The Deception Read Free Page B

your eyes, breathe in deep, and just listen to the music for a little while."
    Carrie closed her eyes. She soon began feeling the effect of the wine as her back and shoulder muscles started to unwind. She resumed the pose, and Louise began to take the photos.
    "There you go, that's my girl. Now look up at me and smile. There, that's perfect. I need you to move your front leg out a little more toward me. There you go. Perfect. Now, turn your head and look this way. Follow my finger with your eyes. Good."
    Now that Carrie had finally loosened up things were starting to go more smoothly.
    "Let's take a short break. I want to redo your hair and touch up your makeup. Then I want you to put on some different jewelry."
    "Can I see?" asked Carrie, slipping her robe back on.
    Louise handed the camera over and waited while Carrie scrolled though the shots.
    "Oh my." Her face turned red. It was a bit of a shock seeing herself bare breasted, but the photos were tastefully shot. "They sort of look like Renaissance paintings, don't they? Too bad there's no man at home to appreciate them."
    "Give it some time, Carrie. You're still young. There are plenty of men out there."
    She handed back the camera and headed off to the dressing room where Louise restyled her hair and touched up her makeup. This time she wanted Carrie's hair to be long and flowing. After selecting different jewelry, she went to set up the lighting in another room. She returned a short time later and led her into the guest bedroom. Inside was a queen-sized four-poster bed, with the coverlet turned down.
    "I'm going start by taking some shots of that beautiful backside of yours, so I want you to go stand by the foot of the bed. Grab hold of the bedpost with your right hand, with your back to me. Then, when I say, ready, turn your head and look over your left shoulder."
    Carrie removed her robe and walked to the bedpost, turning her head back and smiling as Louise clicked away on her camera.
    "You know, I just don't understand why women get so uptight about their rear ends," said Louise. "A nice, round, curvy bottom is a beautiful sight to behold. Now, keep holding on to the bedpost and turn towards me, just enough so I can see the side of your breast. There you go. That's perfect. Now, turn your head back, look toward me, and smile."
    After she finished, she told Carrie to climb up on the bed.
    "Don't worry about your shoes. I'm not concerned about the bedding. I just want you to look good. Now, I want you to go over to the corner at the foot of the bed."
    Carrie began crawling toward the corner. She was trying to keep her shoes from touching the bedding, so her movements were a little awkward. She giggled as she crawled.
    "Let's see if I can do this without falling on my fanny. You know, Louise, that wine is really starting to kick in."
    "I'm glad you're finally starting to relax. This really isn't that different from the shoots we did all those years ago. Now, turn to face me and balance yourself on your knees. No, not like that."
    Carrie started giggling again.
    "Come on, work with me, Carrie."
    "Sorry, Louise. For a moment there I was recalling the good old days, and how I sometimes used to horse around, just to see what you would do."
    "I remember it well, and you have no idea all how many times I was seriously tempted to bend you over my knee and paddle your butt."
    "But you didn't."
    "No, I didn't, but that's only because you were the best child model I ever worked with. Now let's get back to work, young lady. I want you to face me and raise yourself up on your knees, into a kneeling position. Yes, just like that. Now, I need you to hold onto the bedpost with your left hand. That's right. Turn your head and the top part of your body toward your right and look up toward the ceiling. That's good. Now, lean back just a little and raise your right hand up to your forehead, like you're brushing the sweat off your brow. There, you've got it. That's perfect. Hold it right