The arch of her back was exquisite. The stark lighting and her skills as a model were a part of that mystery, but it struck me in that moment that she was a truly beautiful woman.
I put my mind back into the moment and gently squeezed the shutter release; the strobes popped and started to whine as the re-charge phase kicked in.
“You want me to hold this?”
She was looking back over her shoulder, smiling; I could not remotely understand how she held the pose in the first place, let alone throw me a look without losing her position.
“Yeah, just for one more and then we’ll step it up a notch. These heavy contrast spotlight shots are great for the book, but we’re neither of us going to make any money on them, you know?”
“Don’t worry, mate. Knees so wide you’d get a car between. I just need to go smoke a fag first.”
I laid the remote down on the camera and fixed her gaze;
“You know that I’m looking for something less brash than that, yeah?”
Her face softened and the smile came back;
“Don’t worry, I know. Relax.”
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