Page 52 of Hey Girl
Mayzie: I mean, it’s hard to say because she and I have been friends forever. I didn’t care so much about her seeing me naked than I did having her camera pointed at me. But all biases aside, it went well. Annie is the tough love type, but it comes from a place of encouragement.
Huh…
That sounds kind of cool, not that I’m planning on doing anything like that or anything. That would be insane. For someone like me? There’s just no way.
Then again…I never thought I’d become a rockstars girlfriend either, or have sexual intercourse with a living breathing human but here I am. And since meeting Chris, I’ve hurtled over so many obstacles which makes me feel empowered to do even more, for me and for him.
But this? Hahahahahaha…NO. No that’s reaching just a little far. I’ll pursue my newfound empowerment in other ways.
“Okay,drop your pants, it’s gonna be fun,” Annie orders, standing casually by the bed, one hand on her hip, the other holding a rather big camera. And holy shit, a very large belly.
“Wh- what?” I ask, gripping the strap of my bag full of sexy underwear she told me to bring. Maybe this was a bad idea.
“I’m kidding,” the pregnant blonde bombshell waves her hand. “It was just a joke to help you relax. I’m sorry.”
“Oh… that’s…it’s okay,” I wave a hand and shake my head trying to be nonchalant.
“Rebecca,” her face softens as she sets her camera down and comes a few steps closer. “You don’t have to do this today. This is a big step and if you need more time that’s totally okay. You’re here, and you get points with me for showing up.”
Oh my god she’s too nice.
And she’s right. I did get here. I booked the appointment, packed a bag of freaky lingerie and drove to her studio. That’s nothing to sneeze at right? I could change my mind and still go home with my head held high.
But again… I’m here.
“No,” I speak up in a squeak before I can stop myself. Then I clear my throat and try again with a normal voice. “No, I’d like to do this.”
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Annie gives me a triumphant smile and dammit, it’s infectious. “The changing room is just over there,” she points. “And there’s a robe you can put on before you come out.”
“Okay,” I nod with a nervous smile.
“Move your cute ass!” she barks, but with a smile. It’s weird but I like it.
I go get changed into a black lacey bra and panty set that I felt okay starting with and slip into the white cotton robe that was hanging on the back of the door.
And Annie is fucking brilliant. She made sure the studio was nice and warm, put on some music of my choosing, and then googled an extensive list of dirty jokes that she read to me between snaps of her camera. With every outburst of laughter, I seem to relax a little more, and by golly, I think I’ve even made another friend! I even get brave enough to smile while pointing at the camera, mine and Chris’s thing. Annie laughs with me as she waddles around different sides of the bed to get certain angles.
But it’s when I’m sitting with Annie at her laptop afterwards that the real euphoria hits. Seeing myself in the various shots on her screen is the most natural high I think I’ve experienced. And after Kimberlee’s freaky tea, that’s saying something.
Maybe I'm not just boring old Rebecca Randall, she of the stuttering and shyness. Maybe I'm womanly and sexy and everything I never thought I could be. Maybe I'm more. I know Annie is able to do certain effects and edits but that doesn’t matter. In these images I look how I’ve always dreamed. I’m sexual and fucking HOT.
“Thank you, Annie,” I say on a long, solemn breath.
“You’re the one who got naked, not me. I just took the pictures. But hey, tell your friends.”
Chris
I sit at my desk,something I never use - in my office - a room I never use. Which is probably why it takes a few minutes for Rebecca to find me.
“Chris?” She startles when she sees me. Did I mention I’m sitting here naked? “Um, wow…” she gives me an approving smile after she recovers. “What are you doing in your office naked?”
“I’m not naked,” I correct her. “Did you not notice the spectacles?” I take the thin framed glasses off my face and place the end between my lips.
“Okay, what are you doing?” Her face deadpans.
“I was going for sophisticated and seductive,” I explain. “I sit here and look smart and play it cool while you try to carry on a conversation with me in my birthday suit, getting all hot and bothered until you can’t take it anymore and throw yourself at me.”
“Ooh, sounds fun,” she sits down on the loveseat opposite me and crosses one leg over the other.