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don’t?”
“No. I want you to kneel on my bed for me.”
“On the bed?” she squeaked.
Memories of their love making that morning flashed through her mind and caused a liquid heat to flood her pussy.
“Yes. Before you get on the bed though, I need you to sign this contract for me,” he said removing a sheaf of papers from his briefcase, along with a pen. He handed them to her. “Take your time to read it over before you agree to the terms by signing.”
She looked it over with a careful eye. It all seemed to be pretty standard to her. Normally she would have an attorney look the document over, but she trusted Blain.
The pictures Blain was about to take of her would be property of Lipstick & Stilettos Magazine. She signed the contract and handed it back to him along with the ink pen.
There was a knock on the door and Blain hurried to answer it. “I’m here to do the model's hair,” a young female voice chirped from the open doorway.
"She's right in here,” Blain said, allowing the woman to enter. Jena was surprised to see that it was the woman with curves in all the right places who had given Blain a blowjob right out in the open the day before.
“Hi, I'm Christy,” the woman told Jena, introducing herself. Today she was chewing gum.
“I’m Jena. Nice to meet you," she lied, wishing she wasn't meeting this woman. She didn't know why, but she suddenly felt very jealous of this woman. She just smiled though and didn't say anything. Christy got to work on Jena's hair, and had it done in no time flat.
Jena took one last quick look at herself in the mirror, and then allowed Blain to lead her to the bed.
She expected Christy to leave, but instead she sank down in a nearby chair and watched Blain work. She had to fight off a sudden urge to pull the woman's hair out piece by piece. Was there something romantic going on between Blain and this woman? Had she and Stacy just been some wild fling to him? Perhaps they had an open relationship. Jena was never a real big fan of those.
“Just relax; he called out, as if sensing there was something bothering her. "Remember, it's me behind the camera and I won't make you do anything you are not comfortable doing.”
When she was kneeling on the bed, he reached over and pulled one bikini strap down. “Now stay just like that,” he instructed her.
She did as she was told. Blain walked a few feet away from her and began snapping pictures.
From time to time he would call out instructions like, “Tilt your head a little to the right. Just like that. Now don't move. Hold it. Beautiful!”
After what seemed like forever he stopped and made his way over to the bed. Were they finally finished
“Christy, we're going to try something different if Jena agrees. I need you to get a spray bottle filled with water and wet her hair.” He turned to Jena. “We're going to do something a bit different, but only if you agree.”
“What's that?” Jena asked nervously.
“Topless.” He said the word as if it were no big deal.
“Topless?” she asked, panic overcoming her. What had she gotten herself into?
“It won't be that bad,” he reassured her, running his fingers through her hair. She looked at herself in the mirror across the room and with her hair this way; she looked as if she just climbed out of bed after fucking a guy for hours.
“I’m not sure I can do it,” she told him reluctantly.
“Let's try something, and then if you still don't want to do it, we'll stop.”
“Okay,” she said, putting all her trust in him.
He undid the clasp on the bikini top and removed it completely. “Now cross your arms across your chest.” She did as he told her to do. “Are you comfortable like that? You're not showing much more than you were when you had the top on.”
She looked down at herself. He was right. “Like this is fine,” she said at last.
“Then you'll do it?”
“Yes.”
Christy returned with the spray bottle and began wetting Jena's hair, and then the photo shoot