Girls On Film

by Falconer, Jade

  GIRLS ON FILM

  A PHAZE FETISH HEATSHEET BY

  JADE FALCONER

  Phaze 6470A Glenway Avenue, #109 Cincinnati, OH 45211-5222

  This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  eBook ISBN 1-59426-519-4

  Girls on Film © 2006 byJade Falconer

  All rights reserved under the International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

  Cover art © 2006 by Kathryn Lively

  Phaze is an imprint of Mundania Press, LLC.

  www.Phaze.com

  Also by Jade Falconer

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  Chris checked his appointments for the afternoon. It was a slow day, and he had only one session scheduled. That was unusual. His photography services had been in high demand lately, and he was generally fully booked. But he'd had a cancellation at the last minute, and that left him with just one shoot: a fetish model, according to the description. He usually did commercial shoots, but fetish shoots were his favorite. He had his proclivities.

  He went about getting ready. The details were laid out in the instructions that had been faxed to him, and it was a fairly simple scenario. He had all the kinky props that were required, some his own and some sent along by the agency. He was just setting up the lights when there was a knock at the door.

  Jenny adjusted the garment bag on her shoulder as she waited for the photographer to answer the door. There were several costume changes involved in the shoot, and she wasn't going to walk down city streets dressed like a dominatrix. At least, not until after dark. She wore snug-fitting faded jeans and a hot pink, cut-off T-shirt that accentuated her ample cleavage. She pushed her sunglasses up on her head, holding back her long, platinum hair.

  Chris walked over to the door, and pulled it open, eyes widening a little at the sight that greeted him. "Hello," he said, smiling. She wasn't his typical type of model, but then again this wasn't a typical shoot. "Please come in." He stepped back, allowing her to enter, surreptitiously checking her out. She was curvy but slender, slim hips and long legs. "I assume you're my model for today. I'm Chris," he said as he closed the door, extending his hand as he gazed into her grey eyes.

  She took his hand with a breezy smile. "I'm Jenny. Nice to meet you. Did they send over directions for the shoot?" she asked briskly. As a model, she tried to keep relationships on a professional level,but she couldn't deny that there was something incredibly appealing about the photographer. He had that look of wiry strength, slender but defined. Close-cropped, reddish brown hair accentuated his high cheekbones and piercing blue-green eyes. For these kinds of shoots she usually preferred a woman or someone ugly, but Chris was supposedly the best. She didn't mind.

  "They did. A fetish shoot. You have your own outfits, I assume?" he asked, leading her into the studio. He thought he could feel a little tension between the two of them, but he couldn't be sure. If so, he hoped it would translate well to film. She was certainly gorgeous, and would be more so in the fetish clothing.

  She nodded. "Yeah. Do you have a dressing room? I can go get changed into the first one." She knew there would be more to this shoot than clothes, but the clothes werethe only things she provided. "I have makeup, too, although I'm open to advice on that if you don't like it." She had done these sorts of shoots before and she knew what they usually liked. Cold, ice queen. She could do that.

  Chris pointed down the hall. "First door on your right. Just do whatever makes you feel comfortable, and I can adjust for it." He liked to make his models feel at ease as much as possible. It was hard enough for them to be half naked, posed provocatively in front of a camera. Nervousness showed on film.

  Jenny smirked at that. "I don't think you could adjust for pajama bottoms and a T-shirt," she quipped as she sauntered down the hallway to the dressing room. It took her twenty minutes to carefully squeeze herself into the black PVC corset, thong, and thigh high spike-heeled boots. Another ten to spackle on enough makeup to make her look like a cool dominatrix. She brushed out her hair so it hung loose down her back.

  She strolled slowly back out to the studio area. Chris was adjusting the lens on a camera mounted on a tripod, and she waited for him to notice her.

  Chris looked up and just barely managed not to gape. Her body looked even better in the PVC clothing. It was as if the outfit was made for her. The shiny fabric clung to every curve. "You look great," he said smoothly, trying not to ogle her too obviously. He was constantly surrounded by beauty, and he was usually immune to it. But something about Jenny was incredibly appealing. "I'll be ready in a moment, if you just want to sit over there." He nodded toward the shoot area, where the lights and backdrop were already set up.

  One of the many props was a high-backed, throne-like chair covered in black velvet. Jenny took a seat and crossed her legs, the tall, stiff boots creaking a little in protest.

  Chris readied the first camera, glancing surreptitiously up at the model as he did so. "That's perfect, actually," he said. "Shall we start there?" Her pale skin and blond hair contrasted perfectly with the black velvet. He knew this was going to be good.

  Jenny smiled at him. "From here on out that's pretty much your call," she said softly. "Just tell me what you want me to do." She was under no illusions about her role in a photo shoot.

  "Just the way I like it," Chris replied, smirking a little. He hadn't really meant to admit it, but he was kinky himself. He enjoyed the fetish shoots a little too much. He looked over at the props."Maybe a crop..." He handed her a black leather riding crop that matched her outfit. Jenny held the crop like a scepter, gazing towards the camera placidly. Chris adjusted the lights, then began to snap pictures. He could already tell these were going to be very hot. He encouraged her, telling her which way to move, and what to do.

