Housemates, Neighbors and Workmates

by Bridy McAvoy

  Lizzie nodded, she was pretty sure what would be coming next. She wasn’t wrong.

  “Now, grasp the right hand edge of the blouse and slowly pull it away from your body to the side. Good. Keep going. Slowly. Slowly.”

  Lizzie couldn’t help it, she shivered as more and more of her body was exposed to her boss. The blouse eventually slipped past the bra encased breast and she knew within seconds that it would start to slip off of her shoulder.

  “Keep going. Good. Let it slip off the shoulder. Excellent. Now, slowly lift your arm clear. Good.”

  Half on, half off. It wouldn’t be long now, would it? She shivered again, it wasn’t cold but the tension in the air was evident.

  “Sit back up, Lizzie. That’s good. Try not to trap the blouse behind you. Good. Pass the loose end behind yourself and let it fall off your other shoulder. Good. Okay, now finish removing it. Good. Susie, retrieve it for me. Thank you.”

  Just as before, the girl asked to step into frame had not realized he had kept clicking the shutter, all the time at a wider angle so they were both in the shot.

  “Good girl. Nearly done now. Please place your hands down on the arms of the chair. Open your mouth slightly. Run your tongue over your teeth. Good. Go on, tease the lens. Excellent. Now keep doing that and arch your back. Very good, Lizzie. Very good.”

  “Right. Done for now. Swap with Carrie, please. Pizzas will be here in fifteen minutes so let’s get a move on now. Thanks. Okay, Carrie, sit in the same position as before, legs underneath. Good, now, hitch the skirt back up into the same position as before. Excellent. Just a little higher. Good.”

  Carrie was sure that the skirt was higher than before but what could she do?

  “Now, just as with Susie, grab the two open halves of the blouse and slowly, very slowly spread them apart. Keep going. Excellent.”

  Carrie did as she was told. As the white blouse opened exposing her lacy bra and flat stomach it spread behind her almost like wings.

  “Hold it just there. I want to change one of the lights.” Phil put the camera down and quickly took one of the soft box housed lights down from its stand and moved behind the chair and laid it there pointing upwards. This gave the blouse a dreamlike translucent quality emphasizing the appearance of wings.

  “Good girl. Now, slowly let the blouse slip off your shoulders. Perfect. Now shimmy out of it and toss it over this way. Brilliant. Nearly got it in frame. Here, try again. Throw it a bit closer to me this time. Perfect.”

  Carrie was smiling now. It hadn’t been as bad as she expected. She could see, or was it feel, what Susie had meant. Poor Lizzie, though, looked further out of her depth.

  “Right, Carrie, nearly done. Drop your hand down to your thigh again. Now, inch the skirt higher. Good. Keep it moving. Bunch it up around your waist. Keep going. I want to see skin between the top of your panties and the skirt. Good. Higher. Perfect.”

  Carrie realized just how much of her was on display now as Phil moved round to the side and was photographing her over the nearly exposed rump.

  “Right. That’s a wrap. Pizza guy will be here in a minute.”

  The girls looked desperate for a moment. Phil twigged why. Time for fun that way in a month or so but, for now, softly does it.

  “It’s alright. He’ll come to the back door and you’ll be in the dressing room. He won’t see a thing. He won’t know who’s here.”

  The girls relaxed. As if on cue there was a knock on the studio’s back door. Phil moved in that direction whilst the girls scrambled for the dressing room.

  Chapter 6

  The girls had felt definitely uncomfortable sitting around Phil in just their bras. He had told them to discard the blouses and not put them back on. Eating in a semi-nude state was definitely a new experience for them, outside of a one-to-one relationship, that is. Phil had timed things deliberately. He wanted them to get the uncomfortable feeling out of the way as soon as possible. There would be many more nights and they would be wearing rather less still. Now it was time for the final shoot. Whilst they had been tidying up after the pizzas and titivating their makeup he had shifted the focus of the lighting onto the big black leather settee.

  “Right, girls. Please, all sit down on the settee, Susie in the middle, please. Right, remember you have to look relaxed. Now sit back. All I’m doing is some group shots. I’m not asking you to sex each other up. Just sit next to each other just as you might do to watch TV.”

