W.K. stopped by Playboy's Chicago photo studios right after he had wrapped his new album, The Wolf. By the time he was ready to commence his camera duties, the party was already underway: Pizza boxes, kegs, beer bottles and smokes littered the set. "It looks like my basement when I used to live in my parents' house. I had a couch just like that one," he said, gesturing toward our well-loved loveseat. But the finest party favor was undoubtedly Cyber Girl Liza Hartling, who was waiting for W.K. in her black fishnets -- and little else.
"I'll tell you what I want for Christmas," she said, sitting on his lap.
With that, the film was rolling. W.K. knocked out a few dozen shots with Liza tastefully concealed, but by the time she disrobed, it was apparent that the man behind the lens was particularly focused on one area of her perfect physique.
"Stand up straight and bend over," he instructed, sitting inches behind her and fully utilizing his zoom lens.
"He's an ass man, that's for sure," she announced with a laugh.
"It's not a fetish," W.K. explained. "The behind, when good, really is the best. If I had to pick between a big behind and a big chest, I'd always pick a big behind. And you know what? Almost every guy I know is the same way."
After dedicating several rolls of film to Liza's rear view, W.K. moved on to his next photo fantasy: "Don't look into the camera. Pretend I'm not here. Just look at your own body."
"He really seemed to like it when I grabbed my boobs," she admitted later with a giggle.
As the curvy blonde caressed her chest and stroked her abdomen, it was clear that partying isn't the only thing that gets W.K. hard. "My hands are getting sore for reasons I'm not used to," he joked. "They've been sore before from pictures of naked women, but not from taking pictures of them!"
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