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“Don't forget the other softbox light and smile for the goddesses sake. Sine's lovely. No need to be nervous Laarq" Jerem snapped off his directions with a smile bright enough to shine under the bleached blond mustache. I nodded and pulled the larger of the two softbox lights from his van. They were both on long collapsible tripods and the bulky fabric boxes on their end made them anything but easy to move.

I couldn't complain though, not too much anyway. Jerem was willing to give a fresh-out-of-college idiot like me a job, I could take a little awkward moving, even if it meant being called out to secret house calls as part of his photography business.

“When are you going to tell me what this about anyway? I've been with you six months and I've never client's house like this before." I said, slinging the lights over one shoulder and closing the van's rear door with a solid thump.

Jerem shrugged, his round head swaying as his thin shoulders rolled. On an Otter-Kin like him it wasn't the most graceful gesture. Even his perfectly coiffed hair, bleached blond to hide the gray didn't suit the gesture. Although given how much hairspray was in there I don't think it suited anything other than “Look good in photos and the mirror."

“Normally I don't but Sine's very particular with her photos. These home visits are part of her brand."

“Her brand? Are we taking photos for a real estate agent or something?"

Jerem laughed, the mustache moving but the hair very much not.

“Ha! I'll have to tell her that, she hates those bloodsuckers. No it's very much her we'll be taking photos of, well her and someone else I think today. Just follow me kid. You'll find out." He crossed the quiet suburban street and let himself in through a gate in the high wooden fence that surrounded a two story house that looked like it would cost more than I'd make if I worked from that day until the sun burned out. What the hells I thought, just some eccentric lady that wanted photos of her in her house. Maybe she had pets?

The front door of the house was solid black wood, a stark contrast to the pale gray wall of the house. Even the doorbell looked expensive, a fancy new model with a camera and a speaker. I know Jerem had some well off clients but this was on another level. Jerem rang the bell and we waited. I didn't hear any dogs so maybe no pet photos then.

“Just keep smiling and help me out," Jerem said as we waited, “I'm sure this little visit will be very…revealing." He winked at me from behind his thin rimmed glasses.

Before I could say anything the door swung open and a well dressed Rabbit-kin woman answered the door. Her dark haired was pinned up around her floppy gray ears and she wore loose, casual clothing, the same type Jerem and I normally wore for a shoot. She even had a camera around her neck; an expensive FurryFilm model that was just as good as the stuff Jerem had brought. If she had a camera why were we here?

“Clio! It's good to see you again!" Jerem stepped into the house and enveloped the woman in a hug. Clio, not this “Sine" then. More mysteries.

“ It's good to see you again too Jerem. And who's this young man? You're latest boytoy?" Clio asked, untangling herself from the hug, well she knew Jerem then. He had tried flirting with me when we'd first met; me and every other guy we had run into since.

“This little thing? Not my type darling. He's my friend's nephew. Wants to be a photographer like me so even though he doesn't know his ass from his elbow I gave him a job."

“I'm Laarq, it's nice to meet you." I said, carefully balancing the lights in one hand and offering my other. Clio shook it, her hand was warm and I could smell her perfume. “I'm looking forward to working with you?"

“Did you not even tell him why your here Jerem?"

Jerem's face dropped like a toddler caught with his hands in a sweets jar. Okay now I know something's going on.

“I thought he might like the surprise. Certainly blew my socks off when I first took Sine's photos and I'm not even interested in her sort of thing."

“Sorry, can someone please let me know what's going on? We are just taking photos, right?" I asked, feeling suddenly like I wanted to do nothing but run back to the van and get myself home as quick as I could.

“I'll let Sine know you're here. She's in the Sunroom out the back, wants the photos there. You let this delightful young fox what he's doing here. She like's reds like him, best to get him up to speed so he doesn't disappoint." With that Clio turned on her heel and set off down the house's central corridor, black heels clicking on the pristine white tiles.

“Ooh, I forgot about that. Looks like someone will like that red fur of yours. Try not to get as much of it on all the white as you do at the studio." I rolled my eyes, if he wasn't ordering me around or hitting on a client he was getting me to endlessly vacuum and sweep the white studio rooms, 'not a single one of those red furs' was his constant refrain.

“I really don't shed that much… Wait, that's not what's important. What's going on here? Is this something sketchy?"

