Four days later Susanna answered the phone in her bathrobe. It was eleven in the morning, but since she had little to do that day, and it was unbearably hot, she was spending her time on the couch in her light robe smoking cigarettes and drinking champagne. After fantasizing about the man at the restaurant four or five times, Susanna had moved on and mostly forgotten their encounter. Afterall, it had mostly been about her husband if she was being honest. Their sex was always best when they found a way to bring a hint of real tension into the bedroom.
“Is this Susanna?” The voice was a woman’s and one Susanna did not recognize.
“Who is calling?” She asked far more sharply than she might have if not for the weather.
“I have Mr. Moreau on the line.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t believe I know anyone by that name.”
There was a long pause on the other end of the line and Susanna nearly hung up on the woman.
“Look are you a model or something? How could you not know him? He’s only one of the most famous photographers in the world. Now is this Susanna or isn’t it?”
“Of course, how silly of me,” She said, a hint of excitement returning to her voice. His beautiful smile flashed through her mind. “Please put him through. I’ve been waiting for his call.”
“Whatever you say,” the woman said, clearly unimpressed to the point of disbelief.
“Susanna! How wonderful to light a cigarette this morning and discover your phone number. In fact, if my lighter hadn’t gone dead just now I might never have found the matches your husband gave me. I hope I’m not interrupting?”
“Not at all. It’s so dreadfully hot I’m doing very little today. Other than a few glasses of champagne that is.”
“Well, I was wondering if you gave my offer any more thought. It was lovely to meet you and I would very much like to take your picture.”
Susanna and Nicholas had asked about him, and they were referred to the latest issue of Andy Warhol’s new magazine Interview. His photos were rather avante garde, but they had an excitement to them that both members of the couple found enticing. And it was clear from his work that he was not only well known but also successful.
Susanna instantly assumed that he would never call. Now that he had, she wasn’t quite sure what to do.
“To be honest Mr. Moreau, I didn’t expect to hear from you. I can’t imagine what you’d want with a woman like me. I’m definitely not the young skinny model type. I’m nearly twenty-six for Christ sake.”
“You’re beautiful and besides, you and your husband intrigue me. Not only were you polite, but you both seem to be of independent minds. Which is something I like very much.”
“Well, if you’re sure about it, I would be delighted. I can’t promise I’ll be very good at it, but I’m happy to come give it a try.”
“How about tomorrow? Come in the morning when it’s not so hot. I’ll have more champagne waiting and we can jump right in. I’m not too far actually. Just over in Soho. Will you do it?”
“Let’s say nine am?”
“That’s perfect, I’ll have my girl give you the address. I’m so looking forward to it. And by the way Susanna, please call me Marcel. Formal titles seem so gauche don’t you think?”
“Of course, Marcel,” Susanna said, wondering if her nerves would beat out her excitement in the long run or if it would go the other way around.
As soon as she hung, she lit a cigarette, poured another glass of champagne, and lay back on the couch. As she began to imagine her session the following day, she let her robe fall open and her fingers trail down between her legs. And there, on the couch, on a hot August afternoon, Susanna made herself come to nothing but the thought of standing naked in front of a handsome man with a camera.
It was strange to think about him on her own, and now that a date was set, it felt like a different thing altogether. She hadn’t told Nick yet, which meant that it was her secret, and her private side told her to keep it that way even though she knew she wouldn’t. But what if she did take him as a lover all the while denying it? And what if he photographed her in more and more lascivious poses as she proclaimed her innocence until the idea was preposterous?
The fantasy was ridiculous, but it was enticing all the same, and Susanna found herself aroused again and again throughout the afternoon.
Maybe standing in front of a camera again wouldn’t be so bad.
She informed Nicholas that evening when he returned home, and it once more led to an incredible session of lovemaking as they couple fantasized about what might happen the following day. But once they were finished, and Nicholas sound asleep, Susann found herself awake and alert as her mind tried to convince her to worry more and tone down her expectations. She spent hours talking herself in circles until she finally fell asleep in the early hours of the morning.
“Don’t be nervous, darling,” Nicholas said over coffee. “You’re beautiful and you know it. And I know that I for one will be excited to see the photos no matter what happens.”
“And if he seduces me and the photos are absolutely scandalous you’ll be that much happier?”
“You know me so well, but do have fun. I’ll be at the office if you need anything, and you can always call Simone if you’d like some backup. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”
“And have her steal my thunder? Absolutely not. I’ll be fine. I hope.”
Nicholas kissed his wife goodbye, squeezed her bottom with a wink, and then he was down the steps and out on the quiet West Village street looking for a cab. He was not going to brave the heat of the subway platform, even at 8 am.
