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Rachel meets a guy

A few nights ago, Erica had to work late, so I went to a party at a friend’s house alone. Where I ran into Jennifer, a girl I introduced to the pleasures of bi-sexuality and her boyfriend James. “Hey guys!” I said, walking up to them. “Hey Rachel, how are you baby?” Jennifer asked, giving me a hug and kiss. “I’m great! I recently closed the biggest sale in our company’s history.” I replied. “You here with anybody?” James asked. “No, my girlfriend Erica had to work late. So I’m here alone.” I replied. As the hours passed, I noticed a guy at the party constantly checking me out. Finally he walked up and started to talk to me. “Enjoying the party?” he asked. “My girlfriend had to work late, so it could be better,” I replied. “I’m Mark,” He said, introducing himself, offering out his hand. “Rachel,” I replied, shaking his hand. “If you don’t mind me saying, you’re really beautiful! I would love for you to come to the studio so I can shoot you some time,” he said with a smile. I was slightly confused. “I’m a photographer,” He said clarifying himself. “I recently bought a two story where house, that I’m converting into my office, studio, and apartment. The apartment is mostly done, but the office and studio still have a lot of work to do,” He continued. “And you want to take some photos of me? Why?” I asked curiously. “Well, for one, you’re really beautiful,” he replied with a grin. “Have you shot many women?” I asked. “Oh, lots! I’ve shot women everywhere, from the UK, to ...

... France, Israel, Thailand, Brazil, Haiti, and here in the US” He said smiling. “What part of the UK are you from?” He asked, pointing out my English accent. “Born and raised in London, came here when I was offered a good job with great pay, selling 3-D printers. I recently closed the biggest deal in our company’s history with a company down in Los Angeles.” I said with a smile. “Other than women, what other things do you take photos of?” I asked curiously. “Everything, from scenery, to exclusive parties, to weddings, and models.” He replied. “Would you like to see them?” he continued, offering to take me to his studio. “Ok, sure. The party’s getting boring anyway.” I said. We walked out of the party, and climbed into his amazing car, a red Tesla Model S. “Sexy car!” I said impressed, checking out the inside. We talked about photography during the drive over to his studio. As we pulled into the parking lot and I saw the building for the first time, I was amazed how much work it needed on just the outside, broken windows, and graffiti covered the building. “Home sweet home! Or, at least it will be once it’s done.” Mark said as we entered the studio. Looking around the lower level of the building, which is going to be his office, and studio. There are construction supplies everywhere and the place is a mess, but it looks like it’s going to be a fine studio. “Want to see the apartment?” he asked seductively. “Sure, lead on.” I replied following him. We walked up a flight of stairs and ...