Housemates, Neighbors and Workmates

by Bridy McAvoy

  “Andy is arriving in three or four minutes with a group of six amateur photographers. Tonight he and I are going to give them a master class in glamour photography and you three will be the willing models.”

  Lizzie’s eyes flashed warningly and she tensed to speak but Phil over-rode her.

  “Lizzie will model for me first with the others simply watching, and then Susie will model in one room while Carrie models in the other with Andy moving between the rooms helping the amateurs. Bill will be looking after the videos in the background. It should only last a couple of hours and then we’re done for the night.”

  Just as he finished speaking there was the sound of gravel crunching on the drive and it was too late to argue. The three girls were hustled through into the kitchen and told to stay there until they were called. They could hear people talking and the sound of many people unpacking and setting up equipment. Phil’s voice carried over the top of the hubbub but they could not quite make out the words as he laid down the rules for the evening.

  Finally, he stuck his head through the doorway and asked Lizzie to come through on her own.

  * * * *

  Phil led Lizzie through the empty dining room into the rearranged sitting room. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze of reassurance and then stood back to allow her to walk through the doorway. Eight faces turned to look at her. She only knew two of them, Bill and Andy, the rest were strangers. All of them looked at her frankly; one or two of them, the younger ones, were looking her up and down with that almost predatory look that said I’m going to see you naked. She’d seen that look a couple of times before but only in night clubs or bars and had avoided those sort of guys. Now she couldn’t avoid them at all. Her nerve almost failed but Phil’s hand was gently positioned in the small of her back preventing her from turning and running. With no other option, she took a few more steps into the room.

  “Gentlemen, this is Lizzie.”

  All of the guys smiled and nodded to her but her heart was still thudding in her ribcage and her breathing was short and sharp—not quite panting, but almost. Phil made no attempt to introduce the six strangers to her and she realized that part of the fun for him was the fact that they really were strangers. For some strange reason this helped her too; her breathing and heart rate calmed down a little.

  “Right. Lizzie is going to pose on and around this sofa and you will all watch and learn how it happens. When I’ve finished you will split up into two groups and one group will work with one of the other two models. One in here, one in the dining room. Remember the rules and treat the models with respect. Okay? Any questions?”

  One of the older guys nervously spoke up.

  “Can we take pictures during this first session?”

  “Sure, but no flash as it’ll disturb my settings and no asking questions or for poses. Lizzie is used to me and we’ll keep it like that. Okay? Good. Let’s get started. Lizzie, if you would come over here, please, and sit in the middle of the sofa.”

  With Phil, Bill, Andy and six other guys, as well as numerous lighting rigs and tripods supporting a wide range of cameras and video equipment, the room was quite crowded and Lizzie picked her way through the maze of cables and equipment to take the indicated starting position. She felt quite calm and realized that this was not going to be a big deal. With all of the lights, the crowd of men had faded to mere silhouettes and the only person she could see clearly was Phil.

  “Okay, Lizzie? Good. Now smile at me, please. Good. Sit forward a little and rest one elbow on your knee and hold your chin with that hand. Good. Grin at me like a teenager. Excellent. Now, pout instead. Good. Sit back and cross your legs at the ankle. Good. Stretch your legs out in front of you, keeping them crossed. Good.”

  Lizzie was aware of what would come next. She would be sliding her upper ankle up to the other knee and then sliding the bottom leg in to raise both. This would display some thigh, probably as high as the stocking top. The exact same maneuver was one Phil had done with Susie not that long before.

  “Now, slowly slide the top leg back to your knee. Good. Keep it going and grasp the shoe with that hand. Good. Slide the bottom leg back in toward yourself so that the knee bends. Good.”

  Exactly as she had predicted to herself, the skirt fell back from the leg and she realized that the top of the stocking was now visible and so was the garter snap, if not any bare leg above it.

  “Good girl, now loosen the tie a little and smile at the camera. Good. Pull it open a little bit more and undo the top button on the blouse. Good. You’re really working well.”

