Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, I do however own this story, I'm just borrowing the characters.

Show me what you want (and tell me how you like it).

The air in the studio had become thick and hot, the room swelling with Californian sun. I could feel a bead of perspiration snaking it's way down the nape of my neck. It was almost unbearable.

I had to squint my eyes against the harsh glare of the white screen as I changed the film in the camera and adjusted the focal length of the lens. I flexed my fingers and rolled my shoulders – I'd arrived here before sunrise and I could guarantee the sun is setting now. It was my job to get the best photo as quickly as possible. I finished up making the necessary adjustments and with my head bowed I called in the last model. If my memory served me correctly her name was Brittany. Cute. I looked up and into the view finder to see her standing there, her hip cocked to the side as her suspenders clung to her shapely legs. I knew my gaze was appreciative and... obvious by the way she was smiling at me.

She was confident certainly – she had to be in this line of work. But the knowing smirk she gave me as I stood up from behind my camera made her look irresistible. My mouth had gone dry and I found myself swiping y tongue over parched lips.

My gaze roamed over the deep blue night of her corset, the twisting vines of black trailed up the contours of the silk leading to the webbing of black lace and came to rest on the roundness of the tops of her breasts. My tongue rolled over my bottom lip again. I wondered if her skin was as soft as it looked, the cream of her body where it met black looked delicious. I followed the lines of Chantilly lace back down the curve of her breasts to waist, appreciating how closely it fitted her. It was like following a forbidden trail, one that I wanted to follow blindly down.

I needed to be professional about this. I was always professional about this kind of thing – I made it a point not to hook up with anyone related to my work in one way or another.

But I could still feel myself warm from the inside out.

"Brittany is it?" My voice was soft and lilting. It was a voice I reserved for lovers only.

"Miss Lopez I presume?" She rested her hands on her hips; my eyes were drawn to her curves.

"The one and only." She smiled widely at me revealing white teeth contrasting with the plump pink of her mouth. She began playing with her hair absentmindedly, to remind myself of my own rules I tugged anxiously on my earlobe, bringing me to my senses.

"Are you ready Brittany?" I said already beginning to move back behind my camera, my voice was deeper, rougher somehow. I wasn't sure if that was better than my previous light and heady way I addressed her.

"How do you want me?" She whispered. I looked directly into her ice blue eyes, and saw mischief lurking behind her pseudo-innocence.

"I'll be sure to give you very clear direction Brittany." I said resolutely. I could feel my hands begin to sweat, my fingertips slippery over the camera as I glanced at her for just a moment. I knew that one image, now like a photograph in my mind would be there for many years to come.

I ducked down, refocusing myself on the task at hand.

"Run your right hand through your hair and look just over your left shoulder." She did so fluidly, like a sultry 50's pinup. My voice was low and rough as I saw how the rigidity of the corset moved against her pliant flesh.

It was a slow burn watching her move at my every command. "Now, stand centre front, tilt your chin up." I felt a prickle of pleasure plucking at my spine. "Good, like your challenging someone Brittany."

"Brittany think of it as a... seduction showdown. You have the upper hand." At this she glowed, half of her mouth twitching up into the smirk from before.

She looked directly into the lens, her teeth dragging slowly over her lower lip, leaving rouge in its wake. Her fingers were working their way slowly from the back of her neck to her collarbone, lingering there for a moment before moving gently down to the material, caressing her self as if she were naked and there was no one else in here. As her hands moved down she pulled the heat from within me upwards leaving me flushed in my cheeks.

I found my own hands imitating hers, stroking at the buttons on my camera as I continued to take multiple photos and murmured compliments and encouragement. The hardness of the metal tripod was not a good enough replacement for what she would feel like, rising and cresting to every touch of my hands.

I wanted to run the palms of my hands up her inner thighs - I needed to touch.

"Good Brittany, keep going." She hooked one thumb into the top of her suspender belt and with it nudged at the top of her silk panties. I reached off to the side and was met with a sweating bottle of water. I took a large gulp and placed it at my feet.

"Rest your hands on the dip of your waist, good Brittany. Good."

