Work Those Handcuffs, Model [Marguerite & Adonis]
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				Title: <strong>Work Those Handcuffs, Model [Marguerite &amp; Adonis]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 02:24:23</strong>
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				"Who is on my fucking schedule for today?," Sonya Wentworth (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1f/Emmanuellevaugierge9.jpg) asked her assistant before she glanced threw the photographs of last week's model. The model in the photograph had complained way too much and even tried to get her pay for his lunch because he had to stay an hour later for the shoot. The nerve of some faux models in this industry. For one, the model came two hours late to the shoot and she had to ream him a new asshole with her words along with his agent promising to pay for the two extra hours before she let him back on stage. Another point, this idiot was a model barely starting out in the industry. On top of it all, the damn model tried to get her to pay only because he wasted the allowance his agency gave to him on partying the night before. How did she know he had been drinking and slumming with women? It showed in his pictures. The man looked bloated, tired and rung out as if he rushed from the latest one night stand to try and get away before the female's boyfriend came home from the night shift.<br><br>Oh she let him have it on the way he looked and presented himself to the public and through her images. She left no stone unturned when it came to her comments because it was her comments which helped to get her point across to the models and get a better outlook on herself. Yes, she made a few female models cry and yes she even made a couple of male models curse her out and call her the 'bitch from hell' and 'that cunt' but once their photos went out into the world, those models shut their traps around her. For the past five years she worked her way from the bottom of the photograph business starting with bitch girl. As a bitch girl she made sure everyone had their coffee, calls were made, people were booked, drunk ones were ferried to their homes safely. As the years wore on, she worked even harder to have her pictures recognized and taken seriously in the fashion modeling industry. When her break came, then the offers started to roll in and she was the talk of the damn town. <br><br>Now in her own business with an assistant who managed to handle her emotional mood swings life was going great. She had her way on photo shoots and while she was given those infamous nicknames, no one could denounce her work. Her work booked clients by the fact most of the models she shot for used her pictures to be hired for ads, commercials and even a few television and film roles. Sonya never asked how a picture of hers could get a model signed up for a television pilot but considering this was Hollywood, it was likely the model had to do something extra to receive the bit part. However, she wondered how she managed to pick up this new gig for a line of BDSM products. The products were top of the line and the head designer wanted her to be the one to shoot the photographs and have them up on their website to advertise their work and her own. When she took the job, she thought about a few models who would be perfect for the roles but later finding out many of them were booked for other projects, she was given a few names on fresh out of the box models. <br><br>Fresh out of the box models were not top of the line and many thought their Myspace pictures or Model Mayhem photographs were top of the line. Looking through the list of models the only one who looked remotely the right type of individual for the BDSM shoot was an Ian Duston. He had some raw sex appeal but she wondered if he was going to be able to live up to the task and not end up being late. Still, a few days ago, Sonya had her assistant phone Ian's agent and set up a raw photo shoot to see whether his face could potentially be used for the website. A lot was riding on it considering the BDSM line looked top of the line, professional and could be shown around the world. If her business could expand globally, Sonya would be set for the rest of her life. "Mr. Ian Duston has been outside waiting, should I bring him in or make him wait a bit more?," Mallory asked as she played with the lip ring with her fingers. At first, Sonya never knew a little emo/punk rocker singer in a underground band could easily handle working for her but considering Mallory managed to handle hecklers when her band played at the seedy bars, the female could handle herself.<br><br>A nod from her head confirmed she was ready to take the Ian Duston model. From what she heard, the male modeled for a good two years now. Who knew, he might keep his comments to himself and maybe get an extra film out of her if he did not bring up her nicknames. God, how she hated the nicknames but knowing in this business that the harder someone was, the better respect one was given overall. Act like a little sissy and her career could easily fly out the fucking window. She did not look up from her work station but merely pointed to a set up in the corner. For this shoot, she wanted to go with an intense setting. The background was dark gray with red silk sheets on a rented bed she kept when she went into boudoir pictures. "Remove your shirt and jeans but wrap your shirt around your neck," she stated as she removed the cap on her high lens camera.