The Test Shoot

While all this was happening, Devika deftly reached over to the toilet seat with her free hand and dropped it down with a loud crash. This didn't break Levi's commitment to the kiss, so she grabbed him by the shoulders, spun him around, and planted him on the seat.

She turned so that her robe would fall behind her, a soft cotton puddle for her knees to rest on. "Oh my God," she heard Levi mutter when the robe fell away from her body, as if he had looked up to find debris from a space station plummeting towards him. Devika turned back around and gave her lover-to-be no additional time to admire her body, dropping right to her knees and bringing her head to his cock.

The bulge she had seen earlier was no mere trick of the light; Levi's flesh was long and thick, jutting profanely into her face from a thin sheet of trimmed pubic hair at a smooth angle. She had planned to suck him off, but there was something she needed to do first, so to show her approval she took one long lick up the shaft, drawing an erratic gasp from Levi. To steady him, Devika pushed her left hand against his chest, pinning him against the toilet tank while she drew her tongue upwards across the clean, loose skin until she captured the clear drop of precum that had gathered on his tip.

Looking up at him, Devika smiled, smacking her tongue against the roof of her mouth in appreciation of his taste; a little fishy, becoming of a man on what she presumed was a mainly pescatarian diet, but novel and far from unpleasant. Levi looked back with amazed, dumbstruck horniness, watching helplessly as Devika's other hand rose to quickly unbutton his Hawaiian shirt, revealing the firm, lean flesh and soft, sinewy lines of his chest and abs.

Everything Devika could have said in praise of Levi's figure was all over the naughty grin on her face as she sank back down to his thick manhood. Her left hand rested once more on his chest, connecting her directly to his quickening heartbeat, while her right wrapped around his girth, her thumb barely connecting with her middle finger. She pushed his length back, observing how the tip remarkably reached his belly button. She squeezed her hand around him, relishing the slight spongy give of his turgid arousal. It had been a good while since she'd seen any cock, longer still since she'd seen a good one, and yet her instinct was to play with it, test it, sniff it, kiss it, lick it, inching her man closer and closer to making him blurt...

"Holy shit! Please suck it!"

She looked up, still smirking—she never stopped—eyes widening to ask if he was suuuuuuure even though she already knew the answer and wasn't planning to wait for it. She took one more lick up the shaft, dragging it out for as long as she could, and then fed the head into her mouth before sinking back down on him.

As long as it had been since Devika had given anyone a blowjob, it was an act that was well within her comfort zone, something that she'd been complimented on, breathlessly, time and again by her few boyfriends. She wished she could explain it, if only to the prudish high school girl that still lurked somewhere within; she just liked the feel of a dick in her mouth, even a larger one that threatened to cut off her air supply like Levi's. It was both tough and soft, flexible and rigid. A warm, living thing with a pulse and a mind of its own that at times controlled its owner. To take such a thing anywhere inside her was a pleasure; to take it into her mouth was a deeply personal honor that made her feel like she was reading her partner's mind at times.

For instance, glancing up at Levi while she bobbed and jerked zestfully up and down his length, twisting her tongue around his shaft in any direction she could perceive and strumming her fingers along his untouched inches of flesh, she could see his head tilted back, his eyes out of view. But from the way his heart beat against her hand and from the soft, somewhat hesitant moans that came from his throat, she could picture his eyes wide with shock, maybe a little panic. And from that, she could hear the voice in his head, repeatedly chanting something along the lines of, "Oh my God, this is real, this is really fucking real." It was rare for her to meet a guy who was excited to get his dick wet like this; the thought of driving him wild had always excited her, but now here they were, nearly as intimate as two people could be, and he seemed just as flustered and thrilled as ever. Devika had never felt hotter in her life.

She needed to catch her breath and give her jaw a break, so with a final suck and a loud pop, she pulled herself off his cock, now soaked with her drool, and licked up the sides, with a couple of extra sucks on his cockhead in between for good measure. That settled, Devika slipped under Levi's cock and started tongue-washing his balls; she alternated between one side of his thickening sack and another, bouncing each testicle with her tongue while her right hand jerked him off with a corkscrew motion and the left registered the rapid thump-thump-thump of his heart.

