Words by Plato Voltaire -- Art by wootPiper Wilcox adjusted her outfit, determined to get it to fit right. "Kurt, can't you just use a filter and do this, like, when it's warmer?"
"It won't be the same," the photographer said from somewhere outside the tent. "The reflection of the morning sun off the sea is exactly the light I need. After all, natural light-"
"-is the best light," Piper finished. "Well, can I at least wear sneakers to keep my feet warm for these initial shots?"
Kurt poked his bearded head though the tent flap like an nosy camel. "No. Wear the slippers that go with the outfit. In the time it takes to remove sneakers, and redress the shot, my perfect moment may slip by."
Piper sighed deeply, sending a geyser sized plume of frozen breath into the chill air. "Fine." She took off the sneakers and put them on top of the portable dressing table, then placed the slippers on her feet. Then she turned and lifted an admonishing finger at her pet dachshund, Pitch, whose head was peaking out from underneath a doggy blanket near the flap. "Those sneakers were a gift from grandmother Lynnae. You better not get any ideas about chewing on them like you did to those dress pumps, you little rat." The black and tan animal merely gave Piper a lazy look before going back to sleep. Pitch wasn't a morning dog.
The photo shoot was on a stretch of beach along the Bass Sea, southwest of New Darwin. Kurt had scheduled the shoot in late Fall, a period of relatively clear weather. But it was cold, and it took Piper's total focus to ignore it, especially in the skimpy outfit she wore. The only solid portions were the bottoms, the slippers, and a vest which couldn't hope to cover her ample bust. Her legs and chest were covered in a diaphanous fabric which the wind blew right through, while her small nipples were covered by metal pasties that made the low temperature feel even lower. Piper sat down on a decorative rug that was laid out on the sand and picked up the brass bottle to use as a prop.
"If I was a real genie," Piper said as she waited for Kurt to ready his cameras, "I would wish for some summer heat."
Kurt took a moment from his work. "No more talking, Piper. Your frozen breath is messing up my frame. Besides, the humidity in summer would've made that top cling to your chest."
Piper grinned. "All the better. We'd sell more magazines that way."
Well, I'll be the first to admit that Mr Voltaire was long before my time... still, if you're that big a fan of BE, you're bound to stumble upon the Overflowing Bra; it was about mid-2007 I managed to discover a lot of old stories by Voltaire and his "retro" breed. Still, from reading this little vigenette, it occurs to me how similar Plato and Woot's writing style are... I know this is just a short story, but the way it's written... is it safe to assume Plato was a big influence on you, Woot? :D
I do. :) Been a fan for many years now. This is a fantastic tie-up and a real treat. BE writer extraordinaire and creator of the Police Blue series working with Woot, one of the best writer-artists around. And now with SaburoX participating in the message board, what more could you ask for?
Wow. This is most positive feedback in... ever. I think I will post the short scenes I've done so far, seven in as many days, to my free and pay sections at the BEarchive. I bet that'll stir up some comment over there as well. I always wanted to have a situation where the main character was in a 'I Dream of Jeannie' type outfit. Woot is fully deserving by being complimented with 'Praise from Casear is praise indeed.'
On a similar note there some noise about a 'I Dream of Jeannie' movie being produced for 2010. I hope like many other fans they do two things to modernize the character: give Jeannie bigger breasts and to show more cleavage. In other words, really push that PG-13 envelope to the edge. :)
Somebody and Anon, you can find my Blue Undercover stories at the BEArchive http://www.bearchive.com/ in both the free and members sections. You can also find them at the Overflowing Bra http://www.overflowingbra.com/ding.htm?authorvar=p . Just look for my name, Plato Voltaire. :)
He is a BE author. Look for it at the Overflowing bra. I dunno if this is the real one tho. In any case this Piper would do great as Jeannie. And i would love to warm her up. XD
That would be cool for an I Dream of Jeannie Move, I just hope they don't do the same kind of thing that they did with the Bewitched move. You know, the show exists, they're making a move, and the actress they pick happens to be a real witch. I would have preferred a movie from the actual show storyline with Samantha and Darrel and everyone. Hopefully that's what they'll do here.
hehe cool, I read some of his stories though I must admit they are submitted under a different name(I read his ones on Diana the Valkyrie's site) still he did great work as usual with this little snippet of a story
Haha, well when I first saw this pic on the Oekaki I simply assumed Woot was doing some bizarre fanart XD But of course it was a collaboration with Plato, which is somewhat decidely more fantastic.
Piper Wilcox adjusted her outfit, determined to get it to fit right. "Kurt, can't you just use a filter and do this, like, when it's warmer?"
"It won't be the same," the photographer said from somewhere outside the tent. "The reflection of the morning sun off the sea is exactly the light I need. After all, natural light-"
"-is the best light," Piper finished. "Well, can I at least wear sneakers to keep my feet warm for these initial shots?"
Kurt poked his bearded head though the tent flap like an nosy camel. "No. Wear the slippers that go with the outfit. In the time it takes to remove sneakers, and redress the shot, my perfect moment may slip by."
Piper sighed deeply, sending a geyser sized plume of frozen breath into the chill air. "Fine." She took off the sneakers and put them on top of the portable dressing table, then placed the slippers on her feet. Then she turned and lifted an admonishing finger at her pet dachshund, Pitch, whose head was peaking out from underneath a doggy blanket near the flap. "Those sneakers were a gift from grandmother Lynnae. You better not get any ideas about chewing on them like you did to those dress pumps, you little rat." The black and tan animal merely gave Piper a lazy look before going back to sleep. Pitch wasn't a morning dog.
The photo shoot was on a stretch of beach along the Bass Sea, southwest of New Darwin. Kurt had scheduled the shoot in late Fall, a period of relatively clear weather. But it was cold, and it took Piper's total focus to ignore it, especially in the skimpy outfit she wore. The only solid portions were the bottoms, the slippers, and a vest which couldn't hope to cover her ample bust. Her legs and chest were covered in a diaphanous fabric which the wind blew right through, while her small nipples were covered by metal pasties that made the low temperature feel even lower. Piper sat down on a decorative rug that was laid out on the sand and picked up the brass bottle to use as a prop.
"If I was a real genie," Piper said as she waited for Kurt to ready his cameras, "I would wish for some summer heat."
Kurt took a moment from his work. "No more talking, Piper. Your frozen breath is messing up my frame. Besides, the humidity in summer would've made that top cling to your chest."
Piper grinned. "All the better. We'd sell more magazines that way."