"This feels… incredible… you really know how to handle women…"

I'm a figure photographer. Through my lens, I had handled countless women in their most seductive and lascivious moments.

The women in my lens, no matter who they were before, always became top-tier models, because I trained each and every one of them.

In a dimly lit room, a woman knelt on the bed, completely exposed. Her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, her cheeks flushed and her eyes hazy. The only thing still held high was the curve of her hips, lifted firmly in my grasp…

"Who's better? Me, or your husband?"

She shot me a seductive glance over her shoulder. "Even ten of him wouldn't compare…"

My name is Blake Cole, and I had been obsessed with figure photography ever since I was in university.

I never thought that this ability of mine, eventually, allowed me to sleep with countless beautiful women, using taking photos as an excuse.

At first, I went to conventions, taking photos to practice. As my skills improved, models began reaching out to me for shoots, and some even offered to waive fees.

That was when I found out that, when taking suggestive photos, some models would sleep with photographers instead of offering monetary payment.

After that, things quickly spiraled, and soon I'd slept with almost every famous model in the country.

That day, my best friend Charles invited me out for dinner, specifically telling me to bring my camera gear with me.

I'd only just sat down at the dinner table when a faint fragrance drifted over. A stunning woman sauntered over behind me, her soft breasts pressing against my arm lightly before she took her seat across me.

The woman in front of me was Amy. Charles' childhood sweetheart and fiancée, and the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life.

She wore a soft yellow dress that outlined her figure perfectly. The neckline was quite low, and as she moved, her fair breasts trembled slightly. Further below was her slender waist, and hips as firm as peaches.

It was hard not to imagine just how captivating she would be beyond that.

When I noticed Charles was looking at me with an amused expression, I immediately looked down and took a small sip of water, realizing that I'd been staring for far too long.

As the dishes were served, Charles ordered a bottle of wine. I tried to wave him off, saying that I had to drive later, but he insisted. "Don't worry, I'll let Amy drive you later."

Since he insisted, I didn't refuse.

"Bro, what do you think of Amy?"

As we chatted and drank, half a bottle of wine had already gone down the chute. Amy stood up to pour me another glass, and that's when I realized that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath her dress, leaving only two pasties protecting any last shred of decency. As she bent down, the neckline of her dress dipped, allowing me a clear sight of her supple breasts underneath.

I kept my composure, only sparing a glance before averting my gaze, chuckling. "She's as pretty as a goddess. You're ridiculously lucky, you son of a gun."

Charles wrapped an arm around Amy's shoulders, laughing boisterously.

"Bro, take a few photos of her, won't you?" He asked, his expression suddenly serious.

"Oh, is that it? I'll contact a studio and get her the best lighting, all the top-tier stuff!" I promised, gulping down another sip of wine.

Charles stopped me as I reached for my phone, a little nervous. "No, no… Just the three of us."

I looked at him curiously. "You want… the private kind of photo shoot?"

Amy blushed softly next to him, but she didn't say a word.

"Oh, you'll know when we get there. I've already rented a villa outside the city. You brought your gear with you, right?" He gave me a meaningful look.

I let him know that all my equipment was in my car, though his expression left me uneasy.

After dinner, Charles arranged a driver for himself but had Amy drive my car with me to the location.

In the car, it was just the two of us. From where I sat, I couldn't help but notice how the seatbelt clung to her frame, her figure standing out through the sheer fabric of her dress, every curve inviting sinful thoughts.

She seemed to notice my gaze, but instead of shying away, she straightened slightly, almost as if encouraging it.

Inwardly, I had the faint feeling that something was amiss, yet I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

The first time I met Amy was in university, when she traveled a long way just to celebrate Charles' birthday. Even now, I still remember how stunned I was by her beauty, and it would be no exaggeration to say that she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

It brought back memories of hearing her and Charles through the wall in our dingy rented apartment, while I lay in my room, taking care of myself.

"We're here, Blake."

Amy's words pulled me back to reality, and I looked around at the three-story villa that we'd arrived at.

I got out of the car, walking over to Charles who had just arrived as well. He didn't seem to be in any rush to enter, pulling me aside to the porch and handing me a cigarette, speaking in a voice so low it seemed more like he was talking to himself, "No matter how delicious the food is, you'd get sick of it after eating it every day. The same goes for women."

Not really quite understanding what he was getting at, I didn't reply, letting him continue.

"Bro… how long have we known each other?" he asked.

"For about a decade, I bet."

"Heh, well… I'll tell you a secret, but don't laugh, alright?" Charles snuffed out his cigarette, as if he'd come to some sort of resolve. "Lately, I haven't been able to feel any interest with Amy anymore, see?