  It was the patter she was used to and, if it wasn’t for the constant rustling of clothing as the other guys shifted position, and the frequent clicking of other shutters, she would have put them out of her mind.

  “Good. Loosen the tie a bit further but not undone all the way. Good. Now undo the next button. Excellent, lean forward a bit, a bit more. Good. Now another button.”

  Her cleavage was on display and her ears caught several intakes of breath when she undid that last button. The level of shutter noise from beyond Phil also went up another notch as the excited group were witnessing her very slow strip. She couldn’t call it a striptease because Phil was in control of the teasing, not her.

  The earlier feelings of embarrassment were dying away and she could feel her body heating up as it succumbed to the passion of the moment. Already she realized her nipples were beginning to poke into the thin lace of her bra, bra lace that could probably be seen through the gaping Vee of the open blouse.

  “Excellent, Lizzie. You look really good tonight. Now another button. Good. How many left? Two? Undo them both, please. Good. Lean a bit further forward. Good.”

  Her blouse gaped open to the waist and the central section of the bra, stretching across her cleavage, was clearly in shot. Exposure was now not far away but, again, Phil surprised her by changing tack.

  “Stand up now, Lizzie, and turn around to face the sofa.”

  She knew from the sudden frenzy of shutter sounds that as she stood up she was exposing more of her chest but was able to quickly turn away from the group and hide her embarrassed blush. She then realized that the two video cameras on that side were pointing straight at her face, anyway!

  “Now, reach down with both hands to your sides and take a grip on the skirt. Good. Slowly gather it upward. Excellent. Keep going, slowly, slowly until I say to stop. Good.”

  This was another familiar pose for her and she knew that before long they would all be looking at the backs of her bare thighs above the stockings. Still, at least she didn’t have to keep the painted smile on this way, and then she remembered the video cameras again and quickly put it back on. A slight breeze on her legs betrayed the fact that her skirt was now above the tops of her stockings and, as instructed, she continued to slide it upward. It was only about an inch below the bottom of her butt when Phil spoke again.

  “And stop. Good. Now, look back over your shoulder at us. Excellent. Keep smiling. On the other side let go of the skirt so it hangs at an angle across you. Good.”

  Having flashed her legs this way she was sure that she was about to be told to go back to removing her clothes.

  “Now, using your free hand only, reach up and release the tie from the collar so that, in a moment, when the blouse comes off, the tie can stay on. Okay?”

  It took her a moment to realize what Phil meant and then complied. She was aware her movements looked awkward so was quite pleased to hear silence during this moment; no shutters clicked. The tie now hung cleanly straight down her cleavage and she would be able to remove the blouse without disturbing it.

  “Turn round and face us again, please, Lizzie. Keep hold of the skirt in that position. Good.”

  She was now facing them again and this time even more of her body was on display. Still she kept the smile on her face and looked straight at Phil as if daring him to tell her to take something off; knowing full well that he was going to do so, anyway.

/>   “Let go of the skirt and let it fall back, if it doesn’t don’t worry about it.”

  The skirt, in fact, fell back about half way and the bottom edge seemed to catch at the garter snap.

  “Now, unbutton the cuffs on the blouse, please, Lizzie. Good girl, now take hold of the open halves of the front of the blouse and slowly pull them apart until I say stop. Okay?”

  Lizzie did as she was told and slowly the naked area down the center of her chest expanded. More and more of the extremely thin lace of the bra came into view and Lizzie was acutely aware that, far from covering her extended nipples, it merely enhanced them. Soon she would be showing these men, these strangers, just how excited she was.

  “Stop there, please, Lizzie, and turn round to face away from us again. Thanks.”

  Phil had stopped her moments before the blouse passed her nipples and she breathed a sigh of relief as she turned away, knowing that it would only be a temporary reprieve.

