bon appetit // deliciouslust & sixlikesgore.

[cyx.]

A delicate looking woman was perched in the back seat of a cab, her pale hands gripping over the leather material of the purse stationed in her lap; each long nail filed to a subtle point and painted black. Hazel orbs glanced over the darkened sunglasses that clung to the bridge of the female's nose, seeking out the house numbers as the vehicle sped by them. From the front seat, the cab driver shifted the review mirror in order to try and make contact with the raven-haired beauty, clearing his throat in a not-so-subtle manner.

"So where are you headed, Miss?" he asked in a soft tone, offering a bit of a smile when her orbs finally shifted to glance at his own within the mirror. "Quite a'lotta gear you got with you." Silence filled the cab momentarily as Ingrid Thorson's gaze shifted back out the window, a cold and distant expression settled on her face. Finally, parting her pale lips, the woman answered his question in a dry and indifferent tone. "I'm a photographer," the dark haired woman responded, teeth momentarily gripping the corner of her bottom lip as her mind filled with the thought of the woman she was on her way to officially meet. "With an insatiable appetite." Silence once again filled the space of the vehicle, only the sound of the humming engine and the rotating wheels beneath its frame audible. It was clear from the way he shifted in his seat that Ingrid had made the man slightly uncomfortable with her tone, and it caused an almost gleeful smile to peel over her lips once she noticed.

It wasn't until the cab had pulled to the side of the street that the driver's eyes returned to her in the mirror. "We're here, Miss. Do you need any help with your bags?" the man offered, flicking the trunk's latch button below his dashboard. Ingrid gathered her purse, pulling the strap over her shoulder with a shake of her head. "No, I'll be quite fine, thank you." Withdrawing her wallet, the raven-haired woman slipped the man a bill, uncaring as he shifted to fumble to replenish her with the change that he owed her. As though she hadn't noticed, Ingrid opened her door and stepped out of the car, letting the door swing closed in another fluid movement, ignoring the junk change without a word. Rounding to the back of the car, Ingrid grabbed the few cases she brought with her, hosing different camera equipment, and lights. Once her items had been emptied, Ingrid slammed the trunk closed, giving it another harsh pat to let the driver know he was finished there. As she stepped onto the curb of the sidewalk, hands full of her 'professional' things, the tires slowly separated from the side of the road, departing the rather extravagant building before Ingrid.

Taking a deep breath, the tall and slender woman took a step forward up the path of the residence's walkway. Every step clicked with a sound of her boots, and as the twenty five year old made her way up to the front door, she came to release her items on the front step. Lifting a hand to her face, Ingrid gripped the dark sunglasses, and pulled them free from her face, hooking one of the arms into the front of her button-up. Overall, the outfit wasn't something she'd typically wear, but it suited the role that Ingrid had fastened for herself; a young photographer, doing to any length possible to get the perfect shot. Showing some skin had always helped solidify her foot in the door for most of her "clients", but Ingrid didn't expect the same treatment from her next challenge.. It'd taken several months just to get this far, and Ingrid had been relatively close to literally taking out some of the competition she'd be facing, photography-wise.

There was something.. intoxicating about the footage and photos that Ingrid had come across involving the woman she was soon to finally meet. Not even following the woman on her daily routine had been as invigorating as when Ingrid reached a delicate hand up, and pressed her index finger into the doorbell. Inhaling sharply, the pale woman shifted her gaze, inspecting the surrounding area of the doorway; it'd be less intimidating if Ingrid wasn't staring intently at the door, waiting for it to be opened. The moment she heard the latch of the door, however, her eyes shifted back towards the new figure standing before her. Momentarily, Ingrid couldn't do anything but gaze at the woman before her, eyebrows slightly pulling together as her eyes roamed every angled nook of the woman's face. Then, a gentle smile began to pull at the right corner of her lips, extending her right hand in greeting.

