Tarnished Heroes Chapter Five Don’t talk back
“There you are.” Tom said from the shadows. “Here, give me that.” He reached out for the briefcase under her arm. “I thought you were going to chicken out on me, you’re really late, Cal.” “I’m sorry,” she muttered and was unhappy at the sudden appearance of Tom Dyer. “I’m not too late.” Calla glanced down at her watch to see it was ten after seven. “I’ve got everything set up in the room. I need at least an hour with you; you know I’d rather have two or three.” He grumbled and picked up the pace. “I don’t know why you wouldn’t come earlier or let me do this over the weekend.” Because I don’t really want to fucking do this! “I just couldn’t get away any earlier. You’ll have plenty of time.” Calla hastened to keep up with his nervous jog. I should have told Daniel about this. Why didn’t I tell Daniel about this? Before she could back out the double doors of the old stone building were swinging open and he was ushering her inside and toward his classroom. “You swear they will not show my face?” “I promise.” Tom slid his key into the lock and opened the door to the classroom. Inside he had a staging area with lights, several backdrops on several rolls and a mock-up bed. Other props were standing nearby. Tom locked the door and pulled the shade as soon as they were inside. “We’ve got less than an hour and a half, hurry up, and get your clothes off. I got some wine you want a glass or two?” He abruptly set her items and his down on his desk and rushed over to his cameras, two of which were set up on tripods and the third he would hold. All were ready and loaded. “Come on get over here so I can get a light reading on your skin.” A glass of wine was probably a good idea, but then again, maybe not. “Tom….” “No, no, no,” his said as he turned around, “you’re not going to back out on me. You said you’d do this and I need you to do this for me, Calla. Come out of the shadows and let me see you.” That ever-lovin’ Point Of No Return had been reached and passed. Without the protection or benefit of her clothes, Calla stepped out of the shadows as asked and let him get a good long look at her. “Hot damn,” Tom said in an excited whisper, “everything I thought and more.” He looked her up and down with both an artistic and male eye, stopped at area that was supposed to have a light patch of hair, and did not. “Something to say?” Calla asked nervously and noted his stare. “No,” Tom muttered quickly, “I like it. Very sexy, very alluring.” Bet Daniel likes it too. “I’ll take that glass of wine now.” She told him wishing it were something a bit stronger he was offering her. “Get up on the bed; I’ll get it for ya.” Tom moved back behind his cameras so he could he get her in focus and find the proper depth and then dashed off toward the mini-refrigerator in his classroom and poured a glass of white wine from the box there. “Just lay down, I’ll pose you later. We’ll just shoot off a few so you can get comfortable with it, ok?” He stopped again and began groping his pockets. “Oh, shit, fuck. Wait.” Tom rushed over to his brief case and pulled out a sheet of paper. “I need you to sign this first. It’s a release so I can enter the photographs in the competition.” He brought it and a pen over to her. “Here use my back.” Calla laid the paper against his back and signed where indicated. “Thanks. Are you warm enough? I turned the heat up.” “Yes it’s warm. Could we just get this over with?” She asked and handed the paper back to him while finishing off the wine in the glass he’d just given her. “Please?” Tom folded up the contract, stuffed it in his back pocket and held the light meter out to her. “Yeah, just a minute.” Without asking, he grabbed the plastic glass from her hand, refilled it and gave it back to her. Tom didn’t want her totally drunk but a little alcohol was always a good way to get any model loosened up for a shoot like this. “All the years you’ve worked here and no one has gotten you to pose for them?” The school was full of Art Professors and people who considered themselves part-time artists from painters to sculptors and photographers. “Surely someone’s asked you.” “Yes they have but I’ve always turned them down.” “I’m honored.” “You should be.” “So why me?” Tom asked as he squinted through the viewfinder. “What’d your husband have to say when you told him about this?” “I like you.” Calla said with a bit of finality. She took note of the cameras in front of her and their angles then turned her back to the camera. Calla picked up her hair, lay down on the bed and then she fluffed her long red hair over the black satin sheet beneath her so that it sprawled it out on all sides of her. All that luxurious hair and those perk round titties pointing toward the sky. Calla raised her knee and spread her arms out to the sides. “Oh, yeah, don’t move an inch.” Tom said excitedly and absently licked his bottom lip. “That’s what I’m looking for. You’re a natural, babe.” The lights around her began to flash on and off bringing bright blue dots to her eyes. The cameras clicked and advanced film. “Come on, Calla, give it to