Aberration by Iris Blaire

run. I order them into showers and hair and makeup.
    "Now the question is, who should be my victims for my trial round?"
    "Someone who you would least expect to be able to dominate a guy," says Andrea.
    I frown. "Shouldn't we be taking baby steps here?"
    "Nah," she says, pulling a diet soda from the fridge. "This should be an exercise for you as much as them. You should be letting go and learning to trust them."
    I purse my lips before saying. "Alright, but if this goes awry, I'm blaming you. Chloe!" I yell, my voice echoing through the empty house. "Somebody get Chloe and Miguel into hair and makeup!"
    Not knowing if anyone heard me, I make my way through the house to try and figure out the situation. Dallas and Evan took over the room we shot in last night, and Delilah and Adam are sharing a room too. Their on-again-off-again relationship is exhausting, to say the least. They're probably using this set-up to screw each other relentlessly without feeling guilty about it.
    Chloe is sharing a room with Ella, which leaves Jaime with Miguel. The models have converted the largest bathroom into a dressing room. This is the first time I've ever done a full blown, multi-day shoot without an entire crew. Normally, the thought of shooting without a crew or makeup team would make me nervous, but I think the fact that it didn't even cross my mind until now says something about my team. I've been working with most of my all-stars for over a year now. I'm beginning to trust them.
    This is good business.
    When Chloe and Miguel are through with hair and makeup and water-proofed, they follow me down to the gorgeous infinity pool overlooking the ocean. Chloe looks nervous until I tell her to take a swim. Already bikini-clad, she dives in the water and pushes her wet bob back.
    Chloe was the token adorable-little-thing I hired last year before the Boston shoot. She's probably my most insecure model, but uses her innocent demeanor to her advantage. At her audition shoot, Adam posed with her, drawing inspiration from an animal-and-his-prey theme. Chloe really hasn't shown me another character other than prey for the male gaze.
    Andrea directs. She orders Miguel to sit on the side of the pool with his feet in the water. Chloe pulls herself from the pool, dripping wet, and Andrea has her kneel behind Miguel.
    "Kiss his neck," Andrea orders. "But do so in a way that you are demanding him to pay attention to you. Be sly. Be confident."
    Chloe takes a deep breath, and then says, "I don't know how to be those things."
    I drop my camera. "You're thinking too much. Don't think. Don't worry about taking a bad picture. Pretend I'm not here."
    Chloe thinks for a moment. She bites her bottom lip, and then reaches around Miguel, dragging her nails down his chest, decorating him with trails of water that are catching in the sunlight, making for an interesting photograph.
    One of the highlights of my job is watching a model battle with enjoying themselves and doing their job. That's exactly what's happening with Miguel right now. He's enjoying Chloe learning how to access a new side of herself, learning that she is allowed to relentlessly tease. He's fighting for control over how turned on he is. I can see his erection straining against his board shorts, making note of it. It's part of my job.
    Andrea makes a note of it too. She has Miguel lie back. Chloe takes off her top and kneels between his legs, sliding his board shorts off. I position Chloe so the shot stays classy, having her straddle him. But then she freezes up again, used to the man initiating the foreplay.
    "How will you encourage him to taste you?" Andrea asks, allowing Chloe to make the decision for herself .
    Chloe leans forward and Miguel's tongue darts out, gliding over her nipple.
    I realize that, other than Andrea's instructions, the pool has been silent. I turn to look behind me, and all of the models are watching intently from the patio furniture.
    When I turn back, Miguel's hand are on