Alina set her iPhone up on a timer as she faced the camera, as the clock ticked down to five seconds, she cocked her head back and dumped a bottle of water over herself, the picture snapping at the perfect time, the water caught mid-air, some of it splashing onto her face, and staining her sports bra, running down her b-cup breasts, and sliding down her firm, sexy stomach. These pictures usually required five or six takes, at least, but as she wiped the water from her face and inspected the picture, it was perfect.
She took a towel and dried off, shaking her long blonde hair as she wiped her face off. Tight black workout pants clung to her ass, which was naturally round and firm, the perfect sweet spot between flat and a ba-donk-a-donk. She made her way back to her bedroom and gave the photo one final look-over before she posted it.
It was wonderful. Her blue eyes closed, mouth open as the water washed over her, her hair just the perfect amount of wet, she’d captured the perfect
“See, now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Another heaping helping of mashed potatoes were plopped onto Haley’s already overloaded plate, situated next to the green beans and buttery creamed corn. They had already run out of chicken breasts, but there were plenty of sides still left sitting on the counter. Haley must have emptied a whole coop by now, but there was no stopping our greedy undergrad by now. She was on a roll, and all of her mama’s home cooking was just too good to pass up!
“All your frettin’ over whether or not you were gonna pass your exams.” Mrs. West purred with a bemused little
I’m chatting with the camera operator, rehearsing the framing of the opening shot one more time, when I feel Rod’s hand on my shoulder. “You ready, Fuentes?” he asks.
I look back up at him and smile. “When you’re the director, I’m ready for anything. Season 8, Episode 1, let’s shoot this thing!”
He laughs. “I’d be nothing without you as my cinematographer!” I wave him off, suppressing a smile.
We’re not normally this friendly, this nice to each other on set. There are too many things going on, too many things to worry about. We’re each in our own world if w