Page 12 of That One Night in Vegas: A Lesbian Romance
She’d found an agency when she was looking online. A
high-end escort service. The thought of having sex with a man
churned her stomach, and not just for the obvious reasons.
She’d left to avoid that very thing, to get away from men who
wanted to own and control her body.
“Don’t worry about being nervous,” Rodger said, his
camera dangling from his hand. The bright lights were starting
to make Cassia feel dizzy. “Cross your legs, like that. You
have beautiful legs. Tuck your hand under your chin. Don’t
smile but purse your lips. Look down, then look up at me. Yes,
exactly like that! You’re a natural at this.”
Cassia barely managed not to groan. When Stu said a few
pictures that wouldn’t be posted online but would be sent out
in private emails to keep everything discreet, she thought it
would only take a few minutes. He instructed her to wear
black. She’d shown up in an expensive, tasteful black dress,
and was instead provided with a brand-new black tank top by
Stu himself, the tags on, and asked to strip down to the black
panties she had on underneath. Luckily, it afforded more
coverage than most bathing suits.
“You have beautiful hair,” Rodger said as he circled her and
clicked away. “That’s your natural color?”
“Yes.” Cassia shifted uncomfortably
on the hard wood stool.
She dug her bare toes into the bottom rung and shifted slightly
to relieve the numb muscles in her legs.
“And your eyes. Beautiful. So beautiful.”
She’d lost track of the number of times Rodger had said it.
He didn’t seem creepy, but Cassia wondered what he was
going to do with the photos he took before he handed them
