The agency had sent me to work with this photog several times before and we'd gotten along just fine. He was a nice enough guy and seemed pretty decent so when the offer came to do a location shoot with him in Canada I had no problem accepting. The $10,000.00 paycheck for a month's work was a big inducement, too. Besides, it was late fall and it would be January before any new work came up.
It was a short flight to Vancouver and the ride to the harbour was almost as long as the flight, given the morning commute traffic. I made it just in time and met Jon at the floatplane dock where it turned out we were the only passengers. I said 'hi' to the pilot and he didn't even turn around to talk to me as he was busy preflighting the plane. It was a pretty big plane for just two people and then when Jon got me inside I saw all of the cargo and figured there would be a few stops to drop off this stuff on the way to the location.
Jon gave me a pair of earplugs as the twin turbo-props came to life with a roar and that was the end of any possible conversation. The plane taxied out into the harbour and with very little ceremony we were quickly in the air. I saw Grouse Mountain off to the right as we flew north and I watched below as civilization thinned out with each passing kilometre.
I'm not sure when, but I took a nap after a while and woke up when the plane encountered some turbulence. I looked out the window and saw that we were descending. My watch told me that six hours had elapsed since we'd taken off and the late afternoon sun confirmed it. The landing was smooth and we soon came aside a small dock. The pilot cut the engines and deftly jumped to the dock to secure the plane.
"Christie, why don't you take your bags up to the cabin and I'll be up to join you in a few."
Jon was already busy unpacking boxes from the plane and I didn't bother to reply. I grabbed my bags and headed up the slope from the dock to the quaint little cabin tucked into the trees. The cabin was nicely appointed with rustic furnishings and three bedrooms. I picked out one of them and then realized I needed to pee. The bathroom was very modern in contrast to the rest of the place and I was really surprised to find not only running water, but hot water coming out of the tap when I washed up. I was still unpacking my clothes when I heard the plane start up. Minutes later, the sounds were replaced by stillness as the floatplane lifted off and flew away.
"So, do you like the place?" Jon had managed to walk in unnoticed despite the pervading silence.
"Oh, yeah, it's beautiful. I've never seen a place like this, really."
He looked around as if trying to decide what to say next. "Well, I bought the place a few years ago and this is the first time I'll be spending any serious amount of time here. There used to be a lumber camp near here and the electricity still came in so that made the deal for me."
I turned back to my clothes and didn't see his reaction when I replied. "A month isn't serious time, I'm sure it'll be over before we know it."
When I turned back to him all I saw was his back as he went out to get a fire started and then he started on dinner.
The evening went nicely and we had a nice chat near the fire before calling it a night. The next morning Jon came in and woke me up, I could smell bacon and coffee in the air and instantly knew he'd been up for a while. I was a little miffed that it was still dark out and then I realized he wanted to shoot with the morning light. I got my robe and slippers on and went out to the kitchen right as the door closed with Jon going outside. The breakfast was on the table and I helped myself.
A quick shower and then I was into my morning ritual. Blow drying the hair, brushing and flossing, makeup, and...where were my birth control pills? I looked all over and couldn't find them to save my soul. I got on the first outfit of the day and went out to join Jon.
"Jon, you haven't seen a round little pack of pills have you?"
"No, why?"
"Well...I guess it won't matter." My period was due soon anyway, the pills I was taking at this point were the placebos. Next week, well, I'd deal with it then.
We were done by nine and then there was a break until sunset. I killed the time with one of a number of books I'd brought along, Jon chopped wood after cleaning up the kitchen.
This became our routine for two weeks and then one morning Jon announced he wanted to do some nude shots. I've done nude posing for an art class, but there was just...something...in the way Jon was asking that made little warning bells go off in my head, but what was I supposed to do? Ten grand is a lot of money and the five figures figured into my agreeing to do the shots. He set the lights up in the bedroom we weren't using and the room warmed up right away. He talked to me a lot as we worked and my poses became a little more sensual than artsy and I kind of got into it and had some fun. When he asked me to do some handcuffs he was already getting them on me as I laid back. My wrists were secured to the sturdy headboard and he adjusted the lights before getting back to work.
I was soon into the role playing a vixen for the camera, posing sensuously with my legs modestly held together as teasingly as possible. It was kind of fun, really.
