What’s with the high-pitched voice? And cute? Seriously?
I do my best to push her away, but my arms are trapped by my sides. I can hear Kyle coughing and I know it’s to try and cover up a laugh.
When she pulls back, she heads straight for him.
“Oh, no, no, no,” I say to her, blocking her attack. “He can’t be touched. He’s… allergic.”
I look over my shoulder at Kyle and grimace. But he goes along with it, thank God. There’s no way a thirty-something stripper is feeling up a high schooler in front of me. Over my dead body.
“Yup, I break out in hives if anyone touches me,” he says to her with a ‘what can you do?’ gesture.
“You poor thing!” she pouts and turns to bring her partner forward. “Anyways, this is Brad, my fiancé.” She drags out the fiancé part while showing us a rock the size of Texas on her finger. “He’s a Scorpio and has a very big head as you can tell.” The woman has the audacity to throw a double wink at me with a big smile on her face.
Gross.
“Right,” I say with a fake smile. “We should get started.”
I take a moment to reiterate what we’ve already discussed as far as pricing goes, as well as how many edited photos they’ll get, telling them they can pay at the end of the session.
“Perfect! And we have cash. Right, Brad?” she asks her fiancé, sweetness lacing her voice while she runs a manicured finger down the side of his cheek.
He grunts in what I can only assume is a yes, so I grab my trusty Canon and direct everyone under the pier for our first backdrop.
I guide them through the first few poses, and they listen to me surprisingly well. I’m an over shooter, so the camera is continuously clicking as the couple moves around for the next few minutes.
Kyle stands off to the side with my backpack and tripod, holding the sunshade waiting for my instruction. “Do you need anything from me?” he asks.
I glance at him and then take a second to look at what I have so far. “I’m about ready to get them in the sun so you're up in just a minute.”
“Cool,” he says, looking a little bored.
“Alright, you guys,” I yell at the couple. “Let’s get some shots up on the pier overlooking the water.”
I’m paying attention to what’s on the camera roll when the Hawaiian print of Brad’s shirt comes into view. The man stands right in front of me, a little too close if I’m being honest, and he asks, “Can I see some of the photos you’ve taken so far? You know… just to make sure we’re getting our money’s worth.” His smile is extra smarmy.
I don’t mind showing people what I’ve shot. It usually gives them more ideas of whattodo andnotto do. But normally it’s the females who want to see the photos, not the men.
My gut tells me he doesn’t actually want to look at them, but I tell him yes anyway.
He moves to look over my shoulder from the back, which is a little weird, but I shake it off and show him some of the pictures.
“Mmm,” he hums as I scroll through.
I look up and realize that Kyle has moved closer. His brows are pulled together as he looks behind me and concern is written all over his face.
That’s when I feel a hand grab my ass.
I spin, completely shocked, and push Brad back as hard as I can. “What the fuck, dude!” I snap at him.
Candy, who has been checking herself out in the camera on her phone, perks up at my outburst.
“What’s going on?” she asks as she saunters over. She’s the picture of perfect bliss right now and for some reason it pisses me off.
It’s then that I realize Brad has my camera in his hand.
Shit.
He must have grabbed it when he grabbed my ass and distracted me.
