How long has it been? You look at the clock on your phone and see that it’s currently March 12th, 1:13 a.m. The room’s fairly quiet. Light from the moon seeps in through the cracks of the window curtains. The TV’s going on with some late-night infomercials. You could switch over to Netflix but the late-night white noise makes you comfortable. Not enough to get any sleep however.

You wonder how many sleepless nights you’ve been through in the last few weeks now. Was it a lack of food? Not really. You’ve been careful with what you’ve been eating and trying to stay healthy. Stress? Well, not getting any gig lined up is bound to do something to you. Plus, you’ve been looking around and putting in e-mails to a few of your past clients, sounding as polite as possible. 

	“We’re currently not looking for photo shoots at the moment. Thank you for looking into us again for future endeavors!”

That was the general reply from the bulk of the emails. Some of them are professional. Some a bit on the personal and kinder side. A few of them were rougher, however. You’ve been in the business for a few years and are used to that kind of language on occasion. Still, doesn’t mean it doesn’t sting every now and then when you get it. Just thinking it over in the dark makes you release a heavy sigh.

	“Well if I can’t sleep, might as well get my ass up and do something else.” you reason. You always hated just hanging around, not doing anything if you could help it. It doesn’t sit right with you. 

You just have to be doing something. That’s one of the reasons you became a professional photographer. You could snap those moments of action and share them for all to see. The timing, the lighting, the direction. You have a seemingly endless drive to capture them. Those perfect moments were something beautiful to you; it made all the failures before worth it in your eyes. Sometimes, you’d of course had to bend to your clients’ desires. But perhaps because of that, you’ve gained a reputation for doing good work. 

Flipping the lights on, you get out of bed, waking up what bits of your body that finally managed to get some rest in the process. For a second, you think about taking your phone with you but decide not to. You’ve been looking at your emails far too often, even though you still have a flood or replies to go through. They are mostly the personal emails of previous jobs that you reached out to. 

	‘Maybe I’ll get a hit or two from that.’ You think back to your advertisement on some of the old websites you used to frequent back when you were searching for work. You had to use a pseudonym, mainly to avoid getting harassed by those trying to “protect” their little place from big names taking over. The thought made you roll your eyes in disgust.

You shake your head, ‘Alright, enough of that for now. Time to be productive or something.’

It’s a short trip. Right out of your room, down the hall to the staircase that leads up to the attic. Turning on the lights, you feel a slight wash of shame come over you as you see the mess of old and somewhat new contents. “New” being generous, probably five or six years old at least. 

Where to begin? You look around and see how many packaged boxes you have stuffed around. The room actually would’ve looked nice if you remove the dusty boxes and cobwebs that’d gathered around. Maybe once you clean it up you can turn this into a small studio or something. Good window placement, decent walking space… 

	“Alright. Calm your tits. One thing at a time here,” you remind yourself, “first let’s see about getting this junk all sorted.” With a crack of your knuckles and a few stretches, you get to work moving the boxes while trying not to inhale too much aged dust.

The entire time you’re working, you find yourself being flooded with memories of some of the old contents of the boxes. The smell of aged cardboard reminds you a bit of your time back home. It makes you feel comfortable and even brings a smile to your face. 

While the dust is a bit too much at some points, you aren’t gonna just wait to fall asleep in bed. You can play some games but you’re hellbent on getting this chore done. Besides, you promised yourself you’d get it done months and months ago. Even if it was when you were busy with your job…

Moving around helps get you the blood flowing and ease your erratic mind. As much as you enjoy it, you can’t help but stop to look through some of them. You’ll only worry about taping them up later. A few of them are just old junk and clothes. You do enjoy looking at your old high school clothes, though—enough to sheepishly try one on. It feels one size too small, threatening to rip apart if you moved too fast while wearing it.

	“I don’t know if I should be happy I grew or not.” you laugh at yourself. You weren’t packing on the pounds; you had a bit of a growth spurt right after leaving college. You’ve been taking care of yourself, building some decent muscles. 

Taking off the shirt and placing it back where it came from, a box labeled ‘Photos’ catches your eyes. 

	“No way!” you exclaim. Opening it like a Christmas present, you find the first couple of pictures you ever took when you were getting serious about photography. Memories flow back into your mind like a river. Below the stacks was your old camera. A cheap little model, barely worth forty dollars back then when you bought it. It was weak, didn’t have a decent lens and constantly got dirty, needing to be cleaned up. 

Yet, you loved the now broken piece of plastic. The day it broke, so did your heart. 

You don’t even realize you’d gone back to your room until you pulled it out of the box. Sitting on the edge of your bed, you caress the broken camera in your hands. Almost no dust is on it and the familiar feel of the grip on the side cracks you up: way too bulky and easy to slip out of your hand with your griping style or for more dramatic movements. You put the camera down on the counter beside your bed and pick up the pictures you took with it.

Some of them were really cheesy. A few pictures of your stuffed animals and your toys that you had a long time ago. There were even some selfies of you mugging at the camera. You were glad some of these hadn’t seen the light of day. As cheesy as they were, they made you feel happy. If not for them, you’d probably way worse in terms of skill. Though when you figured out the grayscale filter on the camera, you went through your “emo” phase.

	“Oh god!” you chuckle. Some of the grayscale pictures made you cringe slightly: candles, bowls of fruit, your family home, your room… It made you feel humble over your beginnings. You can remember the moment you took each photo, down to the exact date. You’re about to investigate through more of the photos when you get an alert on your phone. 

