A photography session scheduled
On a chilly morning, the university’s photography studio felt even colder than the brisk air outside. Avery arrived early to set up for the next shoot, because Corina felt emboldened to rifle through drawers and cupboards, attempting to occupy herself when made to wait even the shortest of times. The distraction caused by the shuffling and complaining prompted Avery to dedicate Mondays and Wednesdays to sessions with Corina and Maxine. She already developed the first set of prints and liked how they came out. During their last session, Corina and Maxine got a look at them. While Maxine said little about them, Corina was keen to make suggestions on poses, some of which they scheduled for that day. Corina’s others were so far out there that even Avery shied away from going that far. She didn’t want her work to look like a grayscale smut suited to a dirty magazine.
Despite Ren’s concerns about Corina, their collaboration was nothing but professional, though she still tossed innuendos like they were coins in a fountain. Make a wish. Avery did not have any wishes that could be fulfilled by Cornia, nor did she want to give off a vibe that she did. The more time she spent with Corina listening to her sexual ramblings, the more Avery’s confidence rose within her work. Maybe it eased the tension or provided her with the confidence to push the boundaries even further.
The last group of photos was on the table, spread out as she critiqued her work. Avery arranged them in order of which ones she liked the best and made notes on how she might want to dodge and burn more, to manipulate the exposure of select areas on the print, deviating from the rest of the image’s exposure. That was the wonder of developing her own photos, instead of letting a lab do them. She loved having control of the final product.
Based on the suggestions from Corina, their shoot that day would involve more intimate contact. She spent hours visualizing different shots and poses and even created a list of them so it would be a smooth and professional process. In the studio, there were two different areas they would be utilizing. One with a standard black background for those close-up shots; the other was a wing-back armchair, much like the one where she tasted Ren for the first time. It might have been a subliminal homage to Ren’s painting or their night of unbridled sex. Either way, Avery set the chair up where her camera could zoom in, just as Ren’s painting had.
As much as she wanted Ren in that chair, she’d have to make do with the models she had scheduled. Avery finished moving the last softbox light in place. The door to the studio opened, and she twisted to welcome her models, but her eyes widened in surprise at the sight of a battered and bruised Maxine instead of her vivacious model.
Avery rushed toward them, concern etched on her face. “Maxine, what the hell happened to you?”
As Maxine opened her mouth to answer, Corina did so instead. “Her fiancée did this. I wish I had gotten there sooner, before he...”
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