The Photographer V

The Photographer 5
“Mikhail called, Dillon,” Masha said. Dillon closed the office door behind him, and approached his desk where Masha was sitting at his computer. It was nearly eight a.m. and she had a full day planned for them. “Apparently, he has convinced Reina to come to do a photo shoot today. I am going to call the girls we have schedule today and postpone their appointments until next week.”
Dillon looked at his young assistant. She looked cute as a little ladybug, as she always did. She managed his studio and photo shoots with remarkable ease. Organization had never been Dillon’s strength, and he welcomed Masha’s help. He was uncertain whether Mikhail was paying her to manage his studio six days a week, or whether the fourteen-year-old had taken on the responsibility herself, to fill her life and learn a trade. Either way, her contribution to developing material for the child/teen porno web-site was significant.
Dillon considered the news she had given him. Dillon and Reina had met several nights ago at the teen-whore house in downtown Kiev, and Dillon suspected that encounter had changed the young, expensive hooker’s mind. She had initial spurned any suggestions that she partake in a photo shoot. Dillon was elated with this news. He looked forward with eagerness to shooting the young beauty with his camera, as she undressed, slowly exposing those exquisite hips she so seductively swung about. He looked forward to her baring those lovely breasts, as Dillon recalled that delicious glimpse of her cleavage that evening they spoke in the house of ill-repute.
“She can be quite a handful Dillon,” Masha pointed out. “I suggest we get her in and out of here as soon as possible.” She stood from behind his desk, and approached their bulletin board, and began to reshuffle the pictures of the models that hung from it, re-adjusting their week’s schedule about. “She can be overbearing. I suspect she has already developed a preconceived notion of how her shoot will go. I think she may resist any of your input.”
Dillon considered what young Masha said. He needed to be prepared for that, and not allow Reina to control his creativity. He needed a plan of his own. He quickly began to form one.
“Masha, what would you think if we….” Dillon began.

Dillon and Masha were ready when Mikhail and Reina arrived, by limousine, to the studio. Dillon welcomed them both, as Masha stood by quietly. Soon, Reina asked for a tour, and Masha began to show her around. Mikhail pulled Dillon aside and asked about Ana.
“Is she ok, Dillon?” he asked. “I miss her and worry about her.” Dillon assured the gangster that she was fine, asleep in his bed, healthy and resting only an hour ago. Mikhail changed the subject.
“About this shoot today Dillon,” Mikhail said. “I assured Reina you would do something special for her, expand your format, perhaps.” Dillon assured he was planning to do to such a thing…expand his format. Mikhail caught the glint in Dillon’s eye, as the photographer spoke. “Oh?” Mikhail asked. Dillon explained the plan he had create just for Reina. He pointed out the small handcuffs and ropes attached to the small bedposts in the bedroom set, cleverly hidden by Masha. As Dillon further explained his plan, a smile slowly spread across the gangster’s face, though it was a cautious one. Mikhail had become a regional crime lord more for his conservative method of maintaining a peaceful order, a status quo, rather than daring and cavalier methods of violence and terror. Mikhail cultivated contacts in power, corrupted those in control of his country. He kept a low profile, sharing his wealth and keeping his business underground, in order and out of trouble. Still, he was a man who admired young teen girls. He had a fetish for them. He found himself looking forward to this photographer’s results from this shoot. He would endorse it, and prepare for the worse. This young hooker, Reina, slept with a half-dozen powerful men in Kiev. He would plan on phone calls being made, expect the ripples of Dillon’s plan to spread far. Mikhail face took on a grim determination.
“Be only as ruthless as necessary, Dillon, this will cause me problems, but nothing I can’t handle. Do your best today, and please, let me know when you are done. Please have Masha bring home any materials that you can get prepared before you end the day,” Mikhail ordered. Dillon promised to comply, and thanked Mikhail. Dillon spoke of Ana again.
“Ana phoned Tanya last night and spoke with her about returning to highschool.” Dillon informed Mikhail. Tanya was Dillon married lover. Tanya also was helping design the web site, which would be launched this very day! His lover had done a marvelous job, creating a site that they hoped would become very popular. This news brightened Mikhail’s grim look. He smiled and clapped Dillon on the shoulders. He told Dillon he looked forward to seeing his young Ana tonight.
“We celebrate tonight, Dillon don’t forget, the launch of our web site, at the night club. I have invited many guests.” Mikhail told him. “Please make sure you show up, Tanya will be there, unfortunately with her weasel husband.” Dillon assured him he wouldn’t miss it. Soon, Mikhail was leaving the office, he had a busy day. The limousine would be back in an hour, and would wait there for young Reina until she was done with her shoot. Soon, Masha and Reina joined Dillon near the bedroom set, as he touched up some details. They all took a seat and discussed what each had in mind for the shoot.
