Chapter 4 The Photos
The Photos
It was the next night. Lung had kept his word. Natalie could see that the match was made but the app had been silent all day.
Natalie was wearing the shortest dress she owned.
This was not saying much.
The dress was black, simple, and had once been described by Grace as “surprisingly fun,” which meant it had narrowly escaped being 100% boring.
Natalie had bought it for a gallery afterparty, worn it for eleven minutes, then spent the rest of the night pulling the hem down and pretending to admire installation lighting.
Tonight, she put it on and did not pull anything down.
She stood in front of the mirror.
The dress looked good.
Her legs looked good.
She looked cute.
On the bed, her phone lit up.
The Dragon dating app.
Natalie froze.
She crossed the room quickly.
The message waited on the screen.
Danny Yeung: Natalie Chan.
Her name.
Just her name.
Not hello. Not hey. Not nice to meet you. Her name sitting there in the black-and-gold app like he had picked it up, copy-and-pasted her name and pressed Send by accident.
Natalie stared at it.
She typed: Yes.
Deleted it.
Typed: That’s me.
Deleted it.
Typed: Hello, Danny Yeung.
Deleted it.
That was boring. A hot guy was used to sexy and fun girls, not boring girls who sent boring messages.
Calm down, Natalie, she said to herself. Don’t be too eager. Let him wait. The first message matters. Take your time.
She was a bundle of nerves.
She poured a glass of wine to help herself relax and loosen up.
She took one sip.
No more careful.
She opened the camera.
The first photo was easy.
Black dress. Mirror. One hip angled. One hand on the dresser. Chin tilted like she had seen women do in advertisements when they were supposed to look expensive and faintly bored. It was not bad.
Actually, it was good.
Natalie stared at it, pleased despite herself.
She switched over to the Dragon app.
She looked at Danny Yeung’s profile photo. He was handsome, toned, rich and a movie star.
He was hot.
I bet you get a lot of pussy, Natalie thought.
She flipped over to her own profile.
Gallery assistant. Her photos looked nice but, compared to Danny’s photos, she looked like a tight-ass.
Martial arts movie star and gallery assistant?
Those two don’t go together.
She set her camera on a little tripod on an accent table and took a few photos in the dress where she tried to look sexy. Some looked okay. Some looked weird. In one, it looked like she was in pain.
She took another sip of her wine.
Sexy, sexy, sexy, she thought. What’s sexy?
Think like a sexy girl.
An idea.
She wiggled out of the dress. Took off her bra and panties. Then wiggled back into the dress.
She looked at herself in the mirror. No panty line and her tits rested loosely in the cups.
She took a few more photos and looked at them.
They looked better. She felt sexier.
You can kind of tell, she thought.
She took another sip of the wine. It went to her head a little.
But she could not figure out a way to make the dress sexier.
She went to her closet and rummaged around, finally fishing out a kimono.
She wiggled out of the dress and put on the kimono.
Ah, Natalie thought, yes, this will work better.
She slipped it down from her shoulders so her shoulders were bare and it just covered her tits.
She smiled at herself in the mirror.
Now that’s sexy.
She put the kimono on again, repositioned the tripod and the phone so its camera aimed at the bed and took a few photos with the kimono just barely covering her tits as she kneeled at a 45 degree angle to the camera.
Nice.
Except in two of the photos her tits had slipped out.
She looked at her naked tits on the little screen.
Pretty hot, she thought.
She took another sip of her wine, then an extra sip for courage.
She took two more photos with her tits out and then, fuck it, she took two more without the kimono where she was just kneeling on the bed naked.
Natalie’s heart was racing.
The nude photos looked sexy. Classy. Cool.
You like pussy, Danny? she thought. Here’s some pussy.
Naked, she took her wineglass over to the nightstand. She sat on the side of the bed and, with her phone, started to look online.
She searched for poses and found photos of marble statues of nude women in various photos.
Yeah, she thought, like that.
But mixed in with the statues, there was a photo of a real naked woman. She zoomed in.
Porn.
Natalie took a big swig of her wine.
Natalie giggled, clicked on the porn and down the rabbit hole she went.
