Ivan ended up emailing me a contract for my photography services. I thought that he must have made a mistake. This contract was not at all what I expected. It indicated I would be paid even more than the first job! Also, they were offering a sponsorship following the completion of the contract so I could pursue my dream of studying wild beaver in the wild. This sponsorship was also renewable. Wow! All I could think of was how much money I would be making. I never really read the fine print. Who reads that stuff? I immediately signed it and sent it back. All my financial anxieties disappeared.
In a perfect world, I am sure most people would be quite happy at this point. It just wasn’t that way for me. I had been affected by my time in the hotel room and the events that transpired and what I had witnessed and what I had photographed. I couldn’t help, but replay it again and again in head. All that flesh and smells and moans… Even though I had sent all the pics to Ivan, I still had copies on my computer. I would not look at them. However, there were times when I considered deleting them all. I even highlighted the pics for deletion, but stopped myself before I actually hit delete. Sometimes I would be on my couch and find myself looking over at my computer … and I would imagine it talking asking me to come over and take a peek.
I thought if I just kept busy, I would be able to ignore whatever it was that I was trying to ignore. Sitting at my desk in photography class, I found my mind wandering. How could I look at my camera the same way again knowing it was the capturer of such images? These types of questions rolled around in my thoughts. How could I look at things from a photographic perspective when I was thinking about other things? My teacher touched my arm and asked if I was okay? Yeah. Sure. I looked at her and she was naked. And she asked if I was sure I was okay? She then got on my desk and spread her legs saying take your time. I looked around the class and all the women were naked and posing. Are you okay? It was my teacher and I looked at her and she was dressed. The entire class was staring at me. I think I am coming down with something so I politely excused myself.
Later, I went to work at the pizzeria. Surely, I could lose my thoughts in my delivery job. There was always a lot to do and generally the time went fast. But it happened again. I started seeing some of the female workers naked and wishing I had my camera. I wanted to photograph them while they took orders, or put toppings on pizzas, or when they were putting pizzas in the oven. They were even covered in flour and pizza sauce and they would stare at me while they wore sunglasses. That was strange. And then someone would snap me out of it and say I had a delivery. What was wrong with me?
I was at the supermarket pushing my cart through the produce section and it happened again. Female employees were naked either putting out produce or stocking shelves while they bent down. And helping them was Aurora, Piper, and Josie putting out produce. Piper was putting out melons. Aurora had a seedless cucumber. Josie was eating a banana. And then Aurora was helping Piper with her melons and Josie was holding onto Aurora’s cucumber and then they all started sharing the banana! And they just looked at me and smiled and I didn’t have my camera.
During this time, I didn’t sleep much. I just couldn’t turn off my brain like I could turn off my computer. It was impossible. Thoughts and images. Thoughts and images. I would be awake all night watching movies. I stayed up until I passed out from exhaustion. I used to think about things I would like to photograph for class and trying to capture the perfect images. They didn’t seem to matter anymore. One thing that did help was my ongoing obsession with photographing wild beaver in the wild. It brought me back to reality over and over. Thinking about their wet fur and how they groomed themselves with their tongues and nibbled on sticks. Yes, they gave me mental stability.
I later received an email with basic instructions for my next shoot with Aurora, Piper, and Josie. It was the first time he referred to them as the Diamond Club Experiment or DICE. I had no clue what that meant. He even mentioned StarDreamers. Some sort of dating website. I wasn’t into online dating. Honestly, I really didn’t care about this stuff. But hey, I was getting paid to shoot photos and I was mainly concerned about doing just that. Ivan asked me to pick up the ladies, or DICE, at the Mansion and he gave me the address. The theme of the photo shoot was baseball. I was to take them to a ball diamond and take photos of them in different poses with baseballs, bats, and gloves while in uniform. It actually didn’t sound all that bad. Unlike… well, the first shoot. And it was outdoors. I love the outdoors.
I drove over to the address in my Chevy Nova. I was a little embarrassed not knowing how they would react to my car. It wasn’t the nicest of cars. The property was gated and locked with a speaker system. I buzzed in and Aurora said they would be right down. A short time later, a side gate opened and they all came out dressed like baseball players and piled into the back seat of my car with all their baseball equipment. I have to say they looked nice in their uniforms and baseball hats. Very well put together. Aurora had her sunglasses on and Piper was almost exploding out of her baseball shirt. I could see Josie’s snake tattoo since they weren’t wearing baseball pants, but extremely tight shorts that left nothing to the imagination. There uniforms were red with blue pinstriping and lettering saying Diamonds. Their hats said DICE. They were striking outfits. They all came up and hugged me and said how sorry they were that they didn’t get a chance to say goodbye. It was very awkward for me, but I took it in stride. I just smiled and said I left the hotel room early as I had a prior appointment. What a lame excuse?
Off we went. I had been given a couple secluded baseball diamond locations to choose from just in case one was being used. The first one we went to was completely open and really, in my mind, the baseball diamond was just a perk. It was a warm late Spring day and the sun was shining. The weather was perfect. We all got out and the ladies started tossing a ball around. They seemed to be having a lot of fun so I just started taking pictures. After all, that was my job. It was super funny because they had like no baseball skills at all. It took everything for me not to laugh! They were working up a good sweat running around the field like chickens! Eventually, they did do some poses all sweaty and they were clearly enjoying themselves. Aurora played back catcher while Piper and Josie attempted to hit a ball. It was a public park, but they all did their best to flash as much flesh as they could. Aurora would put her hands in her pants as much as possible. Piper would unbutton her shirt revealing her… bra which was doing everything it could to hold all of her … in. They stuck the baseball bat between their legs. Not individually, but they all sat on it. Aurora, who was shorter, was stuck in the middle and Piper and Josie pinned her between them. Clearly, Aurora’s feet were off the ground while she sat on the bat. They were grinding on that bat. I just kept taking photos.
