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Cityscape Eclipse Part 2
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Cityscape Eclipse Part 2 Aaron looked down at his hands, fingers interlaced as if to catch his failing ego. An image flashed into his mind, it was a photograph where the subject was pair of hands nearly touching. He began to recall Tori talking his ear off about how the photo was more powerful because it was shot in black and white. A smile and his confidence rose within. "Will these delights be in tasteful classic black and white or vivid alluring color," phrased Tori's essay conclusion. The boy had flare, even if he seemed shy she thought letting Aaron's words roll over her tongue. "With adjectives like that one may think you a writer and have your nose to high to be an assistant to a lowly photographer." She pouted her lips and tone to stressing the mocking words. If this boy were to be her assistant he would need to have more than paper to shilled his feelings. Aaron had been mocked and called out a fair number of things making her play easy to see, she was goading him and testing at the same time. "I am not a writer. Honestly I was repeating something I heard a woman say once about the difference and felt with you being the subject it fit." Aaron had played his hand. "Honesty?" The question was rhetorical, but lingered in the air. Neither moved. "Sounds like you have a keen ear and enough thought to match good ideas to the right subject. Now let's see if your eyes are as keen." Her smile flooded Aaron with relief. These delights will be in "vivid alluring color," she winked as she turned taking in the view,. "The trick will be the added use of shadow." "Why would you want to use shadow?" Aaron wanted the words back instantly. He had just shown that he was intelligent and now he may have sunk that idea. She brushed any weight the question had from her mind. The boy had not seen her other work, this was obvious. However, this would be the perfect movement to begin his training. She reached forward and took his chin in her hand and pulled his eyes into hers. "Aaron why do men buy the Swimsuit edition of Sports Illustrated?" Her skin was soft and warm against his chin, it was in deep contrast to the grip she held on him. She had locked his focus in such a manner to see nothing, but her eyes. Her question floated in from the void. Aaron had a few answers pop up, but pushed them aside she was hunting for a serious answer. As he began to search for a suitable answer felt someone else in his mind. Aaron shook from the idea, but her grip kept him grounded. The question came again, and then he saw her. A supermodel, a perfect feminine specimen, a woman of Aaron's dreams came appeared in his mind's eye. She was nude, but Aaron could not see that due to the light vail of colds that hovered around the traditional erotic areas. "Failed to answer such a simple question?" She had released him and turned away from him. Aaron was back in the room, facing the cityscape before him, the image of the woman still fresh in his mind and the answer to her question along with it. "We buy it, even while there are more revealing media out there, because of the our imagination. The fantasy that they are posing for us and the next step is for the beach to be covered in a collection of our clothes. We buy it, because the idea of not seeing everything is a powerful draw." Aaron had said the words, but he was still amazed at himself. This boy was smarter than his actions lead on, she thought. It had taken a bit of focus, but this only heighten her taste for the Aaron. Wait had she really given the boy's name thought? Time would refine or spoil her interest in him. "Yes. It is central to why fishnets, teddies, and even glasses can be erotic to both parties. In this series of delights, shadow will be the obstruction that generates the heighten erotic message." His uneasiness from what had transpired a moment ago were washed away by a surge of pride. Comfortable he was firmly in her good graces now Aaron was ready to work. "Is what you wearing to get yourself into a mindset for the shot? Is the model going to be shortly?" Aaron would rankled off a half dozen more if her words hold not caused him pause. "My my, so many questions." Her tone was light and playful. For a second, she almost flatted answered Aaron's questions. No, she want to see a bit more surprise from him first. She needed to secure his attention on her before answering to maximize the chance of surprise. Momentarily disappearing into the bedroom, she returned with a camera. Noting Aaron's gaze on her every action, she kept her back to him and focused on setting up the camara on its tripod. Aaron had been so wrapped up in the view that he had not noticed the tripod already deployed in the room. In fact he wasn't sure how he had avoided in on his way to the windows. He watch her setup the camera. She was blocking his view of the event. At first he wanted to move to watch more closely, but found himself still rooted inlace. Hearing a metallic click from the other side of her body signled the camera was reliably fixed in place atop the tripod. The camera chimed as it came to life. "Now that the workhorse of the operation is ready. What were your questions again?" Aaron began to