I had already taken so many photos that I needed to put in a new reel of film. As I did this hair and makeup staff appeared from nowhere and began twiddling strands of hair and reapplying lip gloss. As I saw them begin to tie her hair up I had to object. Blonde beautiful wavy hair should not be hidden within an up do and that is exactly what I said. Plus the slightly mussed hair made her look as if she had just thoroughly enjoyed a round of rough sex and the best orgasm she had ever had. She played with the hem of her corset as this all took place and every time she caught my eye she would begin to fondle an area of lace or smooth out a non-existent crease from her stockings. My breaths became shallow.

All of this touching of equipment and fiddling with clothing was turning me on; it was like some unbidden foreplay. I dug my nails into my palm. I needed to cool off. I collected the cold dew from my water bottle and dabbed it on my neck – hoping for temporary relief.

"Ok Brittany I have a new roll of film – Sam can you grab a chair please?" He moved quickly to retrieve the item and have it back to me in record time. She had already sat in the position I wanted her in before I even gave the command. She straddled the chair, her long fingers threaded in between each other across the back of the chair, but her legs engulfed it, wrapping lasciviously around the hard wood. I could feel my resolve crumble as I photographed her. The rules. My rules.

She pouted slightly, I wondered if she enjoyed the barely there kisses the way I do, the kind that tantalize and turn you on more than full on contact. The blinding white behind her was somehow casting a soft glow over her skin. The light lapped at her; but the hollow of her collar bone and her smooth inner thighs were coated in darkness – just beyond where the light could reach. My fingertips twitched wanting to explore those parts of her – I wanted to tease her. I longed to coax and draw out breathy moans and have her panting, have her desperately clutching at words to tell me how much she was enjoying this one night rendezvous. I wanted her lips at my ear telling me she wants it harder and rougher. I want her to chase every part of me with every part of her; to know her hips are shifting upwards desperate to reach an end that only I can give.

I realised I had stopped taking photos and instead stood there staring unflinchingly at her. She giggled softly as I ducked behind the camera, refocusing the lens. She tilted her head back, her hair spreading further across her shoulders as she did so and her eyes fluttered to a close. She looked relaxed and calm, arching her back and pushing forward her breasts. As her hand came around to cup her neck and glide slowly up to twist a little in her hair, I could feel myself getting wet. Flustered I haphazardly shot a few more photos. All thoughts of her having to take my direction had long gone.

"We're done now." My voice was high and unnatural; I really needed to deal with the heat that I was feeling.

Brittany's eyes sprung open in surprise; as if she had forgotten everyone was here, as if she'd forgotten this was a photo shoot. Before the crew had a chance to dismantle everything she stood up and began walking towards me – long, assured strides that made me shiver.

"Are you sure Miss Lopez? I'm not sure we got the right shot – do you?"

I stepped away from the camera and smiled at her, I couldn't trust myself to speak just yet. I nodded in response but she raised an eyebrow inquisitively, a touch of a predatory smile causing her eyes to glisten mischievously and her teeth to bite her lip.

"And what shot would that be Miss Pierce?"

She considered my question a moment whilst trailing her fingers over my camera. Ordinarily I would've shouted at someone touching my equipment – but this was an unusual circumstance.

"I don't know Miss Lopez. You are the professional at these things." I looked at her again, appreciating every inch of skin that she was showing. I could imagine my hands running over the corset, untying each lace slowly, reverently.

"But-"she drew my attention upwards again, she was tapping her index finger thoughtfully against the camera mount "-I guess in your capable hands the outcome will be... outstanding".

"Of course Brittany, I have a very good reputation."

"Very good" she mumbled and I watched as she looked me over approvingly. I could feel myself getting wetter under her gaze.

"Brittany I was wondering if you wanted-"

"Miss Pierce" Sam shouted enthusiastically. "Miss Berry says for you to head straight back to hair and makeup."

Brittany sighed, rolling her eyes a little. "I'll be right there." With those words, I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

But before she left she leant towards me, her words licking at my ear and resting like a kiss upon my throat.

"Can I get your number?"

A/N: So this got stuck in my head today and I decided to write it. I tend not to be very good when it comes to writing seduction of any sort but thought I would give it a try! Hope you all liked it.

This is also an edited version - second chapter will be up by Sunday this week!