"Now hold still..."
Ice groaned, barely paying attention to the girl beside her adjusting his collar.
"That's better." The two-toned pink-haired girl stepped back and looked Ice over. "Yep. Lookin' good."
"Can we get this over with?"
"It's up to Photo."
"Where is she anyway?" Another girl wearing a small pair of reflective glasses peered from behind the camera. "Any idea, High?"
"No idea, Pic." High shrugged. "Maybe Roxie knows?"
Ice slumped down on a seat nearby. At the same time, the studio door burst open.
"Ice?" A short, spike-like-haired girl poked her head in. "She wants to see you."
Ice groaned once again, pulling himself up. "I've been meaning to talk to her for a while."
"... Too shabby... Too elegant..." Ice heard a familiar, Germaney accent talk to herself as he pushed the door open.
"Photo Finish?" Roxie asked softly.
The woman standing in front of wall coated in sketches turned to face them, her black-and-white dress twirling slightly. "Ah, gut. Come on in, Ice, have a seat."
Ice spotted a small, comfortable-looking seat, and sat down.
Photo looked away from him and to the other five in the room. "Leave us."
Like magic, everyone except Ice and Photo dashed out of the room. Somewhere, a random metal beam hit the deck, around the area where another set was being constructed.
Photo took a seat near Ice. "Ice, because of my... er, fault, vith my last best model, I'm tryink a more..."
"Collaborative?"
"-Collaborative approach, ja, with my models" Photo pushed her goggles up a little further, flicking her hair as her hand went down. "Before ve get on to the business at hand, I vas vondering how you are enjoying your work."
Ice shrugged. "Eh, can't complain. Though-"
"Wunderbar." Photo replied before he could speak. "Now, I vant you help vith something."
The two stood up and moved to the wall of sketches. On closer inspection, all of the sketches were rough concepts for photo shots.
"Now, normally I can... visualise and develop ze vay shots are framed to show of ze... emotions and presence of a subject, but..." She gestured to the wall with a tired sigh. "For once, I am stumped."
Ice scanned the wall further. "I assume you want my help?"
"Ja."
Ice walked to one end of the wall and walked along. A lot of them were nearly the same as twenty others.
Then, he spotted one. One that, to him, suited himself perfectly. In the sketch, he was standing off to the side, in a very confident pose.
"I think I've found one."
"Ah, wunderbar." Photo walked up to Ice and looked over the general area. "Vhich one is it?"
"About that." Ice turned to Photo. "I've been meaning to talk to you about getting a raise."
Photo crossed her arms. Her expression was hard to read with the goggles. "Oh?"
"Yeah, I was thinking, considering how often I'm asked to do photo shoots, that I'm not earning enough-"
"Raise is out of the question." Photo raised her hand to silence him.
"What, not even 2%?"
Photo nodded.
Ice paused for thought. "Well, in that case, there is something you can do instead."
"Und that is..."
Ice leant closer, and whispered.
Photo Finish blushed, and shoved him back. "No, zere's no way zat is happening."
"Why not?"
"It's utterly degrading."
"High Style doesn't seem to have a problem with it."
"She..." Photo froze for a second. "She vhat?!"
"Yep. Does it almost every time before a shoot. Powder as well."
Photo turned around, fumbling for words. "And vhy vas I not informed?"
"Well, it's kinda private stuff."
Photo sighed, then turned back sharply. "No. No raise, no sex, nothing."
"Well, in that case, you'll have to find another model." Ice turned to leave.
"Vait!" Photo shouted.
Ice turned back. "What?"
"I... I'll do it. I'll give you a raise."
Ice blinked. "Wow, honestly wasn't expecting that."
"Ja. Unfortunately for ze girls, it's coming out of their pay."
Ice frowned. "Now, hang on a second-"
"You vanted a raise and you got one." Photo shrugged. "I simply don't have ze budget to give you all a raise now, so that's vhy."
"Hey, you can't just cut their pay because of my needs, I like those girls."
She smiled to herself. "Zere is always a consequence for every actio-"
Ice roared and, grabbing her wrists, pinned Photo Finish to the wall.
Photo struggled against his grip. "Let me go!"
Ice leant closer. "There is always a consequence for every action, Photo."
"Vhat are you talking about? Get your hands off me!"
"I have a new offer for you. You do my every whim for the rest of the night, and I won't tell the girls that you threatened to cut their pay to give me a raise."
Photo struggled harder. "You're mad!"
"Maybe I am." Ice smiled coldly. "But right now, you have to decide if having an ideal photo shoot with me is worth it."
"You think I'd fall for zhat trick? Sie schrauben, Ice!"
"Just imagine, with the ideal shot, you could rake in millions. Enough to give us all a raise. How does that sound?"
Photo struggled for a few moments, then slumped defeated. "Alright, you vin."
Ice smiled, letting her wrists go. "Alright. First... Let's get you out of that stupid dress."
Photo gasped. "Zis dress is a one-of-a-kind designer piece designed for me!"
"It's still stupid." Ice grabbed at her scarf and removed it swiftly, tossing it aside. "Turn around."