“It will be an innocent shoot, Dillon,” Reina said. “Classy.” Dillon led Reina to the computer, and they began to look through many of the photo shoots Dillon had completed and stored electronically. She seemed please with his ability to capture the innocense of the young teens he had photographed. She commented in his ability to make many of the girls look very pretty and sexy, who were really….
“Not very pretty or sexy,” Reina commented. “Very well done, Dillon, I think we can work together well.” Dillon informed Reina of his plans to expand on his normal format, for her, during his shoot.
“I will not be video-taped having sex with you, Dillon,” She stated crossing her arms and pointing her little nose in the air. Dillon held her eye contact.
“I have asked Masha to tape our photo shoot. We can edit it together.” Dillon said. ‘We’ meaning Masha and Dillon, though he didn’t say that to the young beauty. “I would like to interview you on tape, too, prior to our shoot, so your fans can get to know you, so you can express yourself. We have not done that with the other, lessor models, Reina.” Reina seemed warm to this idea.
Dillon and Masha discussed Reina’s makeup and hair. They were perfect, they decided. Reina’s long black hair was tied back with a pretty green ribbon. Her dark brown eyes looked large and round, her naturally dark skin looked beautiful. Her few pieces of jewelry was expensive and fashionable. She was striking, Masha and Dillon agreed.
“Thank you,” Reina said, the conceited girl managed to even blush. Dillon led Reina and Masha outside, the latter carrying Dillon’s video camera, into the beautiful summer morning. He led them to a small park near the center of the office complex. Dillon asked Reina to have a seat at a small wooden table, which sat in the shade of a large old tree. He joined her as Masha started filming. Dillon soon was interviewing the girl. She was quite an actress, Dillon saw, as she convincingly acted innocent, cuddly and cute. The cold-hearted bitch managed to appear to be a sweet fifteen-year-old interested in flowers, puppies and kittens, orphans, Shakespear, classical music and dance. She spoke three language fluently, including French and English, with her native Russian. Jane Austin was her favorite author. Pride and Prejudice her favorite book. Ms. Elizabeth Bennet her favorite literary character.
“I plan to attend a fashion college in Paris, and spend my free time helping orphans, the poor, and the displaced,” She lied with a shy, sweet smile, her hands crossed, resting on the table, fingers intwined. “I plan to become a model, join forces with Green Peace and help save our environment, perhaps lending them my celebrity status if I am so fortunate.” After nearly an hour of that bull-shit, Dillon led the girls back inside, where Masha led Reina to the large bathroom to change and touch-up her hair and make-up. Soon, Dillon was photographing the young beauty. She excited him nearly beyond control.
Her modeling skills were natural, as she played to the photographer and his camera with innocense, but ignoring their presence as she slowly, seductively disrobed. Dillon used film freely and Masha quietly taped the shoot. Reina ignored the bright lights as she exposed her body, fresh and young to the duo with their camera’s, swinging her luscious hips with the sound of the soft music Dillon had playing in the studio.
She had full breasts, swelling with their youth. Taking a photo of Reina’s curvy back, Dillon saw the edges of her round tits prominently exposed from her sides, as he took a photo. Dillon was tempted to run his hand up her side, along her ribs, to feel the sudden firm swell of her breasts. When she turned to face Dillon, her small round areola’s were a deep brown, capped with small pointed nipples. Her torso tapered to a slender waist, her ribs prominent, as she raised her arms to her to swing her hair, her belly tight and soft. Her hips flared, round and full, delicately thin, femininely strong. Her legs were fit and muscled, shapely and covered by thousands of tiny colorless hair, nearly invisible to the camera, and the naked eye.
Dillon was captivated when she slowly removed her thong underwear, black and lacy. She exposed herself, allowing Dillon and Masha to record her nakedness on film. Her pubic hair, thickly grown-in, was shaved into a small triangle, her pussy shaved bald. Shyly, she covered herself, as Dillon captured some innocense. Slowly exposing herself, Dillon captured her sexiness. He was rigidly hard now, and looking forward to the radical plan he had devised. Soon to be launched. Dillon decided now, to coax her to become more exotically revealing. She refused him, balking at his encouragement that she pose more openly.