"Hello," she began, smiling growing slightly. "I'm Ingrid, the photographer you had contacted? I'm sorry about the delay; there was a mix up with the address. Hopefully this isn't a bad time.."​

 

[DeliciousLust]

Anna Hui was found upstairs in the master bedroom when the doorbell rang to indicate that her guest had arrived. The Eurasian beauty gave another comb through her silken dark brown hair, fashioned into a classic bob with a straight fringe, with her brush before she acknowledged the arrival of her guest with an elegant lift of her brow. That was rather strange, her new photographer was actually relatively early, that was a first. It was a peculiar note that she excused for that she had a need of a new photographer for some time. She thought had another hour or two, but she could work with this. Her makeup had already been applied this morning, although she hadn't exactly made up her mind on what to wear. This was between looking presentable or dressing up for the shot. An exhibitionist at heart, she merely took a black silk robe and threw it on her bare body, tying it closed. The robe had red accents in form of a spider web motif along its edge and covered her body to her mid-thigh, barely covering the tattoos of the red ribbons that adorned the back of her leg akin to a stocking top. She took another look at the mirror of her dresser to look over her appearance again, admittedly there were few flaws one could find on her. There was a silver monroe piercing on her upper left lip, as well as another piercing on her lower lip to mirror. Her right nostril was pierced with a simple ring that fit in snuggly against her. Anna slowly formed a smile on her painted lips, she eager to see who she would be welcoming into her parlour.

The sultry Eurasian vamp was an internet celebrity, one who was known for her works in glamour shoots, fetish modelling, and provocative sexual performances when the mood suited her. It was not something she found neither shame nor embarrassment in, as she had come to be addicted to attention even prior to her first nude shot, to do what she loved and getting paid for the attention she got. She had long burnt bridges with her conservative parents and deserted her friends to move to the West Coast. Her personality name was 'Komi Chouko', to give herself more of an exotic appeal with those who didn't know better. She had been doing for some time, almost a decade in fact. However, she had to admit that her success didn't come from just posing pretty and acting lewdly, Her last photographer, Robert Tate, really had an objective eye on the industry and produced high-quality work with her help. Unfortunately, he had decided to retire and move back to Australia with his wife. That put a slight snag on her fame and income. It was perhaps fortunate that she had already a substantial amount of money and materials saved up to this point, allowing her to bide her time until she found the right one. She figured it would take a while to sift through all of them on the West Coast before she found the right one. There was already a hungry photographer waiting around the corner. Out of all the resumes and online chats she exchanged, this Ingrid Thorson seemed to prove the most promising. Peculiar that she was the most qualified on paper, had an impressive portfolio, and had enough space in her schedule to be on time? Strange, but excusable.

Pulling open the door, the barely dressed Komi greeted her guest personally. Her first reaction was a quick quirk of her slender brows, finding herself caught off guard by the woman's appearance. Admittedly, she had perhaps expected someone older and closer to Robert Tate's age, instead of a woman who might arguably be younger than she was. Her smoky almond eyes narrowed on her inquisitively and drank in her appearance as she seemed to evaluate her wordlessly. The ripped jeans and the bit of skin showing was rather conventional for someone living on the West Coast, trendy and common. However, the woman the clothes housed was an entirely different matter. She was attractive and her cheekbones caught her attention. However, it was the eyes that enthralled her. There was something intense about them that made her ask further questions about her and an interest that dangerously went beyond professional.

Eventually, her scrutinizing gaze softened and she gave the woman before her soft smile. "Hardly a delay, I think you were rather early, actually. Komi Chouko, pleased to meet you finally, face to face." She took her hand and gave it a firm shake, her eyes still trained on her to reach her every moment and reaction. While she couldn't quite put her finger on it, she knew that this was a woman she couldn't look away from so easily. After the shake of her hand, her grasp slipped away and she held her fingers to show some control over her, then she gently released her from her hold. Almost dismissively, she turned away from her and made her way to the kitchen. Komi walked on tall black platform heels as if they were slippers, clicking against the marble steps of her foyer and echoing through her spacious home. She stayed her by herself usually, only calling a cleaning crew every week to clean the place up and door the chores.