Susann had been up for a few hours and had done her hair and makeup as best she could. Since she had no idea what Marcel was interested in, she decided to go with whatever made her the most comfortable. Since it was August, and since she was not inclined to overdress unless it was required for some social occasion, she put on a pair of low heels, a beautiful but casual blue linen dress, and not a stitch else. While she considered stockings for a moment–largely for artistic reasons–she finally decided she’d prefer to be underdressed than too hot.
It was a short walk to the studio, and Susanna stopped at Vesuvius Cafe for a coffee and a croissant. The streets were empty so early in the morning, and the few people out and about looked like they lived there rather than the tourists which had recently begun to overtake the native culture.
When she finally arrived she was directed to an old freight elevator at the back of the building. The man at the door followed her in and silently took her up to the third floor where he gruffly slid back the gate and stood impatiently as she checked her lipstick one last time.
The room she stepped out into was full of photos, mirrors, and more pieces of old furniture than she had ever seen. There was a large empty desk directly across from the elevator, and her eyes were drawn to the pile of hats, fur stoles, and costume jewelry that covered it. As she wandered through the makeshift museum, she nearly forgot why she was there.
At least until she was interrupted.
“Susanna, you came!” Marcel approached her, took her hands in his, and kissed each cheek before stepping back and looking at her.
“I do hope I’m on time,” she said, realizing she had not worn a watch.
“Of course! I have the entire morning open. Do you need coffee? Champagne? Whatever you like. Come. Here’s the studio.”
Before she could answer, he led her through a curtain on the far end of the room and into a large space painted black. There were lights scattered about, but they were mostly off, and the room was lit by two small lamps. Screens lay in one corner, a large shelf held more camera equipment than she knew existed, and in the center was a large roll of white paper hanging from a raised bar.
“This is all rather impressive,” Susanna said. “After I saw your work in Interview, I couldn’t imagine why you’d call me, but I’m glad to be here. Even if I’m so nervous I nearly peed myself.”
“There’s no need!” Marcel said, handing her a cigarette and then lighting it for her. “Tom, get us a bottle of wine from the fridge and let’s start at the beginning.”
A young man, no older than twenty, jumped up from a corner where Susanna had not seen him and ran back through the curtain to the front room. Less than a minute late he returned with a chilled bottle of Veuve Clicquot and three coups. He popped the cork, letting it fly across the room, and poured three glasses. One of which he handed to Susanna who found herself sitting on a high stool.
“Tom is one of my assistants, I hope you don’t mind. I couldn’t do anything without him and Sasha.”
“I’ll never have a bad word to say about a man who brings me champagne. Cheers Tom.”
The three of them toasted their glasses and sat smoking in the dark and luxuriously cool room. When Susanna finally crushed out her cigarette and started on her second glass, they got down to business.
“So I didn’t plan anything too specific,” Marcel began. “Since this is your first time, and since we’re getting to know one another, I thought we might play a bit and see what happens.”
“Well I’m open to anything,” Susanna said, blushing only slightly at her honesty. While she was more open to the idea of actually taking photos than before, a part of hoped they might skip that step entirely. Sex was something she was far more comfortable with.
“Perfect!” Marcel said, laughing so warmly and kindly that she found herself increasingly hoping he would be less of a gentleman and more of a man. “Did you bring anything else, or just this?”
“I wasn’t sure what to wear, to be honest. But in this heat, I decided less is more. Besides, I don’t recall your models wearing much of anything.”
“Well, you are bold. That’s a relief. I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable, but even with the professional models, modesty can often get in the way. It’s all foolish if you ask me. In France, we think nothing of nudity, but even in New York it’s a taboo you can’t crawl over.”
“I don’t mind at all. And since I brought this dress and nothing else, it appears you have two choices. The dress or Susanna.”
“Let’s start with the dress,” Marcell with another wink. He walked her to the white no-seam and stood her in the center of the paper facing him. Tom walked around her and flipped on a light which lit her from the right. And then, without a word, he approached her, turned her head to the side, lifted her chin with one hand, and then placed the other on the small of her back where he straightened her posture until she stood looking up with her breasts pushing forward as if they were about to order dinner on their own.
“You’re beautiful!” Marcel said, taking a quick picture before stepping closer. “I hope you don’t mind Tom manhandling you like that. It’s often easier to position someone than to explain.”
“He was a perfect gentleman.”
“He does as he’s told,” Marcel said, and Susanna found herself suddenly focused on the obedient young man as much as the photographer. How delightfully unexpected.