“No, of course not, although don't tell your Uncle about this. Look, before we go in just remember that Sine is one of my best client's and a friend. Just keep it professional okay? You're a handsome young lad, it won't be anything you haven't seen before. Hells, I'm sure you've probably seen worse on the Internet. Just smile and try not to stare too much. If you behave I might even let you keep some of the photos." Before I could say anything else he quickly hurried off after Clio.

Screw it, I thought, for all the ribbing Jerem wasn't a bad guy and at this point I was too curious to just turn away. I took a steadying breath, closed the door behind me and followed Jerem.

The inside of the house was just as expensive as the outside. All of the furniture was a dark, almost burgundy wood and shone as if it had been meticulously cleaned every day. All of the interior doors were the same obsidian black as the external one and all of them were closed as we passed. The pale gray walls were all devoid of any photos, devoid of any 'homely touches' as well. I didn't see any of the normal marks or dirt patches that showed a lived in place. The house felt and looked more like a high end showroom or expensive film set than a home. I followed Jerem into a large living room with matching couches and a TV bigger than some theaters then I'd been too. For some reason the obscene size of the television triggered something in me. A feeling like Déjà vu . Had I been here before? Or seen photos of this place? Maybe in Jerem's studio, if he was such a good friend with this “Sine" character?

“Sunroom is through that open door." Jerem said, pointing to an open door on the other side of the living room, warm sunlight spilled through, reflecting off the perfectly white tiles. I could see straight through the doorway and a window to the manicured garden outside, “Get the lights set up around the lounge snide and remember, Professional."

I carefully maneuvered the lights and their long stands into the room. I had to go in backwards; I was absolutely terrified of marking the walls or floors and the big hoods on the lights made it far harder than it needed to be. It wasn't until I'd manage to avoid doing more damage than my paycheck could cover that I actually took in the room.

Massive floor to ceiling windows dominated one side of the room, letting in the bright morning sun that set the white tiles floor to sparkling. The only furniture was an ornate crimson chaise lounge. In front of the windows a tall woman in a thin white robe looked out over the manicured behind the house.

One look at her took my breath away; her long hair tumbled down the back of her robe and past her long drooping ears like waves of ochre sand. Whatever material her robe was made from was gossamer thin the sunlight shining through it like a paper lantern. I could see every inch of her curves, trace my eyes down the lines of her breast, her waist, her wide hips and thick thighs, all the way down to her tawny fur and cloven hooves.

Holy shit.

Holy fucking shit, it can't be.

The sound of metal falling on tiles was the only way I realized I'd dropped the lights. At some point my brain had turned off and I'd become so lost in looking at those familiar curves that the rest of me stopped working. The woman jumped, spinning on her heels to face me. Her burgundy eyes were wide above her short, round snout. One thin hand held to the pale cream fur of her chest, covering a lace harness bra the color of her eyes.

I was right. I knew who the woman was; who 'Sine' was. I'd seen her dozens of times on my screens, usually wearing even less than she already was.

“Laarq! What the hells, watch those lights!" Jerem's voice cut through the awe and I scrambled to pick up the lights, my stomach falling through the floor at the thought of how screwed I was if they'd broken.

“Your new assistant Jerem? Is her always this clumsy?" I looked up from my panicked righting of the lights to see Sine walking towards us, her robe flowing around her legs, each step showing a hint of a cream and tawny thigh. My face was nothing but heat at this point, I looked away, hoping that the red skin beneath the white fur on my cheeks wouldn't be too obvious. Focus Laarq, I muttered, stay professional. It's fine. I swept up the lights, trying to look away, thankfully the bulbs and thin wires of the black hoods were fine so I busied myself in setting them up.

“I'm doing my best to train it out of the boy." Jerem's laugh didn't hide the dirty look he snapped at me. Keep it professional, the look said.

“Looks like you have a ways to go then. Why don't you introduce me?" Sine said. Her voice was a husky and smooth like a good whiskey. Just hearing it brought back all the memories of hearing her speak, hearing her make all sorts of wonderful noises.

“This is Laarq," Jerem said, “ Laarq this -"

“Kesa Hartwyll. You, I mean, you're Kesa Hartwyll." I stammered, finally turning back to her once more. She smiled lopsidedly at me, mirth in those beautiful red eyes.

“If we're working together I prefer Sine, please. I take it you're a fan?"

