Strike A Pose Novels & Stories

May mahabang slit ang gown niya kaya nilabas niya agad ang isang legs niya at off-shoulder din ang taas ng gown niya kaya binalandra na niya ito sa madla. "Move, please!" inis na bulong ng isang sexy sa kanya nang magkabungguan sila matapos niyang magbigay ng isa pang nakakamatay na pose. "God, girl, don't block me. You're not the star tonight, I am."

I curved my body, showing to the camera my perfect crescent hips. Glancing at the camera with my seductive eyes, I turned my back while face in front, butt out while my knee popped on the chair. Two hands are slanted on the armchair as I want my butt do all the talking. And finishing the pose with my fierce-look. “Bravo! Gan’yang pose ang gusto kong makuhanan ng litrato,” komento ng photographer habang ako ay nag-aayos na ng sarili after kong i-demo ‘yong pose kanina.

“Perfect, Bianca! Now, for this layout, I want you to give me vulnerability, but with a sense of ownership. Think of someone you love completely holding you down, but you’re completely safe with it. Can you give me that?” I swallowed hard, the image of Santiago’s dark gaze from this morning burning vividly in my mind. Ownership. Completely safe. “Yes,” bulong ko, lalong humigpit ang hawak ko sa manipis na dulo ng tali ng bikini ko bago tumingin nang diretso sa lente ng camera. “I can do that.” Every click of the shutter captured the raw, uncensored heat in my eyes. I leaned into the restriction of the pose, arching my back slightly just like how I did when his weight was pinning me down into

Pumunta ako sa isang puno na hindi masyadong naiinitan. Pumwesto ako roon, inayos ko pa ang suot kong damit para maayos sa picture. I made a pose, at handa naman si Laya na picture-ran na ako. Kung ano-ano ang ginawa kong pose na tiyak ko'y maayos naman. Lumipat ako ng ibang lugar, humiga ako sa damuhan at fully support naman si Laya sa mga ginagawa ko. Kumuha ako ng palay at kinagat ko iyon para maging props sa susunod kong pose, I made a fierce face and looked at the camera. Pumwesto rin ako sa putikan, kahit maruminay kailangan maging professional ako. I miss this kind of life!

I challenged and he smirk. His on position while me, nothing, I do nothing, just waiting for his attack. He attacked me with his left hand and I expertly shoot my arm up like combing my hair up just above my chin, I tuck my chin down because I know his going to attack my chin to trigger my brain for me to collapse, that's not going to happen, Keane.

Pagkatapos ay kinuhanan ulit siya ng pictures. "Don't worry, I won't take your head just your body make your pose unique." sabi nito pumwesto na siya at i-model ang lingering iyon. Click! "Hold that pose. It will make a great photograph." sabi nito na nakatayo siya at nakaside.

sarkastiko kong sagot. "Nasaan na tayo? Oh! I-achieve natin ang wet look para sa final shot! Upo ka sa sahig, then ipatong mo 'yung right leg mo sa left leg. Bend it sidewards at saka mo isuport ang kaliwang kamay mo sa floor," utos ng matanda pagbalik niya. Idinagdag pa niya, "Place your right hand under your bust para nakahawak ka sa bump mo. Look downwards, huwag sa camera!" Hindi siya nakuntento hangga't hindi nasusunod ang lahat. "Anak, hubaran mo muna saglit ang asawa mo—este, ibaba mo 'yung straps niya para exposed ang malulusog niyang dibdib!"

She posed for two different positions. “Ikaw naman!” “Huwag na.” “Sige na, please!” “Alright.” Kinuha niya ang dala ko at itinabi. She instructed me to pose. Nag-peace sign ako sa unang kuha. Sa pangalawa ay nag-make face ako habang naka-cross sa aking dibdib ang dalawang braso. Pangatlo ay nakatayo lang ako habang nakangiti habang naka-heart shape ang aking dalawang kamay.

Ang dati niyang kwarto ay si Erica na ang natutulog simula nang dumating ito at ang ina nito rito. Hindi nakapagsalita si Perlita. Kung noon ay walang habas itong kokontra sa kanya sa kahit anong sabihin niya, but the aura of the young lady in front of her changed, becoming intimidating and breathless. Katatakutan.

At naging daan naman iyon para mapagmasdan ko siya kahit papaano. Strike, shirtless and clad only in shorts, moved effortlessly through the pool's clear waters, his muscular physique shimmering in the sunlight. His bronzed chest and chiseled features exuded a captivating blend of strength and mystery. With tousled dark hair framing his enigmatic gaze, Strike embodied a mix of rugged allure and undeniable charm, leaving an air of fascination in his wake as he swam with a grace that hinted at untold stories and hidden depths. "Damn it.” Napapitlag ako nang marinig ko ang boses na iyon ni Strike. Parang malapit lang siya sa akin knowing na nasa pool naman siya.