me. Remember, every picture tells a story, so tell me a story with that pretty body of yours.” Tom liked her lithe little body and that massive mane of auburn hair was picture perfect. She had the most unique air of vulnerable sensuality about her; it was that quality he wanted to capture more than anything else. Tom Dyer, a divorced man in his late 40’s who still had most of his dark hair and a slim build, spent the next forty-five minutes posing her in various ways and shooting different parts of her body from various angles using the light and shadow to his best advantage in highlighting her curves. At first, she didn’t want to be touched. Calla only let him give her verbal directions but when he couldn’t get the pose he really wanted he insisted on touching her and putting her in the position, he wanted her, which was with her back to the camera and her body turned slightly to the right so he captured her in half dark and half-light. After that, for a while, she let him touch her and move her in the ways he wanted to photograph her. By then she’d downed three glasses of wine. Tom shot off six rolls of film in forty-five minutes when there was a soft knock at the door. “It’s all right, just stay there.” He told her. The light from the hall way was bright in the darkened room as a man entered the room. “Calla you remember Antwone.” Tom said as the two came forward. “Hey, Prof.” The tall broad young black man said. “I was in your class a few years ago but I dropped out.” He explained and held out his hand. “What’s going on?” Calla asked and drew the silk sheet around her body. “Well,” Tom hesitated in his explanation. “I thought that Antwone looks a lot like the men in your paintings, don’t you think so? Minus, you know, the braids.” Tom had originally thought of having Daniel pose with her. He was her husband and he had a fine body on him but the juxtaposition of her alabaster skin on Antwones’ ebony flesh was just too good to pass by. “Yes.” She said through tight lips. “He does.” “I thought the two of you would photograph well. Together.” “I don’t think so.” Calla got up and reached for her clothes. “You should have asked me about this first.” “Calla wait.” Tom pleaded and went after her. “I mean he’s not going to…you know…not that. I’m not asking you to break your marriage vows or anything. But, I thought…just his hands… on you would be very erotic, don’t you think?” “No.” She said coldly but with her own artistic eye she knew what Tom was getting at and yes, it would photograph well with the back lighting on the black and white film. Photographs of the two of them would give me him a better chance of winning the competition and they both knew it. “Just a few shots. Please? I need these for the Art Photos competition and you’ve still got twenty minutes with me.” He reminded her. “Please, Calla, please? Half a roll that’s all.” Tom begged. “Please. They’re gonna be great, you’re gonna love ‘em.” “No I’m not. I don’t ever want to see them.” She hissed and dropped the sheet. “Twenty minutes or half a roll whichever comes first.” “Great!” Tom hugged her quickly but she pulled away just as fast. “You won’t regret this.” He turned to Antwone. “Hurry up get your those duds off big boy and get behind her.” Calla cringed as Tom walked back to his cameras. “Prof?” Antwone asked in a deep voice as he stripped the sweatshirt over his head. “You ok?” “He’s paying you for this isn’t he?” Calla asked. Now that she saw him clearer, she did remember Antwone. A few years ago, he had shown a lot of promise in her class but his girlfriend got pregnant in his junior year and he’d dropped out to take care of his new family. She’d been very sad about that Antwone should have finished school but he was a responsible young man and for that, she admired him. “Few bucks.” Antwone admitted and tossed his shirt over a nearby chair. “I got a standing contract with him.” Antwone surely needed those few bucks—so did his new family-- and modeling was probably a very good way for him to make ends meet. He was young and very strapping and handsome. “So what are we waiting for? Let’s do this.” She told him and gathered up her courage. Around her, the lights flashed and the cameras advanced, Tom gave direction while a pair of black hands moved every curve of her body from every conceivable angle. Calla didn’t look at the camera or the lights or Tom or Antwone; she kept counting the seconds until it was over. End of Chapter Five of
A Daniel Jackson
Stargate SG-1
Adult FanFiction Series
By
Moon Mistress
a/k/a Lisa Beth Darling
Just drive the car
Shut your mouth
I know what you are
Don’t say nothing
Put your hands on the wheel
Don’t turn around
This is for real
Diggin’ in the Dirt
Peter Gabriel
Calla never much liked her night classes the campus was always so dark and quiet when she walked around. Parking near her classroom was impossible the nearest parking lot was almost a quarter mile away. Unpacking the backseat and trudging her materials from it she started the walk.
Tarnished Heroes
An Adult Stargate FanFiction Novel
By
Moon Mistress
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