Sunday, 12 March 2017

Lights, Camera, Action...

I've recently been looking at different options for my website.  I know it is quite basic in many respects, but have always thought of it as a simple advertisement for myself and my services.  It is, I hope, easy to use and understand.

Importantly, too, it is easy for me to update myself and manage.  I have regular offers from IT bods to do a flashy, all-singing-all-dancing website for me, but I'm reluctant to relinquish control to someone else.  I have friends who have their own businesses and they moan pretty often that a simple change to their website can take a week or so, until their 'web-master' can attend to it in between bouts of Call Of Duty or some other online distraction - heaven knows I'm distracted enough myself with various fetish and shoe websites as it is!

Anyway, I played around with a few online web-builder pages and realised, after a couple of hours, that they weren't offering anything more than what I had already.  Nevertheless, a call from a long-term friend make me think of another option to update the website.

The chap in question had taken possession of a simple video camera - something for his work, apparently, but had soon realised that there may be other uses for such a toy.  So... did I fancy "going over to his place so he could try it out?"  Hmmm.  Knowing him quite well, I had to ask exactly what he had in mind - I immediately had visions of taking part in some kind of homemade-hardcore-shaky-camera-pornographic production, with me and him as the main stars.  "No," he replied laughing, "just some quick shots in my back garden."  That sounded harmless enough, but I hummed and hawed for a little while as I looked in my diary for some suitable free time.  He took the opportunity to remind me that he was still owed a favour from picking up my mattress some time ago, an excursion that nearly cost him his sanity.

So, duly blackmailed and with a date firmly agreed, I asked if he had anything specific in mind for this video try-out.  "Bring some high heels and something really tight."  Hmmm... OK.  Saturday, therefore, saw me arriving at his house with a couple of outfits and the requested high-heels.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Video shoot.
First outfit - lace top, with no bra, and some very tight and fine leggings, that I rarely wear normally as they show every crease and fold underneath - at the front especially.  Camel-toe?  They are so sheer and clinging that a gynaecologist could do a thorough examination of me while I wore them.  The first take didn't go so well.  I began by turning suggestively while the heavy-breathing and rather distracted cameraman followed my moves.  I slinked down the long path to the end of his garden in my skintight leggings and high heels while he followed.  It went OK up until he forgot to look where he was going and fell off the wooden decking that we were walking on.  "Nevermind," I said, trying  not to laugh too much "some of it may be useful."  He checked the footage - and realised he'd forgotten to press the 'record' button.  Steven Spielberg had no competition so far, I thought.

Take two - went better, apart from realising that his next-door neighbour (a "right nosey old bastard" apparently) was now watching from his upstairs window while I slithered my hands up and down my leggings and caressed my bra-less breasts in full view of my unexpected and uninvited audience.  "Keep going," my friend said, "the fucker might stop bothering me for a few weeks thanks to this."

Take three - a walk back to the house with the camera in front of me.  I could still see the concentrated gaze from the neighbour clearly, but couldn't decide if it was pleasure or fury that furrowed his brow.

Next outfit - a recently purchased silky minidress (with hood) that clung like liquid metal.  "Is this OK?" I asked as I stepped out into the back garden film location.  "Fucking great," replied my filming buddy, staring at my body in the shimmering tight dress and high heels for a little while.  "I think we need to get a move on," I suggested, seeing the lowering light and incoming rain clouds.  "Oh... oh, er... yes," he replied, getting down to business.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Video shoot.
 Take four - another stroll down to the end of the garden with more suggestive body-stroking, and take five a stroll back - still with the neighbour desperately looking through his window for a better view.

And that was that for outdoors - as we reached the back of his house the first heavy raindrops fell, ruling out any more outdoor shooting.  Take six was completed on his stairs, again not helped by him falling backwards down them as he leaned back for a full-length shot.

So, it may be that in a little while I have a bit of a video to go up on the website.  I'm not sure how it will turn out, as (like the webmaster issue) I'm now relying on someone else to complete the finished article.  There is one down-side, of course - I'll still owe my builder friend and erstwhile cameraman a favour if they turn out good enough for me to take advantage of.  We may well be back to the "homemade-hardcore-shaky-camera-pornographic production, with me and him as the main stars" scenario, yet.

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