They then asked if I knew a more secluded place where they could go to, in their words, to relax more in the sun. I was somewhat skeptical at what they meant by “relax more”. But nevertheless, I admitted that I knew a couple locations where they could “relax more”. I had already seen them “relax more”. But while we were driving, the girls noticed and ice cream shop and said they would really like to cool off with some cool ice cream. Who was I to say no? Maybe they do just want to enjoy the sun while eating some cool ice cream. They each purchased very large soft vanilla ice cream cones and hopped back into the car. Great. They were content. It was almost like chauffeuring a pack of ravenous dogs. As I drove, I could hear them licking their cones and laughing. In my mind, I wanted to get to my secluded location as fast as possible so I could get pics of them enjoying their cool vanilla soft ice cream cones. I could smell vanilla. Vanilla ice cream. We arrived at my spot. No one was around and it was a quiet glade well off any main road.
I turned around to look at the disaster in my back seat. They were covered in melted vanilla ice cream. They were licking and laughing smearing ice cream on themselves. I grabbed my camera and opened the back seat door and started taking more photos. The uniforms were stained with melted ice cream. But soon the only part of their uniforms that remained on were their hats that said DICE. Like paint brushes they used their ice cream cones on each other and then they would attempt to lick where they painted. The ice cream was on their faces, and arms, and legs, and between their legs… and on the backseat of my car. Their tongues were on their faces, and arms, and legs, and between their legs. And it seemed like as much as the cool, soft vanilla ice cream melted they never ran out. It was like an endless supply of vanilla ice cream dripping off of them into my car. It soon started to dry on their skin becoming sticky and the more sticky it became the more they licked. I just kept snapping my camera. Again, my camera was my protection. Or my disconnection from what I was seeing. Like the hotel room, at a certain point they seemed unaware of my presence. Licking and rubbing and moaning and flesh… pink and tanned, sticky white flesh. Reality came back as I realized this could very well be illegal being in a public, but very secluded place. I started to worry a bit, even as I kept snapping, that someone would see… other than me!
They told me they were finished and asked if I had enough photos. I was good. I got back in the car and headed back to the Mansion. They were still kissing and laughing in the back seat and every now and then someone would let out a short squeal or moan. I hoped they were getting their clothes on if they could. I mean being covered in sticky, not so cool now, melted vanilla ice cream, I could only imagine would be a challenge. I eventually made it back to the Mansion without being pulled over by law enforcement. Thank God!
How would I explain my passengers OR what I was even doing? Well Officer, I was taking photos while these young ladies were eating cool, soft, vanilla ice cream cones. What? Why are they naked? I never noticed Officer. Wow, they are naked. Yes, that would go over very well.
Anyway, we arrived. They hopped out and had their shirts back on. Their shorts they carried with them. Just off the road, their naked bottoms glistened with sticky white melted vanilla ice cream. Each one gave me a hug and thanked me for a great day. This was even more awkward than when they greeted me FULLY clothed. And then they quickly escaped back through the side door leaving me a little sticky as well. I looked briefly into the backseat of my Chevy Nova. It was a disaster. The seats were covered in melted vanilla ice cream. The ice cream cones were still there dripping. Baseball gloves and the bat and ball were left behind and they too looked sticky. Oh well, the day was done.
I got back into my car and drove home. The smell of vanilla ice cream was strong. It was all I could think about. That smell. I looked in the rear view mirror half expecting the ladies would still be there doing … their thing. I noticed something in the back window. I only noticed it because there isn’t usually anything there. It bugged me the whole way home. And when I finally arrived home, I discovered what exactly it was. It was a pair of white panties. I quickly shoved them in my pocket and looked around hoping no one had seem me shoving a pair of white panties into my pocket.
In my apartment, I dropped my camera bag and sat on my couch. Okay, so I had a pair of white panties in my pocket. So, they belonged to someone… not someone, but one of the women. Okay, so they didn’t just belong to someone, they belonged to Aurora. I should know! She was the only one wearing white panties! I sat there. What should I do? She is going to be missing them, right? I pulled them out of my pocket and oddly I had this feeling like I was Indiana Jones and these panties were like some relic from the Temple of Doom. They seemed smaller than I would have imagined for Aurora. They were trimmed with lace and they were not sticky with melted vanilla ice cream so, obviously she must have removed them prior to all the ice cream licking and melting. There was also this faint yellowish thin stain on the inside. I swallowed. And then I brought them to my nose. I don’t even know why. I smelled them.
My phone rang! Jesus! I actually jumped like I had my hand in the cookie jar and my Mom yelling JACOB!
I answered my phone. I thought maybe it was Aurora looking for her panties. But it was Ivan. I had my phone in one hand and Aurora’s panties in the other.
I heard Ivan say the ladies were slightly upset. What? What do you mean? I thought everything went well. Ivan said that I didn’t help them clean up. Clean up what? That’s all they said. Ivan said part of the contract was to help them clean up and you just dropped them off without helping them clean up. They were not upset, just a little disappointed. Ivan said other than that, they said they had a really good time with you. Just make sure you help them clean up next time and make sure they are happy. I said sure and I apologized. I would send the photos to him as soon as possible.
I hung up and sat on the couch with my phone in one hand and Aurora’s panties in the other.
Clean up what???
I looked at Aurora’s white lace panties with that faint yellowish thin stain. And brought them up to my nose. I closed my eyes and inhaled through my nose. There was a smell…
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