I was. Quite the fan actually. Kesa was, in my opinion, the most beautiful woman on the planet, certainly the most beautiful woman on OnlyPaws. She hadn't posted anything in several months, I'd honestly thought she had retired. Wait, Jerem was a photographer, did that mean…

“Y-yes, I've seen all your videos." Could my face get any hotter? I felt like I was to fry standing right in front of her. I couldn't stand it, I looked away, I'd just told this woman I'd seen every porn video of her. How much of a loser could I be? I basically shouted that I had jerked off to her a dozen times or more.

I waited for the disgust, waited for her to call me a creep and to kick me and Jerem out of her house. I'd have to find a job, I'd have to explain to my Uncle that his loser nephew had been fired because he couldn't keep his mouth shut in front of the most gorgeous woman he'd ever seen.

“Well thanks for your support then! I prefer working with people who already know my content." She smiled at me.

Kesa Hartwyll smiled. At. Me

“M-me too." I stammered. Had she just been nice to me? She hadn't freaked out and called me a pervert? Had Kesa fucking Hartwyll just smiled at me?

Goddess above stand aside. There was a goddess standing in the room with me.

“Laarq! Stop gawking and let's get thing moving."

From there it was all business as usual for us. I helped Clio close a massive set of thin, white curtains. It turned the sharp morning light into a hazy, ethereal glow that was perfect for Sine's photos. I realized that I had seen the effect a dozen times before and I had to quickly turn away and bend at the waist to hide that fact.

It was hard to focus, knowing who “Sine" was. My body, my eyes were drawn to her like a flame. I was stealing glances as I walked, doing my best to burn every image into my mind. How many times had I seen her airbrushed and perfect on a screen? Here she was more real than the “hyper-real" of a professional production.

When she shrugged off her robe and sat primly on the lounge in nothing but her black and crimson lingerie I made a noise like a choking cat. The colors complimented her pale tawny and white fur. The voluptuous curves of her breasts became works of art traced in red. Her long crossed legs went on forever, from polished hoof to the lace of her underwear. What would it feel like to place my hand on that thigh? Let my fingers sink into fur and flesh. To move them, inwards, achingly slow and feel the heat and wet between them?

Focus!

I bent over, praying that my pants weren't so tight it would be obvious how hard I was. I was already embarrassed, no need to make it worse. Jerem shot me a look so withering I think one of the trees outside might have died by accident. Clio giggled behind her hands, pushing the heat into my cheeks closer to supernova. Sine pretended not to notice but I saw the hint of a smile on her mouth.

“Right, are we ready to begin? Or are we waiting on someone that'll have me acting as childish as Laarq?" Jerem asked, tapping at the big, black body of his camera.

If I made it out of this without dying from a lust-induced heart attack I was going to kill Jerem. Sine finally cracked and she laughed so hard she snorted, before she quickly clamped a hand over her mouth. There goes the supernova, I thought as my cheeks burned so hard I was sure it had turned the white fur there the same shade as the rest of me.

“We may as well start," Clio cut in, “John Longtail was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago but I haven't heard anything all morning." Her voice dripped with venom. Longtail was another OnlyPaws performer, one of the bigger male stars known for his tail not being the only long thing. If he was supposed to be here then Sine was really pushing her way back into the scene.

“It's fine Clio, let's get the boudoir photos out off the way first, give him time to show up." Sine said.

The photo-shoot started then and for a time I was too busy to drool over Sine. Jerem snapped photo after photo as Sine moved gracefully from one pose to another. I was on the lights,, dialing things in and controlling all the nerdy computer stuff behind it all. At one point Jerem had me change the lenses n one of his cameras and it wasn't until it took me four attempts to line it up to the camera's body that I realized how badly my hands were shaking. Jerem tutted, surely the muscles in his eyes must be tired from rolling so much by now?

I couldn't help it, Sine was incredible. Every pose was perfect at showing off her perfect body; an arm under her breasts, pushing them up to so that they looked even larger than they already were. Legs wide open, eyes inviting, fingers lightly touching herself through her panties. She laid down on the chaise, head over the curved arm, mouth open, a line of saliva just barely visible between her open lips. When she got down on her knees and started to undo her bra I was ready to burst.

“You fucking what!? The fuck do you mean you can't show?"

