Driving around town in need to find a particular type of model I am not having much luck. I can't go to a modeling agency for this assignment is a special request. My customer wants a pretty longhaired girl in her early twenties to fill the role as the model. I pull on the on ramp to the freeway and I spot a hitchhiker on the side of the ramp. As I get closer I can see that she is indeed pretty and looks like she is in her early twenties. Let's check her out. I pull over to the curb. She is running up to my Jeep as I watch through the mirror. Nice bouncing boobs. Her long dark hair flowing over her shoulders, the large backpack she is carrying, and down the sides of her face. She is wearing hiking sandals, camouflaged shorts, a black halter-top and an Australian Outback style wide rim camouflaged hat. She reaches the Jeep, opens the door and asks if I can take her to the Grand Canyon. I say sure, get in. I pull out onto the highway heading north to the Grand Canyon. We make small talk. I ask her where is she from. Scotland she says and introduces herself as Maria. She continues that she is on a one-week vacation with her goal to see the Grand Canyon. She arrived in Phoenix yesterday, rested up last night at a cheap hotel and now determined to see the Canyon.
I sense that Maria may need some extra cash for her vacation. As we cruise up the highway I tell her that I just came from a modeling agency searching for a model with a particular look. A client of mine commissioned me to create a photo album with the theme being an adventurous young lady roughing it in the Arizona desert. The agency did not have the type of model I am looking for available. They are all on assignment. Then I saw her and she is just the look my client is after. Would she entertain doing a photo shoot? Maria looks at me. I can see the suspicion in her eyes. I back off. Tell her that it was a silly idea. Never mind. I am heading to Las Vegas to check out the modeling agencies there for the right model. She looks relieved and the subject is dropped. We discuss the Canyon and I answer her many questions about it and Arizona in general. She now seems relaxed and is looking out the window at the moving countryside.
Maria asks the question I was waiting for. How much do models make? I tell her that varies widely but my client has authorized up to $500 per hour for the right look. She gulps and looks straight into my eyes with those big beautiful brown eyes of hers. Maria then looks back out the window at the countryside. I can tell that she is processing. Will she take the bait? She starts asking about makeup, clothes, setups, cameras and equipment, etc. I tell her she has the look just like she is. She does not need makeup and the camouflage outfit she is wearing is perfect, even down to the sandals and Outback hat. I have the equipment in the back. She looks in the back of the Jeep and sees camera equipment and cases. Maria asks about the location and description of the photo site. The turn off is up the highway about 5 miles ahead. There is a place a few miles in via a Jeep trail that contains the ruins of an old 1800's era building. The ruins will add to the look of an adventurous young lady roughing it in the Arizona desert theme. We drive a few more miles, getting close to the turn off. Maria finally asks how much will I pay her and how long will it take. She took the bait! I told her the shoot will take about four hours and that I will pay her the full $500 per hour if she says yes before we reach the turnoff. But it is her decision and I will not pressure her. If she doesn't want to model we will just drive past the turn off and on to the Grand Canyon. I reach into the glove box and pull out an envelope with twenty $100 bills in it and hand it to her. She looks in the envelope, counts the bills. She puts it down in her lap. I can see the turnoff. Closer, closer, just about there. I hear a quite "yes" coming from Maria.
I turn the Jeep off the freeway and onto the off ramp. I proceed on to the dirt road that will lead us to the Jeep trail that will take us to the ruins. Maria is talking about the Jeep trail, commenting on how rugged the desert looks out here, asking about the dangers of the desert. I answer her questions and keep the conversation going about anything other than the photo shoot. The goal now is to make her feel safe and comfortable so she will not back out. This has to be done just right or I will have to start all over again. I have spent enough time looking for the right model for my client. The script he has written has to be followed or I don't get paid.
We get to the location. She inspects the ruins and asks about its history and significance. I haven't a clue but spin a good story. She checks out the desert plants and seems to be having a good time exploring the site. Meanwhile I am setting up the equipment, lights, and a small generator to power everything. She is fascinated by the equipment and asks a bunch of questions. I am patient with her and explain everything to make her comfortable. Eventually I have everything set up.
I explain to Maria the first part of the photo shoot. We will take pictures of her at the ruins in various poses. She will strike serious poses, sexy poses, and cheerful poses. She will strike poses with her hat on, her hat off, and running across the desert with her hair flowing in the wind. She will play like the free mustangs running wild on the range. At times she will be wearing her sandals and other times she will be barefoot kicking the dirt into the wind. I caution her to be careful of the cactus when she is barefoot. We practice the various poses all at least once to get her familiar with what I am asking her to do. After awhile she seems to be getting into it. After about an hour of practice and instruction we are ready to do the shoot.