Against your own promise, you dusted off your hands and picked up your phone, checking your emails. It's titled “Nude Photo Shoot?”. You’re no stranger to the request. Men, women, singles, couples or those with particular fetishes would call you up and ask you to take them. Naturally, these were mostly under the table to keep up your professional image, even though it’s somewhat the norm. You didn’t mind them. In your eyes, the body in and of itself is a beautiful thing and deserved to be captured in all shapes and forms. 

The email read as such:

“Dear Mr. [REDACTED] , 

My client has been looking for someone as skillful as you to take some rather lewd pictures of her with her home as the backdrop for future works. She’d prefer to meet you in person in the designated location in the attachment to the email. Not out of disrespect but she’d rather keep this under the table until you meet. 

At her prime she was very high profile and well known. I’d love to be more specific but that is all she wanted me to say for now. If you choose to accept, simply reply back and I can send you the following email detailing where to meet her at your earliest convenience. 

Finally, she’s offered the following price for your hard work and more should it be to her standards.”

When you look at the numbers that followed, you have a hard time not flailing around like a lunatic. If this gig goes as well as you hope, you won’t have any worries for a good long while.

“If this is an adequate compensation and the rules are fine in your book, I hope we may hear back from you soon. Until then, have a wonderful evening.

Kind regards, 
Axel F. Avias.”

You immediately reply back in a professional yet friendly tone, happy to work with your future client. You wonder who it was and want to inquire further but you don’t want to come off as rude and want to respect their wishes. As you hit ‘send’, you feel an overwhelming sense of relief come over you. You aren’t in dire need of money but being busy and working is more your style. 

It was twenty minutes to two. In under an hour you went from worried to nostalgic to relaxed. Instead of going back to bed, you go back through your old pictures. There’s a picture of you jamming out to your Walkman, back when you found the timer function for the first time. Your eyes light up as you feel a memory hit you like a train. Running back upstairs, you quickly find a box filled with old CD’s. Blowing the dust off them as you look them over, below them is your treasured player, well preserved and a pack of batteries carefully taped to it, a gift from your past self.

Tons of old rock, grunge, ska and indie artists you loved! Music that you straight up forgot existed for a while. It wasn’t until you found the little pop section that you felt your heart melt. 

	“My Mina Mongoose collection…” you pulled out the pop star’s peerless and positive music. She was one of the best singers you knew. Even bigger than the BeastStreet Boiz and PaPupRappa. She just had this power in her voice that captured you. Back then you were a little afraid to show your support for her, in fear of being mocked by your friends, even when she was starting to fall off the charts. But it didn’t stop you from buying all you could with what money you could save up. 

You pick up the last album she released before retiring. By then, she’d grown out of the cute teen phase to more of an adult, aiming for a sexier image. Her dances grew more provocative, her vocals huskier. Then you remembered the reason this album was her last. Her whole “sex sells” business model made her the bane of every parent overnight. 

The controversy exploded in just a few weeks after she released the album, when news broke out that some copies included what was referred to at the time as “raw nudes”. It turned out to be a stunt to boost sales, with only 100 of the “nudes” hidden in the millions of records made. You bought a couple in hopes of finding one, but when you heard she was retiring, it tore your heart out, so much so that you couldn’t bring yourself to listen to the music.

Until now.

Unwrapping the sealed plastic, you opened the rather large case for the CD and placed it in your old player, having replaced the long dead batteries with the fresh pair you planted years ago. Putting the earphones on and closing your eyes, you hit play. 

Mina’s last soundtrack. 

It starts out slow. Not the upbeat pop jam you remembered but something much more akin to R&B. Yet the bassline subtly picks up. Along with it, the tune steadily rises in tempo, blending some of that energy in her old tunes you knew all too well. Without even needing to try, you found the groove and started humming along. The passion in her performance was as grand as you expected, maybe even more. 

You look down at the cover. A rear view of Mina in her signature outfit standing proudly on stage, turning her head towards the viewer, showing off her fully matured body. The title “NEW DAY” was printed on the distant sky in the most eye-catching font possible. When you tilt the case, you see something fall out of it. It can’t be a note to yourself; the case was freshly unwrapped. 

You unfold it to see that you hit the jackpot so many years ago without even knowing it.

One of the fabled Mina nudes. You never really looked into what they looked like but man… you are struck hard. There she is, in front of a dark gray canvas, sitting on the ground all curled up, showing her left profile. One emerald eye closed and the other looking straight at the camera with a smile that was one-part innocent and one-part devious, fully expressing that adult charm. Her flowing purple hair falling down her back. Her silver earrings gleaming. All adorned a curvy body of mellow gold fur.

Most exceptional of all, she’s completely in the nude but with no naughty bits showing off. She looked like an erotic angel. Something out of every (adult) superfan’s dream.

You find yourself putting it on the wall adjacent to your bed, using one of the spare frames you have on hand. While a little too big, it’s just right for the poster. With that done, you continue to jam to her music as you finish sorting and organizing your attic. Old junk going downstairs, the rest into your room to look through later. 

The whole time, you hold the Walkman in one hand, not daring to put it down or tear yourself away from the music. Every new track sheds new light on her. Hip hop, funk, jazz and even hard rock. She challenged her perception and made something new. 