  All three, including Susie this time, were embarrassed. The presence of so much near naked female flesh close to each other was somewhat frightening.

  “Okay, girls. Please relax.”

  He hadn’t threatened them since early on in the evening and didn’t want to again.

  “Now smile. Good. Susie, open your mouth a little and run your tongue over your teeth. Good. Girls, you smile, too. Good. Now, Susie, lean forwards slightly. Excellent. Lizzie, stretch your arm across the back of the sofa behind Susie. Good. Now, Carrie, you do the same. Good. Both of you, drop your arms slightly behind her. Good. Susie, lean forwards further. Not too far. Good.”

  Susie had worked out what was coming but continued to run the tip of her tongue across the edges of her teeth. Almost of her own volition her legs parted slightly and the dark shadowed area between came into the lens view. Phil was amazed. The young willowy blonde knew what he was about to say and had just tacitly signaled she was ready for it. The other two, although smiling on cue, looked like rabbits caught in the headlights. Susie had now opened her legs even wider and was surreptitiously brushing her skirt hem higher. He was certain he could see more stocking top than a moment before. Now—seize the moment.

  “Lizzie. Move your hand forwards and undo the clasp on Susie’s bra.”

  Lizzie, not for the first time, froze. Her mouth hung open in shock, her fingers would not obey her.

  “It’s okay, sweetie, do it,” whispered Susie.

  “Smile, damn it, Lizzie!”

  Shocked out of her inaction, Lizzie’s fingers found the clasp and, with a simple click, it was undone.

  “Right, both of you, pull the straps out from behind her. Good. Now, Susie, sit back. Excellent. Let go of the straps and reach up to the top of the shoulder straps. Good. Slowly pull them down Susie’s arms. Slowly, I said, slowly! Good.”

  As the shoulder straps slid down, Susie made no attempt to cover herself. She knew Phil would order her to drop her hands if she did, anyway. As the straps were drawn down her arms, more and more of the gentle swell of her chest came into view. Her nipples stuck out like sharp points and the bra snagged on them a couple of times.

  With a rush it fell away exposing a fabulous, if somewhat small, pair of breasts. Phil always had preferred them bigger but he had to admit these were gorgeous. The small nipples capped them perfectly and were sticking straight out. Susie was looking straight into the camera and paid no attention to the gasps from the girls either side of her. Her skirt had been hiked up so that a fair expanse of leg was showing above the stockings. Wanton was the only word Phil would have used to describe her. He was certain if he ordered the other two girls to remove Susie’s panties then she would lift her bum to help them. At this moment, though, that was going too far. Susie was not going to be a problem—the other two, though, were a different matter.

  Phil took several shots of the three of them like that as the other two girls slowly relaxed about their friend’s topless state. Finally it was time to move on.

  “Ok, Carrie and Susie, swap places, please.”

  Susie’s cat-like grace as she stood and moved to the side, allowing Carrie to shimmy across, was breathtaking and Phil could not help but continue to take pictures as they swapped positions. Carrie looked very apprehensive as she envisioned the same thing happening to her. Susie’s topless pose was nonchalant as she awaited instructions. Lizzie just kept that rabbit in the headlights look. Phil abruptly decided to take a different tack with Carrie.

  “Right, stand up, please, C
arrie. Now, turn around and face your friends. Good. Spread your feet about twelve inches apart. Good. Bring your hands up and cup your breasts. Excellent.” From behind it looked quite erotic. Exactly what it looked like from the front he couldn’t tell. Susie looked almost interested, Lizzie just terrified.

  “Right you two, lean forward. Good. Place one hand on Carrie’s leg just above the knee. Good. Lizzie, please keep smiling just like Susie is. That’s better. Now slide your hands up the outside of her legs until you reach her hem. Excellent.”

  “Now, Susie and Lizzie, look at Carrie’s hands. Good. Keep smiling. Carrie, your bra fastens at the front so undo it and let the cups fall away to the side. Excellent now shrug it down off of your shoulders. Good. Catch it at waist height in both hands. Good. Now, girls, slide her hem higher. Excellent. Good, higher, little bit more. Good, hold it there. Carrie let the bra go with your left hand so it just dangles down from your right. Good. Now drop it. Cup your breasts again and turn round. Girls, don’t let go of her skirt. Excellent. Right, Carrie. Drop your hands down. Perfect.”