I put on my camera vest with all the pockets stuffed with extra batteries, memory cards, and assorted other tools needed for the photo shoot. Then I turn on the generator, arrange the lights, take settings, and rearrange the lights again until everything is right. Time to grab the camera. We spend the next hour with Maria making all the poses we practiced in the first hour. She is very photogenic and did an excellent job of modeling for someone who has never done it before. I am impressed. She has the makings of a professional model with some guidance and experience. Sad but she will not have that opportunity, nor will she see the Grand Canyon.
It's show time! I reload my cameras with fresh batteries and memory cards. I will need the cameras' full capability for the next scene. I instruct Maria on the scene. I position her where I want her to stand. She is getting good at following instructions. I want her to raise her head slightly with her arms outstretched, kind of like the Titanic when the actress was standing on the bow of the ship with her lover. For this scene I want her barefoot and without the hat. She will just be wearing her halter-top and shorts. Maria dutifully removes her sandals and flings her hat towards the Jeep. She is getting a little spicy I like that.
Maria is ready for the scene. The first pictures will be with her head up and arms in the outstretched position with her eyes looking off into the distance. I will take pictures of all angles as she holds the pose. I then take pictures of her front, back, and sides. I take multiple close up pictures of her face, and belly from three angles. While photographing the wind picks up. As she is in her pose the wind is getting strong enough to cause her hair to pick up, kind of flowing in the wind. I have to take extra pictures of this my client will love it. I am really getting to like this girl. No! I have to get that out of my mind.
Now I tell Maria I want to shoot the same series of pictures with her eyes closed. She gets back into the pose, closing her eyes. I start taking pictures of her face with her eyes closed, some very close up pictures. I then take numerous pictures of her belly. She has a nice innie bellybutton that is just begging to be played with. My mind is wandering, got to concentrate on the job. I take the MP3 player out of one of the vest pockets and clip it to my vest. This player has an audio recorder with built in mike. I turn it on. I then reach into another vest pocket and take my stiletto out of its sheath. This knife has a four-inch double-edged blade tapered from a maximum width of one inch down to the sharp point. My client gave me this knife and specified that it be used in his "special request". I walk around Maria taking pictures of her beautiful body until I am standing in front of her. Now is the time. I admire her belly. With her arms stretched out and her head held high the skin on her belly is taught. My client knows his stuff. Maria's eyes are still closed as instructed. I position the stiletto to a point about an inch above the upper rim of her bellybutton just as my client specified in his script. I then look at Maria's face. She has a smile on her face. Her hair is blowing in the wind. She seems to be having fun being a model for a day. It is sad that this will be her last day.
I shove the stiletto deep into Maria's belly. She lets out a hellacious scream, clutches my right hand, which is still holding the handle of the knife that is now in her belly, bends over at the waist where her head is just above my belt buckle and about an inch away from my shirt. Her long dark hair is brushing against my right arm. Her knees are bent slightly and she seems to be frozen in her position. She lets out another hellacious scream. Damn lady that hurts my ears! I feel the warmth of her hands as they are clutching my right hand. I feel the warm blood flowing over my fingers from the fresh wound in her belly.
My client wants pictures of the model in the clutch and bend position. I remove my hand from the knife handle and start clicking pictures like mad. I have to get a few before she falls to the ground. Maria stumbles backward a few steps, her hands clutching the knife that is sitting in her belly; she then turns around where she is facing away from me. I take pictures. She stumbles awkwardly away from me trying to escape. Out here she does not have a chance. I follow her taking pictures. I move around Maria taking pictures of all angles as she tries to stumble away. She only let out two extraordinarily loud screams but now is crying intensely. The tears are visible on her face and her face is twisted in agony. This is one hurting young lady. I hope the MP3 player picks up on the crying. The screams that she did were no problem, they were loud.
