Going pro... (NSFW)

Nothing But Net · 07-22-2006, 08:33 AM

As many of you know, I've been out of work since mid-February and essentially taking a sabbatical. The finances are OK for now and I've needed time to decide what to do with the rest of my life. Surprise! I want to become a professional photographer.

The quirk of fate is, my first possible paying assignment just fell out the sky last night.

My 30 year high school reunion is tonight but a bunch of alumni kicked off the weekend with a party at a local restuarant on Friday night. That place closed about ten so a few of us decided to go to my old blues haunt, Shakespeare's Pub. I haven't been there in several months and I had heard from a friend that it had been sold to an Iranian(?!) and the place had gone downhill. I must disagree with that assessment straight off, because there are now three hot young women behind the bar instead of the smart-alec booze-nazis that used to work there. But there is something else afoot, as well.

After our little group got there and soon I notice that quite a few old classmates people from the first party started showing up. Cool, I'm in my domain. I took a few pictures of the group while walking around the bar, then grabbed a stoll and ordered up.

Across the bar is an attractive woman who (shall we say) is commanding a bit of attention from all the guys. Eye contact is made. Lin is dancing with someone else so I say, what the hell, I'll go ask her. I approach and before I can say a word she says "You're the photographer guy". "Yes, I am". "I want you to take a picture of me." I was way ahead of that already, so I snapped a quick shot:

"Now I want you to get one of me bent over a chair." I demurr, as this is public place with 40-50 people in it, in an upscale middle class area: "Perhaps this isn't the right location for that". "Will you do a photo shoot for me?" "Of course, when do you want to do it." (My unemployment benefits require me to take any job offered.) "Next week. How much do you charge?" Boo-yah! "We'll work something out."

I snap a frontal pose before Lin intercedes. I don't thank you can consider this a "wardrobe malfuntion", it seems to be more of a feature:

We exchange contact info and she's supposed to call me Monday. A couple of my friends kid me and swear she's a tranny, but I'm skeptical. I see the shemale aspect, and she could definately use some slimming in the back 40, but damn! I'll keep you posted.

By the way, I need to decide on a name for my photo business. I'm leaning toward "The Naked Eye", only because "The Money Shot" can only inevitably lead to trouble. What do you think?

07-22-2006, 08:33 AM	#1
Nothing But Net Professor Join Date: Sep 2001 Location: Spring, Texas Posts: 1,481	Going pro... (NSFW) As many of you know, I've been out of work since mid-February and essentially taking a sabbatical. The finances are OK for now and I've needed time to decide what to do with the rest of my life. Surprise! I want to become a professional photographer. The quirk of fate is, my first possible paying assignment just fell out the sky last night. My 30 year high school reunion is tonight but a bunch of alumni kicked off the weekend with a party at a local restuarant on Friday night. That place closed about ten so a few of us decided to go to my old blues haunt, Shakespeare's Pub. I haven't been there in several months and I had heard from a friend that it had been sold to an Iranian(?!) and the place had gone downhill. I must disagree with that assessment straight off, because there are now three hot young women behind the bar instead of the smart-alec booze-nazis that used to work there. But there is something else afoot, as well. After our little group got there and soon I notice that quite a few old classmates people from the first party started showing up. Cool, I'm in my domain. I took a few pictures of the group while walking around the bar, then grabbed a stoll and ordered up. Across the bar is an attractive woman who (shall we say) is commanding a bit of attention from all the guys. Eye contact is made. Lin is dancing with someone else so I say, what the hell, I'll go ask her. I approach and before I can say a word she says "You're the photographer guy". "Yes, I am". "I want you to take a picture of me." I was way ahead of that already, so I snapped a quick shot: "Now I want you to get one of me bent over a chair." I demurr, as this is public place with 40-50 people in it, in an upscale middle class area: "Perhaps this isn't the right location for that". "Will you do a photo shoot for me?" "Of course, when do you want to do it." (My unemployment benefits require me to take any job offered.) "Next week. How much do you charge?" Boo-yah! "We'll work something out." I snap a frontal pose before Lin intercedes. I don't thank you can consider this a "wardrobe malfuntion", it seems to be more of a feature: We exchange contact info and she's supposed to call me Monday. A couple of my friends kid me and swear she's a tranny, but I'm skeptical. I see the shemale aspect, and she could definately use some slimming in the back 40, but damn! I'll keep you posted. By the way, I need to decide on a name for my photo business. I'm leaning toward "The Naked Eye", only because "The Money Shot" can only inevitably lead to trouble. What do you think?

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