Front Page Babe

Angel walks into the studio for a shot at the magazine's front page. Shy at first, she keeps her eyes down while the camera clicks. Then the clothes start coming off. She hesitates, looks to the photographer for any sign she should stop. He doesn't give one. She keeps going. Shirt gone, skirt next, and her body opens under the lights like a kept secret finally told. He steps in. She sinks to her knees, mouth wet, hungry now instead of nervous. She takes him slow at first, then deeper, the way a woman does when she decides she wants the shot and everything that comes with it. Her red hair spills across his thigh as she works him, lips tight, eyes up. When he finishes, it lands hot across her face, glossy streaks marking the moment she stopped being shy and started earning the cover.