Sample Sunday - Put The Camera Down

She stole my attention from the moment she walked in – pretty copper skin and big brown eyes, braids to her ankles at the time. Not just my attention though, for obvious reasons. She was fine, so dudes wanted to get at her, but she wasn’t on that wave at all.

I could feel that, so I didn’t say anything – trying to be on my best professional behavior and all that, despite the weird vibe I was picking up from her.

She was laid back, and perfectly pleasant, but she wouldn’t give me eye contact like she would with everybody else – I noticed it because for some reason I was… shit, craving that from her. All my life, I’d had an undeniable effect on women – I was a good-looking dude, objectively.

She would not give me any energy though.

None.

Something was up.

Brooke suggested a “voyeur” angle for the shoot, knowing it was supposed to have an organic, candid sort of feel. She was good at it too, fading into the background so much that we lowkey forgot she was there, we were just kicking it.

Then she followed me to the bathroom.

“Just trust me – the fans that want to fuck you will love it,” she insisted, standing with me in the empty men’s bathroom. “Do not actually pull your dick out, just… act like you’re about to. Whatever you would do if I wasn’t here, right up to that moment. Please don’t pull your dick out.”

“I wont,” I assured her, laughing. “But you realize, you followed me?”

“To get the shot.”

“Still.”

I did what she wanted – let her get the shot, which didn’t take that long. It was awkward, with her half hiding behind the wall, standing off to the side, working out the angle. I tried lightening the mood by pushing the limits of what she’d directed – everything short of actually pulling my dick out.

I wasn’t trying to be a creep, but I did want to make her laugh.

That didn’t keep me from wondering though, and I had to ask the question that had been on my mind the whole time.

“How you know what my fans that wanna fuck me will love?”

Her lips parted in surprise. “Excuse me?”

“How do you know that my fans who want to fuck me will love these pictures? Are you one of them?”

She bit her lip, trying not to smile at what I could only assume was a correct guess – a reaction that let me know I wasn’t bugging about picking up a weird vibe from her earlier.

“We could make that happen… after hours, of course,” I offered, but she shook her head.

“I don’t fuck my subjects.”

“Put the camera down then sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that.” She said it with a smile though. “And… it’s not that simple.”

“Could be.”

She giggled at the persistence. “I don’t know… I’d hate to find out it’s little, or you can’t fuck.”

“We can put that first concern to rest right now,” I told her, already reaching back in my boxers as she laughed.

“Nah. Let me keep my fantasy intact.”