	“I can’t believe I never listened to this.” It’s like finding a gem hidden right under your nose. 

By the time you finish, it’s seven past three. Satisfied, you decide to head to bed. After double-checking to make sure the lights are off up- and downstairs, you go back to your room. You let out a heavy yawn, feeling drowsy as the music seems to grow more relaxed to your feelings. It becomes soothing and calm. Laying in bed, you turn to look at Mina. 

Her slender body, her cute charms. The gentle voice of hers playing in your ears… 

A hand slowly travels down below as you look at her. Your erect member throbbing painfully as you imagined the sweet words playing for you and only you. After applying a generous amount of lotion, you close your eyes and imagine you and her together. You’d occasionally glimpse at the poster just to see her beautiful emerald eyes again before going back to your fantasy.

The smooth feeling of her beautiful fur. The lavender scent of her hair. That gorgeous voice calling out to you. She whispers your name, over and over. 

The song you’re still listening to filled your head with all the adult imagery she was going for. Her smooth voice was the all you’d want to hear in those intimate minutes together. The feelings you held for her felt so intense and visceral, you’re almost afraid of them. But it doesn’t stop you as you feel yourself getting closer and closer. The final image in your head is of her handling your throbbing seven inches of pride, begging you with those gorgeous emerald eyes to give your essence all over her body.

Quickly grabbing some tissues you have on hand, you can't stop yourself from moaning out her name as you fill them with plenty of your affections for her. Even that doesn’t turn out to be enough. You admit you’ve been a little too focused on your job to take care of yourself or your body’s sexual needs. With your heart still racing and the music gently dying down, you go to the bathroom take care of the mess. When you come back, you can’t stop admiring Mina’s figure still looking at you slyly from the poster. The fan of her inside you reawakened with it and the music.

As you lay back down in bed, you take the headphones off and place them along with the CD player on your nightstand. You feel excited at the prospect of working again. Not to mention finding some lost treasury of music from your past and an even rarer piece of pop music history. It takes no time at all for you to ease into a satisfying night of rest.

March 13th, 11:09 AM

The following morning you feel good about yourself. Confident even. Although this is a professional job, you choose to dress more relaxed since this is being done under the table.

A nice dark blue floral printed dress shirt. Light gray slacks with a black dress belt and a pair of white sneakers to tie it all together. It’s a bit on the flashier side but you don’t have any doubts about yourself and want to show your client you’re not all business. Plus, you’d be lying if you say you don’t feel as good as you think you look.

In your reply, you scheduled to meet up with your client the very next day. The fast reply was unexpected but a welcome one if their message back to you was any kind of indication. You waste no time getting ready. 

You make sure to eat a hearty breakfast, expecting to be out all day, and lock the door behind you as you drive off to the client’s home. You live in a slightly closed off neighborhood and they aren’t too far from you; just over an hour or so drive out from the city in fact. You’ve become somewhat familiar with that region from past jobs. It’s mostly occupied by the more well off with big fancy houses and yards that could be football fields.

	“The Donovans maybe? No, can’t be. They still haven’t gotten over the last time I was there. Kimicks? Too young. Variis? Possible, but they’re not high profile in the sense of the word…”

As you drove down the road, you try to figure out who could have called out to you on your post. Maybe they're some former celebs that don’t want to make a big fuss. You understand. Celebs, cameras and houses don’t exactly mix well in certain situations. 

	“Paparazzies…” You shudder at the mere mention of them. You knew some scumbags personally, especially back when you were starting out. Real nasty creeps. You push it out of your mind. 

You’ve finally struck gold today. You’re working again finally and it's something big. As positive as you are about the job, you can’t help but feel slightly nervous. They didn’t mention their name so you wonder who it could have been. Someone who did something bad? Caught in a scandal? You can spend the whole trip trying to figure it out… Or you can just listen to some music and accept the facts and enjoy yourself. 

Of course, you choose to put on some more of Mina Mongoose's tracks. You want to listen to her last album again but didn’t have a proper way to do so yet. You’ll need to extract the files off the CD later. Surprisingly yet understandably, this album did not show up in any streaming sites. 

Track #7 - ‘Living the Lullaby’ is probably one of your favorites from her now. It's such a slow jam. Her voice came out so gentle, soothing the listener into a gentle sleep, true to its title. The vocals are about the ocean being tucked in for the night, promised of new things to come from her mother, the moon. In retrospect, it was something of a bitter pill to swallow for you. It reminded you how long it's been since she’s released anything.

“Continue down the road and take the first right for the next 2 miles and you will arrive at your destination.” The GPS voice said.

You do as you’re told and in no time flat, you come upon an impressive house. Stone steps, healthy green lawn and a few sports cars that catch your eyes. The house itself is a two-story model, but unlike all the others, it feels more like a home. No expensive or showy pieces on the front porch. It’s big but looks more like a bigger normal home in the suburbs. 

After parking, you double-check to make sure you are in the right address. With that out of the way, you grab your equipment from the trunk and walk over to the front door. You ring the doorbell and wait patiently to meet your mystery client face to face.

As soon as the door opens, you swear your heart skips several beats. 

Standing in front of you is none other than the source of your fan affections from years ago. The pop star sensation that left your heart (and other parts of you) throbbing. The last person you thought about not even twelve hours ago.

Mina Mongoose.