  “Slowly shrug the blouse back over your shoulders, please. Good girl, that’s excellent. Now, let it fall down onto your arms. Let’s see that nice smooth back.”

  Hell, everybody wants to see my front not my back she thought as she complied. Glancing down at her breasts now only covered by the thin lace of the bra and obscenely split by the dark tie, she could clearly see that her nipples were huge. The blouse had now slipped down and she knew that if she extended her hands downward it would slide off completely.

  “Let it come off you completely but don’t let it reach the floor. Good. Now, lift it in front of you and clasp it to you as if you are using it to cover your modesty, which, of course, you are.”

  Phil chuckled and she heard several of the other men join in.

  “Now, turn and face us again, keeping your breasts covered with the loose blouse. Good. On the count of three I want you to throw it to one side of me. Okay? One… Two… Three…”

  Without hesitation she did so and the thunder of shutters being fired was deafening as the blouse flew through the air and her barely encased nipples pointed straight at the group for the first time.

  Phil was moving around in front of her, photographing her barely covered top half and she sensed that the next moment was not far off.

  “Lizzie, please sit down again and then swing your legs up onto the sofa and lie down for us. Thank you. Good. Now, slowly lift your bum, reach underneath and drag the skirt so that it’s no longer underneath your ass cheeks. Good. Inch the front of the skirt up a bit so that we can see the stocking tops. Excellent. Good.”

  The skirt was now transformed into a wide belt and it would simply flip up onto her waist, exposing the thin crotch band of her increasingly wet panties, on command. Her breathing was getting ragged again and she realized that she would probably have an orgasm before long. In front of nine men, only three of whom she knew, she would have an orgasm! Oh God! At that moment, just the thought of the exposure was enough and she shuddered into a climax that was visible for all of them. It wasn’t a big one or a long one, but it was a noticeable one even though she kept just enough control to keep her mouth shut and strangle any moans into silence.

  “God, look at her go!” one of the group said loud enough to be heard.

  “Quiet on set!” Phil wasn’t happy at the way the casual remark had caused Lizzie to blush again.

  “Okay, Lizzie, that was a little unexpected but never mind, it was still good. Now, stretch your hands up over your head and arch your back slightly. Good. Stay like that while I adjust your skirt. Good girl.”

  Just as she had expected it to, she found her skirt was flipped up onto her waist, displaying the full expanse of her transparent and now soaking wet panties to the whole group. She realized that her clean-shaven pussy was on clear display through the tiny garment and that the sudden gasps were from men who hadn’t realized she was nude in that way.

  “Bring your right hand down and cup your right breast, please. Good girl, now squeeze it a little. Good.”

  She was making no pretense at a smile now; her eyes were shut, her head back a little, her mouth gaping open as her breath came in tiny gasps.

  “Now, slowly move your hand inside the bra cup and squeeze the breast again. Good. Excellent, in fact. Tease and pinch the nipple. Good girl. Keep doing it. Bring the left hand down onto your tummy. Good. Open your legs a little. Good girl. Now a bit more, even wider.”

  She was massaging her breast and her pussy was on clear display merely accentuating rather than covering the wet lace. Any second now he was going to tell her to insert her fingers into her panties and play with herself. Eight other men were watching. Boom, she was off again and her second orgasm in the last five minutes was stronger than the first.

  Her hands now took on a life of their own. Her right hand pulled the bra cups down off her boobs, baring the nipples to the men for the very first time. It then went back to teasing one nipple while her left hand snaked down over the skirt until it was able to dip inside the waistband of the panties. As soon as her finger encountered the wetness of her slit and the tiny nub of her clit, she moaned aloud. The camera shutters clicked as the obviously excited girl began to finger herself toward another climax.

