My name is Artem and I am a successful photographer. So successful that sex for me has become a familiar routine and, even at some point, tired. The most famous magazine in which I worked brought a steady income. And my close friend, and in combination the main founder, at any moment could give me exactly those orders and those girls whom I want. But at some point, life filled with debauchery and money, became fresh.

I already missed, the models themselves hung on me in an attempt to draw out a lucky ticket to this sparkling and alluring industry. It became so boring that perfect faces with masterful make-up and bodies with perfect tan ready to jump on my dick, were no longer exciting.

But that all changed when a young couple, Roma and Ksyusha, moved into my apartment across from me. My eyes lit up, and I felt the jeans begin to press again in my groin when I met Xenia on the landing.

High slim neighbor, Ksenia - long slender legs, breasts of the second size, naughty brown eyes and always a smile from ear to ear. It was not all perfect. The ears stuck a little, the chest was small and the bum, on the contrary, too lush for such a slim figure. But that was what made her so alive and real. This is what distinguishes her from the glossy girls.

One day rushing to work, with an armful of photos, I jumped out of the apartment. Without dismantling the road, I stumbled, dropped the keys, quickly picked up and literally crashed into Ksyuha. Photos with languid models scattered on the floor, I swore softly and began to collect them.

Ksyusha embarrassedly apologized and sat down beside her and began to help me.

“It's all right,” I smiled, “it was my fault.” I almost hit a beauty like you.

- Yes, well, pin up, Artem, - she slammed me on the shoulder in a friendly way, - here you have these beauties a dime a dozen. I compared with them just a gray mouse, no more.

Then I suddenly clearly realized what I needed to do. Perhaps this is the only chance that life has given me.

“It’s just a photographer’s skill, light processing, good equipment and everything,” I said casually, “you would have looked no worse than all these models.”

- Tell me too. You flatter too openly, - she smiled sweetly, - But thanks anyway, even though you're lying.

- What?! - I was not worth the trouble to portray the insult - I lie ?! Come to my photo shoot and see for yourself. I will take a photo of you and you will iron better than many models that we have just collected all over the porch.

- Yes? And who will give me the money for it all? I know that your photo shoot is clearly not worth as a passport photo. Yes, and you do not work in the school newspaper. Maybe Roma will get a couple of top three salaries at his factory, and then I will come to you. Well, provided that Roma and I will not eat, but only save for a photo session because of a silly argument.

- Is free! - I said.

- What?

- I will photograph and process the photo for free, which would prove to you Ksenia, as far as you were wrong.

She thought. It was a great temptation: free photos from one of the most famous artists in the city.

- Can you imagine how your friends will get jealous? You starred at Artem himself! - I kindled it.

I looked at her while she thought: Tall girl, small chest of the second size, ass like two melons, very slim, long legs.

She smiled slyly.

- This is when? And you can print pictures?

- Of course. And in the number I give and print. Come to the studio tonight, do you know where she is?

Ksenia nodded.

- At six I am waiting for you for a free photo session. Maybe then thank you when you make a career in the modeling business.

She giggled waved to me, and said:

- Until the evening, liar!

Time dragged on for a very long time. I ran the whole shadow like a fog with an excited member. All thoughts occupied Ksenia with her smile, legs and jeans that covered a considerable ass.

In the end, after taking time off from work and complaining of feeling unwell, I took a taxi and went shopping. It was necessary to properly prepare for the evening photo shoot, with the participation of my dear neighbor.

After adjusting the light, checking the camera, memory, charging and lens several times, I waited.

At some point I felt uneasy. Still, Ksenia was a sweet, naughty and good girl. I did all this by no means out of good intentions, I was guided not by the brain or the heart, but by my penis.

Cursing at myself, I already pulled out the phone to call her and cancel everything, but then there was a knock at the door.

- Is there anyone? - it was she.

Realizing that there was no going back, I shouted:

- Yes I'm here!

She walked in and curiously began to look at her with huge brown eyes.

“You've lost everything here,” Ksyukha drawled. “With such equipment, probably any fighter will look good.

- You are not a kikimora. You are beautiful girl. I just want to highlight your beauty. Take off your jacket and shoes. Yes, and get there to the white wall, under the light.

“It's under those alien umbrellas with foil,” she giggled.

- Yes, it is there. Under the alien umbrellas.

- So, now what should I do? - she was standing in a T-shirt and jeans, smiling embarrassedly.

“Take any poses you want,” I said, kneeling on one knee and adjusting the lens to fool around, make yourself at home.

- Well, "To play the fool, in this you have no equal, Ksyuhin." So Roma says.

- He calls you Ksyukhin?

- Yeah.

- Then do not disappoint Roma, Ksyuhin. To relax Let's start.

Ksyusha took various funny poses, a little inept, but even more cute. I began to slowly photograph. She smiled and sometimes laughed. All this serious action of her amused. However, like everything around. She spun. Her eyes were burning.

I stopped and looked through the photos.

“Well, not bad,” I said.

- Something on the voice can not be said that you are very pleased. Not very good?

- Well ... I do not even know ... OK.

She ran up and looked over my shoulder.

“Too ordinary,” I said. “A girl in a T-shirt and jeans is in the room.” It is necessary to add expression!

Ksenia giggled.

I turned on the music.

- Ksyuhin, smoothly, without sudden movements, move to the music, and I will say when to stand still.

On her face I played a half-smile, from time to time I stopped her and clicked the camera. Tight jeans that wrapped her strong ass, seemed to me completely unnecessary.

- So, good girl. You're just a born model, - my words obviously flattered her, - Slightly lift the T-shirt.

She continued to move slowly, raising the edge of her T-shirt.

- Do not mess, - I smiled.

She giggled, and lifted her higher, exposing a trained tummy, a thin waist and a cute navel.

- That's it, just a miracle.

I photographed her from all sides. She smiled and, having crushed the fabric below the breasts, performed a belly dance.

- Now show your back beautiful.

Ksyuha pressed her chest against the wall with her T-shirt up, giving the lens a graceful back with gentle curves.

- It turns out? - She asked, clearly worrying about future photos.

- Each frame is better than the previous one! Just above the t-shirt lift.

She, glittering with her huge eyes, raised her shirt even more strongly. Appeared clasp black lace bra.

- So, stop, stand still, - I said sternly.

A little confused, she froze. I approached her and shook my head.

- The bra line is visible. The fabric itself is very beautiful, but spoils the composition.

- Maybe ... - Ksenia tried to turn around.

- Stop! wait! wait! Fold very well lay down on a T-shirt, do not move!

A little dumbfounded, she stopped and smiled apologetically.

- T-shirt, to be honest, is not suitable for shooting at all, almost every frame spoils, - I complained, - but now it’s very ...