So it was surprising to hear her talk about posing with fewer clothes in a low light setting, and I could not believe my luck of being the person to click those pictures. But why me? She again seemed to read my mind. She drew herself close to me and whispered "I know I can trust you on this. I have been observing you a lot, and have been told that you can be counted upon. That is why I chose you to do this for me"

Suddenly I realized who could have recommended me to her. It must have been Simran, for whom I had done an exhaustive photo shoot for her private collection. But that is another story which I would tell you some other time. I secretly thanked Simran for this opportunity. Now I was getting restless, eager to move on and go ahead with the shoot.

"So what is on your mind? How do you want this session to be?" I inquired. I tried to act professional as much as I could, but within my mind I was a restless kid.

She looked me directly in the eye. "I have no idea either, honestly. But I think if I tell you the specifications given to me, you would be able to suggest something that would work. I am supposed to give them pictures that make a man's mouth water without being very explicit. I should look very much like an Indian in Indian clothes. It is for a period film in which my role is of a village girl. It is a very high budget movie and my pay is very decent. I cannot make that much money in a whole life's career in south India. That was why I decided to do it. Of course there would be controversies, but I am least bothered. Anyway there are enough controversies already even when I am not doing glamorous roles. I am here to make money and here is one easy way. Who knows, I may get more such offers also from Hollywood if this succeeds"

I was getting impressed. This girl really knows what she wants and would go to any extent to get it. She had been only acting innocent all these days, waiting for a big opportunity. Some actresses come into the industry, show everything they have got, and eventually the fans grow tired of their boobs and thighs. But this one had kept everything under wraps, teasing millions of cocks, leaving everyone to their own imagination. Now there is one big chance and she is going to unwrap. And she trusts me to help her do it. I decided to make her succeed. I decided to make the most out of the situation. I am not going to get to fuck her anyway, so at least I should try to get my hands on her body as much as possible, of course after getting to see as much of her as I could.

"I have always thought you looked gorgeous in sarees, so there is no question about what dress you should wear for this" I remarked, looking directly towards her tight t-shirt, especially at her breasts, which were slowly rising and falling.

She noticed the direction of my gaze, but chose to ignore it. I was going to see more of her anyway.

"What do you think should be the setting for this?" she asked, hoping to shift my attention away from her boobs.

"I would prefer the setting to be outdoors for this, but it is impossible since you are going to show you’re..." I kept looking at her boobs meaningfully.

She shifted in her chair uneasily.

"Are you feeling shy?" I asked.

She nodded.

"That's very good. Keep that shyness boiling that would get your expressions very lively. A shy and innocent girl looks hotter than one with a bitchy attitude. But personally I would like to capture you in both ways" I said.

She simply nodded again, looking at the wall and then at the floor.

"So what about the setting? Do you think an outdoor shoot is possible?" I brought the topic back into discussion. She gave it a few moments of thought. Then slowly she said "I am thinking of something, though I am not sure if it would work out". She got up and said "Please follow me" and led me to her backyard. I was surprised to see a large garden with a reasonably large swimming pool, and a small artificial waterfall at the corner at her backyard. I never knew she had such a nice set up there. The house had huge walls hiding the view for anyone outside, but still I felt it may not be the right setting to capture a village girl.

"This is good, Sneha, but I do not think this will suit the requirement" I showed disappointment in my face.

"Then what do you suggest?" she asked helplessly.

I looked around again and shook my head. Time was running out. I looked up the sky to see how the sun was shining. That was when I noticed her terrace. She followed my gaze and asked "Do you want to see the terrace?" and I nodded affirmatively. She took me back into the house and started climbing the stairs. I followed her closely, observing the way her ass swayed as she walked. Her legs were completely waxed and looked very creamy. Her thighs played hide and seek with me from inside her of flowing midi that seemed shorter now as she had raised it a little bit. I had to struggle to control my hands from getting a hold of her midi and raising it. Being a professional, I could easily picture the shape of her thighs and ass, and how it would look covered by her panty. I started to get a hard on. It seemed a very long climb to the terrace, as it was three floors away. Little beads of perspiration already started to show on my face, due to the climbing, the humidity, the sun, and most of all the little fire that was being kindled inside me.

"It's hot today, don't you think?" she said, and then only I noticed her underarms. They were wet. "Yes it is hot, and it shows on you too" I pointed at her underarms.

Her face reddened at my comment.

"That is a problem with me. My underarms sweat a lot more than others" she defended, and pleaded with her eyes not to talk about that any further.

I decided to play it hard for her a little. "I do not think we have wandered in the sun for too long for you to be sweating so much", I continued, "Your underarms are sweating so much, I think in a few minutes your t-shirt is going to be wet completely".

She looked hurt. I did not mind. I went on. "It may not look good on the pictures if you sweat so much. Maybe I should consider making you wear a sleeveless blouse. But on second thought, village girls do not wear sleeveless blouses. Maybe you should not wear a blouse at all"

She was still contemplating what I said when I surveyed her terrace. It was a big terrace, and was very plain and empty. In a corner, there were some AC units running busily, otherwise the terrace was like a barren wasteland. There was a huge tree next to her house and that formed a wonderful backdrop. A big branch was leaning into the terrace, and my experienced brain immediately told me that this is a perfect setting. But something was wrong. It was the surrounding buildings. There were two big office buildings a little away from her house, and from the windows one can easily see her terrace. I turned around and met her eyes. "This is where I want to shoot your pics" I told bluntly. She looked around and looked at me again. "No Pratap you can't. People can see, and they should not".

I looked at her squarely - "Did I say I am going to make you bare your breasts in broad sunlight?"

Her eyes were questioning me. I enjoyed watching her getting scared and anxious. This dame looks sure hot in every expression. I did not want to make her suffer for a long time, so I filled her in - "I am going to shoot you right here, but under bright moonlight"

She looked very much confused. She kept staring at my face for a long time. Then she looked around her house again.

"I really hope you know what you are doing" she was having a resigned look on her face. Maybe she is regretting calling me in the first place.

Actually, I knew what I was doing. Those two big buildings were both office buildings and so nobody would be there doing the night. Moreover, the night would give her more courage to shed her clothes. I had a long term plan of experimenting some night shots in moonlight, and this was an ideal setting for that.

I explained my reasoning to her and her face came back to its original color. It had been looking rather pale until now. She became cheerful again.

"Does that mean that we have to waste the whole day?” she asked.

"Of course not. There are so many things we need to do. Let's go downstairs", I started to climb down.

"Many things? Like what?" she asked as she followed me.

"Like deciding on what you should be wearing, or rather, deciding what you should be taking off" I went on without looking back.

"Naughty" she playfully tapped my head from behind.

On reaching the ground floor, she asked me to wait and went into the bedroom. I waited, wondering how I am going to exploit the situation without doing any injustice to my profession. In a few minutes, I heard her calling me from her bedroom. I went in and could not control my laughter. She had almost her entire wardrobe out on her bed, and was on her knees, resting both her cheeks on her hands with her elbows on the bed. It was obvious that she could not decide.

"I need your help in choosing the dress" she begged. I went and stood next to her. From the top angle, I was able to get a good view of the cleft of her breasts, which were pushed together by her hands and pushed up by the bed. She was blissfully ignorant of her sexy pose and was seriously looking one by one at the sarees that were piled on her huge bed I looked at all of them. Then I looked at her again.

"I may be in a better position to say if I see you draped in one of these" I said and I really meant it. She looked up and realized that I was looking into her t-shirt. Instinctively she got up and adjusted her dress. Damn!