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A disgusted look was probably set on my features, and trust me, I’m doing my best to get rid of it, but it’s just so hard! This photo shoot, no, Marcie in general, is just a disturbing and disgusting person. It makes me question why I even decided to keep this job.Because her brother is really attractive and you really want the money, Dalton.

I raised my camera to my face, clicking away as long as her full body was in the shot, not caring about how the shadow would roll off of her or how the lighting would accent any part of her body. It was quite obvious that she didn’t care about any of the little details, just as long as she was the center of attention. All I have to do is please her and I get paid, and the way to please her is to let her be herself, taking ugly pictures that even I wouldn’t support. I have to remember to tell Mel not to give me any credit at her party. I don’t want people to know that I had a part in the production of these pictures. It’s just disgraceful!

A picture that could carry so much class and be so beautiful looks slutty and loose, sending off both the wrong vibe from the person the picture is of and the wrong message to young ones who idolize her, wanting to be like her when they grow up. What’s the problem with today’s youth?

She’s sitting on a pile of white cushions, her naked body wrapped in nothing but a white sheet that was specifically placed to look like it sprouted from the cushions. Her face was overly done in makeup, her lips an obnoxious bright pink and her eyes shadowed in overly-done, silver sparkles that were also found in her high-lighted blond hair. The sheet that surrounded her body was pulled tightly around her, so tightly that it made all of her assets look obnoxiously bigger than usual as well as it being somewhat see through.

To put it simply, the shoot that she had set up to make herself look beautiful made her look slutty and tacky and everything else bad. She was definitely not beautiful.

To make matter's worse, the photo shoot really could have been beautiful, but she ruined it and dug its grave all on her own. She could loosen the sheet and bring it up further as well as getting rid of all the tacky make up, even going as far as to allow her hair to tumble down her back in an unruly yet beautiful mess. The shot could make her seem vulnerable instead of tacky, and the beauty of vulnerability always draws one's attention, but it's quite obvious that the only things that Marcie thinks are capable of capturing someone's attention are overly voluptuous breasts and bum's that were simply too round and too big.

In my opinion, this entire photo shoot has gone horrifyingly wrong. And that's putting it simply.

This one photo shoot makes me question how I'll survive until her sweet sixteen. I mean, I'm already ready to jump out of a window, as drastic as that may seem, to get out of this. It's just so rude to quit on the job, but seriously, this is a girl that completely opposes all of my opinions and beliefs. She’s going to end up being the death of me, I swear.

“Last shot,” I mumbled, just loud enough for her to hear me before lifting my camera back up and taking the last shot. Really, there were probably four shots left, but they all looked exactly the same. Plus, she wouldn’t really know. “Do you want to take another roll in black and white or is just one roll fine for today?” I questioned her, leaning down and taking out a roll of black and white film out of my photography bag just in case.

She stood up, letting the sheet fall loosely around her back as she contemplated my question. Of course, now she lets the sheet cover her body loosely instead of being pulled so tight that it’s sheer. There are just way too many things with this girl to list. The fact that she is related to Mel still puzzles me. Maybe the looseness comes from her father? That seems far-fetched though, since he’s such a famous lawyer. Maybe she’s adopted. Yeah, that’s got to be it.

“Nah, I don’t think this shoot would look good in black and white,” she mumbled, walking towards me. Of course she wouldn’t think it looked good in black and white. Then again, black and white is probably the only way to make her provocative pictures seem somewhat pretty.

“Alright, I’ll have the prints for you tomorrow, and we can decide which one to use then.” I told her, throwing my photography bag over my shoulder, not bothering to put my camera into it. I just want to get in and get out, and I’m sure the camera will be fine in my grip until I reach my car.

“Sounds good,” she said, batting her eyelashes as she threw her arms around my body, hugging me to her, the pressure between our bodies being the only thing that was now holding her sheet, her only source of coverage, up. I bit back a gag as she pulled away, turning around quickly and speed walking out of the door as I heard the sheet gently ruffle as it dropped and hit the floor. God, that was close.

I speed walked my way through the twisting hallway’s of the mansion, knowing that I probably looked like a maniac, but I really didn’t want to see the nightmare inducing image of Marcie naked. I rounded a corner and smiled as I saw the front door in sight, sprinting out of it and beginning to cut across the perfectly cut grass towards my car.

“Hey, Dalton! Where are you going?” I heard a voice call out, making me yelp and stumble, my camera popping out of my hand. I jumped up and down as it bounced in my palms, heaving a sigh of relief as I held it firmly in my hand, holding it to my chest, thanking the lord that I didn’t drop it and allow it to break.

I turned around slowly, seeing Pierce, of all people, jogging my way, this time fully clothedthough it would have been amazing to see him in that towel again. “Hey!” He said excitedly once he was in front of me. I stood there, frozen in shock. “You okay? You look like you just saw a ghost,” he muttered, his brows furrowed.

I was tempted to tell him that I almost saw something worse, his younger sister in her birthday suit, but I decided against it since I wasn’t entirely sure of what type of relationship he had with his sister. “Oh, I just had a sudden scare with my camera,” I muttered, cradling it delicately to my chest.

“Oh, that’s no fun,” he murmured, looking at the camera that I was holding against my chest, a cute little pout on his plump lips.

“Not at all,” I muttered awkwardly. I was never good around people, especially men that I find extremely attractive, so attractive that they’re putting my job at risk.

“Anyway,” he said after shaking his head, as if to snap back into reality. “I just came out here to give you your first check. You ran out of the house too fast.”

I just nodded my head, not trusting my voice at this very moment.

“So, uh, how much did you take today?” He asked me, brow raised as he held the blank check against his palm, pen poised over it.

“Just one roll of color film,” I clarified, rocking back and forth on my heels and nodding my head a bit.

He tugged his bottom lip into his mouthcutely as he wrote out the check, signing it at the bottom as he smiled, handing me the check. “Maybe you could show me the pictures some time,” he said around a smile, handing me the check.

“They’ll be developed tomorrow m-morning,” I muttered, a slight blush creeping into my cheeks, making me flick my head to the side so that my hair covered up the newly forming blush.

“Tomorrow morning then!” He said around a smile, waving good-bye to me as he walked backwards in the direction of his house.

“Tomorrow,” I muttered, not really knowing what else to say. I sighed, watching his retreating figure, allowing my fingers to act on instinct. I slowly raised my camera, focusing the lens and snapping one shot of Pierce’s strong and muscular figure walking towards his house, the sun casting a sort of angelic glow on him.

I pocketed the check he handed me earlier, setting my camera in my photography bag, and continued running towards my car, eager to get home.

Suddenly, I couldn’t wait to get home and develop this roll of film.