and run through them. Electric bill, telephone bill, junk, junk, junk, the final flyer caught her eye. Flash Studios.
Welcome to Flash Studios. At Flash we specialize in erotic photos, for all occasions. So let go of your inhibitions and book an appointment for an erotically charged photo session you won't soon forget.
Sabrina had seen pictures that some of her co-workers had taken from studios such as this. Glamorous, erotic, ego boosting photos. Boudoir photos they were called if she remembered correctly. Some people even posted highly seductive pictures on their Facebook pages. She had thought it was somewhat inappropriate but she had to admit many were quite nice, some even tactful. Every inch of cellulite, every imperfection, simply airbrushed away. She had heard from many people who had photos like this done that the experience really did make you feel like an enchantress.
Laughing to herself, Sabrina had a hard time associating the term enchantress to herself. Maybe at one time she could have, but not at this particular point in her life. She was twenty-three years old but felt much, much older.
She picked up her coffee cup and sat down at the kitchen table flipping the flyer over looking for rates. They were quite reasonable. Besides, when it came down to it, who could put a price tag on an ego boost right? She sure as hell could use one after the past week she had.
Sabrina went to the phone in the kitchen and dialled the number listed on the back.
She was about to hang up, but on the fifth ring a man answered. He had a deep and seductive voice that made her quiver just hearing it, his name was Victor.
"I'm calling about the flyer. For the... ummm... erotic photos. I am looking to book an appointment," she stated, nervousness evident in her tone. Leaning back against the kitchen counter, she twirled the telephone cord around her index finger. She held her breath anxious to hear more of his sweet seductive tone.
"Ahhh yes," pause, "Just so I can get an idea as to how the shoot should go, what is the purpose for the photos? A gift for a boyfriend, husband perhaps?"
Sabrina laughed, with a hint of bitterness tainting the laughter. "No."
Silence.
When he didn't respond she felt compelled to continue on with an explanation. "I just got out of a relationship. He cheated. I found them in our bed." Her mouth dropped open as soon as she said the words. She could hardly believe she was telling an absolute stranger. Damn it! She groaned inwardly.
"Then he isn't worthy of you." His voice once more soothed her, reaching out through the telephone and drawing her into him. A vision of what the man on the other end of the phone might look like developed in her mind. He was tall and beautifully built. He was dark, mysterious and seductive. He was dangerous. She knew this without a doubt.
Even his name gave her goosebumps. Victor. She liked the sound of his name as it rolled off her tongue.
She heard him chuckling softly and immediately knew she had said his name out loud.
She gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. Shit!
"Well, I can get you in Tuesday evening at 9pm of next week would that be suitable?"
"Y-yes," she cringed. Shit, first I say his name for no apparent reason and now I'm stuttering! She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks and was thankful he was on the other end of the phone and not standing in front of her.
"Good. And may I ask your name," again his voice was smooth and soothing. She felt herself melting, her heartbeat accelerating in anticipation of... What?
"Sabrina," she managed to sigh.
"Sabrina. Such a beautiful name. I will see you next Tuesday at nine then sweet Sabrina."
Her cheeks grew hotter. "Thank you."
She hung the phone up before he could say anything more. Even though her insides felt knotted up, she still felt good about the appointment. The brief conversation with him, for some odd reason made her feel sexy, desirable. It was unnerving, but at the same time enticing.
Welcome to Flash Studios. At Flash we specialize in erotic photos, for all occasions. So let go of your inhibitions and book an appointment for an erotically charged photo session you won't soon forget.
Sabrina had seen pictures that some of her co-workers had taken from studios such as this. Glamorous, erotic, ego boosting photos. Boudoir photos they were called if she remembered correctly. Some people even posted highly seductive pictures on their Facebook pages. She had thought it was somewhat inappropriate but she had to admit many were quite nice, some even tactful. Every inch of cellulite, every imperfection, simply airbrushed away. She had heard from many people who had photos like this done that the experience really did make you feel like an enchantress.
Laughing to herself, Sabrina had a hard time associating the term enchantress to herself. Maybe at one time she could have, but not at this particular point in her life. She was twenty-three years old but felt much, much older.
She picked up her coffee cup and sat down at the kitchen table flipping the flyer over looking for rates. They were quite reasonable. Besides, when it came down to it, who could put a price tag on an ego boost right? She sure as hell could use one after the past week she had.
Sabrina went to the phone in the kitchen and dialled the number listed on the back.
She was about to hang up, but on the fifth ring a man answered. He had a deep and seductive voice that made her quiver just hearing it, his name was Victor.
"I'm calling about the flyer. For the... ummm... erotic photos. I am looking to book an appointment," she stated, nervousness evident in her tone. Leaning back against the kitchen counter, she twirled the telephone cord around her index finger. She held her breath anxious to hear more of his sweet seductive tone.
"Ahhh yes," pause, "Just so I can get an idea as to how the shoot should go, what is the purpose for the photos? A gift for a boyfriend, husband perhaps?"
Sabrina laughed, with a hint of bitterness tainting the laughter. "No."
Silence.
When he didn't respond she felt compelled to continue on with an explanation. "I just got out of a relationship. He cheated. I found them in our bed." Her mouth dropped open as soon as she said the words. She could hardly believe she was telling an absolute stranger. Damn it! She groaned inwardly.
"Then he isn't worthy of you." His voice once more soothed her, reaching out through the telephone and drawing her into him. A vision of what the man on the other end of the phone might look like developed in her mind. He was tall and beautifully built. He was dark, mysterious and seductive. He was dangerous. She knew this without a doubt.
Even his name gave her goosebumps. Victor. She liked the sound of his name as it rolled off her tongue.
She heard him chuckling softly and immediately knew she had said his name out loud.
She gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. Shit!
"Well, I can get you in Tuesday evening at 9pm of next week would that be suitable?"
"Y-yes," she cringed. Shit, first I say his name for no apparent reason and now I'm stuttering! She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks and was thankful he was on the other end of the phone and not standing in front of her.
"Good. And may I ask your name," again his voice was smooth and soothing. She felt herself melting, her heartbeat accelerating in anticipation of... What?
"Sabrina," she managed to sigh.
"Sabrina. Such a beautiful name. I will see you next Tuesday at nine then sweet Sabrina."
Her cheeks grew hotter. "Thank you."
She hung the phone up before he could say anything more. Even though her insides felt knotted up, she still felt good about the appointment. The brief conversation with him, for some odd reason made her feel sexy, desirable. It was unnerving, but at the same time enticing.
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