Maria falls to her knees. Her butt is over her ankles and her chest is over her knees. She is still clutching the handle of the knife that is sitting deep in her guts. There is considerable blood on her hands. I take pictures, ensuring that I stay close enough to her for the MP3 player to pick up her cries. This is important for the client will pay me a $10,000 bonus if I can provide a good audio of the proceedings. Maria seems a bit unsteady. She starts to lean to her left. She reaches out with her left hand placing it on the ground beside her. This steadies her for a while. She then falls onto her left elbow leaning on her left side. She stays in this position for a bit and then her elbow gives way and she rolls over onto her back. She is clutching her belly and crying in agony. Her knees are together and raised. Her bare feet are flat on the ground. I am continually taking pictures trying to get everything recorded for my client. He is going to like this photo shoot.
Maria is writhing around on the desert floor apparently trying to get in a position where her belly does not hurt so badly. There is no position. She is still on her back with her right leg straight and her left knee pointing to her left with her left foot just below her right knee. She is still clutching her belly. Her hair is bunched around her head. She is still crying and looking into the clear blue desert sky. It has been a little over an hour since I shoved the stiletto into her belly. She is about done. I wait a little longer clicking away with my camera. Maria takes her last breath. I am quick to catch it on film. This is a little added bonus for my client.
Maria is dead. I take pictures from various angles of Maria's dead body. Face, bloody hands on the handle of the knife in her belly, legs, and close-ups of the death stare, she died eyes open. I then remove her bloody hands from her belly and place them along her side. I take pictures of the knife in her belly. I remove the knife. I then take pictures of the wound in her belly.
Time to pack up. I shut down the generator, break down the lights and various equipment and load up the Jeep. I then police the area ensuring I have not dropped any evidence at the site. I then check Maria making sure there is no evidence on her body that could be a problem. Everything is cleaned up. Time to head home.
I am home at my computer editing today's photo shoot. I need to provide a story for my client, which is why I had to go through the tedious process of getting Maria to agree to do the photo shoot. It would have been much easier to have just pulled out my Smith and Wesson and forced the issue. But then my client would not have the results he wanted. He wanted a girl that was genuinely having fun modeling prior to suffering an extremely agonizing death. Nice guy. But he pays well. I get $25,000 per shoot with a $10,000 bonus for a good audio.
I hear the garage door opener. It must be Kathy, my live in satisfier. I have been married and divorced. No point in doing it again. Kathy is provided a room and board. All she has to do is provide for my needs. Nice arrangement. No commitments and we both win. Kathy walks into my computer room and looks over my shoulder at my editing. She comments about my weirdo clients and how do I ever find such good-looking women who will subject themselves to posing for fantasy $nuff. I say it is the money honey. She shakes her head and asks if I am going to want sex tonight like I usually do after a photo shoot. I say hell yah!
It is Father Henry on the line Kathy yells from the kitchen. I pick up the line. Hi father I have the package. Good he says meet me in the confessional at the same time as usual. I tell him that I have the audio. He is pleased. I will get the full amount, $35,000. Not bad for a days work.
It is late, I log on to the Fantasy Death website for some relaxation. I read the various posts and then think why not provide my follow site members with a peak of what I do? I zip the Maria Photo Album and the Maria Audio File and attached the zip file to an email to Geno, the Fantasy Death website administrator. I suggest that he find a way to place these files on the site.
Geno gets an email from one of his site members with a large zip file. He unzips the file ending up with a photo album file and an audio file dumped on his PC. Geno is tired he has had a long day and is ready to pack it in. His curiosity gets a hold of him. He opens the photo album. These pictures are great! He says to himself. They are so realistic. He continues to click through the 216 pictures that were sent to him. He then clicks on the audio file. He is listening to the audio while clicking through the pictures. He can't believe how realistic the sounds are on the audio, the screams, and the cries. This is some acting, and the poses are first rate. You can't tell them from the real thing. He continues to click through the pictures and listening to the audio. Suddenly a chill crawls up his spine. Instead of clicking through the pictures he goes back to picture one and examines each one closely. Meanwhile he listens to the full audiotape from scratch, all one hour and 15 minutes of it.
Geno takes a flash drive out of his drawer. He inserts it in the USB port on his PC. Geno moves the Maria Photo Shoot Album and Maria Audio File to the flash drive. He then removes the flash drive and executes his disk cleanser to remove all evidence of the files in the folder that he had the album and audio file in. Geno then takes the flash drive and carries it to his safe. He unlocks the safe. Geno looks at the flash drive and then puts it into the cardboard box in the safe that holds flash drives containing various photo albums, audio files, and video files that he has received from members that are just too realistic to risk posting on the Fantasy Death website. Maria's first and last modeling photo shoot is now in Geno's personal collection.
The End
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