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Work Those Handcuffs, Model [Marguerite &amp; Adonis]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adonis</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 22:36:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y274/Pyronost/Avatars/Ian.jpg)</div> Ian got the call from his agent the day before yesterday about the shoot. Asshole always loved to tell him at the last moment. That's all he seemed to deal with lately was people who treated him like a cut of meat. It was fucking degrading, but he put himself through it nonetheless, knowing that it was just about the only way to claw his way to the top.<br><br>He'd dealt with some of the camera wielding diva's&nbsp; before, but from what he'd heard, this one was borderline sadistic in the way she treated she treated her models. However, Ian was not always so quick to judge, and took the hearsay with a grain of salt. He intended to do exactly what was asked of him, with the least amount of bitching. He would do whatever it took, within reason to please this woman, and her camera. <br><br>Ian was brought into the shoot by a woman with a lip ring. He wasn't given a whole lot of specifics about the actual shoot itself, beyond that, the only thing that he knew was that the shoot might require nudity. He didn't really have a problem with that, as he'd nothing to hide from anyone. Ian had done nude photo shoots in the past, and while he was a bit bashful at first, it soon passed, and now they didn't bother him for the most part. Photographers were professional, and so was he. He'd made sure he was neatly shaven below the waist, and would do what he came to do.<br><br>He nodded at the woman, and set down his two bottles of water onto a stool that was offset, before doing as she asked. "Boxers on or off?" he wanted to know, getting straight down to business. There was nothing personal about this for him in the slightest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Work Those Handcuffs, Model [Marguerite &amp; Adonis]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 22:24:58</strong>
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				"What I would like is to be on a beach somewhere with a hot Cabana boy fanning me and feeding me grapes but I am here close to the New Year with nothing but a good time," Sonya stated as she took a few test shots around him. Sometimes her own comments never made sense to anyone but her assistant and herself. There were times she went without talking too much and merely shot the model up until the end when she had a slew to say about the way he or she did not moved in the right direction. Right now, the guy was not causing too much trouble as evidenced by the bottles of water he brought with him. However, she saw many tricks of the trade in hiding alcohol in the water bottles, especially vodka since the color looked as close to water. Whistling for her assistant to come over, Sonya asked her to take the water bottles away and bring her Avian's without the top removed. "Here are some new waters. I cannot have people not capping their waters the right away and have it spilling all over the place," she commented, frowning as she looked at the pictures showing up on her screen. Yes, he was going to have to go without the boxers.<br><br>Nodding to him, she clicked her tongue, "Off with the boxers and stand against the wall with your ass sticking out like you want someone to spank it." Sonya wanted to get the setting and the texture correct. To some other mediocre photographer, one could easily start taking pictures and moving around but it would only get cheap shots and forgettable concepts. That is not what Sonya was about. It was more than just taking pictures of orgasm-inducing men every other day or even having to put up with bitchy but pretty-looking female models but it was about the point of her pictures getting across to the viewers. Her photos needed to reach out and grab someone by the heart or even by the balls and get their mind running with her image and pass it onto the next person to view. Right now, she hoped to get something out of this Ian fellow who looked more like the boy-next-door than the individual who was going to be wearing bondage gear in the next five minutes. <br><br>From what she heard, he was an up and comer who as far as she knew could need a couple more shots in his portfolio to give him the extra edge. He had it but it needed to be filed down or even made up to be given the 'It' factor to attract more modeling deals. Frowning, she thought about what could help and she looked back to her assistant to bring out the materials for the BDSM shoot. A few of the items were the best the company wanted to be shown in their photographs and one which caught her eye was the gag ball. Ha, perfect bit to use on the models who loved running their mouths off about their vanity or demanding to have more time on their camera time. This was going to work and she looked back to Ian. Holding it out to him, Sonya whistled and smiled at him, "Take this and put it in your mouth. My assistant can either help you get into it but I think you would know how to put. You just have to put the rubber ball into your mouth and clasp the ends of it to the back of your head. Now, can you do that or do I have to do it myself?," she questioned.
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