Belle Calendar Shoot 2010

 


The marketing department having finally persuaded you to do a calendar for the new year... sure to sell in vast numbers... by getting the famous photographer Sir Grant Maxwell... a forty-year veteran of everything from glamour to war photography... and certainly more trustworthy than any other photographer you've worked with... his shots selling for thousands...

Blue Belle checked the man out personally and had Sara scan him to confirm his identity before entering the studio... Belle having been tricked by shady photographers too many times before to let that happen again... but understanding the need for a successful calendar... particularly this year... with DDSTV winning no awards... and the stockholders getting nervous...

Sir Grant smiling and offering a hand... his assistant a beautiful woman in her mid-twenties... fetching you tea as her boss explains the process... "I'm one of the last photographers to use old-style negatives instead of digital... people scoff, but I can't work any other way... now, your marketing people want something very glamorous... risque, in fact... even some nude shots... but what do you want?"

Blue Belle smiles... takes his hand... and curtsies... laughing as she does... "Aren't you charming... I doubt there are many men who could get me to do that... I want the calendar to be successful... that's why you're here... I personally think a bit of mystery might be better than blatant nudity... if we do a nude I'd like my private bits somehow covered in the shot..."

Sir Grant nodding... "I quite agree... showcasing beautiful women is a passion of mine, and I don't need a marketing department to tell me what makes an enticing photo... this is the first glamour work I've done in over a decade, and I certainly don't intend to be less than brilliant... and I understand you've not posed in some time yourself... these will be highly valuable photos..."

Blue Belle nods self-consciously... "No I haven't... I had a couple of bad experiences... and the DDSTV calendar has suffered for it... do you intend to go for pure glamour... or do you think we should include a peril element... as many of our viewers have come to expect... perhaps a mix..." she smiles... "I am your clay... shape your vision..."

Sir Grant laughing... "Well, we'll start with pure glamour... and then we'll see if we can do a couple of peril shots... I'm not one for building big contraptions, but I do have some sets we could use... did you bring any particular outfits, or shall I dress you?" He sips his tea with an easy smile... as the assistant fidgets nervously...

Blue Belle is a tad unnerved by Sir Grant herself... her tongue tripping... "Well I have my usual costumes... a couple of swimsuits... some lingerie... a business suit..." shrugging... "But why don't you dress me so I can see what you have in mind..." removing her robe... a blank canvas beneath...

Sir Grant running his eyes over you... "Mmmm... very nice..." Moving to a nearby walk-in cupboard... sorting through thousands of items of lingerie... "Something in blue, of course... and your size... hmmm..." Smiling as he emerges with something light blue and dotted with tiny sapphires... a babydoll nightie... with stockings and garters and a lace thong... "Put that on and we'll see how it hangs on those curves..."

Blue Belle smiles and lifts the nightie overhead... lifting her ample breasts as she does... breasts that point excitedly as the filmy blue fabric settles... draping still wobbling melon-sized egg-shapes... Belle pulling on the thong... sitting to pull on the stockings... slowly unrolling them along her athletic legs...

Sir Grant watching... eyes exploring your curves... "That body does most of the work for me... this will be the crowning glory of my career... this way..." Heading to the studio... a vanity table set up next to a roaring fire... "Sit on the stool... and lift your hands up to fix your hair back..."

Blue Belle nods and perches on the stool... flickering natural light dancing across ever-shifting shimmering fabric... too thin to completely conceal what lies beneath... as it pushes outward in response to the raising of arms... to twists and bind her mane of fiery hair into a bun more befitting her age and disposition... "Something like this?"

Sir Grant nodding... setting up the camera to take a couple of shots... capturing you and your reflection... showing your bountiful breasts off from another angle... "Ye-es... but arch your back more... now look down... demure... yes, perfect..." Capturing the shot... soft firelight showing off your body to perfection... the assistant glancing at the camera as it records the priceless image...

Blue Belle looks down thoughtfully... almost pouting at first... then the faintest curling of a smile coming to the corners of her mouth as she arches her back... then looking up... eyes widening... making an o-shape with her lips... as if caught by surprise... one loose strand of hair sweeping across her face... though not enough to veil her beauty...

Sir Grant clicking the shutter again and again... "Excellent... now... lift up your leg and peel off your stocking... work it down your thigh... I want a come-to-bed expression... invite the viewer to take you... claim you... ravage you..." His voice hoarse and urgent... as if taking you himself... but all his attention remains on the viewfinder...

Blue Belle looks to the assistant... "Would you mind handing me my reading glasses, Miss..." taking them with a smile... wearing them halfway down her nose... looking over the tops... just the tease of a dimple in her cheek as she looks up over the top of the glasses... around the shape of a raised leg... as she slowly rolls the stocking past the knee...

