“An opportunity will emerge in the next few days. Take it.” — my fortune cookie

The client informs the girl he is sponsoring her next photoshoot. He would like to direct the photoshoot. She doesn’t know how it’s supposed to work with three people involved, but she is super excited.

During the setup, they chitchat and the photographer tells them a story about his childhood spent on a horse farm. “When you make an appointment for stud services, you have to test the mare’s ovulation status. You are wasting your money if she is not ovulating.” The ovulation test is done by introducing the mare to a stallion over a fence. If she is ovulating, she will welcome his attention. If she is not ovulating, she will get irritated with him. You have to be vigilant when you do that. If you are not careful, he might jump over the fence to have sex with her. That’s why ponies are often used for ovulation testing, they are not good jumpers and are not tall enough to reach her. One day, they used a regular sized horse for the test, the horse got so excited he jumped over the fence and tried stick his giant erect penis in her. His dad had to beat the horse’s penis with a yard brush to prevent penetration.

What a story, the client shakes his head. We need to get to work. But the story just kinda lingers in the room. It’s in the air they breathe. She can’t stop thinking about it. Now they are doing a shoot with the girl on her back. She can’t see very well without her glasses. She squints and looks to her left: the client is a broad-shouldered beefy type with thick sausage-like fingers and a savage look, he looks like a hungry wolf. She squints and looks to her right: the photographer is skinny and hunched over his camera, all you see is his hair the color of straw, like pony mane. What's wrong with me, she thinks, everything arouses me. 

The photographer gives instructions for their creative shoot: “Now, imagine being in her dream. She is having a dream. She is writhing. She wants to be touched.” The client gropes her. He massages her mouse titties and squeezes them. He pulls on her nipples. He rubs her belly. He plays with her landing strip. He grabs her pussy. The smell of sweat is filling the room. She arches her back, her tongue is lolling out, she can’t stop writhing.

At that moment, the photographer captures the perfect shot.