Stock Photographer

Jeffrey licked his lips as he gazed at the previous work of the young model, Megan, who he was to shoot today. He slowly pressed another roll of film into his camera and chose his lens for the set. After packing up his tripod, lens, camera, and spare film rolls, he locked his front door, kissed his wife Melany goodbye and left. He arrived at the set at 7:34 AM, perhaps 10 minutes late he thought to himself. He left from his car and progressed inside. Two men were readying the corpse, painting fresh make up on her dried, pale skin and forcing her dry breasts into a bikini top. Jeffrey smiled, and sat down as he always does to set up his gear.