Pyres funeral, chapter 2.....Kindles world.

Kindles World....

...The semi naked girl looked over towards him, nervously running her tongue over her lips...

Chapter 1 here

.....The guy behind the mirror scared her now, and she wanted this booking over and done with, as soon as possible....

..... Her name was Kindle, she was 27 years young, and beautiful.
The guy now behind the mirror, he called himself Justin, had contacted her months ago online, via her website.
They'd met up two times previously, both times for a three hour visit.
He'd never wanted sex with her, which wasn't that unusual.
Many of her clients didn't.

Clients rarely came just for the sex.
Overwhelmingly, it was the fleeting facade of intimacy that they craved, of having someone to talk to openly - about things that they never could in their 'other life'.

Ninety nine percent of her clients time, was spent living a lie.
A life of sorts, yes, but much closer to being just an existence.
Only one percent of their time was spent being real, being honest, feeling alive....
And that was time was while they were here, with Kindle, in her luxury apartment.
She could never understand the fear that she saw in so many peoples eyes, the fear of giving yourself over to true nudity with your partner.
Nudity of the mind is the only real nudity there is...any other kind is just skin.

.....He'd brought his camera with him on the first booking, which was very usual. Men are such visual creatures.
Both visits were photo shoots rather than of 'the intimate encounter', kind- which was fine by her.

Kindle liked erotic modelling and found it great fun to do. It really stretched her imagination, to try and give the photographer the images he, or she, were looking for.
The first photo shoot with Justin was semi nude stuff, with lots of moody lighting.
Tasteful erotica, rather than hardcore gynecological type, stuff.

He was a good photographer, but he was not a great one.
He was too withdrawn, and too cold, and they never really 'connected', on that human level.
At first she thought it was a shyness in him (not an unusual thing to come across, in her line of work), but she changed her mind about that assessment, as they talked some more.

He wasn't shy at all , he was guarded. Very.
She doubted anyone would be entirely comfortable in his presence, somehow. He said he was married, and that may, or may not be, true. His marital status didn't concern her one bit, but if it was true, she was genuinely intrigued as to who that person could be.
Justin was like an emotional black hole and she could't figure out the type of person that would choose to marry such an individual.
Unless 'choice' wasn't any part of the arrangement of course.

In the past she'd worked on several photo shoots, with exceptionally talented photographers - and the one thing that they all had in common, was the ability to find a connection to the model, while in the shoot.
It brought out the best in both model and photographer.
She'd never found that connection with him, so while the images were technically excellent, the were not 'special'.

....She didn't mind , he was paying handsomely. The second shoot they did, few weeks later, was more of a bondage and sex slave type theme.
She enjoyed the kinkier style photo shoots, immensely, and had done several shoots of this type all over Europe.

From Finland to Portugal, from outside nudes in freezing snow drifts, to chained down on rocks under the glaring sun, as Atlantic waves crashed over her...
She loved these kind of shoots, she loved wild experiences. Hell, she loved her life.
....He'd tied her up, very expertly, in some rope that he's brought along for the shoot. She knew from past experience that the skill he possessed in his rope work, was from years of study.
A true 'master' of his art, if you could call it that.

Justin had paid her well, and never tried to negotiate down the price, not once.
She liked that in a person.
She wasn't cheap in any sense of the word, and she detested cheap people.

He contacted her once again, a few weeks after the second shoot, and then within five minutes of the phone call, Kindles world was set ablaze and everything had changed...

Justin Pyre was turning up the heat on her.

Chapter three...

Pyre's conversation with Kindle....