	“Hi there!” she speaks to you in a sing-song tone. “I’m so happy you were willing to come over and take pictures of me! I’ve been looking for someone as good as you for a good while!” For several seconds, you can’t speak, mouth slightly agape as you stare at the singer in front of you. “What's wrong? Chao got your tongue?” she teased you, chuckling. 

	“S-sorry about that! I-I’m just… Well more than a little surprised is all! Y-you’re Mina Mongoose!”

	“Awww, you’re a fan of mine?” she stepped aside, gesturing you to step inside her abode.

	“Of course I am!” You exclaim, following her gesture and going into your favorite pop idol’s home. “You’re one of the best singers I’ve ever heard to this day!” the moment you said that, you found yourself losing balance. “Oh god, I’m so-”

	“Oh don’t even apologize!” she cuts you off with a wave of her hand. “Quite frankly, it warms my heart to hear you’re a fan of my stuff!” 

The two of you approach the living room. The floor is covered in a checkerboard pattern of black and white. The furniture looks like it came right out of a catalog. Expensive but tasteful in your eyes. The staircase leads up to the next floor and there are two other entrances; one to the kitchen, the other to the side porch. 

Your attention however is on the Songooose. The young lady has blossomed into a divine-looking woman. If you didn’t know her, you’d easily assume she is likely in her early twenties, not a few years away from breaking into the thirties. 

Her current outfit didn’t help matters much either. 

She looks like she just now got out of bed. A dark green tank-top with pink outlines that shows off her slim midsection and belly button piercing. Dark gray booty shorts that is so small and thin, you can make out every inch of her developed rear, leaving nothing to the imagination. They rode up so far, you felt confident in betting there’s nothing under there. The swaying motion of her tail is beyond hypnotic. Glancing back up at her chest, you can't help but fix your eyes to the lightly bouncing… melons. That's the only word you can think of to describe them. Every step, even from behind, you caught them moving, no hint of a bra or any support.

Part of you feel dirty rubbernecking, considering what you did with her poster last night; the other half just eggs you on to continue. At least your equipment won’t be the only reason your heart will be racing when you take a break.

	“Y-yeah! I’m a huge fan of your work!” you gasp out, trying to keep some semblance of composure in front of your long-time idol, “I have every album of yours. Your sophomore, Vila-Vila-Vila, was one of the first ones I ever bought. Can’t tell you how many times I listened to that collection back when I heard about you from MTV!”

	“Oh jeez, I hadn’t thought about those tunes in a hot minute! I remember being up for hours working out the lyrics.” she smiles at the memory as she sits down on the dark red luxury couch, once again, gesturing for you to follow her lead. You find yourself sitting down beside her, the two of you talking so… casually. You question if this is a dream but if it is, you don’t want to wake up. Not yet. You just found out the legendary poster is in your possession for over a decade and now you’re working with her? Lady luck is on your side today!

	“Say, what's your favorite album of mine?” she stuck her tongue out at you as you fumble your words, caught off guard by the question. 

	“Well, it's funny you should mention that,” you start out, “I was cleaning out my attic the other day and I found my collection of CDs from back then. And I found your final album.”

	“New Day?!” the surprise in her voice and on her face made you laugh a little.

	“Yup! All wrapped up from right out of the store! I bought two of them that day! But…” you trail off, seeing you’ve brought the conversation to this area. Your smile fades little by little until you continue, unaware of Mina’s expression as you look to the ground. “When I first heard that you retired shortly after It hurt a lot honestly. I came home from a camping trip and heard that as I bought your albums. Your songs really touched me and they still do now. Your music, it's just as beautiful as you are.”

Professionalism left the door a long time ago, you’re just letting her know how you feel about her as a fan. 

	“S-sorry. That got a little heavy all of a sudden.” you laugh it off but feel a gentle hand on your shoulder.

	“Don’t you dare apologize, remember?” you turn to see Mina looking at you with a heart-melting smile. Her emerald green eyes look even more gorgeous in person. Sparkling with life. The same passion you imagine in her expression when she sings. “I’m just thankful you held on to those thoughts of me, even after I was dropped. Thank you!” her gentle hand slides down your arm, only to stop on your hand.

She stands up and gently pulls you off the couch as if you weigh as much as a feather. She beams that same beautiful smile again.

	“Why don’t we get to work, my #1 dedicated fan? I’m still your client so I won’t go easy on you!” she teases.

#1 fan. No. #1 dedicated fan. Hearing her say that to you, face to face… 

It fills you with determination. 

No matter what happens today, you swear on your skills that you’re gonna take the best damn pictures ever!

Of Mina Mongoose…

Naked…

‘Dear god… This is really happening. Chaos above, give me the willpower to keep myself under control.’ 

Mina tells you she wants to use her home as the backdrop for all her photos. Thankfully, that means you don’t need to set up too much in terms of equipment. At most, you’ll need some lighting to offset the natural and indoor lights. 

She shows you the main places she wants you to take her pictures, doubling as a house tour. Even though she had not been active in major music gigs, the residuals from her career likely gave her plenty of funding over the years. And she must've been smart with it if she can pay you such a hefty paycheck. 

Her basement, restroom, bedroom and the back porch looks incredibly comfortable. Not in the sense of some celebrity's place but that of a person's actual home. 

	“So, what have you been up too since you retired?” you ask as you survey the spots in her home.

	“I’ve been working in stocks and investments mostly. Not all of them turned out good but the ones that did have paid off and kept me afloat! That along with my royalties and I’m all set!”

