Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
As spring break approached, all of my graduating class was discussing senior photos. Since they’d be our last year book photos, it was important for the pictures to be the best ever. But, of course, to have the best images, you have to hire the best photographer.
Thankfully, one of my uncles is a professional. Like with a studio and everything! I asked him if he’d be willing to set up a session and make me look my best. Expectedly, his schedule was full, so he said if I wanted him to take my pictures, I’d have to do it late one Friday night in his basement studio. I agreed and asked him if I could bring a few outfits to test, which would be my favorite, and he said that was more than fine.
Senior Photos
On the day of the photoshoot, I arrived at my Uncles house a little after nine pm. He greeted me at the door and walked me down to the finished basement. He had the backdrop all set up and two bright lights positioned at the white background, a fan sat to the left, and his large camera was front and center.
“Let’s get some test shots to see how the lighting is on your skin.” I trusted he knew best, so I placed my change of outfits on the bench by the stairs and walked onto the backdrop, just in front of the camera. “You’re so beautiful, Kayla. Smile for me.” I felt myself blush at his compliment, and I stroked my hair behind my ear. Then, looking into the lens, I smiled. “Good, baby. That’s good, but I’m getting a reflection off the sequence on your shirt. Take that off for me, real quick.”
It seemed strange, but I did has little bits of glitter all over my shirt, and he’d seen me in a bikini before, so my bra wasn’t much different, I rationalized. Finally, I slipped off my shirt and turned to the side a little. He kept complimenting me, and I started to feel more comfortable. The sound of the camera clicking and the bright blink of the flashes made me feel sexy. “Touch your tummy for me, baby. Be a model.”
Be a model
I did as he said. I was starting to explore my body with my hands. Up my sides, across my tummy, over my breasts to my neck. “That’s it, baby girl. The camera loves you. Take your pants off and lay down, like the magazine models do. You’re so pretty.” It felt odd, but again, he was the professional. He knew what looked best. I unbuttoned my jeans and shimmied out of them. I sat on the backdrop and stretched out my legs, lying on my side, feeling like a lingerie model. “Wow, you are so stunning. I bet you could be in the movies. Have you ever wanted to be in movies, Kayla?” I slowly shook my head, too embarrassed to admit I dreamed of being an actress. “I bet all the senior girls would be jealous if you were in one of my movies.”
“You make movies?” I asked, shocked. I thought he was only a photographer.
“Oh yea, baby girl. Want to practice a little for the camera, and I’ll show you off to my producer buddies?”
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
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