She spent the next 10 minutes looking at photos of women in different positions.
Front and rear pussy shots. Close-ups on pussies. Girls, smiling, holding their pussies open with their fingers so the camera could see inside. Girls on their hands and knees. Girls bent over.
Natalie glanced over at her camera.
No.
No.
Maybe.
Just one or two.
Being a gallery assistant, Natalie had photographed artwork for sale. It took some trial-and-error to get the photo framed correctly but, after a half hour, it worked.
She took a few shots.
Natalie lying on the bed, her legs spread, her tits and pussy fully in view, her hair arranged tastefully, smiling.
I bet Danny would love to see these, she thought. She was smiling.
She switched over to the app again.
Danny Yeung: Natalie Chan.
She laughed.
“You like pussy, Danny?” she said to his profile. “Here’s some pussy.”
Natalie took another sip of wine. She felt kind of drunk.
Natalie put the phone back on the tripod and took some more photos.
Natalie on her hands and knees.
Natalie bent over, holding her pussy apart with two fingers.
Natalie on the corner of the bed, legs apart, her fingers holding her pussy open.
Within an hour, Natalie had a sizable collection of photos.
A Curated Photo Collection of Natalie’s Pussy.
Coming to a cock near you.
She giggled.
Natalie got onto the bed.
Lying naked on the bed, she glanced through the photos for a while.
She arranged them into a collage.
She made a highlight reel out of them and set it to music.
After a while, she got bored.
This needs something more, she thought. What?
Then, she opened one of the photos in the photo editor.
On a whim, she tapped out:
This girl likes to fuck.
Her heart beat faster.
She laughed softly. “Own it,” she said to herself.
I like to fuck.
Then: Natalie Chan likes to fuck.
She looked at it. It was a rear pussy shot of her on her hands and knees, looking over her shoulder smiling. In the empty area of the photo above her head: Natalie Chan likes to fuck.
Looking at that, her pussy was warm and wet.
I sure do, Natalie thought. Natalie Chan likes to fuck.
She liked looking at those words. Liked the boldness of it.
She made other ones.
Natalie Chan likes to suck cock.
Natalie Chan loves to fuck on the first date.
Natalie Chan wants Danny Yeung to lick her pussy.
Natalie Chan is a horny slut who likes to fuck, suck and cum.
She looked at them. She wasn’t embarrassed. She was proud.
None of the other girls would do this.
Not Grace. Not Constance. Not Tessa.
Not even Alexis would dare.
Only Natalie would dare.
She switched over to the app.
Danny Yeung: Natalie Chan.
She added all the photos, the collage, the highlight reel, even the photos with the text on them into the message area.
Her heart raced.
The Send button pulsed at her.
One tap and he got them all.
She started pretending that she slipped. “Oops,” she laughed softly, “I accidentally hit Send.”
“You like pussy?” she asked the phone, pretending the phone was Danny Yeung. “I accidentally sent you a mountain of Natalie Chan pussy pics.”
A dozen times, she played the dangerous game of pretending to accidentally press the Send button.
“Oops.”
“Oh dear.”
“My bad.”
Finally, she deleted them all from the message area.
She set the phone down on the table, face-down.
There was a beep.
Danny!
She snatched up the phone and, as she turned it to face her, the phone made a bloop noise.
What was that?
An icy fear swept through her chest.
She looked at the app and saw:
Danny Yeung: Natalie Chan.
Natalie Chan: (photo)
No, no, noooo.
Natalie fumbled with the phone.
I deleted them, she thought frantically to herself. I know that I did. This can’t be happening.
Her finger shook and she steadied it with her other hand, forcing her finger to tap the photo. She was heartsick with dread. The photo filled the screen:
Natalie Chan loves to fuck on the first date.
Oh, no no no no NO! she thought desperately. This isn’t happening.
She looked frantically for an Unsend or Delete button. Anything.
There was nothing.
She felt sick. There was a lump in her throat.
“What kind of app doesn’t have a Delete button,” she said, stricken, her voice wavering. “Don’t they understand mistakes?”
She kept searching, finding nothing and, when she went back to the Messages screen, the Sent text had changed to Read.
