Adultery Kalpana : The Nair Studio **

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That was my first entry in his studio and it was nothing like the last time I had been there to take a passport picture. It was years before anyway. I was a bit overwhelmed at the enormity of the set and the infrastructure in general. ‘Since you agreed to pose as a picture model for our studio wall I suggest you take a complete photo shoot madam. Usually it is very expensive. I shall give you some pictures to surprise Ravi this evening and eventually in a week’s time shall make a whole album out of today’s shoot.’
I was just nodding. ‘Ok madam; please stand there in the centre.’ With that he switched on the light. I nodded and walked thinking of my shabby dress and also acutely conscious of my lack of undergarments. The very thought of this made me bothersome, at the same time excited. So, I stopped and asked him, ‘Could this wait for an hour or so mr.nair? So I could go home freshen up and come back with something more appropriate and better looking for a photo shoot?’ He nodded negatively saying, ‘Madam, you don’t understand. We will just take a few trial shots now, and then we will think of the costume. Remember, this is a professional studio and we shoot for a lot of models here regularly. ‘Leave the worrying part to me. We have decent changing rooms here and there is a make up table in the corner if you need to use it. I believe you don’t need it for the trial shots. any more questions? I have an important appointment in the afternoon.’ I noticed the sudden change in the tone and him exuberating his professionalism and authoritativeness the minute he entered the studio room. I was too shy to bring up my underwear issue and I let it pass by. If he had noticed from behind that I wasn’t wearing a bra, he didn’t pay any special attention to it. As he switched on the lights, a dummy coconut tree trunk in a slanted shape at the middle of studio came to my view and there was matching beach scenery wallpaper at the wall behind. I suddenly remembered the picture of the girl in bikini on the wall posing in the same background. The picture of the model was stunningly realistic which made me think that it was taken really at the beach. The Plaster-of-Paris coconut tree trunk looked so real in the picture. ‘So, please lean on the tree and stretch your hands a bit madam’ mr.nair was standing in his place behind those studio lights with the camera in his hand waiting for me. I bunched up my hair and adjusted the ‘bun’ in my head before leaning on the tree and all the while noticed that nair was staring at my folds in my hip. The way he studies the area made him look like a man seriously planning for a mountaineering expedition along the contour of my hip if only he was a miniature. What might be the destination? my nipple? I was smiling at my own imagination. Although I wasn’t really feeling comfortable to his open staring, I didn’t really mind. I went to the tree, leaned on it and began stretching my arms, but suddenly cautious, brought my pallu and was about to tuck it around my waist when heard mr.nair shout ‘Leave it as it is madam. It is the essence of the picture. Don’t tie it in your hip. We are not taking group photo here.’ I was slightly taken aback by the harshness in his voice. I had let the pallu loose again while lying over the slant tree I was facing him to my left. Now I understood his concept. I should let my pallu on a free flow, so he could get a free show. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have let my pallu free?’ while my stretched hands headed for the tree trunk over my head.