The Photographer - Part Two - Complete

old Harry smiled, and motioned for her to follow him. When Libbie stepped into the back room, she whistled low. There were curtains draped across all the walls, each curtain a deep satiny red. The carpet was a two-inch orangish shag, and the equipment had to be in the neighborhood of three, maybe four grand.

“Libbie, why don’t we get started with what you are wearing. Stand over there in front of the camera and try to relax. When I tell you, I want you to remove your jacket and drape it on either shoulder and take your free hand and place it on your hip, giving me your sexiest smile. And, always smile.”

It didn’t take for Libbie to get into the mood as old Harry kept shouting out different ways he wanted her to stand, turn, even kneel; always looking as seductive as she could; having Libbie smile at the sound of every clicking motion of the shutter’s camera eye old Harry kept making.

“Libbie, if you will, I want you to go behind the curtain to your left. There is a small dressing room there and I want you to change into the first set of clothes you see hanging in there. I will take a few pictures of you from the neck up, then we will try a few more shots with you in jeans and a farmer’s shirt with a country backdrop first.”

She went into the other room, removed all her clothing except her panties, then stepped into a tight pair of jeans that hugged her hips smoothly, then donned the shirt, also a size too small, and returned to see a large pull-down print of a country field scene.

old Harry took more pictures and Libbie continued to smile.

After another thirty minutes, old Harry asked Libbie to change again. This time, she saw a parka, skis, sun-goggles, and plastic pants. When she returned, she viewed a snowy mountain scene. Libbie continued to smile.

If Libbie had watched him more closely, she would have noticed the fire in old Harry’s eyes.

Once again, she went to the dressing room to change and her outfit was a very skimpy two-piece bathing suit. This time she removed her panties, replaced it with the tiny string suit and walked back to see the scene had changed to the ocean waves breaking on a cluster of rocks.

“This bikini is a bit daring, don’t you think, Harry?”

“Perhaps, but you will be giving the appearance of a California girl on the beach enjoying herself. Unless, well, unless you would rather stop.”

She quickly calculated they had been at this a little over two hours. Another hour, she thought. Three-hundred bucks. Yes!

“No. I’m enjoying myself.”

Libbie shrugged her shoulders, smiled, and posed as old Harry asked. Up on her toes. Beach ball in both hands, both hands in front of her and stretching over her head. old Harry had her turn her head as if looking back, smiling, as if she were running along the sand.

Then, old Harry changed the tempo a bit.

“Libbie, remove your top, and cover your breasts with both hands.”

Libbie stared at him and was about to say no, when she remembered the money. Besides, he was harmless. She did as he asked.

Sitting at a side angle, after several more shots, Libbie was now completely naked, but you couldn’t see anything unless you used your imagination. old Harry had her in such a way where all of her skin was bare, but the pose she was in, made it difficult if not impossible to see any of the important parts you would see in most adult magazines.

Libbie was suddenly exhilarated by all of this. She was posing as if she had been doing this for years. She loved the idea of being naked in front of old Harry, teasing him, knowing he couldn’t touch her.

Without noticing when, or how he did it, old Harry had changed the background, again.

“Libbie, I want you to stand and face the background. I want you to stretch as high as you can with your arms raised overhead and tighten the muscles in your body as much as you can. Make your body as taut as possible. Think tight. Then think, tighter. This will be the final shot and the best shot of all. This one will make you hot.”

old Harry grinned through his eyes.

Libbie heard him and with her back to him, she thought, If this is what the old man wants, this is what the old man gets.

She stretched and reached as high as she could. Libbie could hear the shutter clicking away as it had for almost three hours now.

While stretching, Libbie could feel a growing heat cover her flesh. Eyes closed, she began to feel sweat glide across her cheeks and down her throat. She could feel the sweat begin to thicken as it poured across her breasts, down past her tight stomach and thighs and continually down her back and over her buttocks to her feet, forming a small puddle under each toenail, painted no less than a deep fire-red.

Her body tingled from the salty drops, and her hair became matted against her scalp and the sides of her face. Libbie felt wanton, depraved. She was becoming hornier than she ever felt could possibly be. She wanted to give herself over to old Harry.

Libbie screamed but couldn’t hear herself scream.

The backdrop old Harry had put in place was his favorite.

Fire.

Only this time, its yellow-red flames came to life, flickering across Libbie’s body, bathing her in its blistering inferno.

Libbie could smell her hair singing at first, then burst into flames. She could feel her sensitive nipples being charred to nothing, her very flesh blistering, and being melted away from her bones. Libbie turned to scream at old Harry for turning her life into a horror she would never recover from.

In her final seconds, what she witnessed, scared, and frightened her more than the burning heat dissolving her flesh.

In the center of the room, old Harry, stood as she stood; one huge ball of flame.

Libbie didn’t realize or understand, but old Harry is a term used in place of the word: Demon. old Harry, is from the Nether World; a disciple of the Devil Incarnate.

Libbie was now and forever trapped in a hell that would burn her soul forever.

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Lydia Crawford spotted the ad in the paper. This was right up her alley. Lydia had been modeling off and on almost four years.

She never heard of Argon Studio, but it didn’t matter. If the guy was taking pictures, paid at least scale, it would mean a quick hundred for an hour.

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old Harry had already cleaned up the back room and reset the 35mm and flood lights as before. He even rearranged all the clothing worn earlier worn by Libbie. old Harry likes things to run perfectly.

Old Harry knew Lydia Crawford would be arriving any moment. Just as Belinda Andrews, and Nancy Hartman were; before Libbie Mason arrived today. Just as old Harry knew Maggie Jones and Theresa Antonio would be here tomorrow. Fate decreed it so.

They would all join the others who have gone on before them in the same manner as all those long since gone from years past. It was old Harry’s job.

The Master demanded it.

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The front door opened, and old Harry’s eyes smiled in flames. it was time to go to work again. He walked out into the outer lobby and greeted Lydia Crawford.

Photography: it was old Harry’s job.