I was saved from embarrassing myself and needing new pants by Clio screaming into her phone. She snapped the old style flip phone closed so aggressively that I was surprised it didn't snap in her hand. Sine stopped, holding her bra to her breasts. She looked as shocked as the rest of us. What the hells was going on?

“Clio! What's wrong?" She sprung to her hooves, snapping her bra back on. To my shame I felt just the smallest bit of disappointment.

“Fucking Longtail! Fucking lazy piece of shit. He said he can't-“ She stopped, remembering that it wasn't just her and Sine. “Ahem, sorry. Longtail can't fu- won't be coming. He''s 'busy' apparently."

“What! We need him for this! Is there anyone else we can get on a short notice? What about Mane Adonis?"

“He's overseas. There's no one else available, we managed to schedule this with Longtail at the last minute as it was. Fuck! Why is it so hard to find a cock?"

Shit, this wasn't going well. I looked at Jerem who looked just as confused as me. What the heck do we do now? We were already here and set up, if we had to cancel it now it'd be a pain, not to mention a loss for Jerem.

“Don't look at me ladies, mine's a little old to be on camera." Jerem joked, trying to ease the sudden tension. Sine laughed, but Clio… Clio was looking at me with a smile that reminded me of an animal looking at it's prey.

“Jerem, do you mind if we borrow your assistant? Don't worry, I'm sure he'll enjoy it."

“Wait. What do you want with me?" I asked. I had an idea of what it was but I couldn't believe it. Didn't want to believe it in case I was wrong.

I've always hated being disappointed.

“We'll pay you a performer's fee. Don't worry, all you have to do is take off your pants and stand for a few photos. Maybe take a few as well. No penetration, maybe some touching at most. It sure doesn't look like you'll have trouble filling the part." Her eyes looked down at my crotch, where the bulge in my pants was very obvious.

“I won't force him." Jerem laughed, “What do you say Laarq? Want to try being on the other side of the camera?"

I looked from him to Clio to Sine. She was smiling at me, eyebrow cocked and inviting. Could I really do this? Could I show Kesa Hartwyll, the hottest woman on the planet my cock? Could I let her touch it?

Of course I fucking could.

“I'm in."

It took a few minutes for Clio to get me prepared, she had me take off my clothes, keeping just my boxers on. Sine took a moment to get a drink and take a break before we began. I tried not to let her see how excited I was; need to stay calm and professional. Before I was just helping out, now if I screwed up I would be directly making her career worse. I cared too much about that career to let myself fuck it up.

“Okay, are you sure you're ready for this? Remember, no touching unless we say, listen to Sine's instruction and, if you feel it's too much for you little boy don't fucking cum on her. It takes too long to clean out." Clio was deadly serious, her eyes rooting me in place. I had to admit, I had been at a little worried about that. I was no shrinking virgin but it had been a while and it was Kesa Harwyll; I'd certainly imagined cumming for her before.

“Got it. What, uh, what do I do first?"

“Stand behind the chaise, I'll sit in front, one arm around my neck and one hand on my…" I know what she after that, at least part of my brain did. The other part was lost in the splendor of her bare breasts on full display. She had shed the bra, pert nipples exposed, pale pink against the white and tawny fur, I had never noticed before how fine the fur was, in the hay light I could just make out the darker skin of an areola beneath.

“Hello, Laarq? Anyone home?"

I shook my head clear, reluctantly wrenching my eyes away from her chest. Sine rolled her eyes and went to the lounge, sitting down and waiting for me. This was really happening, Was I about to wake up sweaty and covered in my own cum like a horny teenager? The lingering smell of Sine's perfume and the intense stare from Clio told me otherwise.

Time to do this.

I shakily walked over to Sine and the lounge. I took position behind her and carefully leaned over. She and the lounge were short enough I had to stoop a little as I wrapped on arm around her neck, resting my fingers on her opposite shoulder. She reached up and took my other hand, slowly guiding it over my breast.

“It's okay, you can touch. No need to worry, this isn't my first time." She whispered.

To my shame I moaned a little as I let my fingers sink into the flesh of the her breast, she was so soft! And so warm! No bag of sand here, her flesh felt like a luxurious pillow, the fine fur beneath my fingers smoother than any silk. I felt her nipple between my fingers and I very gently gave it a little tug.

“Easy there, just hold onto it and let your boss get to work."

