by Bridy McAvoy
“Call that a wrap. You did very well, Lizzie. Don’t bother putting the bra back on. You definitely won’t be needing it again tonight. Coffee, everyone.”
Drinking coffee topless in company was another new experience for Lizzie, especially being the only one topless. Not one she expected to become accustomed to. Phil, of course, knew better.
Chapter 8
Although all three girls were surprised at how they were feeling, this was less apparent with Susie than with the others. Phil had been such a gentlemen two days earlier that the hostility generated by his blackmailing them into this had faded somewhat. His affable manner, his constant praise, his ready smile and the professional way he handled the camera had lulled them into a sense of some form of security. Well, perhaps not security, perhaps more of a comfort zone. His next words changed that.
“Right, Susie. It’s your turn. Will you go over behind the sofa this time, please? You other two, I want you in front of the sofa. Good. Susie, turn and face the other two. Get a little closer to the sofa. Good. Right, I’m sorry, Carrie, the picture looks a little unbalanced with Lizzie topless so lose the bra, please. Put it down where you can find it, I’ll photo you taking it off again next.”
Carrie started—she had assumed that she was safe for a little while longer. That feeling of being in the comfort zone faded but she realized she had no choice. The bra landed on the floor and she kicked it to the side.
“Okay, you two, let’s get you posed how I want you. Susie, just stand still a minute, please. Lizzie, move to your left a foot or so. Great. Now, clasp your hands together behind your back. Good. Stay like that. Carrie, imitate her but move to your right a little. Good, now a little back. Good, now you two stay still, please. Look at Susie. Susie, maintain eye contact with both of them. Can you do that, okay? Good, move a little closer to the sofa and put both hands on the top of the sofa in front of you. Good. Now spread your legs about eighteen inches apart. Excellent. Hold that.”
The shutter clicked several times as Phil settled into the shooting angle he wanted.
“Now, keep eye contact all of you, it’s important to this shoot that you do so. Good. Susie, slowly slide your hands out to the sides along the back of the sofa. Good. Now, as they slide out, bend from the waist over the sofa. Good. Keep moving your hands out to the side. Keep going, keep bending, slowly, slowly.”
Behind her Phil was treated to another fabulous view of those long legs that came more and more into view as the bending stretched the skirt upwards. As a result the hem rose, just as it had two days earlier. The stocking tops came into sight, an expanse of tanned bare skin peeking out, and then more and more as Susie continued the movement. There was silence on the set as the three girls locked eyes with each other. The two in front could see the expressions play across Susie’s face as she realized just how much of a view Phil was getting. Her arms were stretched out horizontally to the side, her torso parallel to the ground. To maintain eye contact her head was canted back.
At the back the hem of her skirt had risen so high that the cheeks of her red lace panty-clad ass were on show. The gusset of the panties was also easily visible. Susie’s mouth made a round O as she realized just how much of her was on display when the cool air from a fan hit her bare skin at the top of her legs. Involuntarily she shivered and this made her boobs shake in front of her friends. Their eyes widened at the sight.
“Okay, Susie, stand back up, please. Thank you. Rest for a moment, all of you. That was very good, but I’m going to need to solve a problem before we re-shoot it.”
Phil busied himself around the set moving lights and altering the brightness of some of them. Finally he was ready.
“Lizzie and Carrie, please resume the same positions you were in. Good girls. Now, Susie, I need you to solve a problem for me. The shoot wasn’t quite right, particularly in the early stages. That skirt is a little too tight so I had a VPL.” He spotted the frown on the other girls’ faces. “That’s right, visible panty line. Susie, just reach up under the skirt and drop them down to your knees for me, thank you.”
Comfort zone dead and buried now. Given that he had repositioned the lights to focus on her and had left her in the same position, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to understand that Susie was about to expose her ass and her mound to the camera in a very short time. Her eyes shot wide open. Her face colored in embarrassment and shock. But what choice did she have. Closing her open mouth and gritting her teeth, thankful that Phil could not see her face, she reached up under the skirt and, careful to keep the skirt covering everything, at least for now, she slowly complied with Phil’s instruction.
As the loose red lace came into view below the hem of the black mini skirt, Phil asked her to stop. He clicked a couple of shots and asked her to continue.
“Excellent, let them go now. Good. Now, straighten up—perfect, don’t move.”
The small scrap of red lace was trapped across the width of her spread legs just above the knees. Framed by the black hem above and the black sofa in front, the lights shone through them giving them a lost ghost-like appearance.
“Susie, you are doing very well. Now, let your legs relax back together so that they fall to your ankles. Good. Stretch your legs back as far apart as possible to stretch them out. Perfect. Now, slowly raise your right foot off the ground, point your toe down and let them slide all the way off. Good. Bring your foot back down and—you might need to look down for this—place the heel inside the fabric so it catches. Good girl. Look back at your friends again. Lock eyes. Good.”
Phil could see the look of shock on the other two’s faces. They had also realized what Susie was about to be told to do.
The red lace was stretched diagonally from Susie’s left ankle to the heel of her right shoe. As she had stretched her legs apart they had slid up the two and a half inch stiletto heel until they were clear of the ground. It was an incredibly arousing sight at the bottom of the blonde’s long legs.
