Bella Silver, as she was known by the magazine's human resource's department was in fact, Isabella DiSilvestri, an up and coming hot shot journalist from New York City.  This gig, though a little embarrassing, was going to put her in the spotlight as a woman who was willing to do anything to get the story, to get the dirt.  Always asking the hard questions, she had a forthright approach that rubbed some people the wrong way but made her the darling of the old style reporters, trusting her word, her stories.<br/><br/>At 5'10" she was definitely tall enough for modeling, her exotic dark looks easily winning her an interview and initial shoot.  Dressed entirely in black lace from her stockings, to her g-string, to the demi bra with its straps wrapped tightly over her wrists and the slip of a robe teasing her thighs she was perfect for this style of photography.  She knew exactly how she looked for while her major in college had been journalism, her minor was photo journalism.  She had the eye.<br/><br/>Raising on  her toes a little more in her black patent leather four inch spike heels, she arched her back as he directed.  Her round full breasts rising to greet the light, her nipples darkened, hard and tight.  Though she was somewhat aroused by this, the room was kept cool, just for that reason.<br/><br/>With a soft sensual smile, her eyes glazing over as she thinks to herself about the night before she left New York for this shoot.  Her lover Haylee's hands on her breasts, sucking them, playing with her clit.  The memory alone brings a soft flush of desire to her cheeks, neck and breasts.  Maybe she could get some copies of these pictures to give to Haylee before they were destroyed?  Yes, she would love that.