Excerpt of The Photographer's Assistant.
“Move that light just a little more
to the left,” Christian said as he paced around the room, looking at the
photoset from every angle. “Okay,” he added almost to himself. “David, stand
right there,” he pointed, and David did as he was asked. He’d been working as
Christian’s assistant for about three months now and he knew better than to
question anything, even though he could see that to really test the light and shadow, Christian needed to have David
lie on the bed. Not that David would have second thoughts about doing that. Fuck,
if Christian asked, David would be naked and have his legs wrapped around
Christian’s waist in two seconds flat. The man was a genius, and David
Weatherby found his boss the hottest, most intriguing man he’d ever met, but
Christian Pierre Coulliet, the foremost erotic photographer in the country
barely noticed him at all. Not that David could blame him. No one had ever
really noticed him, and certainly not for his looks, which were plain and
extremely ordinary. David Weatherby was invisible, especially around here,
where gorgeous men paraded through the studio wearing only ripped t-shirts,
skimpy briefs, or more likely nothing at all.
“Is this what you want?” David
asked, moving slightly so Christian could check to see how the shadows fell.
“No,” Christian said absently,
still looking for what was wrong. David could tell him, but he’d found out the
hard way that it was best if he let Christian figure it out. The man was as
temperamental as they came. “Move that light just a shade to the left,”
Christian said absently, and David moved it just to the right. Christian
grunted before standing up and smiling. If he’d been wrong, he could have
played a mistake, but David could sense what Christian wanted and he gave it to
him.
A knock sounded on the studio door,
and David moved out of the set and toward it to answer, knowing that Christian
hadn’t even heard it. “I’m Stavros, Mr. Coulliet’s expecting me.”
David stepped back and let the
olive-skinned beauty enter the studio. He had deep eyes and carefully trimmed
stubble on his high, sculpted cheekbones. Christian’s camera was going to love
him. “Stavros,” Christian called with a smile on his face as the model
approached him. The two men shook hands. “We’re ready for you. This is David,
my assistant. It’ll be just me and him during the shoot, so I don’t want you to
be nervous or intimidated. What I do is very intimate. You and I are going on a
journey that will result in some amazing photographs that people will remember
for years.”
Stavros swallowed, and David could
see Christian intimidated him a little, but that wasn’t unusual. Christian
intimidated almost everyone, but he was a master at putting them at ease and
getting the absolute most from his models. “What do I need to do?” Christian
walked to his camera, and David stood just outside the ring of lights that
encircled the white-sheeted bed. “Should I start clothed?”
“No,” Christian answered without
turning around. “Behind the curtain in the corner are packages of black briefs;
put on a pair and lie face down on the bed.” Christian didn’t even look at him
as he spoke, and David could see the man’s nerves begin to ramp up. Without
being asked, he walked to where Stavros stared at Christian and lightly touched
his hand.
“Right this way.” David showed
Stavros where he could change, and waited until he came out from behind the
screen. “You look great,” he told the model, and motioned him back toward the
bed. “Lie with your face down, but facing him. Christian is the best, and
you’re amazingly beautiful.” David didn’t have to lie, because Stavros was
stunning. And when he stepped into the light and descended onto the bed, his
skin shone and played off the stark white sheets and the small strip of black
fabric around his waist.
“That’s perfect,” Christian nearly
purred, and the camera began shooting. “Lovely, now look up at me.” The small
click of the camera shutter sounded. “Perfect. You’re absolutely perfect.” Christian
kept shooting and moving. “Let your arm hand off the edge of the bed and turn
to look at me.” Christian kept taking pictures, and David stood back and away,
but close enough to be there if Christian needed anything. “Lovely.” Christian
moved closer and then backed away, taking photograph after photograph. He had
Stavros moved in a number of ways, on his stomach and then onto his back,
taking dozens of photographs. “I need you on your stomach again after your slip
off the briefs.” Stavros complied, and Christian began taking more photographs.
“That’s lovely, you look superb,” Christian crooned in his deep voice as he
moved to the foot of the bed. “Lift your head to look at me.” The shutter
sounded softly. “Now lift your hips,” Christian said, and Stavros complied. “Perfect,”
Christian told him. “Look at me like you want me, yes, like you want to get
fucked more than anything in the world.” The model’s expression shifted, and
David could see exactly that. Without words, he could see that was exactly what
Stavros wanted. He looked wanton, glistening with sweat from being under the
hot lights. “That’s it. All you want right now is a big, thick cock sliding
right into your body,” Christian said in his resonant voice, and Stavros
shuddered. “Is that what you want?”
“Fuck, yes,” Stavros muttered as
Christian took picture after picture from all angles. “I want you to fuck me
right now,” Stavros muttered, and David shifted back slightly where he couldn’t
be seen and adjusted himself before trying to clear his mind and remember that
this was a photo shoot.
“Not yet, pretty one,” Christian
said and continued taking photographs. “Roll onto your side.” Stavros did as
Christian asked, his cock hard and bobbing as he moved. “That’s lovely, arms
over your head and stretch your body for me. Make yourself look as long and
tall as you can. Reach for the headboard.” The camera never stopped. “Perfection.”
Christian took picture after picture, and David stood mesmerized by what
Christian got his models to do and how he made them look.
David watched as Stavros writhed on the bed,
Christian’s sultry voice telling him what he wanted, and Stavros moving exactly
that way. “Lie on your back,” Christian told his model as though they were
making love, and Stavros did, running his hands over his skin as Christian
continued shooting. David had seen this many times before. Stavros was in a
world of his own, where it was only him and Christian. Stavros reached out for
Christian, and he continued shooting as Stavros descended into passion. Before
coming to work for Christian, David had never dreamed that something like this
was possible, but Christian lured all his subjects in with just the sound of
his voice, and for the last three months David had gone along for each and
every ride.

3 comments:
I really like the cover, Andrew. It pops - very arresting. Sounds like a great story - may you have many happy sales. :)
Thank you Tina. I'm glad you like it. You're such a sweetheart. :)
Andrew
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