	“Damn, that’s impressive!”

	“If there’s anyone who’s impressive, it's my lawyer! He saved my bacon in all sorts of legal issues!” she laughs, “My label tried to have all my music pulled down but thanks to his work, not only could they not do that but it’d be a breach of contract!”

“Are you kidding me? They really tried to do that?”

“Yup! But Sunny got it all sorted out for me in the end. Now, by law, they must continue sending me checks until I reach the ripe old age of forty! That’s what a kickass lawyer and a judge, who may or may not have been a fan of mine, will do!”

As you listen to the story, you can’t help but appreciate what great lengths that lawyer had gone to. You imagine most folks caving in to tactics like that from a big scary label.

“Good on Sunny! You deserve every cent for your music! I know I got plenty of memories out of every track!” you declare as you inspect her bathroom. You move her curtain out of the way and position it just out of angle so it reveals her for the photoshoot.

As both of you continue, she takes you around, allowing you to inspect the various spots she’d like to take pictures and making any needed adjustments. Closing blinds, opening windows or putting up some extra lights or needed reflectors. It’s just past twelve so natural lighting isn’t an issue of yours to worry about. Any changes in the future, you’d be able to make without a hitch.

“So what about you?” Mina looks at you expectantly.

“Well let’s see. I grew up with a couple of siblings and one day I just found that I loved taking pictures. The thrill of capturing those moments just stuck with me. I ended up opening up picture booth of sorts at school. It's how I earned enough to buying a ton of your merch.” You blush slightly at the reminder of when your mom caught you decorating your room with them. “By the way, your Brilliant StaR poster is all wrapped up and safe if you’re wondering” you tease back.

“Any other ones of mine you have?” Mina looks at you with a sly grin when she sees you flinch.

“W-well I… Remember when I said I had your last album?”

“Yeah?” she lets out a confused reply, before her eyes widen at the realization, “... NO WAY! You got one of them!?” It’s time to fess up.

“Yup. I got one. I unwrapped my album and there it was. I framed it and it was as good as new.” Your heart is racing so hard in your chest, you can feel it all the way to the pit of your stomach.

“I can’t believe it… I heard like half of them got confiscated and burned nearly right out the gate. You think I could see it one of these days?” her tone came off sounding so innocent.

“Sure, I don’t see why not! I mean, it is a picture of you, after all.”

“I’m sure you’ve had some pervy ideas since you got it, right?” you nearly drop one of the reflectors and hear her giggle. “Don’t worry! We’re adults here so it's nothing to be embarrassed about!”

‘Says you! You’re not the one confessing to touching himself to nudes of someone in front of him!’ it took all the bodily control you could muster to keep yourself from overheating in the feverish situation, “I think… Yeah, t-t-this should be everything! Just let me know when you’re ready!’

You see her nod happily before quickly disappearing upstairs. You take deep breaths to calm yourself down as the moment approaches. You set up the tripod, getting it ready for the still shots when they come up. Finally, you pull out your DSLR. Easily over a thousand dollars, it’s nothing but top-notch. Full HD and huge ISO range. Clear cut vision and depth of field with high shutter speed.

… And you’re gonna use it to take pictures of one of the most beautiful women in the world. In the nude. Stand strong. You steel your nerves. Above all else, you’re a photographer! And a damn good one at that! You tell yourself this as a way to keep your focus up. You aren’t going to falter! You aren’t!

“I’m ready!” you hear a yell that brings you out of your own head. You turn around to look upstairs…

… You falter.

You falter hard.

She’s wearing her iconic green gloves and boots from her early performing years. And nothing else.

Her bountiful chest bounces with every step she takes as she descends downstairs, proudly displaying her barbell-pierced nipples. Her golden fur is silky smooth from head to toe. Her thunder thighs are thick and firm, like two pillars supporting the weight above. Not having enough of an eyeful, you carelessly glance down at her crotch.

She’s trimmed. A cute little patch of purple bush, shaped in a heart, in a field of marigold leading to her honey valley.

She enters the living room, arms akimbo, gently swaying her hips from side to side, as if she’s walking down a catwalk. She glimpses at you with a devious grin as you stand dumbfounded with your camera in hand. She walks past you towards the couch, giving you an eyeful of that ass you watched sway earlier, except this time it’s showing all of its golden glory. Big and round with a healthy dose of fat to make it jiggle.

You try to keep yourself from staring but realize it’s hard to do that when it’s a part of your job. Your heart rate picks up so hard, you’re positive her sharp ears can hear it.

Is she toying with you? She must be, right?

“Hope I didn't give you a heart attack!”

“J-just getting the settings all set!” you lie as you pretend to adjust your camera.

She starts out by sitting on the couch, with her legs crossed and hands on her knee, like a proper young lady mixed with a perverted angel. With the sound of your camera’s shutter, the job truly begins. After a few shots from various angles, she changes posture, laying down on her side across the couch, one hand on her hip and the other propping up her head, looking at the camera with an expecting look. You have to get on one knee and get up closer.

Snap. Snap. Snap.

She switches again.

Turning around, she sits on her knees with her back facing the camera, showing off her toned rump in the process, as she turns her head to look at the camera with bedroom eyes. Both gloved hands peeking into view as she wraps her arms around herself in a hug. The waterfall of lilac hair did little to hide the curves of her womanly body.

Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap… For every new pose, you take well over a dozen shots.

“O-okay! Let’s try something a bit more… daring.” Your voice feels locked up but you push on.

Mina looks at you and smiles as she takes the cue. This time, she crawls on all fours on the couch, bending down and resting her head on her arms, raising her behind high up in the air, giving you a front-row view of her plump rump as she waves it around, silently telling you to capture the view.

“How's this for daring?” she winks. All she can hear is the high-speed shutter taking plenty of pictures of her. Just to rub it in, she places a hand on her left cheek, spreading it open and exposing her entrances, before giving it a nice resounding slap. The motion and sounds catch you off guard, then slowly turn you on as she does it again and again until she leaves a nice red mark for your viewing and picture taking pleasures. Through every picture, you’re sure her left check grew darker shades of red until it became the tomato-red spank mark it is now.

Your cock’s been rock-hard since you first saw her naked. And it's only getting more intense as she teases you with every snap.

“That’s nothing but amazing…” you answer, finding it harder to think straight.

“Let’s go to the kitchen this time. I want some prime booby shots!”

“Okay!” you reply, forcing yourself to ignore and hide your painful erection from her view. 

Mina walks over to the counter and you go to the opposite side. She leans down, pressing her heavy chest onto the cold dark linoleum countertop. She places her hands on top of her melons, presenting them like they’re ready for sale, all the while looking at the camera with a playful look on her face. You don’t stop taking your pictures. Every snap, she struck more obscene poses with more sexual imagery, climbing up and down the counter. The light you set up beams across her body, drawing the eye down to every curve she has to offer to the viewer.

	“Let’s move someplace else. The kitchen is nice but there aren’t that many spaces to really pose in,” you instruct her. Previous experience has taught you that the kitchen, while good sometimes, can only do so much.

	“Okay! You are the professional after all! Come on, let’s go upstairs!”

For the next two hours, you two have taken pictures after pictures. If nothing else, you admit she’s dedicated to her work. You move all around the main places she wants to take her shots. As you take pictures, the vocal artist took your advice to be ‘more daring’ to heart.

In the bathroom, she takes a light shower and looked at the camera with increasing levels of explicitness. First, a side glance as she raised her head to the shower head. Her hands slid across her soaked body, daring to slither between her legs before going someplace else and striking another series of provocative poses. Before she dries herself up for the next spot, she winks at the camera and blows a kiss your way. A perfect send off to the private show.

The attic is much more casual. The place is lined with books, albums from the past and even some of her own collectibles. On one of the bookshelves, one thing to catch your eye is a chrome-plated mic from her debut concert, preserved like a trophy.  Here, she mostly struts around naked, doing normal activities; brushing her still slightly wet hair, reading some books, enjoying some candy or simply looking out the window.

The window shots in particular makes her seem so innocent. The afternoon sun shines behind her as you took the photos. Maybe you just caught it by chance, but at that moment, the natural glow in her eyes backed with the sunlight made her look so gorgeous yet mischievous. Like a predator ready to jump on its prey.

The bedroom.

There’s no doubt in your mind that someone out there is testing your resolve today. The golden mongoose used an assortment of items in her private abode for her photos. Laying in bed, she dials the explicitness right back to 11 with all the provocative poses, even spreading her privates open before you with a few teasing fingers, letting you capture a perfect close-up her pink cavern. 

Out of nowhere she pulls out one of her toys: a modest purple vibrator. With no hint of shame or fear of judgement from you, she goes right into the best part. Licking it in the least subtle way possible; getting on all fours with one hand holding the toy behind her juicy peach, threatening to push it in; or posing as if she’s about to ride it right in front of you… She doesn’t turn it on or use it but your imagination does all the work for you. It’s heaven for you to watch but hell that you can’t relieve yourself from the sexual torture.

Finally, after a small break and some more small talk, you both move back to the living room couch for more shots.

“How are you feeling, Mina?” you ask out of courtesy as you stand back up, being mindful to hide your excitement from her.

“I’m feeling awesome! Things are only gonna get better from here!” she beams at you. She’s so cute and innocent but at the same time, you’ve seen her in all kinds of obscene poses with sultry looks. “Ready?”

“Yup, all set on my end!”

Mina gives you a sexually charged wink before getting on the couch on her elbows and knees, giving you another perfect view of her magnificent ass.

“Make sure you have a good shot of my back from above!” she orders. Clearing your throat, you move behind her, taking careful note not to bump her with your excitement. Looking up at you with those emerald green eyes, she shoots the camera another smile.

Sudden silence fills the room as she slowly backs up into the tip of your tent. She grinds further into you, forcing you to feel her sweet body heat. No way to hide your shock from her action, you just close your eyes and enjoy the moment, letting pleasure steer your actions. She looks at you with those alluring gentle bedroom eyes once again.

“Mmmhhh, you feel good…”

“M-Mina?” you stammer out.

“You should know, you’re not the first photographer I’ve been with like this… All the others were always so… boring! Either they didn’t play with me or wouldn’t let me have fun for too long. And the pictures were so bad! But you…” she gets up and turns around, holding your face with her hands and pressing her jugs against your chest, “you’re better than the rest in every way. You’re a big fan of mine and not afraid to be a man in front of me.”

Mina bends down to face the thick bulge. She pulls your belt off, unzips your pants, and unlocks the weapon inside. She holds your seven-inch sword right up against her cheek, making a sweet playful expression.

