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Let’s move on to the next one, see what we can get done
before lunch.”
    “What’s next, again?” Drew was already bending over the
duffel bag of neatly wrapped rope bundles, looking for the lengths he might
need.
    “ Shinju ,” Danny replied. “You sure you’re okay with
this, Evie?” The tie would bind her breasts tightly above and below, squeezing
them into prominence. It was the first binding they would photograph that was
overtly sexual.
    She looked a little nervous but nodded. Drew realized she
was still wearing the deep red Chinese silk robe she had taken to throwing on
over the bodysuit, and he wondered why.
    Then his thoughts abandoned him as Eva sat on the floor in
front of the backdrop and let the robe slip from her shoulders to puddle around
her waist.
    She was topless. Right there in front of everybody, in the
middle of the afternoon. He had no idea why it was about a million times hotter
to see her breasts this way than it had been the last time he saw them. He
nearly whimpered openly as his cock stiffened at the sight.
    As Danny fussed with the drape of the silk around Eva’s
hips, Drew tried to gather his scattered wits and look as though he weren’t
about to keel over in shock and lust. “Um, the black rope, right?”
    He thought back over the conversation of that morning,
trying to recall hearing Eva agree to do the shinju binding topless.
Nope. He remembered nothing. Either she and Danny had talked about it when he
wasn’t there, or he’d been more distracted by Seth’s engagement than he ever
would have thought possible.
    “Yeah. We’re keeping the robe draped over her legs, it’ll go
nicely in the shot. Honey, you need help with anything?”
    The lighting for the next several shots was to be more
dramatic, and Sheila was busy shutting out the sunlight and arranging the
reflectors.
    “No, I’m good. Hey. Wow. Evie, you’re going to make me look
all kinds of bad when I get back to being the model. My boobs aren’t nearly as
pretty as yours,” she quipped, as she fiddled with the equipment.
    “Oh. Um, thanks?” A deep blush spread over Eva’s face and
chest, and Drew could see her start to hunch her shoulders, a marked change
from her initial statue-straight posture. He was surprised to feel a surge of
protectiveness. He didn’t want her to be stiff and self-conscious; he wanted
her to be open and comfortable, and to enjoy this.
    “You don’t have to fish for compliments, Sheila,” he
quipped. “Your boobs are every bit as nice as Eva’s. It’s just we’ve all seen yours enough times that the novelty has worn off.”
    The round of laughter that followed seemed to relax Eva a
fraction. Sheila’s comeback relaxed her a bit more, and within a few minutes,
the four were back to talking and joking as they had before the unveiling.
    Drew was glad for the enforced slow pace of the photo shoot,
which required him to stop every few minutes while Sheila took pictures of each
step during the process. The more artistic shots would come at the end, when
the binding was complete; these photos, however, were meant to be
instructional. It made the whole thing more impersonal, more clinical, and the
friendly mood in the room certainly lent itself to a platonic approach.
    None of that changed the fact, though, that Drew was wildly
turned-on from the moment he looped the first coil of soft black nylon braid
around Eva’s slim, taut body. It wouldn’t have been so bad if it weren’t clear
from the start that Eva was feeling it too. Her eyes were half closed, her lips
parted, while a gentle flush once again warmed her face and chest. Not the
embarrassed red of a few minutes earlier, but a soft glow that accompanied the
rush of blood to engorged nipples.
    “Not too tight,” Danny murmured at one point when Drew was
close to finishing the binding. “Not during the instructional stuff, anyway. If
she’s okay with it, you can make it snugger for the shots we do after that.”
    Drew realized