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“I think we can start on the chaise,” Marley says. She directs me into a pose on the couch, vaguely reminding me of that scene in Titanic where Jack draws Rose. My arm rests above my head, while the other slides down my stomach, looking as if it were to be heading between my thighs.
Marley adjusts my face to the angle she needs, and then she’s snapping photos, one after the other, coaching me on my facial expressions, down to the poutyness of my lips. We do a few different poses on the chaise before moving to the bed.
With every pose and click of the camera, my confidence grows until I’m no longer nervous, but suggesting poses and ideas. Marley eats up every bit of it until we are giggling, having the time of our lives.
“Okay, I have one more idea,” Marley says as we start wrapping things up. “If you’re comfortable with it, I’d love to take some of you in the sheet… only the sheet.”
I hesitate for only a moment. “Yes.”
“Hell. Yes.” She rips the plain white sheet off the bed, handing it over to me. “Go take off the bodysuit, and wrap that around you.”
I do as she says, coming back out of the dressing room a moment later, wrapped tightly in the thin sheet. It’s almost sheer, not really leaving much to the imagination, but I suppose that’s sort of the point. Marley positions me in front of the brick wall, and has me drape the sheet so it’s covering my breasts, and slides between my thighs. She angles me so that the camera doesn’t get a full view of my ass, but enough to tease.
Once she’s happy with the photos, I sit down next to her on the velvet chaise, still dressed in only the sheet. Marley pulls up the screen of her camera, flicking through the photos.
The photos are stunning, and I can only imagine what they might look like after she edits them. Not to toot my own horn, but I look fucking good. I don’t look like the Pillsbury Doughboy like I’d feared, but instead, a sexual, confident woman. I barely even recognize myself.
“You should totally fuck with Andrew,” Marley says. “Take a picture of this, but only show your leg or something.”
“That’s so smart,” I say. “I was going to send him a little something earlier, but forgot.” I stand, grabbing my phone from the makeup table we had set up earlier.
Marley picks out a photo that’s perfect. I’m kneeling on the chaise, my palms flat on my thighs. My hips are popped so that my back arches slightly, and my head is tilted toward the camera, but my gaze is down. I snap a photo of it, then crop it down so he can only see a corner of the lace, and the skin of my thigh.
I send it off, and await his response. “He’s going to flip,” I say.
Within seconds, the bubbles appear.
Andrew
Josie.
half the photo is missing. Something must've happened to it. You need to send the rest before I spontaneously combust.
Me
I meant to send it like that.
You cruel, beautiful woman. Please tell me you’re almost done. I’m aching over here.
Soon. Going to help clean up, then I’ll be home.
Fuck, I can’t wait.
“It’s a little weird, knowing I more than likely helped my best friend get laid, but hey, what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t?” Marley teases.
I’m about to respond, but I hear the sound of the front door of the studio opening. I squeak, wrapping the sheet tighter around my body, running to the dressing room. I pull the curtain shut, breathing a sigh of relief when I’m behind a barrier.
“Mar?” Beau’s voice calls.
“What are you doing here?” Marley asks. Beau’s footsteps carry down the hall until he arrives in the open area of the studio.
“I was in the area, so I figured I would stop by, see if you needed help with anyth-” His voice cuts off with an audible gulp. I can’t see their faces, but if I had to guess, Beau just saw Marley in her hot as fuck lingerie.
The silence is deafening. God, what I’d give to see this standoff, but I don’t want to break the moment.
Beau’s voice is husky when words finally come to him. “Wha-” He clears his throat. “Why are you in lingerie?”
“I read up on it. Clients can feel more comfortable when they're not alone in being half naked.” Marley’s voice is strong, unafraid. I never thought she’d cower in front of Beau, but if I were her, I would be.