Jerem winked at me from behind the camera and snapped a few shots. I had never realized how bright some of the flashes could be. I knew my face wasn't in frame so I could look away but Sine had to keep her eyes dead on the came and maintain one of her perfectly sultry smiles. I kept myself as still as I could while I squeezed her breast and tried to keep my forearm from choking Sine. Despite that Jerem still tutted and insisted he take a few extra shots, just to get it perfect.

“You can let go now. We need you around the other side now." Sine put her hand on mine and gently pulled it away from her chest. I tried not to show how reluctant I was as I let go of her and stood back. I followed her around to the front of the lounge and stood awkwardly while she conferred with Clio and Jerem as to what was next.

I thought it was fine until I saw Jerem choke back a snort of laughter.

“What's going on? Is something wrong? " I asked, had I looked stupid? Had I done soothing wrong?

“Don't worry, everything's fine. I just realized that I'm about to see far more of you than I ever thought I would."

Shit he had a point there did that mean I had to…

“Alright Laarq, jocks off. We'll get a few waist down shots first then maybe some POV ones." Clio said, looking over at Sine with a wry smile, “At least we don't have to explain the camera to this one."

I gulped, I was already only wearing my black boxers, the bulge in them obscenely obvious but if I wasn't rock hard around a nearly naked Kesa Hartwyll I'd be checking myself into a hospital. Fuck it, would I ever get a chance like this again?

I pulled my boxers off so fast I almost fell over. Jerem snorted and even Sine giggled a little. But it was done, there I was, naked as the day I was born in a room with two women, one very gay Otter-kin and lots of cameras.

“Well, well, your certainly not lacking the right asset for this job." Sine said.

“Thanks?"

She flicked her yellow eyes down to my groin. I was as hard as I'd ever been, my knot swollen, tender. I tried to act cool but there a few things in the world less obnoxious than an erect penis around a woman. There was no hiding how badly part of me wanted to be there.

“I'm going to kneel down now, I will be touching you, alright?" She caught my gaze then, her look strong enough to pull my eyes away from her breasts that I could still feel the warmth of of my hand, “Warn me if I'm about to make you cum, okay?"

She dropped to her knees, her “business" face on, all pleading eyes and open mouth. Jerem started snapping photos, I felt a single fingernail against the base of my cock's head It became the warmth of a fingertip, then a finger until she had her whole hand wrapped around me. I did my best to stifle the groan of pleasure that ripped through me. When I felt her whole hand reached down and envelop my swollen knot it took all of my willpower not to cum from just that.

“That's perfect! Couple more like that Sine! Maybe open your mouth, really give the kid the whole show!" Jerem laughed from behind his camera. I didn't even have time to get mad at him. Once I looked down and saw Sine, mouth open, tongue out and just inches away from my cock I forgot all about him. She looked beautiful, even better than in any video or photo I'd see before. Her eyes bored into me, I knew part of it was her “act" but it really did seem like she was begging me, desperate for me to wrap my fingers through her hair, to wrench her head forward and fill her throat with my cock. How good would that feel? How much better would it be to cum down her throat? To hold her in place as my body surged and I poured my seed into her?

The thought was too much, I started to pull away, every vein on my cock bulging. The tide of pleasure was too strong, soaring past the edge, straining at the dam until it leaked. I did leak, a string of clear pre-cum dripping from my head. Jerem, faster than I'd seen hi move before, switched to a camera with a close up lens, leaning in as Sine smiled and let it drip onto her finger, her lidded eyes and crooked smile the very picture of seduction. She brought the finger to her lips smiling at the camera and slowly licked every last part of it off her finger. She shivered and moaned so quietly that only I could hear it. My head spun, had she liked that? How much of that was an act and how much was her really wanting more?

“I think we can skip the POV shots Sine. The poor kid looks like he's about to burst." Clio's voice snapped me out of my stupor and I staggered over o the chaise, dropping bonelessly into, hands to my groin futilely trying to cover myself. That had really just happened, Kesa fucking Hartwyll had tasted me and liked it. Goddess above, I would never need porn again, just that memory could sustain a thousand hand made orgasms.

“Clio, put Laarq down as one of my performer contacts. He lives nearby, knows his way around the cameras, an anyone Jerem employs must be more reliable than men like Longtail" Sine said. Clio stopped and shook her head with an exasperated sigh. “If that's alright with Laarq of course." She turned to me with a smile, and a body, that I would never forget.

“What do you say? Want to see even more of me next time?"