They were silent for the first five or ten minutes as Marcel took photos, and while out of her element, Susanna found herself warming to the experience. It was far less formal than she expected and the laughter from the two men set her at ease. Tom had her change position ever so slightly, and each time he touched her, his hands lingered longer. But with the lights on her and her cheeks flushed from embarrassment and excitement, Susanna quickly found herself growing warm.
“Susanna, do you mind if we take the dress down off your shoulders?”
Marcel stopped for a moment and the first hint of worry crossed his brow. Which was ridiculous, since Susanna most likely would have been happy without the dress at all. At least she’d know where this was all going. She smiled and reached behind her to undo the button.
“Not at all, it’s dreadfully hot.”
Tom stood behind her and began to lower the zipper as Susanna stood perfectly still in spite of her heartbeat taking the opportunity to skip on occasion. Marcel stepped in and took another few pictures as the young man slid the straps down until her ample cleavage was instantly the center of attention. The thin material clung to her body, and as she looked down, she found herself curious about the images being taken. And with Tom directly behind her, his hands on her shoulders, she made a quick decision.
As Marcel snapped away, she turned ever so slightly and kissed the boy on the cheek. He leaned in further until her lips were on his ear and she heard the camera click in quick succession.
“You can push it down further,” she whispered, wondering if he would take her direction as well.
As it turned out, he did not need more encouragement, and as he once more straightened her posture, he slipped her dress down to her waist until her full breasts were in plain sight of the camera along with the two men watching.
“My god, you’re beautiful,” Marcel said, stepping closer. “Tom, place one hand on her stomach, and Susanna, look up at him for a moment.”
She could feel him pressing against her back, and since he was nearly a full foot taller, she looked up over her shoulder as she moved her ass enough for him to know he was appreciated. Their lips were inches from one another as the camera clicked again and again. Without thinking, Susanna raised one hand to the far side of his face where she gently touched a cheek.
This was definitely more like it. And now that she was half naked, Susanna found the sound of the camera had changed from startling to enticing. She was being captured on film and there was something salacious about it. Even after the orgies, the parties, and her many lovers, Susanna had never felt quite so exposed.
As she shifted once more, her body now slick with sweat, Tom stepped back enough for her dress to lose all support. And in a heartbeat, it fell to the floor, leaving her perfectly naked. Marcel stepped back instantly as Tom wrapped his arms around her and he snapped one photo after another as the two models came increasingly close to kissing.
“That was beautiful,” Marcel said, shaking Susanna out of her dream.
He reached out and handed her a very light and practically sheer dressing gown, which she slipped on. With one hand, he led her to a sitting area to the side, and he filled her glass of champagne. Tom stood waiting just outside the circle of chairs and couches, and Marcel toasted her with a grin.
“You are truly stunning, and that was the most natural and sensuous thing I’ve seen in a long time. Do you know how many times I get two models in here who can barely stand each other? I hope it wasn’t too presumptuous, but the images were too good to pass up.”
“It was…” Susanna found herself at a loss for words. If she had remained a few seconds longer she was positive she would have done something far more intimate than a kiss. In fact, the memory of the man behind her, pressing himself against her, brought another flush to her face. While she was used to advances and even physical touch from men she hardly knew, it was something else entirely to have her photo taken at the same time.
“It was wonderful,” she finally said. “In fact, if you hadn’t stopped, I suspect Tom might have been the one scandalized by me instead of the other way around.”
“You really aren’t like other women, are you? How does your husband feel about all of this?”
“Once again with the husbands,” she said, laughing at him. “Nicholas is probably more excited for me to be here than I am. And I suspect the photos of that young man’s hands all over me will drive him to do terrible things.”
Marcel’s expression was hard to read as he sat back and lit a cigarette. He smoked it for a while before waving Tom over and whispering something in his ear. The boy left and ran off to the far side of the room to presumably accomplish whatever task he had been set to.
“If you’d like to continue, I believe Tom would be quite pleased to assist in whatever way you like. He’s a decent assistant, but he has other skills which are often useful as well. Only if you’re interested of course..”
“What did you have in mind?” Susanna asked, leaning forward and letting her robe fall open. He had already seen her naked, so what did it matter? Marcell sighed appreciatively, before nodding his head towards the lights and the white noseam.
Tom had moved a small daybed into the center of the space, and he had stripped off his button-down shirt to reveal a white a-framed t-shirt covering his muscled frame beneath it. With his suit pants and the white shirt, he looked like a young Paul Newman or Marlon Brando. Which is to say it was a rather pleasing look on him.
But while he was attractive, young, and well made, he was not the reason Susanna had given up her morning to have her photo taken. The man in front of her still held her interest yet his body language was nearly impossible for her to read. Did he want her? Was he only interested in watching? It was becoming too much not to say anything.
