Turning the guest around

"Click!"

The sound of a camera shutter sounded in the silent room, accompanied by the sound of a man's voice.

"Turn over and lower your hands."

I saw a young black girl with a high light brown ponytail and wearing only a triangular zippered leather jacket.

The skin at the edge of the clothes was strangled and turned white.

She stretched her legs in high heels and touched the corners of her mouth with her fingers, making a provocative expression.

Opposite her, photographer Andrew recorded her posture with his camera with a calm face and muttered something.

"If you want to seduce me, at least lower your hands and open your hips! Then push your butt up! You are like a piece of unsexy pork now!"

These words made the people next to them with turbans and childish faces laugh. The black man couldn't help but stepped forward and pushed him.

"Hillbilly, what are you doing!"

"Shit!"

Andrew put down the camera: "You guys invited me to take photos. If you want to take good photos, just do what I say! Or you can let me go and find a mediocre person. Guy, let's see what shit he can take for you."

As a former photography master, he is very demanding when it comes to creation. Even if he is not good as a model, he must make up for it with his own skills.

He will never allow the photos he takes to become garbage!

Creatively, he never backed down from this option.

"Davis!"

the black girl shouted, stopping her companion's indignation and making the gesture he wanted according to Andrew's words.

She opened her hips slightly, covered her legs with her hands, and then straightened her waist to show her beauty to the camera.

The next second, several black boys couldn't help but sigh "Wow", and even their throats rolled a few times.

As her boyfriend and boss, Davis naturally couldn't stand it, and hurriedly pushed several companions to drive them out of the room: "Get out! Damn it, don't look at Arkadi! Get out of here!"

Dai Dai waited for them to go out. Weiss came to Andrew with a cigarette in his mouth and warned him: "Take good pictures, do you hear me?"

Andrew put down the camera and shrugged.

As if he couldn't stand his overly calm attitude, Davis took out the cigarette and blew the smoke from his mouth into his face.

Andrew endured the pungent smell, pulled the corners of his mouth, and coughed twice after Davis left.

"Keep shooting." Andrew raised the camera again.

"Then let's be more bold when shooting!" Arkadi became happy after seeing everyone leave, and opened the zipper, revealing a large area of ravines and skin.

Andrew raised his eyebrows, which was exactly what he wanted. Art just needs to be bold! It's just that even if the girl in front of him takes off her clothes, he can't make any waves in his heart, because her provocative gesture is too blunt.

So in order to achieve the effect he wanted, Andrew quickly started to use full firepower.

"Soften! Be softer! Don't be like a mummy!"

"Put your feet up and straighten your toes. Damn it, straightening you doesn't mean curling you up! Don't you have bones? You can't even move!"

"What are you doing? What the hell, pink nails? That's terrible. My grandma wouldn't even knit with this color!"

"Also, look more confident! Imagine you are a big star, don't look like someone is dead in the family. !"

"Tuck your chin again, and it will almost become three layers!"

"Look at your waist, it's all flesh!"

Andrew's mouth was like a barrage of words. There was no chance to say anything back, and the tyrant-like attitude scared her to the point of almost crying.

She has always been satisfied with her figure, but when Andrew said it, it was all shortcomings. There was simply no one uglier than her in the world.

But this guy was very professional, and she couldn't even think of anything to refute.

But she really feels helpless now, like the feeling that the boat is about to be capsized by the waves, or the feeling of being blocked in a corner by her mother and scolding her, with the risk of suffocation at any time.

And Andrew kept turning the dial with both fingers, and finally completed the shooting after spending dozens of minutes with subtle clicking sounds.

"Okay, that's it. You are really the worst model I have ever photographed!"

Even Andrew didn't forget to add a touch at the end. The little girl finally couldn't hold it back any longer, covering her face and crying.

The next moment, the door to the room was pushed open, and Davis, a black boy with no hair on his head, strode in. "What's going on?" He was obviously a little confused after seeing Arkadi crying. Why is this different from what was promised?

But his younger brother came to Andrew first and stretched out his fist to punch Andrew in the stomach.

But Andrew directly reached out and pinched his wrist, bending it to one side: "What the hell are you going to do?"

