Before we get into some action, allow me to introduce myself. I am Pratap, a popular photographer in Tamil film industry. Most new aspirants wait in line to get their portfolios done by me, and many directors swear by my name when it comes to still photography. I have had quite a few exciting experiences, which I would really be glad to share with all of you. But there is one particular incident that I want to narrate in detail here, because it got me really excited a lot. I was back from an outdoor assignment just that morning and hardly had had an hour's sleep when I received the call. It was from actress Sneha's manager, and he wanted me to get some stills of her done that day itself, and said it was urgent. I swore to myself and regretted for getting into this profession, which never even allows me to get proper sleep. But I did not want to let this opportunity slip away, because Sneha was one of my favorite babes, and was a real professional in front of the camera. I had done some assignments with her, but they were all movie stills and there never was a chance to do an individual photo shoot.

It took me an hour to get ready and reach her house. I had explained her manager that it would not be possible for me to get all my equipment and crew ready for the shoot in such a short notice, but he had told me that she trusts in my ability to get immaculate pictures with just the camera and no other equipment or extra lighting. That flattery got me going and I rushed as fast as I could, wearing my favorite cargo pants and shirt. When I reached her house, there was no one else except her dog to greet me at the door. The security guy was there of course, and he had instructions to let me in through the gate, and there was a good 30 feet distance that I had to cross before I reached her door. The huge German shepherd was furiously eyeing my thighs, and I was scared if I might lose a few kilos of flesh that day. That was when I heard her sweet voice screaming, "Pratap! go away".

I started to wonder why she had called me to her house in the first place if she wanted me to go away. When the dog quickly moved aside and ran to its huge dog house, I suddenly realized that the dog and I shared the same name. I looked up and saw her standing in the balcony at the first floor. She was wearing a short skirt and t-shirt, and I was standing in a very enviable position from where I could clearly get a view of her milky thighs. I tried hard to look beyond, but even before I could get a glimpse of anything else, she called, "Please come in sir", and disappeared into her room. I heaved a big sigh cursing my luck not being enough, and walked towards her door. It was almost 10 o' clock in the morning already, and my mind was quickly calculating. She did not look properly dressed for a photo session, and had no make up on. It might take an hour or so for her to get ready. I was afraid of the sun going to the top, which may not be an ideal setting for an outdoor session. I have to only shoot indoors, but I was without any proper lighting equipment. It was going to be a real challenge to get some nice photographs, and I have the faintest idea of what was the theme she had in her mind. I was completely engrossed in my thoughts when the door opened and she appeared in front of me with her lovely smile.

"Welcome, please come in"

I stepped in behind her and she led me to her living room. The plush leather sofa looked very inviting, and suddenly I realized that I have not had enough sleep. I sighed unconsciously again.

"Did you say something?" she turned around and asked. I shook my head.

"You look tired. Have you had anything to eat?"

"Oh sure, I just finished my breakfast and came" I lied.

"I have not eaten yet, and there is no one home. Please come and have some sweet at least" she led me to the dining room and that was when I noticed her swaying ass. How foolish of me to have been looking at the sofa a few seconds ago! I was sure those buttocks would feel a lot softer than her sofa. She suddenly stopped and turned. "Oh, I am so sorry. I am realizing my mistake only now. Your name is also Pratap, right? I was scolding my dog and did not realize it at that time"

"You did confuse me a lot at that time, Madame. I was almost about to turn and go away" I said, and she started to laugh again. I have to remind the readers that Sneha has one of the sweetest smiles ever to have been witnessed in Indian film industry. The opportunity to watch it from close quarters doesn't occur to one every day, and I decided to make the most out of it, and made a mental note to make her smile a lot that day. We sat opposite to each other in the dining table and she kept a big plate of sweets in front of me. I was startled to see her helping herself with two small chapattis and some salad.

"Madame, it looks as if I am having a big breakfast and you are having some snacks" my comment made her giggles rolling again.

"Please don't call me Madame Mr. Pratap, call me Sneha. You are making me feel old and you shouldn't be" she giggled again.

"I will if you do not call me mister. I do not want to think of me as old either"

"But actually how old are you?" she asked.

"28 next months" I lied again. A sexy woman's presence makes a man swim in a puddle of lies. I was 32 already.

"And may I ask you your age if you do not mind? I will not tell anyone" I lowered my voice acting dramatically.

"You are sure you will not tell anyone?"

"Oh I am sure I won't, I swear"

"OK" She brought her face closer, acting dramatically as she did. She whispered "I am 16" and started giggling again. I really could not control my laughter, and had a hearty laugh. That small conversation broke all mental barriers between us both, and soon we were joking and pulling each other's legs, and then I changed my voice businesslike.

"What is all this sudden rush for a photo shoot Sneha? You did not even let me bring my crew and equipment"

"Oh that! I will tell you something but you should not tell anyone"

"There you go! Here is another secret of yours I need to keep apart from your real age" I shook my head in false dismay.

"No this is a real secret you need to keep to yourself. I have got an offer from a top Hollywood production company, and that is why I have called you"

Suddenly I thought I understood why the house is empty and why she called me alone. She probably wants to show some skin to impress the white guys. She had covered herself well so far in the industry, and people may not approve of her showing too much skin in Hollywood. Does that mean I am going to see a lot of her today? Today is just my luckiest day, I thought.

"Actually", she said, as if reading my mind, "This offer may work or it may not. If it doesn't, then people may laugh at me for not succeeding in my venture. People may make so much fuss about me getting an offer from Hollywood, and many will start to pray for me to get rejected. That is why I want to keep it a secret. If I get rejected, you will be one of the very few to know"

"But Sneha" I protested, "if you are getting an offer from Hollywood, don't you have to send them professional pictures? Do you really think you will get top class pictures with no proper lighting or costume?"

She winked her eyes and said with a sheepish smile "Actually, there will be less of both things you mentioned"

My heart started to pound. I was getting excited about many things. Sneha is a photographer's dream come true. She had a lovely smile, a curvy body, and she was a professional in front of the camera. She knew exactly where to look and how to have her head tilted. She always exactly knew by the angle of the camera how the camera is going to capture her, and how much of her body is going to show in each snap.

It is the hobby of every photographer in the industry to collect unofficial cleavage shots of top actresses. You can call it professional voyeurism if you like. I have seen photos of almost all top actresses showing abundant skin, usually taken without their knowledge - taken in between shots, or taken from other angles not visible through movie camera's view, or sometimes even when they are getting in or out of their clothes. I have seen nipple slips, boob grabs by heroes, panty peeks, and even a hint of pussy hair. Such pics rarely come out in the open because it would be very easy to trace the photographer. But we do share those pics among us. But I had never seen a single such shot of Sneha. I did see one picture of her cleavage on the internet where she was bending down to serve food to someone on her birthday, but that shot did not do justice to her shapely boobs. It was like a casual glimpse of boob you get everyday at home from your sister or cousin, and not like a show that gives you a hard on. I had often noticed that even when a photographer tries to steal a cleavage shot without her knowledge, she would cover it up in no time. She was always particular about not giving too much exposure. Many photographers had tried to get a good view of her body and none had succeeded