Spice. Scarlet Smith

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СКАЧАТЬ there. Not in his work suit, but in clothes she didn’t recognise. She wondered if he’d borrowed them from his brother. He had greased his slightly tousled hair back and was wearing round, dark-framed glasses. He had on a tight black T-shirt and tight jeans. He carried a camera bag.

      Jess smiled at him, but, keeping her role in mind, lowered her eyes.

      ‘Hi, Jessie. My name is Maxwell. The photographer.’

      Max walked into the house. Jess closed the door.

      ‘Do you have a room in mind?’ Max asked. He was pitching his voice lower. Jess pitched hers slightly higher. ‘Maybe the lounge.’ She walked ahead of Max, aware of his eyes on her.

      Inside the lounge she had made some adjustments, hiding pictures of the two of them and adding some magazines that a girl in her late teens might read.

      Max spotted them on the table. ‘Bet you’d love to be a model in one of these?’ he asked.

      Jess looked up at him and nodded, trying to make her expression seem bright with the prospect of stardom.

      Max nodded to the curtains. ‘Can I close the curtains? I need it a little darker in here.’

      Jess nodded.

      Max closed the curtains, then opened his bag. He pulled out a dark silk sheet and laid it across the sofa.

      Jess stood with her arms folded across her chest, watching him.

      ‘Take a seat, Jessie. We’ll start with face shots.’

      Jess perched on the edge of the sofa. Max took the camera out of his bag. He turned on a lamp and then stepped in front of her. ‘You’re so pretty.’ He leaned close and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ears.

      Jess swallowed and lowered her eyes. He seemed so sexy and in control. She couldn’t look at him.

      Max stood back and picked up the camera. ‘Smile for me, Jessie.’ After a few clicks, he put the camera down. ‘You’re looking pale, sweetie. I think you need a little makeup. Can you get me some?’

      Jess nodded. She couldn’t speak. She was anticipating the end of this role-play already. She got her makeup bag and passed it to Max.

      She sat still, on the silk, as he moved closer to her. With a delicate hand he brushed powder over her face. He found blusher and swept it across her cheeks. He was so close to her that she could feel his breath on her face. The touch of his hand doing something so intimate but non-sexual was arousing her. When he touched her lips she quivered and had to stifle a moan. Having to restrain herself from just reaching out to him was making her ache.

      ‘You need colour.’

      Jess only nodded because her mouth was too dry.

      Max brushed a dark-pink gloss across her lips. She immediately licked them, desperate for him to kiss her.

      ‘Better.’ He nodded approval and, stepping back, took some more snaps. ‘You have beautiful skin.’

      Jess smiled at him and then lowered her eyes. She was blushing.

      ‘I need to do whole-body shots now,’ Max said. ‘Can you lie across the sheet? Lie back on the sofa?’

      Jess nodded and sat on the sofa and then lay back slightly. She felt stiff and unsure.

      ‘Let me help you.’ Max straightened her legs so they looked longer. He pulled at her hair, loosened her bun and fanned the hair across the silk. That slight touch of his fingers brushing her neck was like a jolt of electricity.

      Max picked up his camera and took a few more shots. ‘I need to sort your hair.’ He leaned in close enough for her to feel his breath on her face and smell his aftershave. ‘I need to see more of you,’ Max said. ‘How’d you feel about taking your clothes off, or wearing your underwear, like a bikini?’

      Jess shook her head. ‘I don’t know.’

      Max grinned and traced his finger across her cheek. ‘You’d look like one of those models in your magazines.’

      ‘I don’t know if I … fill a bikini.’ Jess’s voice was an embarrassed whisper.

      Max smiled and stood in front of her. He held out a hand. ‘Let me be the judge of that.’ Jess stood and Max started unbuttoning her blouse. This is so sexy, she thought.

      Max took a deep breath as he looked at Jess in her bra, then stepped back, though she was sure he was desperate to touch her. As he fiddled with his glasses she looked at his groin and could see his erection straining through his jeans. The feeling of power, of making him stiff, was delightful.

      ‘Take your skirt off,’ Max instructed her, his eyes on the camera, as though looking at her but not touching her was too much for his self-control.

      Jess stood in her underwear, more confident now.

      ‘Lie back down.’ Max started clicking away again.

      Jess posed this way and that. ‘Am I doing OK?’ she asked.

      Max cleared his throat, ‘Absolutely, sweetheart. Absolutely. Could you, um, just lower one hand, have it resting on your thigh, and maybe place the other just above your, um, your breast?’

      Jess moved her hands slowly across her creamy skin, watching him through lowered lashes. She ran one hand down her leg and back up to her thigh. The other she placed just above the material of her bra.

      Max took some more pictures. She could hear his breathing getting heavier. ‘So, if you’re over sixteen, I don’t need your mother’s permission for these shots …’

      Jess smiled and let the hand on her thigh creep a little higher. ‘I’m eighteen,’ she answered, watching his reaction.

      Max grinned and then returned his attention to the camera. ‘Maybe a little more racy, then?’

      Jess nodded. ‘What do you want me to do?’

      Max moved across to her. He took the hand that was on her breast and raised it. ‘How do you feel about actually cupping one of your, um, breasts, maybe looking like you’re enjoying a quiet moment, imagining a lover …?’

      Jess nodded and rubbed herself through her bra.

      Max stood up and held the camera again. ‘Maybe slip a finger under the material …?’ His voice was thick.

      Jess nodded and did as she was told. She was enjoying the feeling of Max being in charge, but she also knew that, by doing what he said, she had the power to turn him on.

      ‘Maybe let your other hand wander higher,’ Max suggested, still snapping away.

      Jess closed her eyes and ran her fingers up her thigh to her knickers.

      ‘Maybe caress yourself through the material, or, if you’re comfortable, under the material.’

      Jess ran her hand across her knickers and then slipped a finger under the elastic, inside herself.

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