<div class="floatright">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lz5exwxehO1qzkkkio1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Andria Collins</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Her name was Deidre.  Andria gazed at the photograph, admiring her ethereally blue eyes and smoky black hair as much as had wanted to when taking the shot.  Deidre was a beautiful woman with an amazing smile, sultry eyes, and a body that demanded attention in its most subtle motions.  It had been that twist of her hips, the swell of her breasts, the luscious curve of her rump that wore back Andria's resolve.<br/><br/>Despite the left-leanings of the society she kept, Andria knew she could never live as she was.  Her clients trusted her to be an objective captor of beauty, not another pair of leering eyes.  For decades, Andria had managed to hold back her hungry hands and gaze from the fleshy angels who fluttered passed her lens.  She had been nothing but professional with every client, no matter the job.  It was this professionalism which had made Phoenix Photography the best in the business.  The same could be said for the business she now waited to patronize.<br/><br/>Her anxiousness had made Andria blind to the luxury of the fine hotel.  She couldn't appreciate the smoothness of the champagne, the soft weave of the rugs, the inviting comfort of the bed.  All of her focus lay on anticipating Deidre, the woman whose company she was about to keep.  Though she did not doubt Nicole's discreetness, it was her own boldness she feared would ruin the evening.  It had been far too long since she'd enjoyed a lover's company, Andria grew increasingly concerned she would be too demanding of the woman who was kind enough to entertain her.  Typically, Andria's taste in women sided toward fair, lithe girls whose innocence and loyalty were pure and treasured.  After so long, she didn't trust herself yet to indulge in the fantasy of keeping a girl to win her adoration and complete trust.  A beautiful woman of skill and patience would suffice, and Nicole had promised that in Deirdre.<br/><br/>Andria mussed at her curls again, hoping the stylist's work would last the evening.  Again, she adjusted her stockings and bra, hoping vainly that her escort would find some pleasure in her and not just work.  Andria knew she wasn't a young girl anymore, but she hoped that Deidre would find a woman nearing her forties as worthy of adoration and sexual service as any of her other clients.  She paced the hotel room, wandering with her arms folded from the bath to the bedroom.  When the knock came, Andria nearly gasped in surprise.  She was here!  Andria quickly returned the photograph to her portfolio, shoving the bag and its contents to the corner of the desk.<br/><br/>The door opened with surprising smoothness, and Andria peeked out.  There she was, dressed as finely and glamorously as a movie star or a fashion model.  Wordlessly, Andria stepped aside and invited her in.  She made no offer or order, knowing that a professional of her caliber would move through the motions with an ease worthy of admiration.  Andria knew she was not yet in her own element, and left the establishment of protocol to Deidre instead.  The door closed softly behind the two women, leaving them in the privacy Andria had longed and paid well for.