Photo reluctantly turned around, and gasped when Ice slowly pulled the zip down. "Careful vith zat..."
Ice pulled the zip down fully and grabbed the dress's shoulders. Gently, he pulled them, and then the whole dress, down, exposing her nearly-naked, fair-skinned body.
"Now vhat?" Photo started to turn, but was stopped by a hand.
"Now, the bra." Ice fumbled with the strap at the back. After a moment he got the two parts separated, and pulled them down, dropping them on the pile of clothing at her feet. Following through, he grabbed the edge of her white panties, and just started to pull them down as well when Photo grabbed one of his hands.
"I-Is zis really necessary?"
"Yep." He pulled them down in one swift move. He grabbed one of her ankles and pulled them out of the clothes, then repeated with the other. "Now, turn around and get on your knees."
Photo reluctantly turned, covering herself up, then fell hard to her knees, hissing slightly at the pain and cold of the floor.
Ice smirked, pulling at his pants' zip, undoing the button and dropping them. He pulled the boxers down swiftly, his erect member flinging out and sticking out flat, pointed towards Photo.
"Vhat are you doing?" Photo faced it, almost trying to avoid it.
"Nothing." He replied, grabbing one of her hands. "It's what you're going to do."
Photo felt her hand pressed against it, and as Ice let go her fingers gingerly wrapped around it. "Uh..."
"It's easy. All you have to do is-"
"I know how to give a handjob, idiot." Photo slowly stroked the member, reaching to the base before pulling to the head, and back down.
"Good..." Ice sighed. "Now, put the tip in your mouth."
"Vhat?!" Photo's hand stopped. "No, zhat's too far."
"Photo, remember what I said about the girls?"
Photo stammered, went silent, and faced down to the cock in her hand. She slowly leant forwards, opening her mouth, her tongue probing for the tip. Her tongue found it, and her mouth wrapped around the gland.
"Now... Lick it."
Photo reluctantly swirled her tongue around the tip, probing the entrance, covering it in saliva.
"Deeper."
Photo pushed her head forwards, taking the entire point in her mouth. She still licked as best as she could, which was slowly becoming harder.
"Go as deep as you can."
Photo paused for a second, before going down half-way. She pulled back, a thin film of saliva trailing behind. She continued to bob up and down, getting faster and faster. Whenever she caught the tip, she would lick it for a second.
"When I said 'as deep as you can'..." He grabbed the back of her head, while she was at the tip.
"Nein, warte, ich weiß nicht-" Photo blurted out, before straining against his push.
"I said 'as deep as you can'!" Ice pushed her head down, his cock sliding down to the back of her throat. Photo made a gagging noise as her body instinctively tried to swallow the member. Eventually, he pulled back enough to let her breath for a moment, before pushing back in again, her chin hitting his sack.
Then he built up a rhythm, pulling back a chunk before forcing himself down again, though usually not as deep. The rhythm only got faster, Photo trying her best to keep her composure.
Ice sped up exponentially, then froze, his breath catching in his throat, cock buried deep in Photo Finish's throat. His member twitched, letting out a torrent of cum down her throat, and only after what felt like a minute did it stop.
He pulled out and fell to the couch behind him. Photo Finish coughed, trying to get spit and semen out of her airway.
"You know, you suck dick good." Ice spoke weakly.
"Shut up." Photo replied coldly between coughs, standing up and grabbing her panties.
"Hold on a sec, we're not done yet."
Photo turned, probably glaring at him (her goggles still obscured her eyes from him) as he approached. "Oh nein, you've had your fun, now tell me-"
Ice grabbed her arse and gave it a squeeze. "It takes more than a quick blowjob to satisfy me."
Photo squeaked at the contact, shuddering as his hands moved to the other side of her body. "Nein, vhat are you-" She gasped sharply as he ran his finger over her slit.
"Ooh, you're wet. You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
"S-shut up..." She moaned as he continued to rub her, paying special attention to her clit. "Oh ficken..."
Ice chuckled, moving away from her clit and poking her entrance.
"V-vait..."
He slowly pushed his fingertip inside.
"N-nicht kleben Sie es dort, du Idiot!"
He continued in, his whole middle finger reaching inside.
Photo panted. "G-get zhat... get zhat out..."
She gasped sharply as he wiggled his finger about, and then let out a long moan.
"Someone's enjoying this."
"J-ja, you..." Photo grunted as he pulled his finger out and pushed it back in, continuing to wiggle it about. Photo clutched her head, leaning her back against the wall as he continued to pump his finger, adding a second one to the mix.
"So, keep going or do I pull out?" Ice asked, continuing to push in and out.
"P-pull out." She replied weakly, feeling strangely empty as he retracted his fingers. "Are ve done here-?"
"No, there's one last thing. Then I'll help you."
Photo crossed her arms, pushing her breasts up slightly. "Oh wunderbar, more degrading."
Ice twirled his finger in the air. "Turn around."
Photo reluctantly complied, and yelped when she felt herself being pushed against the wall. "Vhat ze-?"
Ice stood behind her, his member pressed against her entrance.