"What am I going to do?" Davis then remembered his plan and snatched the camera from his hand. , pressing buttons randomly.

Andrew pushed the black boy away and frowned: "Can you use it?"

"Click this, then click this to look up and down." He didn't want this frivolous kid to damage his camera.

"Okay..." Davis blurted out one word, swallowed the rest of the words, and then looked at the photos of his girlfriend.

But the more he looked at it, the more surprised he became, because the photos taken by Andrew were all very professional, which not only made people feel high-end, but also made people involuntarily sprout some kind of impulse and desire in their hearts!

Especially the photo of Arkadi with one foot on a transparent tabletop, the angle of the photo is very low. Characters fill the screen, and the sharp tips of high heels almost pierce through the screen!

Even if Davis hadn't seen too many photos, he could tell that Andrew took really good photos.

Just as soon as the admiration arose, it was extinguished by the desire for money.

He threatened Andrew in a stern tone: "Do you know how many years in prison you will be sentenced for forcing an underage girl to take erotic photos?"

It turns out that she is waiting for him here!

Damn it, when did these black people know that the industry has been upgraded, and they changed from robbery to fairy dance!

"So... what are you going to do?" Andrew knew very well that they were not trying to put him in jail.

"So?" Davis took out his wallet from his arms and dumped everything inside on the ground.

"Dang." A pile of five-cent coins and a few banknotes fell out. They were Andrew's reward for shooting adult magazines.

Davis whistled, and other black boys immediately stepped forward and took the money.

After that, he also took off the Canon camera. A camera that could watch playback must be a high-end product. Although he didn't understand it, he also knew the price of this thing.

It wasn't until they couldn't find any money from Andrew that they finally let go of him.

"Listen, country bumpkin, if you dare to find anyone, I'll kill you with this thing." Davis took out the pistol under his arm while smoking a cigarette. The black barrel was filled with darkness under the reflection of the room light. The light makes people's hearts tremble.

However, before Andrew could answer, there was a series of heavy footsteps at the door, and then a huge black man wearing old school style clothes and a baseball cap rushed in surrounded by several younger brothers.

"Asshole! I'm about to release an album, and you're still fucking doing these things!" His voice was loud, and his movements were even more violent. When he came to Davis, he gave him a crisp big blow to keep him in place. In a circle.

"Raymon..." Davis covered his face and was about to explain, when he saw Raymond yelling at him with his mouth wide open: "What the hell will you do if you get the note! How many times have I said it! I want to Once I'm famous, I'll record an album soon. I'll have a sexy body and a lot of money! Everything will change, and if you do these things now, it will only destroy me!"

Davis ! He lowered his head and did not dare to answer his brother's angry rebuke.

After Raymond calmed down his anger a little, he turned around and picked up the camera and said to Andrew: "Friend, this is it this time. Nothing happened. We didn't steal anything from you. Do you hear me clearly?"

Andrew nodded. Head, since these guys know each other, there is no need for me to spend a lot of time on revenge.

Seeing that he agreed, Raymond breathed a sigh of relief, then picked up the camera and was about to hand it to Andrew, but was attracted by the photo above.

"Wait a minute..." Raymond looked carefully at the photo with a unique perspective. His interest was aroused, and he scrolled down a few more photos.

As a result, his eyes gradually opened wide and his breathing gradually became heavier.

Raymond looked up at Arkady in real life, and then at her in the photo. He clearly had no interest in this girl at all. She had a dry figure, and even if she was stripped naked and shown in front of him, he would not be interested at all. But I don't know why, but she exudes fatal temptation in the photo.

How exciting!

Taking a closer look, Raymond finally understood the problem, because the angle of the photo was great! More than average! The photographers he has worked with have no such level at all, and he has only seen similar impact in movies.

"That's great, man, you took great pictures."

Raymond suddenly laughed, and his tense look disappeared.

He stretched out his broad hand to pick up Andrew, then patted him on the shoulder and asked, "Tokyo?"

"Chinese."

"Wow, you must be very good at math."

Andrew smiled and said nothing. Then he said, "Hey, man, listen. I really like your style, so would you be interested in doing a cover for my album?"

(End of Chapter)