It was early in the afternoon when Angel arrived at the photographer's studio. She had decided that it was time to refresh her portfolio. It had been some time since her dancing photos had updated and she wanted a new perspective.
Despite the studio being attached to his home, it was very professionally set out. Lights on tripods, various background screens and a table full of cameras and other electronic equipment showed that this was not an amateur arrangement. She noted one of the cameras was a Leica and probably worth more than her car. It was next to the latest iPad. Old next to new.
The room was not a sterile environment. It was part of his home, and a comfortable lounge and two easy chairs offered a relaxing side.
"Make yourself comfortable," he said, "there's tea, coffee or if you want, some wine"
"I'd love a gin and tonic. It's been a while since I've professionally modelled."
Angel had explained on the phone earlier that she was a semi professional dancer but her dancing had been sidelined in the last couple of years for a number of reasons. New circumstances in a new town offered the opportunity to 'get back on the horse' as she termed it.
She was nervous. She gulped half of her drink then said "right, where do we begin?"
"You can change in the room on the left, while I get my gear. We'll start with some action shots of you dancing then move to some portraits in costume."
Minutes later Angel swirled back into the studio, wearing her sequinned bodysuit. Tassels hung from her brightly coloured outfit, swinging from her breasts. Lace stockings covered her long dancers legs and Angel had bright yellow feathers in her hair. He had turned on the stereo and was playing the cd she'd given him earlier.
She twirled, the camera in his hands clicking, music pulsating.
After five minutes, Angel changed costumes and had another strong drink.
More music followed and the afternoon wore on. Angel was enjoying herself and getting a little tipsy as she performed her last pirouette.
"Thank you so much. This is fun"
Maybe it was all the gin, maybe it was the excitement of dancing again, but for whatever reason Angel slipped a brief kiss on him as she danced off to change back to her day clothes.
When she reentered the room, wearing blue jeans and a black T-shirt, he was standing at the camera table with a drink in one hand. The afternoon sun was streaming in the window. Soon it would be dark.
"Do you feel up to some casual portraits" he asked.
"Sure," Angel replied striking a pose, one hand on her hip and the other behind her head. Her breasts stretched the soft fabric of her shirt. Somehow in the rush of changing clothes, she forgotten her bra.
He laughed. "Nothing so formal. Just sit over on the lounge and relax." He had the iPad and as Angel repositioned herself on the lounge, he clicked a few shots.