  Phil saw that Carrie’s breasts hadn’t truly needed the support a bra gave. They were very small, indeed not much more than swellings on her chest, in proportion with her extremely slender build, but small. Her nipples were quite large but had not hardened like Susie’s had. However, now they were exposed to the air that was changing as they responded to the cold. Whereas the flush on Susie’s cheeks which extended down onto her neck and upper chest was obviously passion, Carrie’s flush was pure embarrassment.

  He clicked a few more shots and then motioned all three girls to stand up.

  “Right, girls, that’s a wrap for tonight. I can see that Lizzie is too scared to do this tonight, and if I made her do it she wouldn’t be able to face me across the office in the morning. Rest assured, Lizzie, you will be showing me what you’ve got in the next session but I think that’s enough for now. You may gather your clothes and get dressed. I have some further instructions before you go.”

  Given the amount of time he had been viewing their exposed flesh he was amused by the way they hustled back into the dressing room to dress. A couple of minutes later three fully clothed and somewhat relieved young women were facing him.

  “The next session is on Thursday girls, not tomorrow. Something has come up at the club so I’ll have to let you have a day off. In these three envelopes you will find some cash and some instructions about underwear to buy. Please do so before Thursday evening. As you know it is early closing along here on Thursday so we will start the session early, around four. It will go on much longer than tonight’s. Be prepared. Re-wax and re-shave. Don’t forget to bring me the receipts for your purchases—I can claim them against tax. Goodnight, ladies, and thank you.”

  After they left he eased his trousers around the permanent erection he had been sporting for the last couple of hours and went round switching off the lights. He was going over to the club and one of the dancers would be getting a bonus tonight.

  Chapter 7

  Prompt at four the three girls knocked on the back door of the studio. For Lizzie, in particular, the previous day had been like a waking nightmare. She had been required to do a normal day’s work and had been grateful when Phil had left her alone at times. Sharing an office with the man who was this evening going to be telling her to take off her clothes was awful.

  Phil had tried hard to be nice and normal with her. She knew that, but it had still been hard. The evening in the house had been awful, too. Carrie had constantly been on Susie’s case for enjoying the experience. The arguments had been long and loud until, finally, Lizzie had snapped and, in a blazing temper, told Carrie to shut up as she had enjoyed some of it, too. Now it was going to begin again.

  Phil for his part had enjoyed the intervening days. He had spent the night before going over the hundreds of images he had taken and was mightily impressed. Susie’s wantonness had shone through but the performance of the other two had not been poor in anybody’s book. He had set the best three dozen or so shots up as a slideshow and, using a spare laptop and a projector, was displaying them on the white wall, larger than life–size, at one end of the studio when he let the three of them in.

  The girls stared. There on the screen, literally larger than life, was Carrie’s naked back, with her bra dangling behind her nonchalantly from her right hand, the bottom of her ass on show, with the other two’s hands pushing the skirt up. It looked like all three were enjoying it, although Lizzie’s facial expression was not quite right.

  The timer clicked over and another image was displayed. This time it was from the standing shoot that Susie had done. It was electrifying. The next shot showed Lizzie smiling as she toyed with the second button down on her blouse. As image after image rolled across the wall the girls watched spellbound. Phil let this carry on for a couple of minutes and then shut the display down.

  “Okay, girls, into the dressing room. Shed your coats and your tops. Are you wearing the underwear specified? Doesn’t matter, does it, you’ll be showing me it, anyway. Leave the tops in the dressing room. We will be starting close to where we left off on Tuesday. Hustle now, ladies.”

  Although all three had made good solid attempts at getting their hair and makeup right, they were not as immaculately turned out as when they had been done professionally. However, he was pleased to see that they had made a good effort.

  Five minutes later the girls filed back into the studio, all three somewhat self-conscious in their bra-clad states. He was pleased to see his instructions had been carried out. This time all three were in lace bras and all three were somewhat lighter weight than the previous day. The larger nipples of Carrie and Lizzie could be seen as shadows through the lacy material. Susie’s could not—they were too pale and too similar in tone to her natural skin tone.