  “Bill, can you help a moment, please. Stand behind the sofa and pull the straps of the bra down. Good. Lizzie, just pause for a minute to let the straps come loose. Good, now go back to what you were doing. Excellent. Bill, the fastener for the skirt is on that side, isn’t it? Good. Undo it and spread it apart so it’s no longer covering her. Good. Keep going, Lizzie, but lift your bum now. Bill, draw the panties down. Lizzie, close your legs a bit so that he can remove them completely. Good girl, I’m glad you remembered to put them over the top of the garters. Now open your legs again. Go on, as wide as you can this time. Now—big finish.”

  There was nothing else she could do, she was so close to the edge and then she was there and floating over the chasm. This third orgasm was the strongest yet and she vaguely heard Phil saying “It’s a wrap.”

  She just lay there panting as the whole group burst into a round of applause for her. She smiled weakly at them and took Phil’s hand and slowly raised herself to a sitting and, finally, a standing position. Obviously the skirt stayed on the sofa and Phil simply reached behind her and flicked the bra undone so that it fell away to; after all, it wasn’t actually covering anything, anyway.

  She stood shakily as someone handed her a bottle of beer and she gulped it down thirstily. Beer wasn’t something she would normally drink but, at that moment, anything liquid would do. Phil led her slowly through the group with each guy insisting on shaking her hand, and she was sure that each of them copped a feel of either a bun or a tit on the way. In fact, one enterprising guy managed to touch her slit and then blatantly raised his finger to his mouth to suck the wetness off it. He’d tasted her and she didn’t even know his name!

  Phil let her lean weakly against the door jamb as he turned and faced the group.

  “Right, I want you to split into two groups of three. One group will be in here with one model and Andy, the other in the dining room with Bill. Okay? Happy with those groups? Good. Carrie, can you come through now, please?”

  The last was said loudly enough to carry through to the kitchen and, a minute later, a very nervous-looking Carrie appeared in the doorway next to Lizzie. Lizzie gave her hand a reassuring squeeze as Andy held out his hand to her and gently ushered her to a position in front of the couch. Lizzie belatedly realized that someone had shifted her clothes from the set.

  “Susie, now please.”

  A few seconds later, Susie, noticeably less nervous than Carrie, appeared in the doorway and Bill gestured for her and the three designated men to follow him back into the dining room. As the three men passed Lizzie, two of them couldn’t resist the chance at a quick grope and she felt her ass being cupped again.

  “Okay. You know what to do. Lizzie, come with me, please.”

  Lizzie again had to walk through the tangle of cameras over
to the doorway near the foot of the stairs and noticed, in passing, that all four men were clustered around a now seated Carrie, much closer than they had been for her.

  Chapter 48

  Phil took her hand and led her gently upstairs holding her around the waist for support when she swayed slightly. They walked into their bedroom and Phil told her to sit on the end of the bed. He switched on the large flat screen TV on the wall next to the door and played with the remote control for a couple of minutes. Suddenly the screen lit up with a display from four separate cameras and Lizzie realized she was watching in real time as her two friends were manipulated in front of the cameras.

  Phil took her hand again and guided her around the bed into a position where she could lie down on her tummy and watch the lewd display unfolding in front of her. Phil laid down on his side facing her, his head only inches away from hers. She tore her eyes away from the screen and looked at him, her eyes hooded. He leaned in and softly kissed her parted lips and she responded without conscious thought. However, he pulled away after a moment and she turned her attention back to the screen. Carrie’s blouse was now open almost to the waist and she could see that the skirt was riding high on her hip. Unfortunately, the camera view wasn’t at a perfect angle so Lizzie couldn’t tell if Carrie’s panties or bra cups were in sight yet. On the other two cameras she could see Susie standing on the floor with her legs spread open and her entire upper body pressed down onto the table, making her backside stick out. The skirt was raised above crotch level and all three of the amateur photographers were crouched down behind her taking close-up pictures of her panty-covered crotch.

  “Lizzie.”

  The erotic double strip on the screen was such compelling viewing for her that she didn’t hear him the first time.

  “Lizzie.”

  “Sorry, what?”

  “I’ve got a question for you.”

  “What is it?”