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much as this is the type I hate, I also wish that I had one fourth of her forwardness.
    “Ty?” She asks in a baby voice. “I kinda wanted to, like, take off my bra and like hold my breasts for a hot and sexy look, you know? Like, the more I can show…you know…the better.”
    “Yeah, I can do that. It will look great in a black and white.” He doesn’t seem overly excited that she wants out of her bra, but I bet he has seen a ton of breasts in his life, both personally and professionally. He takes several with the bra on. Then she has no problem taking it off. She declines the robe or towel that Emily offers her. Ty has to tell her to place a hand on her breast. When she is not in a pose, she is shooting fuck me eyes at him. Hell, more like grenade launching fuck me eyes at him. Can you be more obvious?
    The session is over and Emily sends her in to get dressed. She looks to Ty for his approval, but unfortunately for her, his back is turned and he’s looking at me. Emily goes to talk to him quietly. She’s such a mother hen. Some obligation has her in a hurry to leave as soon as possible. I assure them that I can finish up with her instructions. She hugs Ty goodbye and I overhear her saying she is not going to cry, considering this may be the last time that she works for him. We hug and she assures me she’s a phone call away. She leaves me to finish out the day.
    Barbie Boobs comes out fully clothed again and practically throws herself on Ty. They stand in the sitting room and chat. I change the sheets and start running a duster on the floors. Glancing over, Ty seems so unaffected by this girl who has started to beg for his attention. She is using her baby voice again and I think I’m going to vomit. “I just wanted to see if we could like, hang out tonight? If you need some time to end your day…I can come back like, whenever.” I walk in the bathroom so I don’t have to hear his answer and run a disinfectant wipe all over. When I come back out into the studio, the lights have been turned down, and the cameras have been put away.
    Ty is sitting at the big Apple and has pictures he took of the first couple up on the screen. I sit in the computer chair next to him and silently watch him make the photo come alive. He turns his head to look at me. The sight of him and being alone makes the butterflies in my belly wake up and start fluttering. I hold his gaze for a moment. I feel so nervous around him. I turn in my chair and log into his Facebook page. I reply to two inquiries. When I glance over to his monster sized monitor, I gasp. There is my face all zoomed in. It’s from earlier when he broke me down to give in for a couple pictures. I have a slight smile on my face and it looks like I’m looking Ty right in the eyes. I look very innocent, maybe even like I’m enticing the photographer.
    “Ty, no! Please!” I squeal and grab his right arm that is working his super cool pad he uses for Photoshop.
    “Relax, Stella…It’s not going to take much. A little healing brush and magic wand and you’re done,” He reassures me and places his left hand on the one I have on his arm. His hand is so large, yet gentle. He adjusts his hand tools and brush sizes several times. “This is light editing. I’m going to remove any veins in your eyes. Which you don’t have many visible and I’m brightening the green just a touch.” He talks to me about a clone stamp and starts in on my teeth. They are outlined and he just slightly makes them a touch whiter. Years of braces have made them straight, and considering I am a total teeth-whitening whore, they really don’t need to be much whiter. “You are not camera shy, Stella. Zoey and I looked through some pictures on her phone last night before you got home and I saw absolutely no shyness.”
    “Oh, God, some of those pictures...” I turn beet red thinking of some of the stupid shit we did while taking selfies. “No, I’m not normally camera shy.” I breathe out