“I will keep this shoot as innocent as possible, Dillon, please restrain your hopes,” She said with a sneer Masha managed to record. “I will not overly expose myself during this shoot.” Oh well, Dillon thought, promising to make her pay for refusing him. She continued to model for them, until Dillon grew board with this, wanting more from the young beauty. Masha sensed this, and stopped filming, to change her tape, and insert a fresh cassette.
Dillon parked his conscience, it would only hinder him now, and fortified his will. He would have to break her will, with his, to succeed. As Reina lay in the bed, innocently posed, Dillon lowered his camera and took in her beauty. He longed to feel her skin, feel her move under his hands, feel her warmth, feel her fine young body. First he had to break her, smash her defenses and squash her resolve. He had to dominate this dominating young bitch. When Masha returned, he gave her a little wink. Masha expelled a deep breath, blowing a strand of her blond hair away from her face, and lifted her camera to her eye. Ready when you are, Sir, she seemed to say. Destroy her, smash her, wreak havoc with her, boss! Dillon set his camera down on the vanity next to the bed and looked down at the young, incredibly expensive whore, and took in her beauty one more time.
He dropped his pants, exposing himself to her. She hardly seemed caught off guard. She laughed at him.
“Really Dillon, I expected better from you,” she said smugly, lying naked on his bed raising herself off her elbow, sitting on the edge of the bed, taking him in. “This is neither the time or place for this.” She laughed coldly at him. “And I am much to costly for you anyway. That is, even if I did decide to take you on as a client, which…” she said, her gaze falling to his large, erect cock. “…is hardly likely.”
“She usually fucks pencil-dicked weasel’s, Dillon,” Masha said frigidly, filming the awkward scene. Thankful for Masha’s moral support, Dillon approached the bed.
“Fuck you, bitch!” Reina screamed at Masha, briefly exposing her smoldering emotions. She returned her gaze to Dillon, as he approached and stood in front of her, her eyes scorching him. He cock slapped her, right across her face. She gasped loudly, momentarily stunned by his barbaric action. “You don’t know who you’re fucking with, Dillon,” she said cruelly, holding a hand to her cheek. He gave her a back-handed cock slap, across her other cheek.
“We can do this the easy way, Reina…or,” Dillon said. Reina chose the hard way, immediately launching her offensive. Her eyes flashed rage, as she rose and swung wildly at Dillon, who easily caught the young teen’s arm. She launched another punch, lower, straight for the photographer’s balls. He intercepted that shot too, and Masha, lowering her camera, quickly had the hollering Reina hand-cuffed.
“You little BITCH!” She screamed at Masha, throwing a wild two-hand swing which caught Masha on the shoulder and threw her to the floor, with a little scream. As Reina looked down at her handy work, Dillon slapped her brutally across the face, knocking the cunt off the bed, to the floor, where she landed on her side, her shoulder leaning against the bed. Reina wasn’t done. Quickly, in a flash, she stuck again, kicking out at Dillon’s leg, her heel smashing into him just below his knee in a flash of pain.
“Mother fucker,” She yelled at him as he wobbled, finding his aching leg with his hand. “Free me NOW!” She began to stand, pushing off the bed with her cuffed hands, rising from the floor. Dillon battered her again, knocking her sprawling back. Dillon quickly turned to Masha, offering the little blond a hand and helping her from the floor. As she reached for her camera, Dillon shook his head at her. He nodded at his director’s chair. Have a seat, his expression told Masha, don’t film this.
“And wait,” Dillon said, turning his impatient gaze on Reina, who was struggling to stand again. He reached down and grabbed her firmly on her arm and yanking her up forcefully. Raising his hand again, Dillon watched as Reina cowered, wincing. He felt a stab of pain shoot through his heart, as her large brown eyes looked up at him, pleadingly. He stopped, and stared at her. He wondered how he had allowed himself to go so far with his plan. Then he saw a flash in her eyes. She seemed to express a small victory with that flash, and Dillon knew. She was trying to fool him, with her act, with her fear. She was good, he thought to himself, commending her silently, and throwing her backward onto the bed roughly. Reina’s pleading eyes immediately changed, as she landed on the bed.
“Son of a bitch!” She hollered at him, enraged. “I will personally castrate you! Oh Dillon you have no idea what kind of hell you have started. No one fucks with me. No ONE!” Spittle flew from her mouth, her cheek red from his slap. Dillon approached her, dodging another kick and knelt on the bed, as Reina scooted back and away from him, into the corner. “Keep your fucking hands off me! And keep that fucking monster cock out of my face!” Dillon evaded another wild kick, as she grunted, finding the corner raising her cuffed hands over her head.