Look Sexy
“OK, you’re beautiful, you’re amazing, look sexy for me!”
The woman stretched across the leather couch, her thin dress slipping back and forth over her curves, and she blew a raspberry at the photographer.
“Ha!” he said, chuckling a little wearily. “Right, now look at me like you want me, like I’m your boyfriend and you haven’t seen me in weeks, OK? Come to me, baby!” He held the camera back to his eye and crouched.
She smiled a wickedly sensual smile, and then s-l-o-w-l-y let one eye drift to the middle until she finally broke and started giggling.
The photographer slumped. “Honey, fun’s fun but you’ve got to take this seriously. We’ve been at this for hours and I haven’t gotten one good shot. We’re on deadline. I need you to give me sexy, dirty, drive me crazy, all right?”
She nodded and leaned forward. Her magnificent cleavage deepened into dark shadow. Her eyes were huge, with reflections from his lights dancing in their depths. The dress clung to her, making her appear far more naked and available than someone who was merely unclothed.
She may have been, the photographer thought to himself, the most beautiful woman he’d ever been in a room with, and he’d shot for Sports Illustrated.
She stuck out her tongue, put her thumbs in her ears, and waggled her fingers at him.
Her boyfriend walked up to the front door just as the photographer stormed out, muttering in bursts, bags of gear slung over his shoulders. She stood confused in the hallway.
“Baby? Everything all right?”
“I don’t know! He was so weird!” She shook her head, and then stepped slowly toward him. “But at least you’re here now…”
And, seductively, she crossed her eyes and made bullfrog cheeks at him.
Grinning, he picked her up, the warmth of her skin coming through the thin dress crinkling in his hands, and blew loud bubbles on her tummy. She screamed with laughter and kicked her feet as he carried her into the bedroom.
“You are the sexiest woman alive,” he told her, and shut the door behind them.
There were honking noises.
