The story I’m going to tell happened some months ago with me.
I’m a fashion photographer (M/34) here in Paris/France.
I take my job very seriously and I never crossed any lines with models I photographed for three reasons. First, I’m married and love my wife. Second, I’m a professional and any improper behavior can ruin my career. Third, I respect the women I work with. Just because a model smiles or talks to me, doesn’t mean she wants something.
This was just another job. Chloe (F/22) called me weeks before the job to organize a lingerie shooting. She wanted some pictures to start modeling. Chloe is a gorgeous french blond, 1.78 tall, skinny, amazing body, long blond hair.
We decided to photograph at her apartment in the 8eme because of the natural light and the Parisian style. I buzzed to get in her building and she asked me to come up to the 4th floor. Chloe opened the door with a big smile, she looked amazing just with a jeans and t-shirt.