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Photographer 34
🕑 Added 2021-11-20 07:55:00 +0000 UTC“P-practice shoot?” Nancy stammered immediately while Penny just stood up. Unlike Penny, Nancy was clever enough to understand how a private shoot, even in the middle of nowhere, could end with me on the other side of the camera.
Then, I noticed the beautiful glint in Penny’s eyes, realizing that I had been underestimating my busty blonde, mistaking her subtle acceptance for obtuseness. And if the quickness of her stand was any indicator, she was quite enthusiastic about what would follow.
Maybe she was impressed because I had defended her against Nancy’s tricks. Maybe her submissiveness was growing even quicker than I was expecting.
Either way, I was more than happy with the result. “Exactly,” I said. “Why don’t we start with a couple of pictures of you standing together,” I said. “You’re going to put a show for the majority of the day together, and it’s for the best if you can look natural,” I said.
Penny was quick to follow my order. Nancy was significantly slower, as if she was making a point of not listening to me, but since she followed the order but only a few seconds of delay, I let her do so.
Her earlier service earned her quite a bit of leeway, and it was her choice how to spend that.
I started snapping photos even as I asked them to take several poses, staying loyal to the angles that were more fitting to a warrior and a thief, mostly to warm up. “Keep moving,” I ordered soon after. “But pose however you feel comfortable.”
Penny reacted instantly. She might not be a natural model, but she was a great student of the art of sexiness, and her pose reflected that.
Nancy looked at her with a distinct distaste. I just smirked, focusing on Penny almost exclusively, and it didn’t take for Nancy’s distaste to be replaced by jealousy. She might not enjoy being forced to pose, but she hated being ignored distinctly more.
So, I wasn’t surprised when she turned her back for a moment, her hands moving suspiciously. And when she turned to face me once more, her cleavage had gone through a transformation, passing the border of sexiness to sink into the land of slutty, even skirting the edge of whorish.
That earned a frustrated look from Penny when she strolled in front of her, bending forward to enhance her sexiness even more. Unlike Penny, I was more than happy about the development, carefully recording the most spectacular instances as she moved into a sitting pose without prompting.
“Fantastic,” I murmured when Nancy grabbed another button of her thief costume, deepening her cleavage even further. “We might make a proper model out of you, yet.”
Penny looked lost for a moment. Unlike Nancy, her immediate reaction wasn’t to retaliate. But I didn’t want to order her directly, not wanting to blunt Nancy’s competitive instincts. Instead, I waited until Nancy was looking away before catching Penny’s eyes and gestured for her to walk behind Nancy, tapping my finger to my chest, signaling her to catch up with Nancy.
Penny caught a second wind the moment she received the order, taking a step forward even as her fingers reached her top, loosening her armor, making me lick my lips in anticipation as she stood behind Nancy, her hands on her shoulders.
Nancy looked up, not appreciating the close contact, but when her eyes caught the immensity of Penny’s cleavage, the reason for her annoyance flipped immediately.
“Your poise is amazing,” I said to Nancy. “If we work enough, maybe you can follow Penny’s footsteps and become a real model.” The backhanded compliment worked just as well as I hoped, and Nancy stood up while opening a few more buttons of her blouse.
Considering she was not wearing a bra, the resulting view was above spectacular.
“Beautiful,” I said, being completely honest. “Penny, why don’t you hug her from behind so that we can have a few interesting photos to give away with each successful sale.”
Nancy’s eyes widened at the realization, remembering that she wasn’t just posing in a public — albeit concealed — place but also she was being photographed for every single second of it. “I - I don’t feel comfortable using that to sell books,” she stammered, though the intensity of her blush suggested that it was less about her moral objections to using sexuality to sell her books, and more about the fact she was a part of the product.
“Could it be that you’re feeling shy?” I said with a smirk, with no problems to highlight her failure.
“N-no, of course not,” she answered predictably, so much that even Penny’s face had a wide smirk.
“Excellent,” I said with a smirk. “Then, we can have another break on the way, and have a proper shooting.” I gestured around. “A shitty waiting room is hardly the best setting for a warrior and a thief to mingle, right?”
Nancy’s silent fuming just widened my smirk. I left, and Penny followed immediately, not even bothering to fix her cleavage, which, while sexy, was still in the bounds of public decency. Nancy’s cleavage was certainly not, so she had to delay for a while before catching up, not helping her anger in any way.
We started driving once more. “I’m not sure about using those photos to sell books,” Nancy murmured a minute later. “What if it hurts my reputation as a writer?”
“All Hollywood directors use sexiness to sell their films. Are you saying that you’re better than every single one of them?” I countered, which was enough to silence her quite a bit. Not willing to continue arguing, Nancy reached for another book, continuing her task of signing all of them before we arrived at the convention center.
I put my weight on the gas, trying to gain some extra time. Not to arrive at the convention center any earlier, but to have some more time for our next stop. Nancy looked reluctant for it, but I had no intention of letting her get away from that trick.
But to do that, I needed her competitiveness properly awakened. Luckily, the road was empty, making it easy for me to drive the car with only one hand, the other landing on Penny’s lap, climbing up her thigh.
Her failed attempt to suppress a moan was all that needed to earn Nancy’s attention. She looked up, angry jealousy back in her face immediately.
I acted unaware of her attention even as my fingers crawled upward until they found the button of Penny’s pants, slipping inside to treat myself to her tempting body heat, making it rather difficult to keep my mind on the road.
Luckily, I soon noticed a side road, one that was leading to a little-known lake with an amazing view, though not known by most people. The only problem was the disgustingly bumpy road leading to it.
Under the circumstances, it was a nice advantage.
My fingers slipped into Penny’s panties, the bumpy road immediately elevating the experience to the next level for Penny, making it even more difficult for her to keep her moans in. “How about some music?” I said but turned it up before Nancy could answer, trying to make it look like I was hiding Penny’s reaction.
It was not a very convincing ploy, but luckily, Nancy was too distracted by her jealousy-tinged-anger to notice subtle details.
The country road leading to the lakeside wasn’t exactly short. The car bounced steadily on the way, and my fingers disappeared inside Penny, the combination enough to break her attempts to suppress her moans, loud enough to be heard even over the music.
Nancy might not appreciate the reasons for those moans, but that didn’t prevent her nipples from hardening in arousal, especially since she was feeling the rapid bounces even harder in the backseat. My shaft hardened painfully.
Luckily, Penny chose an excellent moment to show initiative, and her delicate hands reached for my zipper. A fumble later, my shaft was free. Its freedom lasted only for a second before it was imprisoned again, but Penny’s soft fingers were definitely the superior alternative.
A mutual handjob was definitely a good way to add color to a boring drive, especially since every single bounce on the road made Nancy’s tits jiggle on the back seat, leveraging her lack of a bra to the maximum benefit.
The combined assault of the amazing show and Penny’s soft touch was more than enough to turn my shaft into a steel rod, though Nancy’s angry frustration was just as delicious as the soft sensation. I continued to drive, enjoying the bumpy road — or, more accurately, the effect it had on the arousal of my two sexy passengers.
I could have driven harder, making Penny explode with arousal, but I didn’t.
I wanted them in just in the mood when we arrived at the lakeside.
Two minutes later, I finally stopped the car. “We’re here,” I said, gesturing toward the amazing view, and while they examined it, put my shaft back in my pants — no matter how uncomfortable it was.
“Put on your wigs, so we can take some character photos,” I said with a big smirk, ready for the spectacular show that was about to come.