Photo gasped. "Warten Sie! Nicht kleben Sie es dort!"
"Sorry, I don't understand Germane." He commented smartly before shoving his weight into her, Photo screaming in a mix of pain and pleasure.
"oh ficken... Ihr Schwanz... Es ist so groß..." Photo gasped, her fingers curling slightly.
Ice pulled back slowly, before pushing back in again. "You like this?"
Photo moaned in reply.
"Good enough for me." Ice started a slowly building rhythm. Each thrust was accompanied by a moan from Photo Finish, who had all-but-abandoned her professional nature.
"Ah~... F-fick mi-mich..." Photo started bucking her hips in time with his thrusts, which only got faster. She yelped when he slapped her arse, then squeezed it.
"Ooh, it seems someone likes this."
Photo panted, but gave no intelligible reply. She moaned when he stuck his thumb just a little into the unoccupied hole. Her thrusts slowly became faster than his, breaking the rhythm. "I-Ice, I'm..."
Ice didn't reply, but simply increased his own speed.
"I... Ich... I-Ich... Ich komme!" Photo Finish screamed out, her entire body becoming stiff as Ice's dick became coated in her fluids. As she rode out her orgasm she let out a long moan, her hands clenching, one of them around one of the sketches. Finally, she collapsed to the floor just as Ice came, his semen spurting on her as he finally collapsed, landing next to her.
After a moment of heavy breathing, Ice turned to face her. "Wow. You're good."
Photo didn't reply.
"Photo Finish?" He sat up and looked her over. She was obviously breathing, so she couldn't have died suddenly.
She was, however, curling up on herself.
"Photo?"
"Go away, dummkopf..."
Ice moved to her other side. "You're not... mad at me, are you?"
"Mad?" Photo's head poked out from her arms. "Nein, how could I ever be mad at someone who practically raped me?"
In that moment Ice realised what he had just done.
"But, zhen again, I didn't say nein, so it's not really your fault..." She sighed, and sat up, still curling up.
Ice sighed, then moved in front of her. "Photo, for what it's worth, you've done us both a huge favour."
Photo looked up from her arms again. "H-how?"
"I have all I need to stay for the photo shoot, the girls won't be mad at us, you get to keep their pays balanced, and you finally got laid."
Photo stammered. "I have so been 'laid' before!"
Ice chuckled. "What I meant to say is, haven't been laid in a long time. No wonder you were so stressed." Ice grabbed her goggles and gingerly pulled them away.
Suddenly, all of her emotion was visible. She was teary-eyed, magenta looking directly into his cyan ones. Once the goggles came off, her lower lip quivered, and she ducked her head in her arms again.
"Oh, and I just remembered, I can tell you which one of these sketches I think is good." Ice stood up and looked over the wall. "Huh. It's missing."
Photo looked up. "H-huh?"
"Yeah, it was there and now it's not. Weird."
Photo looked at her clenched hand, the one with her mark on the back. A scrunched-up piece of paper was within. From the sigh that Ice gave, she could tell that he saw it too.
"Well, I guess it's in your hands now."
"She fired you?!" High Style gasped.
"Yep." Ice leant back on the studio wall.
"But-!"
"Hey, I had finished that last one, and that's all I had in my contract that I had to do."
"Then... How are we-?"
Ice flipped a business card out of his suit jacket. "Gimme a call if you want to."
High snatched the card greedily. "Okay, cool. So, can we do it now?"
Ice stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Yeah, sure. Just let me say bye to the others and Photo Finish, and then we can go."
High saluted, then walked off. "I'll be in the storeroom~"
Ice smiled, then set off for Photo Finish's office.
***
"Come in." Photo announced to the knock on the door.
Ice pushed the door open. "Hello."
Photo looked up. "Ah, hello Ice. Vhat brings you here?"
"I just wanted to say goodbye before I leave. It's the least I could do, considering."
Photo smiled. "Ja, I understand. Vell, best of luck to your future endeavours, no matter how... Eh, erotic, they may be."
"Likewise." Ice walked closer. "Oh, one last thing."
Before Photo Finish could reply he had pressed his lips onto hers, giving her a deep, passionate kiss. Just as soon as he had done so he had pulled back, and started to move to the door.
"See ya round."
Photo remained silent. As soon as the door shut she returned to her seating position.
And blushed massively. "Ice, you dummkopf..."
Author's Note
I was originally planning on having this a 2nd-Person story, but I don't think many would be comfortable with that.
Also, this story is actually inspired by one of my own drawings, which once I have completed I'll post a link for.
Apparently I accidentally forgot to actually change the story from 'everyone' to 'mature' when I published this.
That's never a good start.
Fortunately, someone changed that for me, and whoever did that I thank them with all my capacity. Seriously, you saved me a shitload of trouble.
For those who caught the first chapter mere minutes before it was changed, I'm really sorry and I didn't mean it on purpose. I'm not joking.
It's tempting to remove this story off the site, but I'm not that sort of person.
Still, I hope we all can get past this minor hiccup and get on with our reading and writing here :)
Yours apologetically,
~Sigma the Awesome.