"But once I think about her sleeping with another man, it lights a fire in me real good, if you catch my drift…"

That's when I realized the severity of the situation. Did my best friend have a thing for being cheated on?

"Could you just… not think about it?" I suggested cautiously.

"It's worse than that," he replied, seemingly at his wits' end. "All I can think of now day in and day out is of Amy sleeping with another man, and I haven't even been able to have a good night's rest because of it, much less sleep with her myself…"

"...How can I help you, then?" I asked.

"Do… you want to sleep with Amy?"

I glanced back at Amy, my gaze landing on her full chest, slim waist, long legs and shapely hips, and for a moment, I had no idea how to respond.

"It's fine, bro. I know you want her, but you're holding back because you think of me as a friend, yeah? I get it." Charles said, lighting up another smoke for me.

"Just say what you need. I'll… do what I can."

This sort of thing wasn't anything new to me. I'd spent enough time in the photography scene to have been exposed to all sorts of unusual tastes, after all.

But when this happened with my best friend… Honestly, I didn't know how to react.

"We've talked it over, her and I, so all you need to do is nod that head of yours, and…" Charles leaned in close, whispering the rest into my ear.

By the time we carried the equipment into the villa, I was completely caught off guard by what I saw.

Amy was clothed in nothing but revealing lingerie!

The black, sheer fabric accentuated her figure, its design leaving little to the imagination. It was obvious she had already removed the pasties underneath.

Lower down, other than lace lingerie the size of a palm, her full, shapely hips were left completely exposed.

"Don't stare yet, bro. You'll have plenty of time later," Charles urged impatiently.

I went upstairs to check the layout and decided to use the master bedroom on the second floor for the first set.

When I came back down, I saw Charles leaning in close to Amy, whispering something in her ear as his hand squeezed her breast. From the way her face was flushed bright red, and she could barely meet my eyes, he was probably not talking about anything very child friendly.

Her hands trembled slightly as she opened a bottle of red wine and poured three glasses.

Throughout, she avoided looking at me, like a shy bride on her wedding night.

I briefly explained the shooting plan. As we talked, the bottle of wine was gradually emptied, and the tension in the room eased.

Upstairs in the bedroom, I drew the curtains and signaled Charles to set up the lighting.

For the first shot, Amy lay back on the bed as I positioned myself above her, angling the camera downward. "Lift your chest a little, put a finger in your mouth, and look up at me… Yeah, exactly. Think about the first time you slept with Charles."

Amy was clearly nervous, but she cooperated with my directions and posed as I asked.

I was about to press on the shutter when Charles stopped us. "Hold on. Honey, pull your underwear down a little more."

Following his direction, Amy hesitated before adjusting her lingerie slightly, her face flushed with embarrassment as the sheer fabric went so low it almost couldn't cover anything beneath any longer.

She'd waxed beforehand, I mused.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Charles breathing more heavily, clearly stirred by his fiancée being shown in such a light to another man.

Time passed slowly. One shameless pose after another, one photograph after another.

Gradually, Amy became bolder and more at ease in front of the camera, shedding her upper wear and exposing her torso entirely to the air. As the camera lights flashed, I saw dark, damp spots appearing on her lingerie.

I had no idea what spell Charles had Amy under for her to be so obedient to him… or had she always had this side to her, one that wanted to show her body to other men?

Then, Charles finally said it outright, breaking the last layer of restraint. "Honey, most models who get Blake to take photos for them sleep with him, too. Why don't you show a little initiative and help him take his pants off, huh?"

After everything that had happened, Amy no longer seemed as restrained. Whether it was the atmosphere or something else, she slowly moved closer, until her face was almost pressed up against my crotch.

"Faster," Charlie urged.

Amy rolled her eyes at him, before her hands rested on the hem of my pants, seemingly steeling her resolve before pulling my pants down bit by bit.

"O-Oh goodness…"

As my pants were shed down to my knees, I sprang free like a released coil. An expression of pleasant surprise flickered across Amy's expression, before she reached out towards me, her warm hand moving gently.

I couldn't hold it any longer, reaching downwards and brushing against her collarbone, before cupping my palm around her breast.

After just a few moments, Amy's breathing grew noticeably heavier under my touch. Her legs drew together instinctively, shifting against each other as her whole body trembled with pleasure.

Charles couldn't hold it any longer. "Honey, use that mouth of yours to help him blow some steam, won't you?"

"A-Alright…"

Amy looked up at me, her voice almost breathless, "I'm… not the most skilled, so please don't get angry if you feel my teeth…"

After that, she hesitated for another short moment, biting her lip, before slowing leaning toward me, bringing her face closer and closer…