“Oh my God!” Natalie said out loud. Tears welled up in her eyes.
She was shocked. Embarrassed.
“Why is this happening to me?” she said to herself anxiously.
Maybe she should send another message?
She tapped out: Oops.
Deleted it.
Then: That’s not me.
Deleted it.
It was unfixable. Nothing she wrote would help. It was hopeless.
She dropped her phone in her lap and put her hands over her face.
She sobbed into her hands.
This can’t be happening.
Minutes ticked by.
She picked up the phone again.
Natalie just stared at the screen miserable.
Then:
Danny Yeung: Natalie Chan.
Natalie Chan: (photo)
Danny Yeung: (photo)
She stared at it.
A photo?
She opened the photo and it filled the screen.
It was Danny Yeung in a martial arts pose, grinning at the camera, completely naked. His cock was fully in view and, as near as she could tell, rock hard.
At the top, there was text:
Danny Yeung loves to fuck on the first date.
Natalie put her hand to her mouth and laughed. It was hilarious. Sexy.
Another message appeared:
Danny Yeung: You are so cool.
Nobody had ever called Natalie Chan cool in her entire life.
She blushed. “I’m cool,” she echoed, smiling.
Natalie Chan: Really?
Danny Yeung: Totally. You American?
Natalie Chan: Yes, I’m American.
Danny Yeung: I LOVE AMERICAN GIRLS!!!
She laughed.
Danny Yeung: Do you have more? Can I see more? Please!
Natalie Chan: I have more. But what about you?
Danny Yeung: I can take more! Can we trade?
Natalie Chan: Trade?
Danny Yeung: A dick pic for a pussy pic. Same for same.
Natalie laughed. It was dumb. But she was still curious.
Natalie Chan: Yes, okay. What first?
Danny Yeung: Close up?
Natalie Chan: Okay, you first. I went first last time.
Danny sent a thumbs up emoji.
Danny Yeung: (photo)
Natalie tapped and the photo filled the screen. It was a large, handsome cock. He was holding the base of his cock with his hand.
Natalie Chan: You have a nice cock.
Danny Yeung: Thanks. Now you.
Natalie sent him a pussy pic.
Natalie Chan: (photo)
Danny Yeung: Oh, God, you have a sweet pussy.
Natalie Chan: Really?
Danny Yeung: Absolutely.
They traded a few more—her on her back with legs open, him stroking himself from different angles—each message a little filthier and a little hotter.
Natalie’s naked body felt taut. The sexual tension was thick.
They did that for half an hour.
Then:
Danny Yeung: Hey, can we pause? I want to say something real.
Natalie’s stomach flipped.
It was going so well… but maybe we are already done, she thought.
A gloominess instantly settled upon her.
Danny Yeung: This has been insanely hot. But I want to know you for real. I’m genuinely interested in you. Like, the real you. You are so brave.
Natalie laughed despite herself, the tension breaking. The gloom lifted.
Natalie Chan: Brave or stupid?
Danny Yeung: Brave. Definitely brave. And I like it. A lot.
Danny Yeung: Honest part: this was a fun, crazy way to meet. But I want a real first date with you. No pressure, no expectations. I just want to take you out, talk, and see if we can have something real. Can we?
Natalie Chan: Yeah, I’d like that. I want to see, too.
Danny Yeung: I like you, Natalie. Not just your body. Tomorrow evening? I’ll pick you up at 6. Good?
Natalie stared at the screen, warmth spreading through her chest that had nothing to do with the wine.
Natalie Chan: Good. Tomorrow at 6 is good. I live in an apartment building on Des Voeux Road West.
Danny Yeung: I’ll be there. And Natalie?
Natalie Chan: Yeah?
Danny Yeung: I LOVE AMERICAN GIRLS!!!
She laughed at her phone, cheeks flushed, heart racing.
Natalie Chan: We love you, too. See you.
Danny Yeung: See you then.
The app went quiet, but Natalie stayed sitting on the side of her bed, naked. She smiled at nothing in particular.
For once, she didn’t feel like the careful, boring girl.
Everything was going to plan.