The camera continuing to click... and flash... "Excellent... perfect... I think we're almost done here... a couple more shots and then I'll ask you to change and we'll try something else... maybe something perilous..."

Blue Belle does as told... giving a wink and a coy smile for the last shot of the set... before going to change... into metallic blue... though this bikini has very little of it... donning a mask which she wears pushed back like a hair bow... carrying a speargun prop... "Why don't I just raise the gun as if aiming it at something menacing me?"

Sir Grant nodding... leading you towards a shallow water tank against a realistic backdrop of a beach... "Get nice and wet and then try that pose... I think I might be able to improve it a little..." Setting up the camera as the light duplicate a sunset...

Blue Belle follows instructions... getting on her knees... splashing water on herself... then dunking her head... throwing water everywhere as she raises up and throws her hair back... pushing the mask back up into place... raising the speargun and feigning something like surprise... "What do you think?"

Sir Grant clicking the camera a few times... "Good... excellent... now, hold still..." Nodding to his assistant... who presses a button... three tentacles rising out of the water... like that of some massive octopus... "I commissioned a special effects team to build these... they should take your weight... I can position them by remote control..." One hovering around you... slowly coiling just below your breasts... pinning your arms... "How's that? Not too tight?"

Blue Belle gasps... struggling to hold on to the spear gun... her expression suddenly one of pure distress... punctuated by furrowed brows... "What in the he... ungh... err... I can't breathe... please... help..." this claim despite the rising of her breasts as the Cthulhian prosthesis tightens...

Sir Grant clicking once or twice... loosening the tentacle enough for you to breathe... "Try that... now, lets put these other tentacles to work..." One moving to wrap around your ankles... the contraption holding you up as the third rises menacingly over your face...

Blue Belle attempts to raise the speargun... the shadow of a tentacle falling across her features... the terror on her face very real... as for the whole of this shoot... she fears she is about to fall on her glistening wet ass at any second... not trusting the mechanical tentacles one little bit...

Sir Grant settling you down.... the tentacles retracting... then one moving up to slither under the strap of the bikini top... the other sliding under the bikini bottom... "Okay... one more... wrists up above your head, so the last tentacle can grab hold of them..."

Blue Belle eyes him... "Are you sure about this? No tricks!" adopting the requested pose... feeling more than a little apprehensive about leaving herself defenseless... the speargun on the floor at her feet... as the tentacle presses her raised wrists together... and she feigns to writhe... her bikini coming askew...

Sir Grant smiling... as one tentacle writhes across your chest... hiding an exposed nipple even as it pushes one bikini cup down... the other tentacle doing the same below... suggesting a fate worse than death at the hands of an undersea creature... your natural fear and shock at the cold, slimy touch of the mechanical horror translating to film perfectly...

Blue Belle finds herself in an even more suggestive pose than an artist nude... Sir Grant clicking away... Belle writhing for all the world as if about to be tentacle raped... already wondering in the back of her mind if the censors will allow a shot like this in the calendar... though the website can most likely get away with it...

Sir Grant true to his word... no nudity... but at the same time far naughtier than anything you've done before... you can't help but blush and cover yourself as the tentacles retract back into the water... "That effect has more than paid for itself... these negatives would be worth millions on the open market..." The assistant smiling at that... and drawing a pistol from her handbag...

Blue Belle is too busy pulling her bikini back into place to notice the gun at first... gulping as she becomes aware of it... trying not to let her alarm show... while trying to determine of Sir Grant is involved in this... or if the assistant is on her own... Belle unable to hide the gooseflesh that comes with her shiver...

Sir Grant taking the opportunity to get a shot of this real-life reaction... even as he frowns at his assistant... "What's the meaning of this, young lady..." The girl smirks... "You should check resumes more carefully, Sir Grant... I'm not a photography student... I'm a master thief known internationally as 'The Magpie'... and those negatives are my latest acquisition... hand them over or you and Blue Bimbo get it..."

Blue Belle feels the veins on her neck pop out as the girl with the gun calls her a bimbo... unable to control the resulting rage... blurting out... "Who are you calling a bimbo? You're finished as a thief, Maggot!" Belle stomping her foot in rage... hitting the speargun... whether or not by accident no one could possibly know...

The spear shooting out... the Magpie gasping as it jams in the barrel of her gun... knocking it out her hand and rendering it useless... a one in a million shot... "Damn it... well, I'll be back... and I'll have those negatives... you'll see..." Making a run for the door... Sir Grant blinking as she makes her escape... "Well, I don't know about you, but I need a cup of tea after that..."

Blue Belle narrows her eyes at Sir Grant... taking a deep breath... speaking softly... but with an edge... "You need more than tea... Mister... you need a job... because after that little episode... you're fired!" and without further ado she stomps out of the studio...

(Jan 2010)