"Shit...fuck...coming..."

She knew what to do. Her left hand pushing back more firmly against his chest, Devika shot back up to his cock, wet with adoration, pulsing red with passion. She dove back down on it and moved her saliva-slick right hand down her body to her own throbbing need, rapidly circling her pale pink clit while she tried to get him as deep as she could through multiple passes, going a little further each time until his head forced its way past her gag reflex and she took him to the root, her nose crushed against his down and taking in his thick musk while she squeezed him within her throat.

"RrrRRRGOHD," Levi gasped before seizing up. His hand snapped to the back of her head, his cock twitched, and molten lust poured down her throat in one, two, ten thick shots, warming her chest and belly from the inside out while the hand on his chest picked up the totality of his orgasm, sending her to her own long-awaited release, making her moan around his cock, coaxing out more of his cum in turn.

She pulled herself off to catch her breath, watching the last of his release bubble over his cockhead in little spurts, hearing him pant in amazement. After a few seconds to admire the white cream glazing his glans and a few more to feel pride in conquering such a monster despite being so out of practice, Devika sank back down to clean him up and suck out whatever might have been left, making him groan and stiffen up once more. She decided she loved his fishy taste, unorthodox as it was; it reminded her of the surf he clearly loved so much. It was a part of him, and she loved him, whether it be only in this moment or far beyond.

In an impromptu bout of curiosity, Devika pushed herself up to try and kiss him; to her delight, he gladly accepted her tongue, making out with her for a good fifteen seconds before Devika broke off and whispered in his ear the only words she planned to say to him in this bathroom:

"I'm not a fucking tease."

Leaving her robe on the floor, she strolled casually out of the bathroom, giving Levi one last look at her round ass before shutting the door behind her.

* * * * *

Devika managed to get fully dressed and take off her makeup before she felt the urge to scream.

She suppressed the urge, barely able to remind herself that nobody would understand why she was screaming but her; because all the self-doubt flooded in at once and she wondered if Levi would think of her as a slut, or if he would decide that he didn't really like what she did to him, or if he would burst through the door and pay her back in a way that was rougher than she would've preferred. Suddenly there seemed to be more bad outcomes than good to the blowjob and of fucking course she would think of them AFTER it was already done.

It was done, though, and Devika was going to have to own it. She just hoped she didn't have to own it while a bunch of naked pictures of her circled around the internet, possibly even for her parents—or worse, her little brother to find. Because as long as she was revelling in misery, why not add that pleasant thought to the pile?

...Actually, it was a pleasant thought. Vijay wouldn't engage with her pictures; he'd call and yell at her for ten minutes for ruining internet porn for him forever, creating a strange, powerful tangle of humiliation and rib-shattering hilarity that would kill her before she was forced to carry the worst of her shame.

So briefly entertained and comforted, she stood up, grabbed her packed gym bag, and left to face Levi.

She found him on the couch, staring into the middle distance for a moment before he turned to her with some expression on his face; maybe joy, maybe embarrassment, maybe anger. Devika felt like she should say something besides "Thanks and goodbye," and figured maybe a joke would work.

"So be honest," she said, trying to smile. "When you grabbed me off the street and asked to take pictures of me, you didn't think you'd be the one who got sexually harassed, did you?" She started cringing three-quarters of the way through her sentence. Nope, that was wrong. That was really bad.

Levi, for his part, blinked a couple of times, parsing Devika's words.

Then he fell back on the couch and cracked up, causing Devika to crack up in turn, relieved.

"Yeah," he laughed. Devika plopped onto the couch next to him, dropping her gym bag at her feet. "Yeah, I feel so violated right now. Do you do this to every guy who takes pictures of you? Is that like the only way you can get off?"

"Oh yeah," said Devika, rolling with it, "I'm the Harvey Weinstein of head."

Levi fell sideways on the couch, shaking with laughter, nearly out of breath. Devika reached over and patted him on the shoulder, calming him down. "Goddamn," he said, recovering, sitting back up. "Goddamn you're fucking amazing."

"So you're really okay with what happened?" asked Devika, quite seriously. "How I went about it?"

"'Okay?' Devika, that was the best blowjob I've ever had in my life! How the fuck—how did you do that?"

