Part 3  
 
At last, a little bell sounded and the elevator came to a halt. The door slowly opened 
and she found herself stepping out into an elegant hallway with thick red carpet, 
antique furniture and old oil paintings on the walls. She moved slowly now on her 
crutches, not sure where she was suppose to go when...  
 
Down the hall came Tony. He looked like your typical Harvard graduate, but nice, 
friendly-looking, smiling at her as he approached with his hand outstretched.  
 
"Hi," he beamed at her, looking at her cast and crutches "No problem finding the 
studio?"  
 
"No not at all," she smiled back at him her heart lifted by the his kindness.  
 
"You look fantastic Melanie on those crutches"  
 
"Stop that but thanks."  
 
"Fantastic, it will be a great set. Well come on inside, can I get you some coffee or 
something?"  
 
She followed him through the double doors on her crutches, her casted leg leading 
the way into an expansive studio, which was furnished in a very modern style, 
completely unlike the hallway outside.  
 
"Uh...coffee would be great, thanks."  
 
"Do you take cream or sugar?" Tony asked her, and she nodded a reply.  
 
"Do sit down if you'd like and rest your broken leg," he said.  
 
Tony brought two cups of steaming coffee over and placed them on a glass coffee 
table in front of her as she sat on the white couch.  
 
"So," he said, "firstly, you are still up to the photos, Melanie"  
 
"I am," she said, "But I'm very nervous."  
 
"That's Okay, you'll have to sign a couple of forms first, but you will do just fine, you 
look s sexy in that cast Melanie".  
 
"Forms?" she said at first,  
 
"Sure I will sign them"  
 
"OK, I have to ask you a personal question, are you going to be all right posing for 
me in the nude?"  
 
She blushed, feeling the hot flush creep over her face and down her chest. Her 
stomach fluttered as adrenaline surged through her system. Naked wearing a cast?  
 
"Uh...yeah...it won't be a problem," she said, her whole body quivering with a kind of 
nervous excitement. She moved her cast and he stared at it again.  
 
"Most of the professional woman didn't want to and I've been happy to take pictures 
in the cast dressed" he said.  
 
"But I have to be honest, Melanie, you are extremely beautiful cast or no cast."  
 
She flushed again, "thank you," she said, looking shyly away from his gaze,  
 
"but I really need all the plaster to protect my leg and the idea of being naked in 
front of you in my cast she turning me on."  
 
"How long have you been in the cast?" he asked, his eyes scanning her body from 
the cast to her beautiful eyes.  
 
She shrugged, "12 weeks in a cast or another."  
 
"You must have had a very bad fracture," he sighed,  
 
"Yes, broken fibula and tibia."  
 
After coffee, he gave Melanie her crutches and helped her up on her good foot, they 
moved through to another part of the expansive, open-plan apartment, where a 
study area contained bookshelves filled with financial tomes and a huge desk in front 
of the superb view over the city towards the harbour.  
 
Tony asked her to take a seat, and she sat in a black leather chair in front of the 
desk. She crossed her legs like only woman can. He sat behind the desk. He had a 
perfect view of her cast and reached down into a draw, producing some papers.  
 
"You'll need to have a quick scan through this information to make sure  
you understand what you're signing," he advised, and she did exactly that.  
 
"Now, shall we take some pictures?" he asked.  
   
"Sure," she said, and blushed again, She kept her broken foot inches from the floor 
as she got to her foot with the help of her crutches.  
 
To keep herself from getting nervous, she felt she needed to keep away the silence. 
She asked,  
 
"Have you been taking pictures long?"  
 
"A while," he answered, "but I don't normally get to photograph beautiful  
 injured woman like you."  
 
She hid her blushes, as he led her out to another part of the huge apartment where 
a red velvet chair stood in front of a white backdrop, surrounded by lighting 
equipment and watched over by a large complicated-looking camera on a tripod.  
 
"Can you go and stand by the chair on your crutches?" he asked her, and she took 
her position.  
 
He reached under the tripod and unfastened the camera, picking it up and securing it 
around a shoulder with a strap.  
 
"Okay," he said, "can you slowly start moving your broken leg forwards towards 
me?"  
 
She nodded and began moving while squeezing her crutches.  
 
"Okay," he said, "take it real slow Melanie, relax you look fantastic...even with your 
clothes on."  
 
 
Part 4 to come…