Mark could see concern in his girlfriend Catherine’s eyes as they pulled up to a run down, definately sketchy, industrial building in a downtrodden area of the city. At first, Mark wondered if he entered the wrong address into his GPS, but, there next to a metal, windowless door was a sign for “West End Photography”.
A few days earlier, Catherine had lunch with a friend active in the local art scene. She raved about a new photographer who known for erotic, sensual work and was rumored to uncannily capture the internal essence of a person, but was still building his portfolio, so his rates were rediculously low. Intrigued, she told Mark about the photographer that evening. Each had a shared fantasy of not only being watched, but having the moment captured. Although they had roleplayed the fantasy many times, they never actually contemplated going through with it. Neither knew anyone they trusted enough to be their fantasy voyeur photographer. They realized that an opportunity had appeared and were determined to follow though. The sex they had that night, fueled by their fantasy, was hot, dirty, and utterly nasty. Mark contacted the photographer, Fabio, the next day and after discussing what they wanted, set up a photoshoot.