  Jenny glared, arched her eyebrow, tilted her chin up, tilted her chin down, all on cue. She uncrossed her legs. She kneeled on the chair. She ran the tip of the crop over her lips, all at Chris' direction.

  Chris was impressed. Jenny looked just like a dominatrix, but she took orders without hesitation. He wondered if that was a product of being a model and being used to such directives, or...something else. He wanted badly to ask. "Why don't you go change into the next outfit, and I'll change the set?" he finally suggested.

  Jenny rose from the chair, and returned to the dressing room. The next outfit was even more risqué than the last. She emerged wearing evil-looking stiletto-heeled boots with buckle straps up to her knees, black satin thong panties, a black satin half corset, and a chrome plated bra that left the majority of her breasts completely exposed. She took a deep breath and strutted out to the studio space, adjusting the spiked collar around her neck.

  This time Chris didn't bother to hide his stare. It wouldn't have been possible anyway. Most of the models he saw were beautiful, but tended toward the non-voluptuous. Jenny was quite the opposite. He coughed a little, and returned his gaze to his light meter. "I thought we could take a few pictures with you bending over that table." Not that he wanted to see her in that position, no…

  Jenny nodded solemnly. She did her best to hide her blush. She didn't usually feel this awkward but for some reason with Chris it felt different. She walked over to the table and bent over it, looking back at him over her shoulder. "Like this?" she asked. "Perfect,"
Chris said, a little hoarsely."Spread your legs more." She did as he told her, feeling warmer with each passing moment. "Arch your back." The pose made her look even more sensuous, and he tried not to get distracted by his own desires. She took direction beautifully, and he couldn't help thinking of what it would be like to really tell her what to do.

  Jenny could almost feel Chris' eyes on her ass. She moved so he got the best possible view, and soon she was starting to feel a little aroused by it. That was odd; usually she wasn't affected like this.

  Chris continued to take pictures, moving a little closer. For a moment, their eyes met over the camera, and his heart started to pound. He wasn't sure what was wrong with him, or what it was about this girl that got to him. But he was definitelyaroused, and if Jenny looked down again she'd certainly be able to tell. He suddenly wished he'd worn looser pants. His cock pressed against the zipper and it was beginning to ache.

  Jenny could sense Chris' attention, although she didn't look at his crotch. She did, however, start to work it a little more. She made sure her legs were spread wide apart, and that her lips were moist, her eyes dark with real passion. She told herself it was because she wanted the pictures to turn out well, but it was more than that.

  Chris had been hit on by many models, and had propositioned a fair few himself, but he'd never felt this kind of tension during a photo shoot. Jenny was playing up to him, he was almost sure of it, and it was definitely working. He knew these pictures were going to be incredible, if nothing else.

  When it was time for another costume change, Chris stepped closer to her. He had to say it. "You're really sexy," he said softly. "But I suppose you hear that all the time."

  She faced him, tipping her head back a little to look into his pale eyes. "Sometimes," she said unapologetically. Chris had such an aura of control about him, such an unwavering, dominant vibe. Her heart rate sped up just a little.

  He had to push it a little further. It was his nature. "Do you just wear the clothes?" he asked. "Or...are you involved in BDSM?" You never know…She just looked so natural this way.

  Jenny inhaled sharply and licked her lips. The only thing to do was be honest. She wasn't ashamed of it, after all. "The clothing designer is...my former...Master," she said haltingly.

  Chris smiled a bit more widely. He'd known it. He was rarely wrong about these things. But..."Former?" he asked carefully. Now he had all sorts of new mental images to consider, but he didn't want to step on any toes.

  She shrugged, acutely aware of the movement of the air in the room across her exposed skin. "He's not the kind to stay with any one person for very long. But he's very open about it. He likes to...kind of...train people and then send them off into the world."

  Chris raised an eyebrow, and moved in deliberately. Even with her heels on, he was still taller than she was."And are you," he asked softly, "trained?" He didn't let himself hope just yet.

  The tension between them was now palpable. "Yes," Jenny said, her voice gone a little hoarse.

  Chris moved closer yet, so that their bodies were almost touching. "I thought so," he breathed. He looked down at her for a moment. "Go get changed." he said roughly, definitely ordering her this time.

  Jenny nodded and turned, walking back to the dressing room. The final outfit for the shoot didn't include anything even remotely covering her from the waist up. A black satin garter belt held up fishnet stockings. Over that another thong, black satin. Simple black patent stiletto pumps and black satin gloves above the elbow completed the ensemble. She came back out, drawing a shaky breath, and met Chris' eyes. She ran gloved hands through her long blonde hair. She'd never felt so exposed; but she wanted his eyes on her.

  Chris just gazed at her. He didn't try to hide his stare, because there was no way he could. He just hoped he could take pictures with no blood left in his brain.

  The last set was an actual bed, covered with a black satin throw. He nodded toward it, and said, "Get on the bed." He was giving orders now, not asking, because he knew she would follow.