“Let’s make some adult pictures together.” The sultry request is the final straw. You adhere to her request without a second thought. Her sexual pose with your mast in hand. Her lust-filled eyes… Your shutter snaps multiple times in the blink of an eye, capturing the salacious pose of the two of you together.

“Anything you want Mina.” A weight lifted off your shoulders, you’re more than eager to make good on her request.

Mina opens her mouth, enveloping your tip. With your camera still in hand, you take shot after shot until you feel her tongue dragging across your opening. For the time being, you put your camera away and just savor the moment, like she’s savoring you. You let out a groan that’s been building up inside you for Chaos knows how long. You feel her gloved hand lightly stroking part of your shaft as she alternates between licking or sucking on the end of your prepared meat.

“You like this?”

“Heck yeah!” you gasp.

“Don’t hold back, okay? Let me show you what a singer can do…” The subtle threat sets your imagination off with ideas after ideas. You pushed them all to the side and let her put on the show. You watch in anticipation as she takes you in. First two inches. Then five. Soon all seven inches of pride finds its way right into her tight throat. You put a hand on her head as she slowly pulls you out, only to bring you back inside.

“F-fuck me that’s amazing! How’d-”

Mina just looks up at you with a sultry glance as she deepthroats you again and again. No gagging or hesitation on her part. Every time, she comes down to your crotch, she buries her cute button nose into it. She takes your free hand and places it on her head with the other. Looking up to you to take the hint. And you take it. Hard.

You feel her smiling around you before you grab her head and slowly but surely start fucking her throat on the couch. You start slow, making sure not to be too rough. But she taps your butt, telling you to go harder. And you do.

Like a wild animal, you start humping, digging into the back of her throat rougher every time you pull back. Over and over, her squishy throat clenches around you. Throwing your head back, you give her vocals a good workout. Her lilac hair feels so silky smooth between your fingers as you thrust into her throat, feeling her sweet moan rumble around your cock. All you concentrate on are your grunts and the squelching of her throat and occasional moans.

Your balls tighten up as you hold out, wanting to make the throat job just a little longer but you give in to your needs. You pull her all the way back to the tip, meeting her eyes for a moment before sliding balls deep into her throat and letting go. Every throb forces her to swallow your thick seed, a repeat performance of what you did to her in your dreams last night. Mina pulls back, freeing your cock as you fire a few more shots across her face, with both of her hands under her chin catching the seeds flowing down. When you finally finish, her face is a nice glazed mess.

“Mmm, so tasty!” she said, scooping some cum into her mouth with her fingers. Once again, you can’t believe this is real. You grab your camera and take a few shots of the erotic display. Her messy hair, her cum soaked face and gloves. Mina flashes you a smile, sticking her tongue out to show some of the remnants of your cum on it before swallowing it.

You captured it all.

“Thanks!” you expected to feel like the soul was sucked out of you. On the contrary, you feel even more lively as you stare at the sensual singer cleaning away the rest of your essence.

“Wow! And you’re still hard! Most of the others go soft after just that and stop there!” Mina stares at your still throbbing cock in wonder. “You really are a dedicated fan!” she turns around once again, grinding against your shaft. “Now show me how much you love your dear pop star crush!”

You strip off the rest of your clothes and place the camera within arm’s reach.

The heat coming off her body feels like the sun. Burning yet comforting. You grab hold of her junk, line yourself up along her wet lips and gently increase the pressure until you finally slide in. Both of you grasp from the size and tightness between you.

“Fuck!” she curses, “I needed some like you for so long…!” You see her hands grasp at the couch. You meet her sparkling jade eyes as you slowly sink in. Every tight inch deeper inside, further and further until you bottom out. 

“Ahn!” she bursts out, body trembling as if an electric shock has just gone through, “Right there!”

You want to forget working and just have her all to yourself… but your pride won’t allow it. With a shaky hand you grab your camera and take a few pictures, using the auto stabilizer function to keep the pictures from looking blurry.

“God you’re beautiful.” you muster in between thrusting and the sound of your shutter going off.

“And I’m all yours today, baby… Make this Songoose sing!”

You sit down on the couch, letting Mina straddle across you. She reaches behind to caress your head as you take her from below. In a daring move, you turn her head to face you and kiss her on the lips. You feel her tighten up around you as she deepens the kiss, sliding that sinful tongue into your mouth. Your hands find her chest, giving the marshmallow-soft mammaries a series of squeezes, feeling the hard metal of her piercings on her nipples.

Your hips make a pleasant plapping sound as they strike each other. Her generous ass jiggles against you with every impact. You run your hand over her stomach, feeling the taut muscles rising and falling with every gasping breath between kisses. You feel her arms and body pull away from your grasp as she changes to a more seductive pose on the couch.

Laying down, her legs splay about with her arms outstretched to you, inviting you to come to her. Light sweat began to form on her body, making it shine brighter in the sunlight. You take the gorgeous photo in front of you, forever wanting to remember that burning desire in her eyes. Placing the camera off to the side again, you get back to the action. You crawl on top of her body, placing kisses along the way, starting from her stomach and up to her breasts, on which you give a good hard suckle to draw out a few moans from her, before you make contact with her sugary sweet soft lips. She embraces you, holding you tight as your rod finds its way back into her honey pot.

