I quickly perused the rest of the contract and signed, then followed Dimitri into the spare bedroom, which, much like the rest of Dimitri's apartment - or Dimitri himself - was very big. The room was probably fifteen to twenty feet across with a double-sized mattress to one side. Between the mattress and the wall was a charcoal grey backdrop and all of the bedding on the mattress was either black or a matching grey color. There were several standing lights positioned throughout the room, another backdrop of a deep cornflower blue that was a good contrast to the pale blue of my uniform against a different wall, the privacy screen in the adjacent corner from those two walls, and a sideways television that looked to be about fifty inches plugged into a laptop against a third wall. Dimitri had a camera situated on a tripod in the center of the room, a huge floor fan beside it, and a second camera strapped around his neck.

"Are you ready to get started?" he asked, turning to me.

"If I have to take off my shirt, how about yours comes off, too?" I hated answering a question with a question, but it had been what we had discussed. My nerves hadn't surfaced yet, and I preferred to keep them at bay.

"Very well," he said. He took the camera off of his neck and quickly pulled his t-shirt up over his head by the hem. I just avoided gasping as I watched the shirt come off, just able to avert my eyes before his gaze was back on me again. Dimitri's body was a sculpted masterpiece of rigid muscles with at least a six-pack of abs visible, but despite his tanned skin-tone, no tan lines. He also had one of those deep V's that, combined with the little trail of hair just under his navel, pointed like an arrow to the place I would have to keep my eyes from venturing once his blue jeans came off.

The place I suddenly most wanted my eyes to go.

And my hands. And my tongue.

"Your turn," he said, facing me while he put the camera back over his now-bare neck. I nodded and began unbuttoning my shirt. I could feel the heat from his gaze as I unfastened. "Don't you want to use the privacy screen?" he asked me.

"What's the point? You didn't. Besides, either way, you're going to see me here with the shirt buttoned and then a few seconds later with me unbuttoned. It's not like there's anything between those two points to be hiding it."

Dimitri swallowed thickly. "It's just that ..." he began, "It's just that it's almost like you're undressing for me."

I looked at him, confused, before I finished unbuttoning. "Isn't that exactly what I'm doing?"

The look in Dimitri's eyes was so heated it nearly knocked the wind out of me. His pupils were blown wide and his already-dark eyes were twice as dark as they had appeared moments before. He shook his head as if to clear it and I thought I had heard a slight groan sound come from the back of his throat. "It seems awfully personal," he replied, finally.

"Personal? Kind of like being naked in front of someone?" I winked at him and finished unbuttoning, spreading my shirt wide to reveal my red lace bra.

It was then that I noticed Dimitri's eyes had returned to me and were on my exposed skin and the semi-transparent thin lace material of my bra.

Had it been any other guy - any other situation - I would have said that he was checking me out. As it was, he was definitely studying me.

Despite being the one to initiate it for him and still wearing a bra, I felt more exposed in front of Dimitri now than I had felt when I was completely naked with any of my previous sexual partners.

I knew perfectly well that there weren't a lot of women out there who looked as good in a bra as I did. Even a guy like Dimitri, one who looked at naked women every day as a part of his job, had to appreciate that.

I noticed a hot flush spreading across my skin, and that the look in Dimitri's eyes was sending scorching heat straight to my now-drenched core. I knew from Dimitri's muscles that his body harnessed a lot of raw power and intensity. I wondered how that power and strength translated to much more pleasant physical activities; a different sort of workout. Avoiding eye contact with him, I glanced down at his hands, seeing the thick, long, callused fingers and wondered what it would be like for him to touch me. I couldn't stifle a little moan at the thought, but I hoped that it was quiet enough that he wouldn't hear it.

What was I thinking? I was here to take some pictures. Dimitri was just an artist observing his subject. Embarrassed, I covered my feelings with attitude.

"You see something you like?" I asked, giving him a smirk as I finally made eye contact with the god-like man in front of me.

Suddenly all business again, Dimitri said, "Stand in front of the screen." Dimitri used a remote to turn the television on, then went to the laptop and punched in some keys, making an image of an ambulance pop up on the screen behind me and turned on the fan, pointing it and several of the lights at me. "In editing later, I'm going to fix the backdrop to make it look more like you're standing outdoors in front of a real ambulance like this," he explained.

Dimitri told me where to stand, used his hands to help position my arms and legs where he wanted me, then picked up the camera around his neck and began snapping photos.

"You look so beautiful, Rose," he said from behind his camera, "Turn slightly to the right." I rotated slightly. "Good. Now, could I have you arch your back? I'd like to see the fullness of your breasts more clearly." I arched. "Just like that."

Something about all of his words sent a zing of heat throughout my body. Being called beautiful like that caught me off guard. His request for control over my actions, his mention of my breasts, followed by his praise when I granted him exactly the movement he asked for, was almost as intimate as a caress. My nipples were already tightening beneath the thin lace of my bra imagining him making the same request and praise in a different, more intimate scenario.

