Model Behavior

A couple years ago I was contacted for an outdoor Nudes shoot by a traveling photographer. We agreed that I would pick him up where he was staying and take him on one of my favorite hikes and take nude pictures and some erotic solo videos along the enchanted trail. He seemed professional in our conversations and the compensation was $500 for the day, a 6 hour adventure. I picked him up and was surprised that he was much younger than me, and not so much a traveling photographer as a boy visiting his parents for the holidays.. We began our home with a steep ascent over the ocean bluffs, up and up to a giant 40ft boulder that sat alone atop a golden hill overlooking the ocean below. I always hiked in my robe on nude shoots so I could whip it off and fling it on as passersbys came and went. I spider monkey climbed that boulder, disrobed and began posing precariously balancing on the rough jagged outcroppings. It was a freezing cold day, but he was sweating profusely, all thumbs with his camera, clearing his throat every few seconds.. He quietly mumbled compliments about my body. Here got an impossible to hide erection which I also took as a compliment. "Uhm..." he cleared his throat again. "Do you think i could.. uhm.. if I paid you extra would you be able to.. give ne a blow job maybe?" I want surprised and I politely answered, "No thank you, no touching please, as I mentioned in our previous conversation. "Yeah, no, of course, I was just thinking.." I got up put my robe on and led him up another hill to the next location.
A giant moss covered oak stood tall with drooping branches, and I got naked, and started to climb it. I reached there first big limb, swung a leg over and started scooting down the branch. In typical kitty hijinks, I soon realized I was sort of stuck on this moss carpeted branch about 8 feet off the ground. Climbing down is never as simple as climbing up. My poses got awkward as I felt less comfortable and more like I was slipping. "I think I'm stuck.." I called out. He continued taking pictures. I decided I would try hanging off the branch and just drop the rest of the way. I had my chest over one side of the branch and the rest of my body dangled off the other side. I was losing the strength to grapple the branch and the moss started peeling away under the grasp of my claws. "Sorry, can you help me?!" I was slowly slipping and yet he kept snapping pictures. It was a funny thing to get on film, but also I was worried I would land wrong and hurt my ankles. He finally walked up to me, my dangling butt and legs just above his head. "You've got some moss on you.." He reached up to me and softly wiped my butt and thighs. Then he let his hand rest on my butt and slowly lowered it towards my crotch. "Hey!" I yelled. "Can you please let me stand on your shoulders and I can get down?" This is not the first time I'd gotten stuck in a tree, in fact it was perhaps the third or fourth time, and a hard lesson to learn when climbing trees is such fun and the photos are so good. In serious awkwardness, he gave my calf a little kiss and then grabbed my ankles and put them on his shoulders. I put one knee down and then slid down his back. He liked it. "Ok, moving on to the redwoods!" I announced. He didn't seem dangerous, just verrry curious and a bit too excited.
We entered the redwood grove which towered into the sky, completely random on an otherwise treeless hill on the ocean bluffs. "Let's do some video work in here" he says. I find a gorgeous giant fallen redwood log at least 3' in diameter and covered in different hues of green mosses. I lied back on it and posed proactively, swaying back and forth. I touch myself for the camera, making all the faces and sounds expected of me. Just then two old ladies pop out of nowhere and I roll right off the log in naked hiding. He stands there and waves. They pass and we choose another spot, further away from the designated trail. Deep in the woods and I lie in the redwood needles, which are thick on the ground and make a soft bed. We do more videos of me crawling around, stretching and teasing and then he just fell right over and tumbled down the very steep hill! "OH MY GOSH ARE YOU OKAY!?" I yell after him. He doesn't reply or move and I think he had a heart attack? This was a rigorous, steep hike and he was not in particularly excellent health. I ran down the hill, leaving my robe above me and a young couple is coming up a nearby path. They spot me and point and start coming towards me. I get down to the photographer and ask, "Are you alright?" He just blinks up at me and nods his head, clearly embarrassed. "Would it be possible for us to have sex? It's just watching you do all these videos, it's impossible not to touch you.." I smile and maintaining composure, "No, sorry, I'm not interested." He looks at me with puppy eyes, "Pleeease? I'd give you anything.." Just then the couple walks by and marle it obvious they're super high (very typical here), "Dude! Its a witch!" They laugh, I wave. "WE'RE JUST DOING A PHOTOSHOOT!" I yell down to them. They keep walking, stumbling as they giggle and look back. I look back at the photographer, "Please?" He try's again in case I've just changed my mind. "No." I say simply, I'm getting good at this I thought to myself, smiling. There was a time I wouldn't have found it so easy to defend my boundaries, let alone communicate them at all. After that, we hiked through the redwoods to the high point of the coast, taking more pictures, though I was becoming increasingly modest with my posing so as not to stir him up again. As we near the end of our hike together, he grabs my shoulder. "Let's stop here, one more set.." Okay, last one. I pose uninspired, trying to wrap things up. Im facing the ocean and he's taking pictures from behind. The camera stops clicking. I assume he just doesn't like this pose, so I change it. Still no click, I move again, and then I hear him breathing heavily right behind me. I turn around and his pants are around his ankles and hes touching himself through his underwear. "Touch it.." he whispers in what he dreamed was a seductive command. "I said no touching!" I rush past him to grab my robe. "Come on, come back!" He shouts, still rubbing himself. I put on my robe, rolling my eyes. I can't be too reactive as he still hasn't paid me. He waddles towards me like a gangster penguin, pants too low hobbling his gait. He pulls his underwear down as he gets close. "Just look at it. Just go bend over that rock for me. I won't touch you, I promise." I sigh, "I've heard that before and I really would rather not". His jaw is dropping with his stupefying desire. "Ok, will you just watch me then?" This needs to be over. Damn I have to drive him home too.. "Just please can you do this later with the videos, by yourself, at home?" That made perfect sense to me. We were literally out on the open trail, no trees and he's just jacking off into the sunset. "I can't stop now...." His face contorts as he strokes himself harder. I start walking away and call back, "finish yourself and catch up." And he does, and not quietly.. It's a 30 minute walk back to my car, which we spend in complete silence. When we get in the car, I request payment. He's $200 short and says he needs to borrow some money from his parents when I drop him off. Im fuming. "You know, what you did back there was very unprofessional, and not all your models will have the confidence to say no. It's a very awkward position to put someone in when they're afraid you won't pay them if they don't say yes, or worse." He completely missed the point, "Well yeah, back home all ther models I've ever hired have had sex with me. You're the first to say no, but California girls are teases I guess. It really turned me on." This guy is weird and I'm getting angry about the whole thing. Im a model, he's a photographer. I specifically made the boundary of NO touching. I'm supposed to model, he's supposed to make media art of it. How so many photographers try to weasel it into sexual favors for themselves is beyond my compassion these days. I gave him a talking to the whole ride to his folks house while he stared out the window. He did go in and return with the extra $200. In the end, it was a strengthening of my boundaries, and of the thousands of pictures we took and the many videos, he only ever sent me these pictures. It was one of my last nude photoshoots for the next couple years. Just a couple weeks ago he asked if I'd like to shoot again.
Not so much, though I will say his email was very kind and he seemed genuinely happy that I was able to start my horse rescue after all, and that he wished me the best and that our shoot is still his favorite two years later. I like to imagine that everyone is always growing, becoming their best selves, shedding the habits and choices that kept them hostage to who they were, and expanding into who they are now. Still, I won't be working with him again.