Morgan wrote a few words and then looked up at James again. “What title do you prefer? Top? Dominant?”
“Dominant.”
Morgan nodded as if James’ replies hadn’t surprised him.
“That would make Brandon your bottom or submissive, yes?” Morgan asked and looked up at us.
“Yes,” I answered.
Morgan scribbled some notes and then looked up at us again.
“Are you wanting the photos to just be all skin? Are you looking for some clothing? All images with clothing?”
“Um…” I looked at James.
“We’re both open to nudity if it fits. We’d also like something we can put in a frame in our home,” James replied.
Morgan nodded as he wrote on the notepad.
“I always ask because some people are barely comfortable in front of a camera. Many have trouble being themselves when the camera starts flashing.”
“I’m used to it and know how to turn everything else off when posing,” I blurted out.
Morgan looked up at me.
“Yeah? You’re pretty comfortable in front of the camera?”
“Some, yes. I used to model when I was in middle school and high school.”
Morgan set his pen down and leaned back in his chair.
“No kidding?”
“Nope. I started doing shoe ads. Then I started modeling clothes. I had offers to get into underwear, which is where I kind of wanted to be because of the money. But my mom never would let me.”
“Well, being in high school, that was probably a good move on your mom’s part.”
I shrugged.
“I guess. But she was a model too and did underwear ads when she was still in school.”
Morgan sat up straighter and looked at me as if he was studying me.
“Thankfully, his mother kept him out of underwear ads,” James said.
“Yes.” Morgan’s voice was strained, and he reached for his chest and rubbed at it before he coughed. He reached for his bottle of water and took a long sip and then cleared his throat before speaking. “Sorry about that. You said your mother was a model?”
“Yeah. She went to just about all of my modeling gigs with me. She was such a helicopter mom about the modeling, but not for other stuff.”
“Who was your mom, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Haley Cooper.”
Morgan nodded slightly and cleared his throat. He took a long drink of water, then picked his pen up.
“Okay, so I have you down for a private session but with images that you can put in your home. I have notes on each of your roles in the relationship and that you’re open to nudity.”
“Sounds good,” James said and then squeezed my shoulder. “Anything else, pup?”
