OvercomingtheNeed by Zenobia Renquist Page B

knocked on the glass.
    “No one is here, mamí.”
    Naomie knocked harder, doing the shave-and-a-haircut rhythm.
The light got brighter as a door in the back opened.
    Clay stuck his head around the corner, saw them, grinned
wide and then rushed to the door. He unlocked it and pushed it open. “My two
favorite ladies. How goes it?”
    Mia held up the front of Naomie’s skirt, displaying Naomie’s
wet pussy lips.
    “That good, huh? Come on in.” He stepped to the side and
propped the door open more.
    “Thanks,” Mia and Naomie chorused together.
    Clay closed and locked the door behind them. “I was just
thinking about you two. Perfect timing.”
    “Oh? And why’s that?” Naomie asked with a knowing grin. “And
for that matter, when did this place move?”
    “Business is booming so we needed a bigger space. A location
opened up and corporate pounced on it. The new place got all new everything but
the old stuff has to be inventoried to either be shipped to another store or
sold. I got the job.” He shrugged.
    Mia said, “Lucky for us then. Naomie and I need a place to fuck.
We thought you wouldn’t mind accommodating us.”
    “You thought right.” Clay waved them to follow him.
“Everyone is at the other location. Only I have the keys to this place. My
camera is ready.”
    “That’s not the only thing.” Naomie squeezed his ass. Some
light flirting that wouldn’t amount to anything because Clay wasn’t her type.
He was cute. That kind of puppy-dog, carry-your-books-to-class cute that kept
him friend-zoned until a girl decided she wanted to date a good guy.
    But he was the silent type people always warned about. The
unassuming type with a naughty side that would get him laid more often if he
had a more aggressive personality…and said no to that third helping and got
some more sun. He was a voyeur with a camera. If not for Naomie and Mia and
women like them to quench his appetite, he might have developed into a peeping
tom with a telescopic lens.
    Clay preferred his own images to the ones found on the
internet and he never lacked for models. It was the friend vibe he gave off,
which he didn’t fake. Clay was a genuinely good guy who wouldn’t say boo to a
mouse. Despite that, Naomie could imagine Clay slowly talking the women out of
their clothes. He had that soft, soothing voice that became almost hypnotic
until he stumbled over a word and shattered the mood.
    The women would find that shy quality of his endearing. They
would remove more and more clothing because he was nice and flattered them.
They would go from being hesitant and nervous to eager and bold, enjoying
erotic poses and masturbating with the plethora of toys that would suddenly
appear all for Clay’s photo-taking pleasure. But that was what Naomie imagined.
Clay might just ask the women to do it without any lead-in and have them agree
or chew him out for his presumption. She could imagine the second scenario as
easily as the first.
    Clay grinned over his shoulder at her. “I’m really happy you
ladies stopped by. My now ex-girlfriend recently went nuclear and deleted the
hard drive with all my pictures on it.”
    Naomie blinked in surprise. “All of them?”
    “ All of them. I didn’t have any backups, which was
stupid.”
    “Very,” Mia and Naomie said together.
    “Yeah, yeah. But it’s not like I wanted to put them on a web
storage.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
    Naomie nodded. “Good point but a DVD or backup hard drive
might have saved you some heartache.”
    “True. Or I could just shoot new ones.” He opened the door
to the last studio. “Voilà.”
    Mia asked, “So what set her off and why your hard drive?”
    Clay sighed and shook his head. “I got careless. I put my pictures
of her in the same master folder as my pictures of my other…let’s call them
clients.”
    Naomie said, “I don’t mind being called a client.”
    “So yeah. She found the other pics and got pissed since she
figured out they weren’t