"I mean...do you really want to know how much practice I've had?"

"Well, not in explicit detail or anything, but I can live with it, sure!"

Devika sank into the couch, head back, reveling in her glorious whoredom. "I'll say this: it's been a while since I've been with a guy, so...good to know I still got it."

"You sure do," sighed Levi. "Can't say it's been so long for me, which I feel like I should apologize for considering I sounded like a Mormon at Burning Man in there."

"Oh, I'm sure you've been getting it," said Devika. "I'd be horrified if you weren't."

Levi nodded. "Never with another model, though," he stressed. "You should know that. I always...how do I put this without making you feel guilty?"

"You don't shit where you eat," she said. "I get that."

"No, it's more than that," explained Levi. "Okay, if I'm being honest? Most of the women I work with, I would not turn down under normal circumstances; some of them I'd go after in a heartbeat. But if I'm shooting someone—especially if they're working nude—I have a responsibility to them; I have to create a space where they can feel safe. They can't do their job if they have to worry too much about impressing me, or if I'm going to try and make a move on them, or whatever. Introducing sex into that relationship usually complicates everything. I've seen it happen, and I just decided not to be that guy. Even if they seem interested, hell, even if they're openly flirting with me. Now I'm not saying you shouldn't have done anything because holy shit am I glad you did. I just wanted to, you know, explain myself so you understand how much I mean it when I say you're a very, very special case."

"Mmm," said Devika, wrapping her arm around Levi. She closed in, cooed "I believe you," and kissed him once more, which he happily returned, bringing his hand up to steady her face.

This kiss was slow and thick and sweaty. It wasn't long before their hands were roaming and exploring each other's bodies. When Devika felt Levi's hand move toward her hip, she got up, kicking her gym bag away—Wait, wasn't there something important in that bag?—and climbed into his lap so he could squeeze her ass through her nylon leggings while her crotch pressed down on his rapidly re-hardening cock.

Levi pushed her head forward, until his mouth was directly in her ear. "You know how badly I wanted to eat this ass when I was taking off those panties earlier?" he asked, and Devika moaned her approval. "You don't mind dirty-talk, do you?"

"Not at all," she said—or moaned, while Levi licked up her collarbone and took the strap of her tank top between his teeth. "Tell me how much you wanted to fuck me on that set."

Levi let go of the strap, having gotten it past her shoulder. "A woman like you deserves a good fuck if she wants it," he growled. "You shouldn't have to work so hard that you don't have time for a hard dick like mine." To emphasize the point, Levi pushed up against Devika's crotch, making her moan once more.

"Yeah, baby," she prodded, beaming over the highly fuckable monster she created, "tell me how you'd give it to me."

"You remember when you were lifting your leg during the shoot?" he asked. "I'd hold it there and lick down until I plunged right into your snatch."

"Unh!" Devika ground herself into his lap. Her mind briefly drifted to her gym bag again.

"Yeah, I'd dine on you until you screamed, then I'd rip that fucking dress right off you and devour the rest of your gorgeous body."

"Anh!" Devika gripped his shoulders. Her pussy was soaking her underwear and she swore it was going through the nylon pants.

"And when I finally fucked you, it'd be hard and borderline disrespectful cause you drive me so goddamn crazy. You know those pearls looked so good around your neck I think I'd leave them on, paint the rest of your body white."

"Oh yeah? Would you take a picture of me covered in your cum like that?"

"Fuck! You'd be into that?"

Devika was going to say "Yes" before ripping her tank top off, or perhaps even open, but then she remembered what was in her gym bag. "Wait," she said. "Sorry, stop for a minute."

"Sure." Levi slipped out of his aggression with impeccable ease. "You all right?"

"Yeah, I'm great," said Devika, pulling her gym bag up to the couch. "I just remembered: I brought a third outfit just in case this started happening!"

"Really?" Levi popped, leaning into Devika's space to look inside the bag she was unzipping. "Wait, you came here expecting to have sex?"

"Well, I wouldn't say I was expecting it," said Devika, laying out a sheer blue top with gold medallion trim across the cups. "But would I say that I found you extremely attractive, suspected the feeling was mutual, and decided to come prepared? Maybe."

