“Am I not defined enough,” I said, mock insulted.
“No one is,” Marco said. “Film only captures so much quality. Our eyes see in hi-def, but cameras aren’t eyes, so we need more contrast to help film see the edges of things.” He started in on my abs, the cold air tickling like crazy. It was the first time getting airbrushed abs, after all, so I did not at all act professionally. He did the same to underneath my pecks, Tiffany giving her approval.
“Very nice,” she said.
Marco then dabbed my face and neck and shoulders with a sponge and brush. He certainly did know his craft because in less than 10 minutes I was declared done.
“What about the junk? Anything there,” asked Marco.
Before I could decline, Tiffany offered an answer.
“Since this is a first for Paul here, I was going to do that. Here,” she gestured to a temporary changing area with chairs in them. “We’ll trim you up in here.”
She grabbed some scissors, a disposable razor, shave gel and a nail sanding block, and directed me into the booth. Pulling closed the curtain, she sat me on the edge of the chair, pulling down my pants and shorts. My semi-erect member flopped out to greet her.
“I see you’re almost ready to go,” she said, speaking down to my member. “Let’s get you ready for your close up.”
With subtle and precise movements, Tiffany trimmed my pubes all around my cock. She held it in her small, warm hand and maneuvered it so she could trim around it. This had the effect of getting me more excited, which Tiffany tried to ignore.
She then moved on to the shave gel, applying some to my now fully erect member. Gently and carefully, she shaved the base of my cock until it was clear of hair the entire length.
Finally, she took the sanding block and went over the trimmed pubes like she was sanding a car hood. It didn’t hurt, but it was definitely a new experience for me.
Wiping me off with a towel, my erection was greatly reduced but not all the way gone. “There,” she said, satisfied, “that looks very nice. And, it even looks bigger.”
Glancing down, my junk did indeed look a lot cleaner and a little longer. I started to understand how women felt after getting a trim down there. It certainly made me feel sexy.
Donning my pants again, we exited the make room and went back the room we were going to shoot in.
“Jenny will explain what the setup is while I do make up,” Tiffany said, and departed back down the hall.
Still shirtless, I went over and sat on the couch next to Jenny. Her skirt rode up some and her legs looked even longer and more attractive than before.
Jenny explained what the scene was going to be about. Tiffany and I were doing a “Batman catches Catwoman with the goods” type of theme. I would catch her while she was trying on the jewelry, she would try to escape and then she’d use her Catwoman wiles to distract me and then escape.
It all sounded rather cheesy, but I didn’t say that.
“I’ll be giving you both some directions, probably more than you’re used to. Just try to stay in the mood so we can keep you hard for the shoot.
“A lot of the photos will be staged, but some will be while you two are fucking, which will look more natural. And if you are getting close to cumming and we’re not done yet, try to think of something un-sexy; like sports or food you think is gross.”
I had some follow up questions which Jenny was happy to answer. She was more knowledgable than I thought, and seemed to spend as much time behind the camera as she did in front of it. I told her as much.
“Thanks,” said Jenny through a wide smile. “I get paid to appear in photos, but I get more to take the photos sometimes. And it’s also just fun to do.”
“I’ll say,” said Tiffany from across the room.
I turned and saw her as their rendition of Catwoman. Her mask went over her head, and had two little cat ears on top, but her hair still came out and down her back. The mask covered her eyes and down her cheeks, but left her nose, lips and chin exposed.
Her outfit consisted of a leather bodice with lace cups which did not fully hide the nipples on Tiffanys firm B-cup breasts. She also had on very, very tiny panties which, when she turned around to show off her firm, perky ass, was in fact a g-string. She finished it with knee high black boots and opera gloves that went to her elbows.
“Nice,” commented Jenny.
“Thanks. And here is what you’ll get to wear, Paul. At least for a little bit,” Tiffany said, smirking. She held up a vague approximation of a Batman cowl with pointy ears, that also had an attached cape. The leather briefs she held in the other hand were looking a little small, but she assured me that they’d make it work. There were also some black boots for me to wear as well as gloves to complete the look.
Jenny pretended to busy herself with moving papers around on the coffee table, and pretended to be engrossed in that while I changed. Tiffany, with no shame at all, sat on the back of the couch and watched me as I changed into my Batman outfit. After some adjustments, we were ready to go.
The whole shoot started out rather mundanely. Jenny did test shots and profiles and a few head shots for cover possibilities. We started by Tiffany doing her ‘trying on the loot’ sequence and I just sat out of the way.
When I was to join, we did shots of me kicking in the door, pointing accusingly at the Catwoman, as well as various struggling poses. It took more than an hour before Jenny was happy that we could move on.
“OK. Now, Catwoman is going to start by flashing her eyes, then tits, and shaking a bit of ass. Tiff, you can remove the panties after that, like a sultry removal, flashing your ass at Batman. Paul, you for the most part will just stand still, look uninterested like she has no effect on you.”