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“Okay, hold still.” I fluff her long black hair out and let more of it fall over her shoulder. “Alright, look back over at me again aaaand…” Click, click, click. “Perrrrfect. You’re a natural, Magan.”
“You just make this easy. My cousin said you were the best, and she was right.”
“You haven’t seen the final pics yet.”
“Don’t need to. This experience alone has been so rewarding. Five stars. Highly recommend.”
“Well thanks.” I take a few more pictures before directing her into a new position. My cell vibrates in my pocket and the urge to see if it’s Mak is strong, but I clamp down on my resolve and stay focused on my client instead.
After Mak left my house three days ago, she hasn’t tried to contact me. I feel sick about it. I think I’ve fucked up somehow and don’t know how to fix it. Her silence confuses me. She seemed happy and sated when she left the next morning, and I told her to call me when she had free time. I don’t know what made me think she’d call me that night.
Lame, I know. I should just call her, but I want Mak to have control here. I’ll come when she beckons—trust me. I’d told her that if I’m going to be the one who controls how our scenes are, I wanted her to be the one to initiate contact first. At least in the beginning.
I’m still worried I went too fast and hard on her the other night. The last thing I want to do is scare her away.
My cell buzzes again.
It’s hard to ignore, but I’m not taking away attention from my client. Especially since she’s lying upside down with her feet up in the air. “Nice. Stay just like that.” I snap a few more pics until I see her face turning red. “We’re done. Need help up?”
“Nope!” Magan flips over and blows out a deep sigh. “Woo. That was a head rush.” She points at the sex swing. “Can I take some on that next?”
“We’ll get there.” I double-check the lighting with my sensor. “I want to do some of you walking towards the window first. The light’s perfect for it right now.”
“Okay.”
The rest of the session goes smoothly and by the end of the workday, I’m tired. I still haven’t slept. I can’t seem to turn my mind off long enough to get any rest and spent all night playing video games and editing Mak’s photos.
They’re spectacular, by the way, as I knew they would be.
After closing the studio, I finally bite the bullet and check my phone, zeroing in on two numbers: Trey’s and Mak’s.
Relief and dread war in my chest because all I can see of Mak’s text on my notifications is “Hey, it’s Mak, I…”
I hit Trey’s text first because I’m a chickenshit.
Trey: Hey man. I need a fantasy shot with a woman and water elements. Something that says, “special chosen one”. No price limit set. If you don’t have an image already, the author is willing to pay for model and time.
Carson: I don’t have any that are licensed for commercial, but I’ll do a model call and find someone. Free to be creative with this?
Three little dots appear immediately. Damn, he must have been sitting on his phone.
Trey: Absolutely. She says to think High Fae Court meets Florence and the Machine.
I’ve got the perfect idea already.
Carson: Give me a couple weeks to set up the shoot. I’ll send you samples.
Trey: You’re a god. Thanks.
Carson: Bow to me.
Trey: You wish. *middle finger emoji*
Carson: Got two of those fingers? Shove them up your ass and twiddle them.
Trey: How about I shove them up yours? Nm. You’d enjoy it too much.
That makes me laugh.