She continued pulling out the rest of the matching outfit: a pair of harem pants with a gold waistband and open sides, a facemask with the same trim as the bra, and a pair of leather high heels, painted gold. It evoked a curious mix of Princess Jasmine and The Genie from Disney's Aladdin, which begged the question:

"Um, Devika, not to go all Liberal White Dude on you, but isn't this a little..."

"Racist?"

"I was gonna say 'problematic,' but we can go with 'racist,' sure."

"No, 'problematic' works. So the last guy I dated had a thing for Indian girls. Wanted me to talk dirty in Hindi, which is apparently possible, but always felt weird to me because of how that language works?"

"Really?"

"Yeah, it's complicated, but in a nutshell, I wouldn't dirty-talk someone in Hindi unless I thought I was marrying him. Anyway, I found out he was cheating on me with a Pakistani girl that he thought was also Indian because God is great."

Levi rolled his eyes. "White people."

"Actually, this guy was Hispanic. Go figure. Before I found the nerve to break up with him I'd gotten blackout drunk for the first time in my life. A week later, this $200 outfit showed up at my apartment. I was going to return it, but I got curious, tried it on, and couldn't let it go. Thought I'd save it for somebody I really trusted." Devika looked at Levi. "Maybe it's a little soon to say I trust you like that, but what the hell; at least I'll get some cool pictures out of it."

She smiled at him, but he didn't smile back. She recognized the look on Levi's face from before; his mind was working. He took the top and held it against Devika's chest, pushing the straps of her tank away to get a slightly better sense of how it would look on her.

"I'm sure this looks amazing on you, all stereotypes aside," he said. "If I had an idea to make you look even hotter, but it leaned harder into the stereotype and required two hours in makeup instead of one, would you do it?"

"Out of sheer curiosity? Absolutely."

Levi nodded. "Let me make a phone call."

* * * * *

The studio called itself "Blueprint," a 2000-plus square-foot full-service studio and event venue nestled in the heart of Downtown that, as Devika understood, was used for no-bullshit Hollywood promo and magazine shoots. This place had a functional kitchen. What would a photography studio need with a functional kitchen? Who knew? But it was there, so therefore it had everything, and Levi had somehow convinced a friend of his to use this wholly-professional state of the art studio for a wholly-unprofessional private pornography session after closing. "This may or may not happen more often than you think," explained Levi, trying not to sound too ominous.

It turned out to be the wildest coincidence: Another photographer friend of Levi's was doing an Arabian Nights-themed shoot at the studio for a small fashion publication, and when Levi saw Devika's outfit, he recalled that completely random piece of information and decided to see if they'd be willing to leave the set up and maybe add a bed so he could "impress" a girl, promising to pay for it.

He got the okay, but they had to wait until 9, 9:15, which is when the studio closed its doors and everyone was out. With time to kill until then, Levi told Devika to get into the shower, "scrub yourself up really well, then I'm going to come in and spray you down with some pigment to make your skin glow some more. By the way, would you be willing to shave your bush?"

"Um, why?" She liked getting waxed for the comfort of it (well, the comfort that came after), but the thought of going completely bare down below felt a little strange.

"It might get in the way of what I want to do." Before Devika could ask what that might be, Levi motioned for her to follow him to the studio. In one of the lower drawers of the vanity there was a massive stock of Swarovski flat-back crystals in various colors and sizes. "There's a chance this could come off as tacky," said Levi, "but if I do this right, it'll be breathtaking."

"Mmm-hmm," said Devika, picturing it in her mind's eye. Loving it. "Where's the razor?"

In the shower, Devika scrubbed herself off and shaved her pubis bare as requested. Afterwards, Levi came in with a spray bottle full of brown liquid that he sprayed all over Devika's body, before applying it manually to her face. As promised, the light seemed to bounce off Devika's skin in a different way, giving her delectable body an ethereal shine. Levi wasn't done, though; he'd also brought a container of golden Unicorn Snot, which he spread all over Devika to give her skin an additional golden shimmer. In the mirror, she saw herself as a living, fuckable jewel, and Devika moved her hand to Levi's boner to show her appreciation.

"Gotta save that for later," he said, gently pushing her off. "Let's braid your hair at the vanity before we go."