Running your hands along her golden fur, you hear cute giggles and squeaks of surprise as you tickle her. Once again, you both find a rhythm that’s perfect for you two. Her thick legs wrap around you, locking you in as your hips do all the work. Back and forth, push and pull. Mina’s moans play a perfect song into your ears. Every note makes your aching cock grow stronger and your hips faster. For a few brief moments, you feel her strong legs pulling you forward, keeping you in place as you swirl your hips, hitting parts of her insides at angles she doesn’t expect.

“Aaahhhh…!” For a few seconds, she goes stiff in your arms and her grip tightens considerably. Her pants grow more rapid and she let out what you can only describe as a swooning moan as her insides pulsate around your cock. “Don’t stop! Keep going!” she begs.

You buckle down and give Mina all you have left. You turn her around, pin her upper body down while keeping her ass raised. Using the new position, you strike at her sweet spot from behind again. Still mid-climax, she jumps and twitches around you as you crash down into her again and again.

“I’m not your #1 fan without reason!” you surprise yourself with the boast, punctuating it with a balls deep stroke that makes her whine.

“You’re my number 1! You’re my number 1!!” her voice quivers as she repeats the line over and over. She tries to bury herself into the couch cushions to hide the red flush on her face and the obvious want in her eyes, but it's all for nothing.

All five of your senses are in heaven. Sweat has built up between the two of you, making the sexual music of your bodies all the more audible. The smell of hormones between you clouds your mind. The sight of the beautiful singer under your body drives you close to the edge.

“I’m getting close!” you warn her, growling into her ear as you bite back the desire to explode inside.

“All over me! Shoot it all over me again!” she howls as you pull out of her.

Mina wiggles her trembling buns, begging you to give it a healthy coating of your bitter, salty cream. Your hand is a blur of motion as you aim at her smooth back and let loose a torrent of seed that rivals the first from your prior blowjob. Thick ropes rain down onto her, some getting into her hair unfortunately, but otherwise your aim is on point as you glaze her perky cheeks. The pearly white streaks stand out pleasantly from her golden body, proof that you’ve had the honor of bedding her.

You slap her soaked ass with your slowly limping cock a few times, splashing the remnants of cum between her cheeks before you grab your camera.

“Say cheese!” you both share a laugh as Mina looks back at the camera and gives you and the camera a peace sign, a show of victory for the both of you.

You capture the scene of her on all fours, naked on the couch, covered in sweat and glazed in your still warm cum. Her face is a mix of sexual relief and satisfaction. That perfect moment, captured on camera…

The following hours is something out of your fantasies. You and Mina continue to take a few extra pictures and fool around some more into the late evening. After washing up, you offer to just keep the pictures for her own use, free of charge. Surprisingly, she fusses you out, saying that you deserve all the payment and more. After calming her down, you head back home positively radiating from your experience with her.

And pay you she did!

You won’t have to worry about money troubles it seems.

In the following days, you keep in contact with each other. Your talks range from normal talks about what the other is up to to straight-up phone sex. Afterwards, you email her all the pictures you took, numbering well over a couple hundred. Many of them are duplicates but the in-betweens work well enough to stand on their own.

It's been well over a month since that fateful session. Work has picked up considerably since then and your time to talk with her has slowed down a little.

On your day off, however, you get a mysterious package. You open it up to find what looks like a flashlight in one smaller box. The other item in question is an adult magazine of all things called Sweet Seductions. The name is familiar. One of the oldest adult magazines you know of and still functioning. Mostly due to the fact that almost none of the models in the pages are seen anywhere in the nude. The cover picture is dark, with only the title on a darkened photo of a woman pressing her finger against her lips.

You flip to the first page and a smile grows across your face.

Mina Mongoose: Metamorphosis

Those are the words you see across the first page with the picture of the former pop star sitting on her couch. Page after page, you see the pictures you’ve taken of her on full display and in high-resolution. Towards the end, you find her laying on all fours on the couch, directly viewed from above—the last picture before you gave her face and her backside a healthy coating of protein.

Across her ass, there’s a message written by pen: Check the last page ;)

You turn to it and see a post-it note on the inside of the back cover. It reads:

“Hi [REDACTED]! I wanted to wait until it was official but you’re looking at the new spokesperson of Sweet Seductions! My cute ass is gonna be modeling for them exclusively! And a good model needs an even better photographer! Thanks to the pics you sent me, they hired me right then and there! We’ll be working together from now on and be all kinds of close! See you soon <3 !

PS: check the corner of the back cover for an encrypted message ;)!”

You felt good before reading that but now your heart is fluttering. You’d be working with your favorite singer now turned adult model. 

You turn to the back cover, which is just plain black with a barcode and nothing else. No message in sight. Confused, you grab the flashlight and turn it on, seeing a strange purplish light instead of a normal one—it’s a blacklight. Shining it on to the back cover, a link on the top-left corner appeared to you. Pulling up your computer, you enter it and find yourself on a webpage filled to the brim with dirty pictures of Mina. A lot of them are amateurish or straight-up bad.

In a second, the page changes and all the poorly done pictures are replaced with your much better photos, along with some that are not yours.

“Well… I’ve been working plenty as of late. A little bit of personal pleasure won’t hurt a bit.”

Grabbing your headphones, you put on Mina’s last album, having digitized it and put it on your computer. As her voice fills your mind, you take a moment to enjoy where your life is headed. You see her sweet emerald eyes again as you begin to settle in.

You’ve more than earned it.