After a few more pictures, Dimitri lowered his camera and approached me again. "Rose, I'd like to have you remove the bra and shirt now. For this next thing I have in mind, I need to see your breasts. There's a shelf along the wall with some space for you to put them behind the privacy screen. I'd like you to wear the suspenders, though; I have something in mind for them."

I stepped over to the area behind the screen and began removing my shirt and bra, when Dimitri added, "This is a little bit awkward, but there's a styrofoam cup with some ice in it on the shelf. I'd like you to apply it to your nipples so that they stand out. Your photos will look more appealing if they appear," again, he cleared his throat, "erect."

I looked down at my now-bare breasts as I tugged the suspenders back up to my shoulders. Just hearing Dimitri saying that was enough to keep me from needing the ice altogether.

While I was removing my shirt, Dimitri had switched off the fan and turned on a few additional lights, changing the color of the room. After he did, I heard some beeping sounds that appeared to be coming from his camera.

I stepped out from the screen to see Dimitri with his back to me, studying his camera on the tripod as pushed buttons on it. "Where would you like me now?"

Dimitri turned towards me and then just stood there, his eyes focused on my breasts. The hot flush I had felt when he was looking at my bra turned into an inferno as his gaze felt almost tangible against my hardened nipples. My breath caught when Dimitri slid his tongue out and wetted his lip for a moment.

Without even meaning to, my hand shot up to my hair as I went to brush it off of my shoulders. Dimitri's eyes followed the movement and then he stepped forward towards me. With one of his hands, he pulled my hair forward over one shoulder, then slid it back behind the other. He held a strand of my hair in his hand for a moment, running his fingers over it, then tucked it behind my ear and moved back to his tripod.

"I see that you used the ice quite extensively. Good. I'll want you on the bed soon enough, but for now, I'd like you to stand in front of the LCD screen again." I moved to the screen. "Do your suspenders have any give to them?"

I tugged on them for Dimitri to show that they were elasticy. "Yes."

"I'd like you to place the straps so that they cover the center of each of your nipples."

Understanding what Dimitri had in mind, I attempted to arrange the thin straps, but they just wouldn't stay.

"They won't cooperate," I told him with a slight frown.

Dimitri asked, "May I?" I nodded and he moved to me.

As he began working on the straps, I let myself take in the masterpiece of his bare chest in front of me. He had just the tiniest smattering of soft wispy hair covering his flawless tanned skin and rippling muscles, which flexed as his hands and arms moved across my straps. I let my tongue sweep out and licked my lips, imagining what it would be like to run my tongue along his skin. I fought the urge to reach out and stroke my hand along his chest and feel the smooth, hard indentations and ridges of his defined abs.

His hand began at my shoulders, first one and then the other, trying to move the strap so that it would cover me right. He kept his hand on the strap as much as possible, but it was impossible to entirely keep his fingers from making contact with my skin. His hand left a scorching trail of fire wherever he touched. Each time he placed the strap where he wanted it, the erect nipple would nudge the strap to one side. With each motion of his fingers downward along the strap, my breathing picked up even more.

"Maybe you shouldn't have used so much ice." he told me as his fingers swept further down the strap. I didn't dare tell him I hadn't used it. "Do the straps tighten?"

"Yes, there is a clasp in the back." I turned. "Can you get it?"

"I don't want to smash you, so you'll need to let me know if it becomes uncomfortable." Dimitri gently brushed my hair to the side, again letting his hand linger in my hair for a moment longer than necessary, then letting his fingers trail along my bare back, and he finally began tightening each strap. Every time he ratcheted the clasp, I felt a gentle tug against my breast, feeling almost as if his fingers were there against my nipple.

"I think that's good," he told me and nudged my shoulder to have me turn back towards him.

When I turned, I found myself closer than I had before turning my back to him, and again his dark eyes took in my breasts before he began trying to adjust the straps again.

"I thought by now that you might, but you don't seem to need more ice," Dimitri murmured, still focused on my straps and that persistent nipple, "Are you cold?"

"Uh-uh," I told him, giving my head a slight shake as his fingers trail lower down the first strap, securing it in place, "I'm fine."

Dimitri's fingers swept along the second strap a bit more carelessly than the first, but he had it almost right. I could see the frustration building up in his eyes that this side was just not doing what it needed to be. Finally, he took the strap, close to my nipple, and positioned it with one finger in front of it and one behind it. As his fingers released the strap, I inhaled sharply when I felt the soft pad of his index finger sweep along my very not-cold hardened peak.

Dimitri's eyes went wide and he quickly spit out, "I'm sorry!" and jerked his hand away as if it were on fire.

"It's okay," I told him, "Mistakes happen," but inwardly I was thinking, I want you to do it again!

At that point, two things were abundantly clear to me: First, the feel of his accidental brush of fingertip against my bared nipple was maybe the most erotic experience I'd had in my life. Second, if he somehow hadn't figured out from the way that my skin felt that I didn't use the ice, he was the dumbest man I'd ever met.

And Dimitri wasn't dumb, at all.

"Perhaps I had better leave the strap to you now," he told me. Since it had been tightened, it was much easier to pull into place, so I did. Dimitri went back to his camera and began snapping more photos.