  Jenny bit her lip and climbed onto the bed. He hadn't specified a position, so she lay on her back, leaning up on her hands. Her heart beat a mile a minute now, and her nipples hardened in the cool air of the studio.

  Chris approached, taking light readings, standing at the foot of the bed. He was fairly sure that after this shoot, he'd be fucking that gorgeous body. It was against his self-imposed rules, but he was too turned on to care at this point. They were consenting adults. What happened after the shoot was their business.

  While Chris' attention was on the light meter, Jenny allowed herself to really look at him. His tall, slender body radiated strength, and her breath hitched when noticed his very obvious arousal outlined against his snug-fitting pants. She wanted to see his body.

  Chris raised his eyes to meet hers, and the tension in the room rose again. Without a word, he backed away and began to snap pictures. After a moment, he moved closer again and said, "Put your arms above your head."

  Jenny lay back and raised her arms above her head. Chris' tone of voice had definitely changed, and she reacted to it immediately. She stretched her slim body on the bed, raising one knee until the spike heel was digging into the black silk sheet. His eyes on her made her want more. His hands, his body…she ached for it now.

  Chris had never been this aroused while taking pictures. It was all he could do to get the settings right. He moved to a different angle and said, "Spread your legs a bit more." His voice was deep with lust now. It was excruciating to be so close without touching, but the anticipation was delicious. These pictures were going to drip sex.

  Jenny slid her legs apart on the smooth sheets, and adjusted herself on the bed as appealingly as she could. She was panting softly now, her ample chest rising and falling. She stared at the camera intently, every inch of her body tingling with anticipation.

  Chris knew these pictures were going to be incredibly hot, because this sexual tension was real. Chris worshipped her body with his camera. "Arch up off the bed," he whispered, camera whirring away. "Show me how much you like this."

  Jenny looked at the camera, and the man behind it, straining toward him. She hoped her need showed through her poses.

  "Imagine the people looking at the pictures," Scott purred, getting even closer."Think about how much they will want you." Like he did.

  As Chris' camera recorded every inch of her, leaving her feeling more exposed than any photo shoot she'd ever done, she asked softly, "So...I guess you're into it, too." It was hardly a question. His very demeanor ever since she'd admitted to having a master had turned vigorously dominant.

  "I'm into you," Chris admitted, lowering the camera. He looked into her eyes. "I think that's pretty obvious. And I'm dominant. What you want to do about that is up to you." He stared at her steadily, hoping she was into him. He was fairly sure about it.

  Jenny swallowed hard. Well, there it was. She lowered her eyes demurely. "Actually...it's all up to you," she said quietly. She wanted to give up control to this man, whom she barely knew. It was a little frightening, but very compelling.

  Chris put his camera down. They were negotiating now, and the photo shoot was over. "Once you say yes, then it is. And not until." He knew he had to be very careful in his predilections. He watched her closely.

  She licked her lips again. "Yes," she whispered, meeting his gaze. She was ready for it, and he was very sexy. It had been too long since she'd had a lover who understood her like that.

  Chris just barely held back a moan, and his cock started to throb. He didn't move yet, though. There was no need to rush now, now that he knew he was going to have her. Now he could wait.

  He stood at the end of the bed, staring down at her. "Grab the headboard," he instructed, his voice silky soft now.

  Jenny gasped a little and curled her perfectly manicured fingers around the spokes of the headboard. She watched him, and his look felt like a touch. Now there was more to this, and it only increased her f
eeling of vulnerability. And she wanted it badly.

  "Good," he breathed, his eyes half lidded. Two things remained before they could begin. He walked over to the door, locking it securely, then walked slowly back to the bed. Letting her wait, establishing control. "Give me your safe word," he directed, still not touching her.

  "Arsenic," she breathed, responding immediately. She knew it wasn't necessary to explain it. It was just a word that she would remember that wouldn't come up in the normal course of having kinky sex. Uttering it to him made everything that much more real.

  Chris nodded, moving closer and running just his fingertips up her leg, barely touching. Her skin was as silky as it looked. "Tell me what you don't want," he said softly. Once he knew her hard limits, he could begin.

  Jenny shivered a little. "No permanent marks," she rasped. She'd been trained to tolerate anything else and be turned on by most of it.

  Chris nodded. "I promise," he said. He wasn't into blood play himself, so that wouldn't be a danger. He knew she had no reason to trust him, but he also knew that she wanted to give up control. His hand continued its path up her body, tracing lightly over her stomach and just brushing one nipple, then the other. He could have asked what she liked, but he preferred to find out for himself.

  She gripped the headboard tightly, panting now. Her eyes closed for a moment, and when she opened them she was where she needed to be. She looked up at him, her whole body humming with anticipation. She was in his hands now.

  Chris looked down at her, mind racing with the possibilities. When he'd first seen her topless, he'd known what he wanted to do to those beautiful breasts. He said, "Don't move," and walked over to his toy cabinet. He pulled out a small white candle. He had a box of them, and he knew their properties well. Wax play was one of his favorite things. He also took out a lighter, and walked slowly back toward the bed.

  Jenny stayed completely still, only her eyes following him. She saw the candle and her eyes widened. She bit her lower lip, but didn't protest.