“Place your hands on the sofa back in front of you. Now, repeat the movement from earlier, please.”
Susie froze. This was the denouement, the moment of truth. When her body rotated into the position Phil required, her naked sex would be completely exposed to his gaze and his camera lens. Was she ready for this? Warring emotions sparred within her—anger at being in this position in the first place, embarrassment at the exposure, but also the excitement. She knew her pussy lips were moistening up, her nipples had crinkled up and were visible to her friends through the red lace of the bra. They were topless, in a moment she would be—actually, already was, in many ways, bottomless.
“Now, please, Susie.” Phil was attempting to get her to move. The other girls were frozen in place and couldn’t help their friend. Her mouth formed an O and she closed her eyes then, remembering Phil’s instructions about maintaining eye contact, opened them again. Slowly she slid her hands a few inches apart.
Behind her the shutter clicked again and again. Her hands parted a few more inches. Her body now began to bend. A few more inches again. She knew from the cool draught that her stocking tops were now showing. A few more inches. Bare thigh had to be showing now. Any moment now, she knew, but she still had a long way to go.
“Good. Keep it going, you’re doing well. Excellent.”
Phil’s erection was painful now it was tangled up in his trousers. He couldn’t adjust it though, not at this moment.
Susie continued the movement. The bottoms of the cheeks of her ass were peeking into view. Phil knew if he crouched down he would see the target but he resisted the temptation at this point. Susie was in trouble. She knew the view she was giving, the problem was it was beginning to excite her. Hell, not merely beginning to, it was exciting her a lot! The tingling sensation in the pit of her stomach was electrifying the responses throughout her body. Her outer pussy lips had spread of their own accord and she could feel the cool draught form the fan on the sensitive inner lips, exciting her further. A few more inches and Phil
would see it all. She took a deep breath and finished the movement. As before, her torso was horizontal with her head up. Her breath was coming in short gasps. She was panting.
Phil beheld the unbelievable sight. The short trimmed blonde pubes were just visible beyond the unfurled opening of her pussy. Her ass was perfect. Taut and pert but the camera lens, almost of its own accord, focused intently on the pussy itself, the perfect ass cheeks simply a frame for the flower in between.
Of her own volition, Susie leaned forward, hiking the skirt up even further. Phil could not resist. He dropped to his knees and bent down behind her to shoot the fabulous sight from below where even more detail was revealed. By watching the faces of her friends, Susie realized what Phil was now doing, and it dawned on her that her womanhood was on full display for the photographer. She now couldn’t help herself. The waves of feelings pulsed through her body and, although she tried to prevent a sound passing her lips, she failed. An orgasm rippled through her body. A moan escaped from her and her entire body shook with the power of the feelings coursing through her.
She was mortified that her body had betrayed her like this, especially with her friends looking on. Her cheeks filled with blood as she blushed with shame. Behind her she could hear the hoarse breathing of Phil as the impact of the event taking place just feet in front of him had an effect.
He hadn’t told her to move, but she couldn’t stay in that position. She pushed herself into an upright position on shaky legs that didn’t want to hold her weight. In fact, she had to retain hold of the back of the sofa or she felt she would have fallen.
“Okay, that’s a wrap for this shoot. I think we all need a break after that. I think Susie in particular needs some recovery time. Take fifteen, girls. You know the routine now, makeup and hair. You two can put your bras back on. I think I’ll need to do something different after that.”
The girls fled into the dressing room. Realizing their friend needed support and not criticism, the other two hugged Susie and told her it was fine. The problem was that it wasn’t really fine. The dressing room was tiny and the musky scent of her sex quickly pervaded the space. They all knew the smell and the others wondered when it would be their turn. The perfume bottles and perfumed body sprays quickly came out. Lizzie was shaking with apprehension, Carrie wondering if the same thing would happen to her that had happened to her friend.
Chapter 9
Phil called the girls back out and they came somewhat reluctantly. He thought about asking Susie if she had put her panties back on but decided not to—he would find out soon enough—and, there again, on command, they’d be off again. Still, for now it was Carrie’s turn.
He’d moved the focus of the lighting set-up to a dining chair this time, and Carrie was asked to sit down on it and cross her legs. Carrie had been here—and further—before, so felt no anxiety about the pose. She knew it would come but wasn’t sure when.
“That’s good, Carrie, but bring your left foot higher. Clasp your left foot with your left hand. Smile at the camera. Good. Bring the foot a little higher. Good.”
The expanse of bare thigh above the white stockings as the skirt rode higher began the process of recharging the sexual tension in the room.
“Now, stand up, please, Carrie. Move round the chair and stand behind it, that’s nice. Cross your arms on the top of the chair back and drop your chin down. Good. Now try a sultry look into the camera. Carrie, you’re a natural. That’s brilliant. Keep it there, now relax. Turn the chair round so that the back is away from you. You’ll recognize this pose, it’s a classic—corny, but classic. Okay. Sit down. Legs, one to each side of the chair.” As soon as her bottom touched the chair her skirt slid straight up her legs exposing her panty-covered crotch. “Place your arms and head in the position you were in a moment ago. Good. Hold that.”
