Seymour Leggs - Tease Them With Ease

"You have a lot of equipment," said Neil. "Are you a professional?"

Felix's face puckered up proudly. "Of course I am. As a matter of fact, I made myself some nice money with your photograph."

"Oh." Neil saw the large lights on tripod stands in the living room. Several cameras were on the shelf. The man was certainly prepared.

"I was shooting some photographs on my patio when I heard all the commotion. I peeked over the fence just in time to take the picture." He held out an eight-by-ten-inch glossy photograph of Neil with the soaking girl. Isn't it divine? I hardly had time to make the setting, but it came out quite clear."

"Yes, it did," said Neil. The photograph was the clearest yet. His crotch, embarrassing bulge and all, was defined so well it looked alive.

"Here are two more. One for your mom, one for your wall, one for your girlfriend. Do you have a girlfriend?"

Felix was standing quite close and Neil felt uncomfortable His senses were telling him to pack up and get out fast. But he had to be polite. "Uh… no, not really. No steady girl."

The photographer's face fell with mock sadness. "Oh, that's too bad."

"Well, I better get back to work. I wouldn't want Mr. Walker catching me goofing off," said Neil. He started for the patio door.

"One more thing," said Felix. Neil could tell by the sinister lilt of the man's voice that he was about to learn the real reason for being enticed into the apartment He slowly turned around.

There it was. Not an eight-by-ten, but an eleven-by-fourteen-inch glossy photograph of extremely impressive quality. Neil gulped. Felix grinned his finest Cheshire grin. It was obvious the photographer didn't stop with only one photo that day.

Neil was staring at a photo of his bare ass. His own bare ass with the muscular, round buns seated deep between the wide-spread thighs of the grateful mother, Helen. Her head was tossed to the side and her ecstatic face was totally captured in living detail.

The next photo Felix proudly held up was from the same angle. This time Helen had one hand deeply Imbedded in the crack of his ass as she urged him in and out. Then he was shown three more pictures taken while his sperm was coating Helen's wonderful breasts. Both faces showed in these. Neil felt beads of sweat all over his body.

The final photographs were of Helen astride his wildly bucking body. They were magnificent, clearer than any he had ever seen. Too clear – their faces were in each one.

"I used my thirty-five millimeter for these," Felix said. "I'm thrilled with the way they came out"

"Listen," said Neil. "If her husband sees those she'll get in a lot of trouble. You shouldn't have taken them."

"Oh? Yes, I guess you're right It would be a shame if he saw them. He'd be furious with her. He'd also probably kill you. He's a very big man said Felix.

Neil nodded. He was well aware of Helen's husband's size. "Why did you take them?" he asked.

"Oh," Felix grinned again, "I'm doing a photo essay. You see, I was taking pictures before the girl almost drowned. Then I took them when you saved the girl. I decided I had to have some to show what happened afterward."

"You did?"

"Absolutely." Felix laid several more pictures on the table. They were all of Helen as she sunbathed in her yard. Neil realized why Felix was ready with his camera when he saved the little girl The skinny rat was taking pictures of Helen through the fence as she lay completely naked in the sun.

They were excellent also. Tremendous quality, frightening subject matter. "What are you going to do with them?" asked Neil.

"Nothing," said Felix. "That is, if you do me a favor.

"Oh?"

"Yes. And if you don't, I'll see to it that one of these shots with you and her together happens to get to Helen's husband."

"Oh no," mumbled Neil.

"He'll be insane with anger. I wouldn't want to be in your shoes…"

"What's the favor?" asked Neil. He knew he was trapped. Felix had him by the balls. He hoped it wouldn't be something disgusting or impossible.

"Sit down." Neil sat obediently. "I want you to do some more modeling for me."

"Yes?"

"Models are so damned expensive these days. I have one coming day after tomorrow, you'll like her. I want you to pose with her while I take some really good shots."

"You mean… like those?" He pointed at the pie-hires of himself and Helen fucking.

The grin came back. "Exactly."

Neil swallowed. He wasn't too keen on having his photo done like that but he had little choice. "Do I get the negatives of the ones with Helen?" he asked.

"No. But we'll burn them together if you like. I want to be sure they're destroyed, if you cooperate," said Felix.

Neil nodded. "Okay, I'll do it Day after tomorrow."

"Four o'clock."

"Four o'clock." Neil stood and silently walked from the apartment. His heart was in his stomach, he had goofed, the dirty bastard had him trapped. His only hope was that the model would be beautiful and his face obscured in the new photographs. Big hope.

He took his tools to the apartment of Miss Touffle, after changing out of his swimsuit. He was completely occupied with thoughts of Helen's giant husband as he rang the doorbell. The door was opened by a short woman with ebony-black hair pulled tightly back on her head.

She had large, heavily made-up eyes and pink-rouged cheeks. She smiled. "Oh? Are you the repairman?" she asked.

Neil nodded. "Yes, I'm here to fix your faucet"

"Wonderful." She opened the door fully and Neil saw she was dressed in a pink leotard. The skin-tight body stocking hugged her body like flesh. She led the way to the kitchen and pointed at a dripping faucet. "That's the culprit."

Neil surveyed the job and said, "It won't take long. It must be the washer."

"Good. I'll be in the other room doing my exercises. Let me know when you're done."

She walked off and Neil noticed how solidly built she was. Her legs were her most outstanding feature. They were long and muscular. With each step the defined muscles rippled sensuously up her legs to the perfect ovals of tight, hard buns. Her waist was the thinnest he had ever seen. He figured she was some kind of athlete or something, she was built like the Russian gymnasts he saw on television. Muscular but not thick He turned his attention to the faucet.

He didn't notice when it started but soon he found himself humming along with some very pleasant music. The faucet washer was worn. He replaced It and the drip stopped. As he put his tools into the toolbox he heard Miss Touffle coming from the next room.

"Isn't this you?" she was asking. Neil saw she was carrying a copy of the paper with his picture on the front page.

His first impulse was to act humble… but then he remembered the wise words of Mr. Crocker. He played the role. "Yes, ma'am, that's me," he proudly said.

"Oh." She looked again at the picture. "Do you dance?"

"Huh?"

"I was noticing your body. It's quite well developed, like that of a dancer."

"Oh! No, I don't dance. But I swim on the swim team," he replied.

She nodded. "That's it. You look like you'd be an excellent dancer." She dropped the paper and started to size him up with her eyes.

"Well, actually I'm pretty awkward. Oh, I do the dances at school, but I don't think that's what you mean…"

"Come with me, young man. I'd like you to see something," she said. Abruptly she turned and strutted into the next room. Neil followed.

It was a two bedroom apartment but the second bedroom was lined with mirrors along two walls. A long bar about waist high ran the length of the third wall. She stopped in the center of the room, turned, and gracefully did a knee-bending dip with one hand extended.

Neil stood just inside the door and watched. The music came from a small stereo in the corner. She leaped into the air from her squatting position and flicked her feet several times before landing. Then she went into a wild spin and jumped like a gazelle almost halfway across the room. Neil was impressed, he had watched the guys on the track team practice their jumping… none of them came close to her distance.