CHAPTER ONE

 

Bent Holstrup was well known as a photographer of the highest skill and commercial sensitivity. He was wealthy from his photography. Michiko admired wealth, skill and professionalism. Bent had all of these things. He also lived in the building and occupied a six room flat on the top floor. The lower three floors served as his studios.

Bent had a small staff that worked for him, doing the developing and the print work. His expansion into other photography fields dictated more space, so Bent had purchased this building to accommodate the many different clients he photographed.

On the first floor there was the developing and printing equipment and Bent had three staffer who only did this type of work.

On the second floor Bent had other free-lance photographers who did publicity photographs for only the best known stars of Broadway and Television. There were some movie star clients as well.

The third floor was given over to fashion photography and this was where Bent did all the photography himself, not trusting this important ... and lucrative work, to others.

Fashion photography was the field in which Bent had made his first fortune and had made his name in the photography business. The studio itself, was magnificently decorated in an oriental motif, and occupied the whole floor. It had cost Bent several thousand dollars to knock down the walls and to create one large room to accommodate the photographic sets and, lights and equipment he needed to preserve his reputation as one of the foremost fashion photographers in the business.

Bent was in his early forties and had sandy hair, creases in his cheeks when he smiled ... and he was tall ... Michiko liked tall men. Bent was fond of wearing earthy, brown colours. His pants were often olive drab or rust-coloured corduroy Levi's. He was fond of beige velour jerseys and he wore the sleeves rolled up. On his feet he usually wore Nike running shoes, favouring the blue nylon tops with the yellow swoosh trade mark.

Michiko thought he was handsome and a fatherly-looking figure. He worked well with her. Of course he was a very experience photographer and was skilled at putting a lot of the top models at their ease.

Bent Holstrup understood the workings of the model's mind. He understood their concern about lighting and temperature in the room. That was why he kept the room air conditioned so that mascara would not run under the hot lights and perspiration would not flow so freely.

Michiko took the elevator to the third floor and rang the buzzer at the door to the studio which stood directly opposite the elevator. She stood at the door, looking through the round port-hole into the studio business area where Bent was seated at his desk working on some invoices and bills.

He got up and brought his craggy face to the round window in the door and smiled at Michiko. She liked his smile. It was a face of nothing but wrinkles and creases that gave him an older look then he actually was.

Bent opened the door and ushered Michiko in, kissing her on the cheek as he led her in by the hand.

"Welcome! Come in, Michi," he said. "Would you like a cup of hot cocoa before we start?"

"No thank you, Bent," she said. "You know I never have anything to eat or drink before a shooting session, my mascara might run."

He offered her a seat on the couch that was positioned away from the main shooting area, and then sat down beside her. It was typical of Bent to offer a little friendly social chit-chat before starting the arduous shooting session.

"I hear you're leaving for Japan. Are you going to be away long?" asked Bent.

"I really can't tell. You know I'm going to my father's funeral?"

"Yes," Bent said, "the agency told me. I hope you won't stay long, you know you're my favourite model. I've never worked with anyone as professional as you, honey."

He always knew just the right words to say, thought Michiko. He didn't say she was beautiful or that she modelled clothes well or even how photogenic she was, like most of the other photographers she had worked with. Bent thought she was 'a professional'. This flattered her deeply.

He helped her off with her jacket and she began to relax. She felt in her coat pocket for the pack of Luckies she had brought with her and she lit one and puffed on it, trying to relax for the gruelling session that lay ahead.

"I've got all the latest gowns from Paris just waiting for you. Let me show you what they look like and you can decide which ones you want to wear and in what order. There's twelve of them altogether."

"I can't wait to see them," exclaimed Michiko.

Bent took her to the dressing room and showed her the dresses. They were lovely, beige and satin mixed with sashes and some with straps and low necklines for evening wear. Others were more casual and were designed for lower budget shoppers.

Michiko decided to try the warmer looking dresses first. She would work up her body heat during the session and she would be warm enough to take the cold air of the room for cooler looking dresses that showed more skin.

Bent left her in the dressing room to go and get the camera ready. The first dress would be a tweed suit and maxi-skirt with boots that the designer had specifically requested for the picture. Of course, the boots were made to order for Michiko and she could keep them as part of the deal with the designer. Michiko figured she would probably net two thousand dollars for the day's work and also she would walk off with the dresses. It was in her contract that her agent had hammered out with Givenchy.

Bent worked coolly and professionally, photographing her twenty times in each outfit against different backdrops. One set put her at an equestrian event ... a moment later she was standing among smart young people at a Parisian soiree. Yet another backdrop put her at a discotheque.

Michiko was getting tired as she made ready to change for the last set of photos. She had saved the low-cut white silk evening dress for the last. It was backless and the cleavage of her arse was revealed and would be seen in photos all over Europe. The European advertisers permitted such photos, but for the American magazines she could only be photographed from the front.

Bent took the pictures and delayed his shooting to get just the right shot of Michiko from the back. Michiko could see the thin sliver of Bent's upper lip as his gazed fixed on her arse and took in the cleavage of her well-shaped behind. He stood for a long moment before shooting the frontal shots and his eyes travelled to her breasts which were covered only up to the nipples by the bodice. Michiko felt uneasy as Bent fiddled with his equipment.

The whole set of photographs was taking longer than she had supposed and she was beginning to feel cold in the air conditioned room.

Then the last shot was taken and Michiko breathed a sigh of relief. She went back to the dressing room and began to undress. She always preferred to pose for fashion photographs without wearing any underwear. Michiko was a professional and feared the outline of a panty or bra seen through the dress would ruin the effect of the photo. Undressing was no problem for her without the underwear on.

She had removed the dress and was entirely naked except for her boots which she was having a tough time taking off. As Michiko placed her right foot on a chair in the room she had her back to the door. She tugged and tugged on the fine leather boot but it refused to come off. Then Bent's face appeared at the door.

"May I help?" he asked.

Michiko was a bit surprised at Bent having caught her in the nude, but she was having trouble with the boots and maybe he could help her get them off. Bent pulled on her right boot as she braced herself against the wall. Then with a great tug the boot came off her foot. The act was repeated with the left boot and Michiko stood naked in the dressing room. Bent ran his eyes over the creamy skin of her body.

Bent walked over to her and began kissing her neck and blowing into her ear. At first, Michiko thought this was just the usual affection that people in the trade showed to each other. She became startled as she felt Bent's fingers parting the folds of her cunt and probing deeper and deeper into the cave of her body. She tried to release her body from his iron grip but his finger held her cunt tightly and his other hand was wrapped around her arse as she wriggled in his tight grip.

Michiko could feel the juice running through her cunt and the stickiness inside excited her as she felt Bent's fingers move from her behind to the opening of her arsehole as they probed her anal ring and gradually slid into the full length of her arsehole.

She continued to struggle as her body writhed on the pivot of his fingers embedded in her cunt. As Bent worked his fingers inside her joy box, he kissed her breasts and nipples until the nipples stood up, hard and erect.