“I have to say, I expected that you and I might become more intimate.”
“Doesn’t this feel intimate?” Marcel asked, leaning in closer. “I’ve always felt that the intimacy that comes from being behind the camera can outweigh that of being in front of it.”
“I hadn’t considered that. Are you saying you might personally enjoy taking more photos? Of your young assistant and myself?”
While it was not what she would have chosen, his apparent excitement was intriguing. And since she was used to men who enjoyed watching, finding one who also liked to document her exploits might be fun as well.
“Very much so,” Marcel said, his face now next to hers as they whispered their words. “Nothing would make me happier.”
“In that case,” Susanna said, standing up in one fluid motion, so as to almost cause Marcel to fall over. “Why don’t we start again?”
Without another word, she walked onto the set, took Tom’s face in her hands, and then kissed him solidly on the mouth.
“Now let me get the camera, darling,” Marcel said, laughing as he trotted after her. “We wouldn’t want to miss a first kiss.”
Luckily for him, the two were still embracing as he began to click away, and he had to ask them to step back for a moment to get the lighting right. Susanna gasped slightly as she looked up, her body now ready for what it expected to happen next.
“Susanna why don’t you lie down on the couch facing the camera. Keep the dressing gown, but don’t worry too much about holding it closed.”
She stepped around the settee, and slowly sat down, never looking away from the camera in front of her. Languidly, she raised one leg up onto the soft fabric while leaving the other on the floor. The gown slid open as she leaned her head back onto the pillow. Tom stood directly behind her as he gently combed her hair with an outstretched hand.
“That’s perfect,” Marcel said, moving closer as he photographed them.
Susana found herself sliding her left hand up the young man’s pants until she felt the presence of his excitement. Her nails grazed him as she caressed him through his pants, and she realized what Marcel had meant about his other talents. The boy was more than large. And as she began to touch him more and more firmly, she felt him twitch through the pants with delicious anticipation.
As she looked at the camera, Susanna studied the man behind it to see if she might discover some hidden emotion. Did he display no jealousy at all? She was caressing his assistant in a rather intimate way, but all Marcel did was click away. It was possible she would have to work harder if she were to get a rise out of both men.
When Tom reached down and cupped a breast, Susanna lay back once more, imitating his casual touch. Looking back at the camera, she only heard Tom undo his pants, and she left her hand where it was as she stared into the dark lens. Marcel smiled at her and she never once looked away from him.
Even as she took Tom into her hand, and began to slowly stroke him to fullness.
Once he was so hard Susanna thought she might injure herself, she looked into the camera with as much intensity as she could before turning away, and opening her mouth on his beautiful prick. He didn’t move a muscle as she took more and more of him, and Marcel practically knelt on the couch as he snapped photos.
Almost absentmindedly, Susanna’s right hand slide between her legs as she continued her work, and she felt herself in greater and greater need with each passing second. As her hand moved faster, she took more and more of the man into her throat until finally she was forced to come up for a deep gasp of air. She looked up into Tom’s eyes and smiled at him, her other hand bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
“Beautiful,” Marcel said, stepping back as Tom leaned down to kiss her once more.
“It may be nice to see, but if I don’t have this inside me in the next ten seconds, I’m going to lose my mind.”
Susanna wasn’t sure if it was the boy, the photographer, or the fact that she had only been with her husband in the last two months which so compelled her, but she was practically desperate. It was a familiar sensation even if one she hadn’t felt in a long time, and the more she thought about it the more excited she became. And since the young man required no conversation, no seduction, and no comforting words of appreciation, it was all the more enticing.
“Are you sure?” Marcel asked, licking his lips as she opened her legs further.
“Completely,” Susanna said. “Desperately even.”
“Tom, come around,” Marcel said, directing the young man to sit on the couch. His shirt was still on as were his pants, but they were open enough for his considerable weapon to stand up straight. It was thick and hard, and all three of them stared at him before Susanna stood.
“Step behind him for a moment and close the robe.”
She did as instructed, but it was only the thrill of delayed gratification which let her leave him. She tightened the robe and rested her hands gently on the young man’s shoulders. The image was odd but beautiful and she wondered what it must look like from the camera’s perspective.
“Stand up straight and this time drop the robe behind you.”
Susanna felt a shiver of excitement slide through her as she lost the hint of clothing.
“Tom, touch yourself as she stands behind you like a stern governess looking down at her willful charge.”
He did as he was told, and his motions were long and slow as he moved his hand up and down his considerable length. It was quite a beautiful sight all around.