"I want you to lower the straps now, Rose. I want you to show me those luscious nipples that I'd love to be sucking." Dimitri had said the second part much quieter than the first, so much so that I almost wasn't even sure if he knew he'd said that loud enough for me to hear, but my pulse quickened at his bold words.

Once the straps were down, Dimitri snapped a few more pictures, had me turn, and had asked me to cup my breasts in my hands.

As Dimitri finished one last photo, looking studiously into his camera, he asked me, "Roza, what are you wearing under those pants? I need to know so we can stage the next shot."

I was confused. And a little bit angry. He couldn't even remember my name. "Roza? Who the fuck's Roza?!"

*Author Note* Let's face it, folks, if she didn't know that was her name in Russian, I could seriously see her being PISSED at him calling her that*

Dimitri looked up at me from his camera. "I'm sorry. Roza is your name in Russian. I've wanted to call you that from the moment I saw your face. It's sort of what I call you in my head when I think about you. I hadn't even realized it'd slipped out."

"You think about me?"

Dimitri's face flushed for just a moment before he schooled his features into a more guarded mask. I'd never seen a man like him blush before. It was adorable. And positively mouth-watering. "More than I should. And I still want to know what you've got under those pants."

I again began undressing in front of Dimitri, challenging him with my eyes as he stared at my hands unzipping my pants. I let them fall to the floor, leaving me in only my red lace panties and matching garter belt and stockings.

Dimitri made a sound as though all of the air went rushing out of him and I instantly knew I had made the right choice with my lingerie.

"I believe our deal was that your pants would come off, too?"

"My pants? You want my pants to come off, too?" Dimitri asked. He looked as though he had been struck dumb, then narrowed his eyes and said, "I don't think that's such a good idea."

"Why not?" I asked, stepping away from my pants, "And where would you like me now?"

"The garter belt is very nice, but I think you need to lose the panties for what I have in mind for the next shot. Then I would like you to lay on the bed on your side, facing the camera," he said, nearly completely ignoring my first question.

"Why isn't it a good idea?" I challenged him again, "It's what we agreed on over the phone. It was even one of the conditions of my doing this."

Dimitri groaned, finally looking down at his jeans and unbuttoning. As his fingers slid along the zipper, he replied, "Because all semblance of professionalism will be gone once you see me without my pants on."

He was acting as though I couldn't keep from touching him or trying to throw myself at him or something. "I thought we knew each other better than that. You don't think I have any self-control? I'm not some whore, Dimitri."

"No, it's not that." Then, once again, in a much quieter voice I almost wasn't sure I had heard right, "I'm thinking more of your seeing the physical response I'm already having to your body." Heat and moisture pooled between my thighs at his mumbled words. Then louder again, "Just remember that I'm a heterosexual man and there's a beautiful, naked woman in front of me."

Then he tugged off his blue jeans, showing a very prominent and unmistakable erection, larger than I had ever seen. My breaths shallowed at the sight. Before I could react in any other way to the sight in front of me - other than to grow even wetter - Dimitri said, "Let's just get these pictures taken."

I slid my panties off and laid on the bed, facing the camera. Dimitri came close - maybe too close - and positioned my arms and legs as he wanted them with his hands, then carefully brushed my hair off my shoulder, letting his hand again trail along my shoulder and linger in my hair.

After backing up to his tripod, Dimitri told me, "Now, look at the camera as though you know you have the most beautiful body in the world and there's no way we'll ever get to touch it..."

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After taking more than a few pictures with me on my side, Dimitri asked me, "Now, I'd like you to lay on your back with your hair spread across the pillow, your knees slightly bent, and your thighs spread wide. I don't want to startle you, so I want to warn you that I'll be kneeling on the bed above you."

Dimitri's erection hadn't waned in the slightest over the last twenty minutes since he'd dropped his pants. It had to be aching. I knew the feeling because my clit was practically pulsating with the need to be touched.

"Just stay on your back, facing the ceiling." Dimitri came to my side and began spreading my hair across the pillow in what I assumed would be an artful way. As he did so, I could see his hard length right at eye level, inches away from my face. I wanted nothing more than to turn my head and ease him with my hands and tongue, but I knew that we had to get through this photo shoot.

Once he finished placing my hair as he wanted, he stepped back to move to the foot of the bed with his camera. As Dimitri approached the foot of the bed, he told me, "Once I start getting close-ups of your core in a few minutes, I have a tube of lubricant I'd like you to apply so that you'll appear ... aroused." Oh, I won't be needing that, either. "When you apply it, I will leave the room to give you some privacy, but first, I just wanted to get some shots from a distance."

As Dimitri knelt on the bed between my feet, I watched his face above me. He snapped a few more pictures and then pulled the camera down to look at my face and chest. He appeared to be trying not to look, but his eyes flicked down to my drenched slit. The breath went out of him and he said, "You don't need any lubricant; do you?"

I shook my head gently. "No."

His voice got husky and his accent became thicker as he asked, "Is that from being with me?"

I breathed, "Yes."

"I need to photograph you, but I want to touch you."

His words made my whole body feel like it was on fire. "Then touch me."

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Author's Notes:

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