That day he almost completely lain on the bed. Unbridled nights always knocked him out of the rut for a long time. There was no exception, and this hangover day, shower, morning jogging, and breakfast only pushed the coma. Having fallen on a sofa in front of the TV, the young man lay there until evening. At last, he was forced to get up by the cheerful trill of the bell, someone was standing at the door. Rising and shaking off some nervous fragments of sleep, he opened the door. On the threshold stood a young creature.

- Hello! - exclaimed the girl. and slightly wary added - in my opinion, I was not on time.

- No, no, come on. Protested the young man. I'm just a little ... phew ... Not having found the words, he showed all bewilderment with all his appearance.

It seems to be a familiar face, and as it was associated with hangover visions. Slender figure ... tall to his chin, the girl slipped into the apartment. And only by feeling the smell of her perfume, he understood. Katya, met at the club. He was attracted by her confident sensual movements on the dance floor. She seemed to be completely merged with the music, submitting to her predatory rhythm. Then there was a bar, a small green pill that moved from its mouth into its parted lips. Laughter, smell, her eyes, there was something in her, he wanted to take a picture of her ... He led her into the hall, which was the studio itself.

- You're here, look around - he suggested. - And while I put myself in order.

- Yeah - the creation agreed.

- Would you like some coffee?

- Yes.

After a couple of minutes, the young man stood on the threshold of the studio with two cups of freshly brewed coffee. He stood admiring the figure of a girl who became interested in his Canon digital SLR. Finally, she felt his gaze and turned around, he smiled at her widely:

- Your coffee!

The girl came up and took the cup from his hands. She wanted to take a step back, but he reached out and drew her to him.

- Hey. She exhaled in his chest.

- I remember your smell - he buried his nose in the crown of her head - and not only - the free hand slid on her back.

- We spill coffee. The girl looked up and looked into his eyes.

- Not at all - he saw in them a cheerful spark and clung to her sympathetic lips.

When they broke away from each other, to take a breath of air, their bodies pressed against each other even more.

- We seem to be going to hold a photo session.

- We will hold it. Retorted the young man. - Photographing process is even more intimate than sex and more stressful. Sincerity and understanding are very important here.

- Do you all say that?

“It's just my approach.”

He lifted her chin and clung to her lips. The girl lowered her eyelashes, selflessly kissing. His hand fell on her chest, and he felt that there was nothing under her thin sweater. Enjoying her elastic suppleness without hindrance, he found a hard nipple berry and mentally howled. The girl was sweet and clockwork. The creature definitely enjoyed it, having closed its eyes, it melted in his hands. She left the oblivion, feeling the tension in his hips, in jeans something was obviously growing.

- Hey - she pushed off his shoulders. A shining look from the underbelly glowed with delight - what are you doing?

Her cheeks were burning, she was beautiful. With a boyish scream, he rushed for the camera. The model is seated on the windowsill, the last kiss is broken, and then the shutter is snapped. The light was set, the clothes and makeup changed, the music turned on, the mood was created. Finally, having caught another frame, he said:

- Phew, and lowered the camera, - Let's take a break, otherwise I don’t see anything.

- I, too.

- This is from flashes - he dragged her into the kitchen.

After drinking tea and smoking, they just looked at each other.

“Have a drink,” he handed her a glass of brandy. She raised a questioning glance at him, but he only nodded to her.

- Go to the bathroom and take a shower - The young man gave her another task. “I need you wet, so just wipe your head, and just blot your body.” I'll go while I prepare the studio.

In the hall, he shot the background, exposing the wall of bare concrete. And he moved a piece of carpet to the opposite wall, which covered the same concrete. He needed a contrast, a harsh light. It was getting dark outside the window, but he still decided to lower the blinds. By the time the girl appeared, wearing only one towel, everything was ready. He looked at her unkindly, and took off his denim shirt:

- put this on.

While the girl was changing clothes, he turned away gloomily.

“Everything,” the creature was at a loss for his mood.

Without explaining anything, he silently sat her on the concrete. He put the classic pose, when you can see a naked girl and at the same time can not see anything.

- Make an offended face, as if you were deceived by a close person. I want to see undeserved pain.

The girl's lips quivered, her eyes went somewhere down to the side.

- Well.

- And now feel pride in yourself, you are strong and independent, he is not worthy of you.

The chin lifted a little, the lip line became firmer. Minute offense is nothing - she knew her worth. "Baby, born actress," he thought. He only needed to follow the light and shoot, shoot, take pictures. She moved by playing with her body, as if it were more natural for her to be in the sight of the lens than to suck a finger. He could only throw a winning light and shadows on her.

- Now show me the desire. The fire is burning inside you, do not hide it. Any man you want will be yours, conquer him.

She gathered her shirt into a fist, shook the mane of her hair and looked at it through them. These eyes, he clicked the shutter, hurrying to capture them. Gentle and at the same time firm, and in the meantime the show went on. She bit her lip slightly and added innocence in the eyes. It was an open plea. Only the camera in his hands gave him the strength to restrain himself. The girl entered the role, and continued the "seduction." Turning her back to the wall, she knelt down. Looking at him with a hungry look, she pulled the shirt up to reveal her ass. Slowly, inch by inch, she opened her body, appealing, looking at him a little scornfully, she knew how weak he was. She knew all his thoughts about her body, and she definitely liked them ...

- Fuck me. A low voice in his head exploded like thunder.

It seemed to him that he could hear his heart beating.

- I want you to fuck me.

- just like that, here.

- Baby, put your hand on your pussy.

He clutched the camera, catching her every movement. She grabbed the shirt with one hand, and lowered her palm to the very source of her desire. Without taking her eyes off him, she asked: - Do you want me to caress yourself?

- Yes.

She bit her lip and moved her fingers even lower. To the very hearth. When her fingers lay on the bud, she closed her eyes. With a barely audible moan, she plunged her middle finger into her bosom. She felt neither the stiffness of concrete nor the coolness of the evening. Nothing mattered; only the man’s gaze burned her and her own desire. She wanted to feel her taste and she raised her fingers to her lips, the desire drunk her. She felt free and happy in her freedom. With one hand she had to hold her shirt to show everything to her viewer. He was right, he is also a participant in the process. The hand slipped to the chest, weighing its soft elasticity, touching the aching nipples, then down again. Straighten yourself between your legs, oh if men knew which one is sometimes here ...