The photographer pressed the button on his electric Hasselblad, flicking off shot after shot, and when the film was used up, Dobkins decided it was time to pause. Time for his libido to take a break, really. He came toward her, his eyes telegraphing his intent as obvious as flashing bill boards.
Hearing footsteps crunching on the hay just next to her ear, Mimi looked up in time to see Mr. Dobkins' face coming closer, closer to hers. She stared him straight in the eye, with the penetration of a snake ready to strike. "Mr. Dobkins…" she scolded. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Dobkins stifled a laugh while Mimi squirmed against and down into the prickly hay, vainly trying to cringe away from this frightening leering man. Looking at her naked body was one thing… that was money, but touching it was a different matter entirely. Touching and had nothing to do with tuition and making money and solving her problems.
"No… please don't touch me! Don't touch me!" she said, her voice loud, full of fear.
"Hey, come on, kid," he belted back, his fingers already unfastening his belt, a move that immediately caught Mimi's watchful eye.
"What are you doing?"
He had her pinned to the hay pile now. "You're not going anywhere, honey," the older man smirked, his belt undone and his polyester pants half-open at the top of the zipper. "There's a prop I forgot to give you little girl… a lollipop to stick between those luscious lips of yours."
"Huh?" Mimi was quick to lose patience. "Please, Mr. Dobkins, I don't have a lot of time… I have to get back to the dorm and… So, please, let's get on the pictures…" Instinctively, she knew what was happening, but if she admitted it to herself, she wasn't sure she could stand the anguish or the embarrassment of letting him see her tears.