Livia wasn’t quite sure what to expect when she arrived at the villa for the photoshoot. The guy who had booked Livia told her that it would was a class for aspiring glamour photographers. He promised that it was going to be very informal, “There will be about five or six guys there. It’ll be just like a party, but with cameras!”, he’d said. So she’d brought a bottle of bubbly, just like she did whenever she went to a party.
Now that she was there it really did not seem very much like a party. All of the men seemed very nice,. They aged from early twenties to late fifties, but she could tell that none of them had never seen a model in real life before! She was handed a tiny mesh swimsuit and a pair of high heels, and shown into the villa to get changed. It didn’t take long for her to get ready! She walked back out into the sunlight and the photographers were already waiting for her. They started feverishly snapping away before she had even started posing. They moved locations around the villa’s garden in near total silence, other than the whirring noise of cameras and occasional requests for poses in broken English. Livia realised she was going to have to be the one to liven things up.
Livia reached into her bag and pulled out a portable speaker. She connected it to her phone and got her favourite music playing. Then she slowly peeled herself out of the swimsuit until she was completely naked apart from the high heels. She felt the atmosphere change instantly. The air was now full of energy. Energy from the music. Energy from Livia knowing the photographers were capturing every inch of her naked body. And energy from the men standing before her, their deep, approving growls of arousal building by the second. Livia knew that now was time to get out her bottle of Cava and really get the party started!
