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Then Natalya decided to interrupt him and added:
– Fine, you seem very passionate about your work. I am a journalist, and I look for inspiration after work, but we mostly repeat what has already happened, edit the material and submit it either to print or to publish on the Internet. Our materials are sometimes sent to us by photographers, and you may also know our people.
– I have one friend, also a photographer, who once fucked an editor in the hallway at a corporate party, and now I see him every time, and every time he tells this story. He says he had a great ass. You don't have this happening there?
– At us, at us everything is normal, decent, nobody fucks anybody.
– We took a wrong turn.
– Perhaps you just got excited and unconsciously switched to this topic.
And then she beckoned to him with her finger and, taking him by the head:
– Did you like my…?
– …Yes…
– That whore your friend fucked with a fucking little dick was me. Do you understand me?"
– …Yes. Forgive me, please, I'm so stupid, I started with the wrong thing, I don't know what's happening to me, as soon as I saw you.
– What do you mean, you don't know" Your dick is smoking, you can't think straight, except about sex, because you're not a photographer, you're primarily a dog who is looking for a wet hole to let the sperm down there.
– If it's official, then yes. All right. I want to fuck you and then take a picture, then jerk off to these photos, because I understand that we are unlikely to have a second meeting
– Why are you so categorical that there will be no second meeting? Natalya said with a little annoyance.
– Well, I think so, but I need to sit down. I can't look at your crotch open for so long, my head is spinning. Allow me?
– Yes, please have a seat.
She moved her ass a bit and moved her rather large bag to the other side.
– Where do you take your photos?"
– The studio is at work, but it's closed now, it's not my studio. Sometimes at home, sometimes like this on the street. Rarely at a girl's house, if invited. As you can see, I am not such a hero, and I do not have much strength, and therefore girls usually trust me.
– Well, you're right, small men are less intimidating, although in a quiet pool… I've always been afraid of strong men, although I must admit that I like them, I don't want to offend you, Igor
– It's fine, I'm fine with it.
– Let's get me on camera and see what happens." Right here, and how do I sit down?
– Put your elbow on the back, your leg slightly to the side to cover the crotch, and better put your foot on top of your foot. And the look, the look is necessarily important, if it is not like this, then everything will be wrong. The pose, the interior, and the look must match and harmonize.
– Like this?
– Yes, the chin is slightly higher. Great. Now change your view of that sign. Here, yes. Here, great. Now stand up and spread your legs crosswise
– To make your ass bigger?
– Well, about right. Here, great. Now you need to process it, but you can only see the originals in a small screen right now. Here, the color rendering of the matrix of the friend's screen is different from the digital photo, but approximately yes, but at the same time perfectly in several tones. It will be clearly visible only on monitors, and then, on each of them, they will look different. Well, I don't think you are interested in these subtleties.
– Why, I'm curious. I have a bit of mental stagnation, I want to change something, discover something new, unknown. I just don't know what it can be that can change me, I want to change.
– Natalia, this can be done in different ways, not everything can be voiced out loud
– Intrigued.
– I invite you for coffee, and we can go bowling, I have a little money, it should be enough." I'm ashamed to admit it. Photographers are not as rich as you might think, although in different ways, just like artists, ninety-nine percent are hungry, and only one percent live in affluence, in great affluence. The world is cruel, it sometimes jokes, and jokes very cruelly.
– I can add my own. I haven't been to a bowling alley in ages, and men don't usually take me there. Usually in cafes, restaurants, they try to get drunk faster and fuck. Why don't we just get some coffee first?"
– That's a great idea.
At the coffee bar, which was located right in the middle of the shopping corridor, they sat down on high chairs and ordered one coffee.
The fragrance awakened feelings that both Natalia and Igor lacked during the day. A cool midsummer evening had disturbed his mental balance, but a hot drink had restored it, if only temporarily.
They silently finished all the coffee they'd originally asked for cold water to avoid getting burned, then got up and walked towards the bowling alley.
The entrance fee for men was five hundred rubles, for girls it was free. They immediately booked a table and a thirty-minute bowling session.
– You can't shoot here, – the guard said to Igor, seeing a professional camera slung over his shoulder.
– This is a well-known photographer of the city, Igor Kuznetsov, if he takes pictures, he will only advertise your institution.
– Well, if… Don't look too bright anyway, you can take a couple of pictures if you want to take pictures of your girlfriend.
– That's all I'm going to do.
– Ok.
They walked on, taking a seat and picking out a bowling ball that was lying nearby.
– Can you throw?
– Approximately.
– I think if we don't break the monitor from above when throwing, then we can consider that we played well.
Natalia appreciated the joke and smiled, smiled very sincerely, and he, as a photographer, was well able to read emotions. He appreciated it, too.