5 .
The more Nala flipped through the pages of William’s photo work, the more she couldn’t wait to get her clothes off in front of him.
Of course the photo shoot itself would be fun, and she couldn’t wait to see the reaction from her father and Balal when the photos went online, but not only had William proven to be cute and charming, but he was talented as well.
“These are great.” She called out to him as she flipped through one of his albums.
“Really?” He called from the kitchen on the other side of the apartment/studio.
When he told her about his apartment doubling as his studio, Nala had feared the worst, expecting a small, cramped space with a white backdrop set against a wall.
To her surprise, she found that his place was rather spacious, with a large space set up in the middle for photo shoots.
William looked to have a small living area set to the side with a TV, couch, and chairs, and from what she could tell, a bedroom beyond that.
I’m sure I’ll find out soon enough. She smiled, eying the closed bedroom door again before going back to the photo album.
There was a bathroom which also served as a changing area, and on the other side of the apartment was the kitchen, where William was currently fixing them a drink.
Nala was sitting at a table in the photo area in a black robe, provided by William, flipping through one of the albums on the table while she waited.
The models he worked with were breathtaking, beautiful women clad in extremely small but extremely sexy lingerie, bathed in neon purple or blue lighting.
There was something ethereal about how he shot his women, both empowering and primal.
They were made to look like goddesses, which is how he saw them.
Nala placed the photo album down and look down at the small, black, silk robe she wore.
It fell open, revealing her heaving cleavage and a peak of her white bra underneath.
A smile spread across her face and she closed the robe, not wanting to spoil the surprise for William.
She looked in the direction of the kitchen, hearing him moving around there, and wondered what was taking him so long, but then shrugged and picked up another photo album.
Her eyes went wide after she opened this latest one.
The first image to greet her was of a woman, beautiful, like the others.
She looked to be in her forties, slightly older than most of the other models he worked with, but incredibly fit, with large, obviously enhanced breasts, and an impressive backside.
The woman was clad in a black bra and thong, and tied to a pillar or pole of some sort with a black strip of satin tied through her mouth, gagging her.
Her wide, pleading eyes seemed to be imploring whoever would look at the picture for help.
“Oh… I didn’t want you to see that one.” She heard William stammer, and Nala looked up to see him emerging from the kitchen, a drink in each hand.
Nala giggled and showed him the picture.
“William, are you planning on kidnapping me?”
He set the drinks down and took the album from her hands.
“Those are personal.” He flushed with embarrassment.
“What,” She laughed. “You have a kinky side?”
“Some of them… I will pay extra if they’ll pose in bondage for me.” He stammered.
“Oh?” She smiled at him.
“I know… not everyone is into it.”
“Do you want to tie me up?” She undid the sash for the robe, exposing her white bra and thong.
William’s eyes looked like they were going to fall right out of his head.
“Umm…” His jaw dangled uselessly around his chin as Nala stepped in front of the photo backdrop and dropped the robe, standing in front of him in her underwear.
“Maybe a few like this, and then a few of me tied up?” She raised an eyebrow at him.
“Sure…” He shook his head, and then reached down to a small remote and pressed a button.
Several lights around the backdrop switched on, bathing Nala in their bright glow. She blinked and held a hand up at how bright they were.
“Sorry, give me a minute.” He apologized, and a moment later the lights dimmed, allowing her to see him stepping behind his camera, which was resting on a tripod.
“What would you like me to do?” She asked, placing her hands on her hips.
“Oh I’m just framing up, you can relax.” He shrugged, aiming the camera lens at her.
Nala stood there, under the lights, watching as William stared at her through his camera’s cyclopian lens.
As he did, she suddenly felt very exposed and vulnerable under the lights, and crossed her hands over her breasts.
She couldn’t explain why she suddenly felt so different, maybe it was because it seemed like his demeanor changed as soon as she found the photo album.
“Hey, I don’t want you to think that I think you’re weird or anything because I saw that album.” She reassured him.
“Oh don’t worry.” He shrugged, still looking through the lens at her. Then his head popped up and he looked straight into her eyes.
She relaxed a bit at seeing his face, those puppy dog eyes of his.
“Sorry, I get a little intense when I’m in photographer mode.” He flashed her the crooked smile and shrugged.
“Oh it’s okay,” She laughed. “I thought I did something wrong.”
“No, you’re fine,” He laughed and eyed her again. “Nervous?”
“Oh…” She lowered her hands from her breasts.
“Here,” He lifted her drink. “To relax.”
“Oh yes.” She smiled, hurried over, and took the drink from him.
Being out of the lights, and back in the dimly lit area of the studio made her feel a hundred times more relaxed. William lifted his drink, clinked it against hers, and took a sip. Nala sat on the edge of the table and took a sip from her drink.
“Sorry I just think I got a little camera shy there.” She laughed and took another sip.
“It’s okay, we just met, I didn’t want you see that side of me so fast.” He gestured to the album.
“So you like tying girls up?” She giggled and took another sip. Nala didn’t know what was in the drink, but it was delicious.
“Yes, this sort of became my outlet for it.” He took a sip of his own drink.
“What got you into that?” She asked.
“That show Mrs. Americana.” His face turned red in that bashful way that she loved.
“I don’t think I’ve heard of that.” She took another sip, looked at the drink, and smiled. Not only was he a good photographer, cute, and charming, but he mixed a damn good drink too. It was strong too, and Nala could feel her head starting to swim.
“What, you haven’t heard of it?” His jaw dropped.
“I’ve… lived a sheltered life…” She muttered and took another sip.
“I have the whole series on DVD. It’s about this lady, she seems like a boring housewife by day, but she’s really a costumed superhero. Every episode she would get captured and tied up by the bad guys.” The enthusiasm in his voice was infectious.
“Oh?” She raised an eyebrow at him.
“Yeah it… a lot of people say that’s what started it for them” He stammered, once again turning red in embarrassment.
“Would you like to tie me up?” She leaned forward, pressing her breasts together.
“Uhh…” His gaze fell on her cleavage.
“Why don’t we skip the boring stuff and get kinky?” She licked her lips.
“Oh… well… yes…” His face was a mixture of confusion, surprise, and excitement, clearly taken aback by Nala’s proposition.
“Good,” She sat up. “Get your rope.”
Nala took another drink, jumped up from where she had been sitting on the table, and felt her legs give out from under her like they were jelly.
She opened her mouth to cry out, but her jaw fell slack as she tumbled to the floor.
Her brain barely had time to comprehend what was happening to her body before she fell in a heap to the ground and everything went black.