"I see that you've brought your gear. That's good. I was hoping to get into it on your first day here. I already know what you can do, now it's time to put that camera into use, my dear. You can take your things downstairs and start setting up. Take the elevator and don't hurt yourself. I don't want any delays with the shoot. The production crew already came in and set up everything that's needed. It'll just be you, and I." She said with a rich tone, the slight purr of her final words could be felt even as she disappeared into the kitchen to fetch herself a cup of coffee, and a little pick-me-up to compliment it. Out of the view of her newest photographer, she took a slight dab of white powder on her little finger and gave it a quick snort to make it disappear. It was likely going to be a long day, after all.

 

[cyx.]

"Hardly a delay, I think you were rather early, actually. Komi Chouko, pleased to meet you finally, face to face."

The sight before her wasn't one that Ingrid could've anticipated to witness - not so soon upon meeting her client. To be greeted in nothing but a silk robe that cut short just shy of Anna's mid-thigh was definitely a sight to behold. Naturally, Ingrid had seen many of pieces of work she'd contributed in, but seeing a photograph or video was much different than witnessing something in person. No matter the definition on the camera, it didn't do her milky skin any justice. If it weren't for the acceptation of Ingrid's extended hand, the raven-haired photographer would've found herself more than slightly distracted by her wandering orbs. Luckily, 'Komi's' firm grasp was enough to snap her discreetly back to focus, and Ingrid didn't take her eyes off the woman before her. It was obvious from the way Komi's fingers lingered that there was a sense of dominance under-toning her actions, and it took all of Ingrid's strength to hide the smile of amusement that was threatening to show itself; instead, the photographer let her freshly released hand drop to collect one of the bags at her feet.

Just from the few moments she'd been standing on Komi's step, Ingrid knew she'd underestimated the woman before her; the air that the Eurasian seeped was everything that Ingrid had been looking for, and had mildly underestimated how Komi would carry herself. That confidence was enough to make Ingrid's mouth water with want. And the way Komi abruptly turned to show her backside to Ingrid and continue on her way, expecting her photographer to follow, left a playful jolt springing into the killer's step. Carefully, Ingrid collected her things and stepped into the opening of the elegant home, closing the door behind her with a gentle ease of her boot. So dominant, and self-assured.. yes. This was exactly the woman she needed. Like a good, meek hired hand, Ingrid remained on the welcome mat, further awaiting her instructions as Komi's round rump disappeared into the kitchen.

"Right to business; I like that," she responded, biting back the grin from seeping into her words too heavily. "Meet you down there." With her bags still in tote, Ingrid made her way for the appointed elevator. After a slight struggle of juggling her bags and attempting to press the basement's button, she entered the squared room and relaxed. Not entirely, unaware if there were camera set ups within Komi's household, but enough to make it look natural; a chance to 'breathe without the boss' around. It was quick lived as the elevator dinged once more, sounding her arrival to the basement level of the home. Exiting, Ingrid almost cursed under her breath when she entered the main portion of the room they'd obviously be conducting their shoot in.

Never before had Ingrid seen a space like this; especially not in someone's home. The chills it erupted over her body had her momentarily distracted, until her hazel orbs traced over one of the many lights positioned around the room. Yes.. she was her on 'business'. Finding a spot near the entrance to set her bags down and out of the way, Ingrid started to set her own equipment up, knowing which camera and lens to start out with first. Luckily, she wouldn't have to fiddle around with the lighting set up, considering Komi had already taken the liberty to hire a crew to do so. That left more time for them to get into the photo shoot, rather than the boring set up - something that Ingrid was slightly starting to guess that Komi enjoyed exceptionally. "We'll get along beautifully.." Ingrid mused to herself with a wicked smile, pushing her battery pack into the camera to power it up. Confident that her main camera was in good shape and ready to go, the raven haired beauty began to set her tripod up to get it out of the way, and set up with a recorder. She'd been so enthralled with positioning it in the perfect angle - far back enough to get a good span, but cocked enough so nothing was cut off - that the elevator's ding hadn't even aroused her senses.

