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?”
She winked;
“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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Yet again I forgot to do the Wednesday Poll; apologies to all… Anyway, I offer this as an alternative.