was scattered over her mound anyway but may consider sacrificing them for the sake of becoming a top model as she looked down at her camel toe imprint that was visible in her booty shorts. They resemble men's briefs and were complete with fly but they were panties with a contrast trim.

The beady eyes of the photographer made her feel a little self-conscious as she moved closer to Fabiana standing in just her underwear. It had seemed she was more interested in measuring her the a-size cup of her bralette than in the removal of any fibres around her puffy labia though it would not be the first time she would ber mistaken about Megan's intent. She had afterall suddenly kissed her when they were in the basement. And it was a rather intense one. It wasn't in the character of the aspiring model to initiate any move herself though she would if she ever dared to. "I be interested in the watch promo. Would it be just me and you if I wasn't wearing anything else?"

 

[WaveVelour]

The watch promo Megan mentioned seemed to grab the young model’s attention. For a cute geek who studied history, she sounded overzealous about the idea of taking her clothes off for art, getting naked to promote a product, letting others use her body for advertising. She was a spanking new face in the fashion industry, yet already claiming to be ready to lower her panties. The job itself wasn’t complicated. An experienced model wasn’t required for it. So using Fabiana was an actual possibility. Regardless, Megan was surprised by the girl’s eagerness. Before she could think of anything else, Fabiana was already asking funny questions about the state of her pubic area. The photographer guessed she had a funny job, which involved giving an eighteen year old advices about the hair on and around her womanhood. “I don’t know.” She rolled her eyes. It of course wasn’t her business to dictate how one’s pussy looked, unless it was going to show up on camera.

Upon hearing the following question, Megan tilted her head slightly to the side, her inner brows rising up. “Darling…” The brunette photographer sighed. She actually didn’t need anyone else while capturing the necessary photos in this case. However telling the girl they would be alone in the studio wasn’t a straightforward answer. “No, it won’t be only two of us.” Megan suggested. “There would be strangers.” She added. “There would be your neighbor… your teachers, your parents.” The woman listed one after another. “Anyone who’d flip the pages of a magazine, or wherever they decide to put it.” Even though in truth Megan would be the only one in the studio when the young woman posed, pretty much anyone could come across the bold photos the girl decided to appear in. So, she had to think well before putting her bare body on display.

“Well, you will be wearing a watch.” The photographer added with a smile as she implied she wouldn’t be wearing anything else. “Let me tell you this. There is no shortcuts in this business. So don’t work yourself into the ground. Think well, alright?” As she gave the girl her advice, all the photos were copied to her laptop. There was no beep to verify that, but Megan still looked at the device with the corner of her eye. She put her gentle hands on the girl’s shoulders, the brunette’s soft lips stretched in a warm smile as always. It might have seemed as if she was going to, but the photographer didn’t go for a kiss this time. Instead, she steered her excited guest’s slender body in the direction of the makeshift dressing room. “You should dress up.” She suggested. To get her started, Megan gave a little smack to the young model’s panty clad bum, garnishing it with a light chuckle too. “Chop chop.”

 

[Anastasia2017]

The next day Fabiana sent the photographer a huge bouquet of flowers despite not being able to afford it really. They didn't include any red roses declaring any passionate love for her but they included more temperate yellow ones, tulips too expressing innocent romance of crazy feelings, dainty Peruvian lilies as a symbol of undying devotion, royal orchids and purple iris. Saying a big thanks were bright and colourful gerbera daisies, hydrangeas communicating her soft and caring compassion as well as sunflowers to brighten up anyone's life. It was within's the aspiring model's kind and considerate nature to bestow little gifts on anyone who has gone out of their way to help her and Megan currently numbered number one for her.

Despite the lovely time she had doing the shoot, the tall and rangy teen came back feeling a little despondent. The raven haired girl behind the camera sent her mixed message before she departed after proposing the possibility of doing a watch promo and then warning her that everyone would be able to see her nude from wherever they placed their adverts. It wasn't as if it was porno she was doing or even anything that could be deemed so erotic, not with a timepiece surely. Fabiana had imagined any nakedness would be more inferred or inconspicuous and did not know why Megan gave her such a negative reaction to baring her body. She had no intentions of trying to sell herself.

But it was impossible for the strawberry blonde to be really upset with the photographer. After all Megan had kissed and it hadn't been an ordinary kiss, she was convinced. Fabiana was tempted to return the compliment as she had left but wasn't brave enough herself. All she could do was to wait by the phone to see if there had been any positive feedback from her shoot if not from the watchmaker. Her university was trying to encourage her to take up an offer to go into dorms. Sooner or later she would have to decide to cut her apron strings though she enjoyed the home comforts provided by her parents. At times though it seemed that they would also like her to move out but she was temporarily resisting it until she was a little more sure about her futre.

 

[WaveVelour]

At a spot where caught the sun in mornings, the flowers sent by her young client sat in the photographer’s office. She surely liked receiving flowers. It was a big, colorful one too. One that added a nice smell to her workplace. A floral gift of various blossoms that housed a variety of meanings. It wasn’t exactly rare for a courier to knock on Megan’s door to deliver flowers to her. They mostly came from her male clients, but everyone was welcomed to send her a gift. During her photoshoot, Fabiana had already mentioned giving her a reward for her services. The brunette studio owner assumed the girl was just returning the favor with this kind gesture, although she honestly hadn’t done that much to deserve such an involved bouquet. Of course, her young client might have sent them to confess her feelings instead of just expressing her sincere thanks to the photographer. In that case, these said feelings must have been pretty dense, if Megan were to judge it from the assorted set of flowers in the vase. Still, she wasn’t as quick to send the girl her photos. Not until the next Monday. Other than that, she hadn’t given the blonde model a phone call yet to make her name appear on Fabiana’s phone.

***

It was weekend. And while the flowers kept emitting nice smells back in her office, Megan was not at work to enjoy that. She exercised regularly for a healthy and decent body. Going for a walk in the park, jogging across the town and hitting the gym. Following a diet was not enough by itself. Feeling a little lazy though, on this lovely Saturday morning, she couldn’t help but stop by at a café for a beverage first. Being a flower herself, Megan sat outside to get more sunshine, a coffee cup still fresh on the table. She looked pretty casual at the cafe. Black leggings she wore hugged her hips well, defining the young brunette’s contour nicely. Light pink track top she wore made her stick out to some degree. Since she wasn’t a fan of tying her hair back, the woman had half tamed the wildness of her jet black strands under a matching pink cap. A pair of earbuds were snug in her ears, white cords running down from the sides of her pretty face.

While aimlessly looking around, her careful eyes noticed a familiar figure a few tables in front of her. She wasn’t planning to spend much time here, but still had time for a quick hello. Grabbing her coffee cup, Megan got to her feet. One of her earbuds hung down as the woman pulled it off. She approached the girl from behind. “Fabiana, hey~” Megan offered her client a smile, just after placing one hand on the girl’s shoulder. Although looking a bit different now, she was the same woman with the same attributes. Over the years, she had served many clients. Since she spend so much time staring at their photos, she was used to recognize them easily. This one had a unique name, so it wasn’t difficult to remember it as well. “Are you alone?” Megan asked. However, she was quick to grab a seat at the small table in front of the girl she photographed, more or less, two week ago. “I was going to call you actually.” Her eyes shined below her fitting hat.