“Now slowly walk around the couch without letting go of his shoulder. Face me the entire time until you’re standing directly in front of him. And then, if you’re willing, slowly lower yourself to his lap, never looking away.”
“Willing? I’ve asked ten times!” She joked, before putting on her most seductive face. And then, ever so slowly, she moved around the settee, gazing into the lens as she finally stood naked in front of the young man. And then, as if in a dream, she parted her legs, and slowly sat down upon him. Just before her weight rested on his thighs, she reached back, took him in hand, and guided him into her.
“Yes!” she cried out feeling him enter her in one fluid motion. There was an unexpected rush of pain as he opened her, but still looking at the camera she was determined not to show it. Leaning forward so she could take all of him, she settled down against him with her back to the man. He reached around her to cup her breasts once more, but she hardly noticed.
She was getting fucked by the largest cock she had felt in ages, and another incredibly handsome man was taking picture after picture of their merging bodies. Nicholas was definitely going to be surprised, she thought, wondering how turned on he would become seeing her so fully invaded.
He moved with her after a while and Susanna began to touch herself as she leaned back and felt him penetrate her again and again. The photos would be more than explicit she thought, but it didn’t matter. With her legs open, and his mouth on her neck as they fucked, nothing mattered at all. And when Marcel moved between her legs with the camera practically touching her, she began to come.
“Don’t stop,” she cried, kissing the boy as she twisted her back. She held him by the hair as she continued to rub her clitoris, and she didn’t stop sliding up and down his massive cock while her body gave way to waves and waves of pleasure. Tom held her hips tightly as he continued to thrust up, and as she began to shake and clench around him, she heard him too begin to moan his release.
And all the while, Marcel moved in and out, snapping photos of the young man and woman as they let go with every bit of desire they had in them. Susanna leaned back for one last kiss as she felt him erupt within her and she wished it might never stop. She was stretched open to the point where pleasure met pain, and she was coming harder than she had in far too long.
When she finally leaned forward so she might take even more of him, she let out a loud scream before nearly collapsing onto the floor. It was only Tom’s hands which held her to him, his cock still buried with her even as their mess coated his thighs as it ran from her body. When she finally sat up enough for him to leave her, it was to sit one more, this time with his still hard member against her swollen lips.
Marcel took four more photos before finally putting the camera down, walking to the couch, leaning in, and kissing Susanna fully on the mouth for no less than two minutes.
“That was incredible,” he said, finally letting go of her.
Tom made a sound like a moan, and Susann laughed as she moved off his body, letting him regain control of his legs. He blushed as he looked up at both of them, but still, he said nothing. Susanna collapsed against the side of the couch and held a hand out with a pleading grin.
A moment later, Marcel returned with a cigarette which he placed between her fingers and then lit. She pulled the warm smoke into her mouth as she looked up at the black ceiling.
“So, I realize that I’m new at this, but is that what a typical modeling session is like? Do you call Twiggy in, lay her down on the touch and then set your assistant on her?”
“Well you know Twiggy,” Marcel said with a laugh, falling to the floor in front of the couch.
“Of course I don’t,” Susann said, draping one hand over his shoulder. “But that was delightful. All joking aside, it was the nicest morning I’ve had since Easter. Thank you. Both of you.”
Tom was dressed once more and was moving a few things back by the cameras. He blew her a kiss though and she felt a hint of relief hit her. There had been a few moments when she worried he might not be the most willing companion. In fact, she had been so caught up in the tableaus, she hadn’t given much thought to the man at all.
“I suspect we got a few good shots.”
“I’m sure I’ll see them on the cover of Women’s Wear Daily next week. Especially those last few. They’ll be a huge hit.”
“Sexy and funny, I’m not sure what to do with you.”
“Well, you seemed happy to let someone else do the heavy lifting.”
“Well my darling, it would unprofessional for me to sleep with a model, now wouldn’t it?”
“After what we just did, I don’t think the word has any meaning at all. And if you don’t sleep with me the next time I see you, I’ll never come back.”
“And what makes you think I want you to come back?”
“Oh I don’t know,” Susanna said, lighting another cigarette. “Maybe it’s my beauty or my charm. It could be my sense of humor, or it could be my perfect breasts. But I suspect that bulge in your pants is what gave it away.”
“Another date then?” he asked, looking up and taking her hand.
“I’ll have to check my calendar. Have your girl give my girl a call and we’ll figure something out. But now, I have to say, I am positively famished. And I think there’s a diner with my name on it not too far away.”
And with that, Susanna got up, got into her dress, blew both men kisses, and found her way back to the elevator. From there, she rode the elevator down without a thought for the grumpy old man inside it and stepped out onto the street.
It had been a perfect morning.
Well, almost.