The Photographer's Secret

I'm a private photographer. Many female college students come to me to get their portraits shot. In return, they choose to offer me their supple bodies.

One day, I receive an order to take wedding photos of a couple. However, that night, the bride insists on having me sleep with her…

Could it be that her husband can't even afford to pay me for my services?

"Alright, stay in that pose and don't move!"

The viewfinder on my camera showed a young woman in a school uniform, sitting on the ground with her knees pulled toward her chest and her head leaning forward, slightly resting on her knees. She looked at me shyly and seductively.

I was standing right next to her, and from my angle, I could see the teddy bear print on her bra beneath her shirt.

I pressed the camera shutter, resulting in a loud click.

"That was good. Your facial expression and body language were very well done. This is beautiful."

This young woman's name was Virginia Peach. She was a student at the college nearby.

Virginia looked at her seductive yet innocent self in the photo on my camera and was pleasantly surprised. "You're really good at directing, Lyle," she exclaimed softly with her head hung low.

I chuckled. "Not really. I'm not even able to capture a fraction of your true beauty on camera, you know that?"

Virginia's face turned even redder. After she was done going through the photos, the sales assistant then brought her to the cashier counter to make her payment.

Meanwhile, I just found a corner to sit and started to smoke.

I opened up a photography studio near my place after graduating from college. Although the studio was quite a small one, my fees were relatively affordable and my services were good. That was why my business was doing quite well.

Lately, the trend amongst female youngsters was to take individual portraits and upload them to their social media platforms to fulfill their influencer dreams.

So, I prepared all sorts of costumes in my studio wardrobe. There were school outfits, corporate outfits, glamorous outfits, and also attractive outfits. I even had many lacy outfits and pairs of pantyhose for them to choose from.

With that, even more female students from the colleges nearby started came to my studio.

After finishing my cigarette, I decided to continue with my work. However, just as I'd grabbed my camera, my assistant, Toby Wanger, hurried toward me.

"Mr. Cocksworth, there seems to be an issue out here."

"What's the matter?"

"It's that lady from earlier, Ms. Virginia Peach. She's been at the payment counter for a while but she still hasn't made her payment yet. Mr. Cocksworth, do you want to go and take a look?"

I walked toward the reception area and heard Virginia's upset voice. She sounded like she was crying.

"It's not that I don't want to pay! I just want to delay my payment by a few days!"

"Ms. Peach, I'm afraid we don't take credit payments in our studio."

"I'm not asking for a credit payment!"

Virginia was still arguing with the cashier, her eyes red and teary. As soon as she saw me, her eyes lit up with hope as if she'd just seen her hero.

"Lyle!" Virginia exclaimed, grabbing hold of my arm. "I…"

"I heard everything," I said, trying to comfort her. "You can pay later. However…"

"It's okay, Lyle, I know the rules here!"

She interrupted me before I could finish my sentence. Then, she pressed a card into my hands, blushed hard, and said, "I'll be waiting here for you tonight."

After that, she ran out of the studio.

I looked at the card in my hand and shrugged. She wasn't the first person to offer herself to me like this.

I had been running my studio for three years, and plenty of other young ladies have tried paying by some form of credit. Of course, they had to expect that they would have to exchange something for it.

They knew the rules, and they played by it.

I recalled Virginia's smooth and flawless body from earlier and felt my throat run dry. I quickly put away the card in my pocket, told the cashier to let it go.

After work, I closed up my studio and walked toward Fokka Hotel, which was nearby, heading straight for Room 808.

I knocked twice on the door before Virginia slowly came to answer it.

Her hair was done up in two pigtails and she was wearing a very attractive school uniform outfit. However, her version consisted of very little fabric and left almost nothing to the imagination.

It was quite exciting to see her like that.

I fought to suppress my inner desires and still pretended to ask her, "Why did you ask me to come here so late at night, Ginie?"

"Aw come on, Lyle, it's not like you don't know why!"

Virginia made a tiny fuss before pulling me into the room, her face as red as a tomato.

The lights were warm and dim inside the hotel room, which easily got me in the mood.

Virginia first danced in her outfit and made all sorts of suggestive poses in her dance. Although she'd made the same poses as she did during her photoshoot, it just felt different now. What she did now was feeding my lust.

Virginia then grabbed my hand and pressed it against her body.

"Lyle, be gentle with me, okay? It's my first time after all…"