Which was good - in a way. It made it appear as though her one hundred percent focus was strictly on her job, and that she took it seriously. But, that wasn't entirely true.. not with the thought of how Komi's thighs would taste between her teeth lingering in the back of Ingrid's mind. Such delicate pockets of flesh..​

 

[DeliciousLust]

Komi let out a slow sigh long after Ingrid had disappeared into the small elevator and was taken to the studio downstairs, the buzz from her small high slowly fading out as she returned to reality. She gave a quick snort of her nose and made her way back upstairs. While Ingrid was getting set up for their shoot and left to her own devices, Komi had some preparations of her own to do. Earlier, she did mention that she didn't want any delays in the shoot but she didn't mention the part of that Komi was free to delay as much as she wanted. After all, Ingrid was merely a contracted employee and Komi was the real boss here. She returned to her room at her own pace. At the very least, make-up had already been done. She merely had to get into her thematic outfit and make herself available for the shoot. Today's shoot will focus on a theme, which she will make sexy and scandalize to some effect to make a fetish out of it. The thing with Komi, she had been doing this for a while that she could probably make wearing a paper bag sexy, somehow.

Along the way, she did pass a small alcove before her room, shrouded by the overhanging lavish velvet curtains that could hide it at a moment's notice. Ingrid was right to guess that Komi would have a camera set-up in her estate. She did live in a rather large home with many valuables and she did have own security to be concerned of. In more tense times, when the odd stalker appeared, she would hire some security in residence to watch over her and they would be stationed in the alcove. However, in more quiet times, she would make use of the alcove herself. She perhaps fancied herself as a closet stalker, ironically enough. In her free time, she would sometimes scan through the recordings of her guests here and watch what they would do when left to themselves. Ingrid wasn't an exception to this passing hobby. Komi reached over for the switch and turned back time on the display, watching Ingrid in the elevator with interest. On the surface, she seemed anxious enough. However, that face and those distinctive features still fascinated her, wanting to peel the layers within her. Of course, failing that, she might settle to merely peel her clothes off instead. There was some wolf in this sheep, that much she could tell. When she looked to another screen, showing her setting up, she lost interest and made her way into her room.

Anna Hui's personal estate had easily more room than someone like her could use. There were enough square feet on her property to host the stay of a large family and a few guests, which was more than enough for a single woman who was never married. The basement itself was reserved for photo and video shoots, and she did make a large amount of money with her popularity to splurge on the production whenever she wished. There were some sets that lingered around, tarped with both heavy clothes and plastic sheets, ones that seemed to be a feudal Asian tea house and another seem to be a classroom that was in the middle of being dismantled. In this particular instance, Komi contracted a company to build her a hospital operating room in her basement. It was half of one, anyway, considering that it was only meant to be a set shot from one side. It was complete with a bed, overhanging bright lights, some rented hospital contractions, and the tiled wall featured a few lit displays with x-rays.

Ingrid was kept waiting for nearly a half an hour, something that Komi did intentionally. There was something she liked testing people's patience and their composure. Considering that she was their employer, they usually had to pretend to play nice regardless how much she abused them and she found some joy in that. The same elevator that Ingrid used eventually dinged and the doors opened to reveal Komi dressed in a rather scandalous and fetishized nurse's outfit. It was a white latex dress that hugged every one of her curves like a second skin, shaping around her lovely hips and the contours of her voluptuous breasts. The material pressed against her chest enough hint the pierced barbells on both her nipples, displaying an impressive valley of cleavage. Her legs were adorned with lace-topped stockings and she walked on clear platform heels, hardly wobbling on them despite their practicalness. Completing the rest of the outfit was naturally the nurse's headdress, showing the iconic red cross. As she moved fluidly toward Ingrid, there were the slight creaks of the tight material she wore. She looked at Ingrid impassively at first, then she showed a hint of a smile on her lips. "I'm sure you're quite familiar with how all of this goes? The last thing I want to do is fluster you. At least," she said with a lingering note as she looked her over. "...While you're working the camera. You're on the clock for business." She gave her an expectant look, giving her a coy quirk of her slender brow, trying to have some fun with her.