speak, but she cut him off. "Oh, yes I would say my wardrobe selection is to help with the mindset of the shoot. As for the model's arrival time…" Her words gave way to laughter, an infectious laughter. Aaron wasn't sure how long they had be laughing, but it had relieved him of a mountain of stress. "So the model should be here soon?" She had turn around at some point during the laughing fit and was in full view of Aaron. "Silly, I am the model." Aaron became to laugh again thinking she was joking. She, however, was not laughing. The black and red patterned robe slide off off her shoulders and into a silken barrier on the floor behind her. In that instant, Aaron's mind racing trying to force himself into a state of composure, his eyes were assaulted. It was not from the image of she, but the flash from the camera. The sound of the camera taking two pictures in quick succession was audible proof of what happened. Aaron was shocked. He had failed to notice the remote in her right hand and had not been ready for the intense light of the flash. "Why would you do that?" Aaron's shock was melting from growing anger. "What are you embarrassed that you did not study your surroundings enough? Or are you embarrassed that a simple thing like a robe falling to the ground could be so arousing?" She was on one of the white couches clipping thigh high lace stockings, her smile still holding. "I am not embarrassed." Now that she had asked about it, he was actually embarrassed that he had been so completely off guard. He shrugged, "Fine, I am embarrassed. What are you going to do with the proof?" She slipped the last black heel on and took comfort that Aaron was so quickly returning to a playful state. Maybe this boy had a future with her after all. "I am happy to hear that you are planning to be honest with me. As for the pictures…" She actually was not sure just what she wanted to do with them. Maybe they would make for an interesting trade later. "We will see how you workout as an assistant." Standing up she walked to the window, purposely crossing Aaron's path and forcing him to take her all in. Above the black 3 inch heels and fairly shear black thigh high lace stockings she wore a pair of black panties that hinted of a light shine and shimmer effect, and topping her outfit off was a classy black satin and lace baby doll sporting hints of red placing Aaron's attention solely where the designer intended. Each article emphasized her feline features. Her wardrobe was in one word, captivating. "Aaron are you ready to work?" Her words were soft and seems to be an after thought to where she had mentally traveled to. It was not a tone Aaron had heard from her before and sent mini quakes along his spine. "Tell me what to do and it will be done." he caught the remote as it floated through the air. Time passed in a blur. She seem to be dancing between each shot. She would have him adjust a light panel here and there, and he would pause waiting for her to comment or hold the pose. If she did not comment he would click the remote. Each time he clicked the remote he held his breathe, but she never checked the shots. She know the delights she wanted to present and how to achieve her goal. Aaron marveled at the confidence. "This is the last shot. Turn off all of the light panels and give me the remote." She stood directly inform of the camera and turned her back to it. He quickly switched the light panels off and came up to her left side. Extending his arm he offered the remote in front of her. The remote floated out of his hand. "You will need to be standing behind the camera. I do not want your shadow in the shot." Her tone had flattened a bit, and yet hinted at a playful tense in the tone. Another series of mini quakes rolled down his spine. Had his shadow been in view of other shots? No, she would have said something. Taking station behind the camera, Aaron found himself captured by the image on the camera's LCD screen. The backdrop sat a bright cityscape and i a perfectly shadowed, yet visible woman stood n the foreground. The sharp contrast pulled at him to look closer at the woman and hunt for the details. Each piece of lace was perfectly graced with accent of shadow hinting at fingers hovering just out of camera view ready to release the woman for her material bonds. Continuing to studying the image the audible sound of the camera's flash snapped the image into his mind and saw what he had missed the whole session. The panties she wore were crouchless and the proof was in the perfectly eliminated labia that were brought into focus by the bright background and the shadows she had designed. It was the perfect cityscape eclipse. The shock subsided when Aaron could see the image in real life, not from behind a camera lens. However, when he looked up she was robed again. heading into the bedroom. She crossed the bedroom doorway and smiled. She was sure he had seen exactly what was intended. Shifting to her business mind, "Aaron that will be all for today. Come to the office next Monday. I hope you can let yourself out." She reviewed her words and tone to check that it was out with the right sprinkling of warmth. She was edger to see him again, but that was part of the lesson here today, imagination is very powerful. |
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