"Good afternoon, Mr. Dukakis. I'm Caroline Simpson and I will be doing your photo shoot today."
"Hello, nice to meet you," Jesse responded, giving her a handshake. "And please, call me Jesse."
"Are you comfortable with all of this? We'd like to get the best possible shots for you to promote your show in Los Angeles next month."
"Um, yeah sure, I think. I mean, I just hope I can keep things on a professional level. I've never had a beautiful woman take pictures of me, uh, you know, kinda racy before."
"Don't worry. I've had lots of men experience nervousness during shoots like this. Besides, it makes for a better picture," Caroline winked.
"Well, okay then. I mean, you know, whatever shit you're gonna do."
"Great. I'll show you the set where we will be working."
Caroline then led Jesse over to the set, which included a white leather couch. She had planned to photograph Jesse shirtless, along with a leather jacket, pants, and boots.
He was then taken to the dressing room where the stylists and makeup artists waited to perform their magic on him; given his already smoldering magnetism, their work would be easy.
When he was finally ready for the shoot, Caroline could barely contain her composure; she had photographed plenty of gorgeous men in her career, but Jesse was absolutely beautiful.
The first set of poses were of Jesse spread on the couch, the jacket open and showing off his chest. The pants were almost bulging at the seams, and she had caught his eyes perfectly through the lens.
Caroline then instructed Jesse to remove the jacket, then produced a set of handcuffs for a special effect. She then put them his hand before having him slowly pull down the zipper of his pants, while Caroline worked to get the one perfect shot. It was quite a task; it seemed to her that Jesse never took one bad picture.
The hint of eyeliner he had worn for this session was perfect; it would drive any woman with a pulse crazy. Jesse had given her his best pouts, stares, and flips of his hair to the camera. He loved the camera and the camera loved him.
And he was also thinking about getting into the photographer's panties. She did have some nice tits and he could tell they weren't fake ones, either. Jesse was even wondering if she gave good head.
Meanwhile, Caroline could no longer contain her professional composure; the guy was too hot for even her. She had never felt like this photographing men before, and it bothered her a little.
"Let's break for a few, Jesse," she said, feeling the color rising in her neck.
