The photographer was satisfied with how things turned out; he knew that this would make for a killer spread. He also knew a secret that most of the modeling world didn't: the fact that "Jacqueline", his star model, wasn't real. She was imaginary, just a bodysuit. This meant that "she" would actually be somebody different for every shoot, but on the bright side it meant that each time was wonderfully unique.
For this particular time, it was easier since everything was indoors. The lighting was great, the environment was great, and he was getting lots of sexy pictures that the publications would eat up. However, there was one problem.
"About time! This suit is hot. And I'm not just talking about how it looks. Somebody come help me out of Jacqueline."
His model looked more than annoyed with him, but at the end of the day, they knew the prestige would trickle around. That should earn him some peace and quiet (and much needed money) for now. Smiling to himself, he immediately motioned to an assistant.
"Tim, get her out of that."
Ah yes. Time to have the bodysuit returned. Time to store the million dollar secret. Until next time, at least.
No comments:
Post a Comment