  Susie’s tan had faded slightly and Phil began to plan the following day around ensuring they all had another session in the beauticians. He was pleased to see that all three, although self-conscious and nervous, held their arms down by their sides and had not crossed them in front of themselves defensively.

  “Right, girls, it’s time to work. Lizzie, as you got off lightly Tuesday night it’s only fair that I start with you. Please go and sit on the sofa again. You two, make yourselves useful for a few minutes. This end of the studio needs a bit of tidying and you can make us all a coffee whilst Lizzie gets a little more intimately acquainted with the camera lens.”

  Lizzie did as she was asked and she preceded Phil across the studio to where the lights were set up ringing the sofa. The other two looked confused, stood and watched for a minute or so before complying with Phil’s instructions. She perched on the sofa and waited for Phil’s commands.

  “Right then, Lizzie, let’s get this show on the road. Please lie back along the sofa. Rest your head on the arm at that end. Good girl. Relax and smile. You look so stiff. Let your muscles relax. Come on, smile a bit more. That’s better. Good. “

  Phil had been moving around the sofa taking shots of Lizzie from all angles.

  “Good girl, you are doing well.”

  He kept encouraging her and she slowly relaxed into posing for him.

  “Now raise your left knee upwards. Good. A bit further, a bit more. Good. See, it’s not so hard, is it? You did fine forty-eight hours ago. This is just more of the same. That’s good. Stretch your arms out above your head. Good. Stretch out languidly, just like a cat. Oh, Perfect.”

  Despite her trepidation about what she knew was coming, Lizzie could not help but relax. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the other two had finished the tasks set and were tiptoeing across the studio with Carrie carrying a tray of coffee mugs.

  “Bring your arms back down. Good. Now put your hands behind your back. Good. Arch your back up. Excellent. Now unclasp your bra.”

  Lizzie exhaled sharply, this was the moment she knew had been coming, the moment she had been dreading. She forced her fingers to work and the cl
asp separated.

  “Bring your hands out from behind your back, cross your arms and place your fingertips on your shoulders either side of the straps. Good. Smile more, girl. Come on, after Tuesday I shouldn’t need to be telling you that. Now, raise your left leg higher. A little more. Excellent. Move the right leg slightly away from the left. A bit further. Excellent.”

  She could feel the skirt slipping down the raised thigh of its own volition. By now most of her leg was exposed and, if he kept getting her to spread her legs wider, then her panties would be on view. Phil was now at the foot of the sofa shooting up the length of her body. She was not quite right. Her panties were already in view.

  “Now, slowly grasp the shoulder straps and slip them down your arms. Good. Keep them moving. Good. Keep going. Good.”

  Phil was back around now, shooting her from over the back of the sofa as the cups of the bra were slowly pulled down as the straps went further. Down. Her arms were covering the main swell of her boobs but her cleavage was in view. As her arms took the straps still lower, more and more of the upper swell of her breasts came into the frame of the lens. Phil was clicking away like a madman. Suddenly, with a rush, Lizzie’s breasts came free from the remaining cover of her arms and bra. Phil caught his breath. His penis twitched form semi to rock hard instantly. They were magnificent. She was wearing a C cup—he’d seen the receipt—but she probably was closer to a D. For many large breasted women lying down on their backs their breasts sagged apart and, in part, into their armpits. Not Lizzie, they stayed pert on her chest, her cleavage deep and delightful. The large nipples crowned them perfectly and the exposure to the air was beginning to crinkle them in prelude to erection. Phil kept snapping as, much to Lizzie’s horror, her nipples erected themselves in front of the camera lens.

  She was topless just as the others had been two days earlier. She couldn’t bear to meet Phil’s eyes above the camera, or rather eye as he peered with the other one through the viewfinder. She closed her eyes and allowed her arms to sink down to her slim waist. Although she could not look at him, she did not feel the fear she had felt two evenings earlier. Embarrassment, yes, but fear, no. Perhaps it had been Susie’s explanation of how she had felt. Lizzie now realized that maybe, just maybe, she could get through this exposure.