Phil circled Carrie taking pictures from all angles. The willowy brunette looked absolutely gorgeous. She was very slim but everything was in proportion. With Lizzie the eyes were drawn to the breasts, with Susie the eyes were drawn to the pert backside and long, long legs. With Carrie it was the whole package rather than any individual part.
“Okay, Carrie, stand up again. Now, turn the chair ninety degrees to the right. Good, step round in front of it and face it. Lift your left leg and place your foot on the seat. Good. Slowly lean forward and, with both arms, caress your leg starting at the foot. Keep going. Good.”
As Carrie’s hands passed her knee she was expecting him to say stop. Phil didn’t. Now she was unsure, the anxiety flooding back. He obviously wanted her to push the skirt higher. Her hands reached the hem. She was trembling as her hands slowed but still continued upwards, the hem rising along her thigh exposing her leg once again. The pressure on one side of the tight skirt dragged the other side up, too. Both legs were now exposed above the stocking tops. Her breath now came in rapid gulps, not, as with Susie, from passion but from embarrassment and also fear.
“Good, now stop. Hold the position, now gently move your hands to the small of your back. Good. Try not to let the skirt fall. Good. Reach to the top of the zipper. Unzip.”
This was the moment for Carrie, then. At least it wasn’t her panties coming off yet. The zip slid down under the impetus of her trembling hands. The skirt was still held closed by the hook and eye at the top of the zip. Not for long.
“Good. Now, undo the catch. Good. Straighten up and bring your foot back down to the floor.”
As she did so the hem dropped back into its correct position and then an inch or two lower as the waist band, now gapping open at the back, slid down until it caught on her hips.
“Now, bring your hands back to the sides of your waist and grab hold of the skirt. Good. Now wriggle it down over your hips but don’t let it fall.”
As Carrie complied she found she had to bend forward to keep hold of the skirt as, once past her hips, gravity wanted to slide it down her legs. That bend was exactly what Phil was wanting. It emphasized the slim swell of her buttocks and stretched the white lacy material of her panties tightly across them.
“Good, shuffle your feet back a little and, using your left hand for support on the seat of the chair, bend forward further. Good.”
The material stretched across her ass tightened noticeably and the crotch of her panties came into view.
“Good, now without letting go, lower the skirt almost to floor level and step one leg out of it. Good. Now, the other. Good. Straighten up about halfway still holding the skirt. Toss it slowly away from you. Excellent.”
Carrie now stood in just her underwear, bent halfway over towards the chair with her ass sticking out. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. The position just felt so ridiculous. Phil, on the other hand, fully understood the benefits of the position. Standing behind her, he could see the way the lace stretched and failed to cover it all.
“Perfect, Carrie, you’re doing fine. Now, stand up, turn round and sit on the chair. Cross your legs as earlier. That’s very good. Drop the shoulder strap on your left arm down onto the arm so it just hangs. Very good. Now, can you get the other one to do the same? Spot on. Good. That’s a wrap for you, Carrie. Lizzie, please swap places.”
As Carrie gratefully retreated from under the lights she bent down to retrieve the discarded skirt.
“Leave it, young lady, you won’t need it again tonight.”
Lizzie stepped forward nervously. She’d already done one session that had ended in her being topless. She’d then done the next session standing in shot in front of Susie, still topless. Where was this one going?
Before he could give her any instructions there was a knock at the back door.
“Damn, the Pizza guy is early today. Make yourselves scarce for a moment, ladies.”
The three young women, in different states of undress fled to the dressing room as he opened the door to receive the pizzas. On the way back to the table against the side wall of the studio he had to pass the sofa, site of the earlier shoot. He couldn�
�t help but notice the scrap of red lace still lying there. Susie had not retrieved her panties after all. Hmm… Interesting.
“Right, girls, come and get your pizzas while they’re hot.
Chapter 10
As Susie cleared the wreckage of the pizzas and sodas away, Phil called Lizzie back over to the dining chair. She was several inches shorter than Carrie so would not look right in some of the poses he had her model. He thought for a minute and then grinned. Lizzie caught the grin and shivered. This wasn’t going to be easy. She was right.
“Okay, Lizzie, sit on the chair facing me. Good. Now, reach up and flip the shoulder straps down so they hang on your arms leaving your shoulders bare. Good. Reach both hands behind you and undo the clasp. Good.”
Shit! She thought. He was going straight into it, no time to settle her nerves.
“Now, use your right hand to clasp the bra to you as you slip the left arm out of the strap. Good. Change arms and do the same. Good. Now, I’m going to count. On three I want you to throw the bra directly at me. Try to aim a little above the camera, I want to get it in flight. Okay?”
She nodded and gulped in a large breath. Unfortunately, this, of course, pushed her chest out emphasizing her boobs.
“Okay… One… Two… Three…”
The bra sailed out of Lizzie’s hand as she bared her breasts to the camera for the second time this evening. Unfortunately, she threw it too high and too fast and it sailed out of camera shot and right over Phil’s head. He chuckled, not quite the shot he’d wanted.
