by Bridy McAvoy
The rehearsals had really been nothing other than a giggle fest with both of us almost doubled up with laughter. Me opening the door into the landing from one of the spare bedrooms, pretending it was the front door, and pretending the man on the other side was Owen and not my husband with a silly grin on his face. His eyes had constantly drunk in the flashes of my nudity I’d presented him with. If I opened the door too quickly the breeze of it passing blew the robe open, probably what Owen wanted to happen. If I opened it too slowly it just felt really stupid and made us both laugh.
Finally it had been time for Leo to head to work and me to wait the half an hour before our devious neighbour arrived. I watched from behind the living room curtain as Mia left for work for the day and stood in the hall waiting for my guest.
At one minute to nine Owen appeared at the foot of our driveway, about forty feet from the door. He stopped and looked directly at the door as he stood there, expectantly, aluminium camera case in hand. Thankfully he wasn’t interested in taking photographs at this point, which was some relief for me. I watched out of the peephole while a car drove past and then a man walked past on the other side with his dog on a lead. He looked quizzically at Owen as he walked past but didn’t stop or otherwise say anything. The roadway was now clear and I could delay no longer.
I reached for the door handle, a bright fake smile painted on my lips.
“Hello, Owen.”
I stood there holding the door wide open. Just my bad luck there was a slight breeze as he walked up the drive towards me. The silk of my robe rustled in the gentle wind and I was under strict instructions not to hold it closed. Owen deliberately slowed his approach as he watched the movement of my only covering. When his eyes suddenly went wide and he pursed his lips in a silent whistle I knew I was exposed to him and anyone else going past. I shuddered, which made the damn thing open wider and I heard him chuckle as he closed the remaining distance between us. I stepped further back into the hall to allow him to enter and then closed the door behind him with a sigh of relief before turning to face my tormentor.
The camera system was already running, had been for some time, but Owen didn’t know that of course. As far as he was concerned the only cameras were those in his case. One day soon we would spring the surprise on him and it would feel like he’d been sandbagged with a ton of bricks. Not yet though. Despite my misgivings I was having way too much fun.
“I see you did as you were told, young lady. Very good. You look ravishing like that, Leah. Come here. I want to see if you feel as good as you look.”
His evil laugh echoed around our open plan downstairs as I bit my lip and moved towards him, keeping my hands clasped together behind my back, knowing he wanted nothing to interrupt his viewing pleasure concerning my body. Two things were also blindingly obvious. Firstly, he intended to look with his fingers, and probably his mouth, as well as his eyes, and secondly, his temporary dysfunction on Monday afternoon didn’t apply now. The bulge in his jeans was unmistakeable and prominent.
He put his hands on my shoulders and gazed down at the strip of naked flesh exposed by the fact the two sides of the robe were hanging a few inches apart.
“Delectable, Leah, absolutely delectable view. But I think I want to see more.”
He grasped the two edges of the silk robe in line with my breasts and began to draw his hands outwards. It was obviously no accident the backs of his hands touched my skin as he continued the movement and sure enough a couple of moments later they dragged across my nipples as he exposed my chest to his eyes.
“As always, Leah! Nice rack!”
He let go of the robe and his hands cupped my breasts surprisingly gently. I could feel the tightening of skin around my nipples as they crinkled and hardened under the stimulation and closed my eyes so I couldn’t see his smirk as he felt them too.
Finally, he let go of them and his hands moved unerringly down towards my belly. The fingers of one hand racked softly through my blonde landing strip while the other dropped even lower. I knew what he wanted and allowed my legs to part a few inches to give my blackmailer access to my pussy. To my horror I realised it was already damp. The humiliating exposure at the front door, contrasting with his current gentle treatment, a marked contrast to his behaviour forth eight hours previously, were beginning to turn me on. He chuckled again.
“Naughty little slut, already wants some, doesn’t she? Well, little slut, you are going to have to wait.”
He moved away and without thinking about him objecting I pulled the robe closed to cover myself once more. He didn’t seem to mind, instead going to the camera case and opening it. He began to extract tripods and cameras and set them up, pointing at the couch once again. Just as he’d started out on Monday and indeed the single session the week or so before.
There was a sinking feeling in my stomach when the video camera also appeared and was mounted on its tripod. I suppose I’d expected it really but it didn’t stop the butterflies taking wing.
The next thing he did surprised me completely. He took out his wallet, extracted a couple of C notes and waved them in front of my face before laying them on the side table next to the couch, where they were in view of the camera if he wanted them to be.
“Seed money.”
“Seed money?”
“Yep, Leah. Seed money, it’s important for this morning.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I told you, if you wouldn’t go to the camera club with me I’d arrange for someone from the camera club to come here.”
I stared at him in total shock. He smiled and glanced at the clock.
“He’ll be here in about ten minutes. I told him half-past.”
“Now, Stan doesn’t know anything about our arrangement. He thinks you are a housewife who poses for me occasionally because she needs some spending money. I’ve told him its two hundred dollars a session and he’s agreed to pay that. When he comes in, you’ll take the money he offers you and put it on the table with mine. At the end of the session he’ll leave, I’ll take my money back and you can keep his.”
As he explained himself I became more and more angry.
“I am not a prostitute! You can’t pimp me out like this!”
He simply laughed again.
“You are not prostituting yourself. You are hiring yourself out as a glamour model, nothing more. If the session gets a little hot and gets out of hand that’s no-one’s business. I can’t be pimping you out because I’m not making any money out of this.”
I opened my mouth to speak again but he held up his hand to stop me.
“Save it, honey. You are going to pose exactly as I tell you to, unless I leave you alone with Stan, in which case you will obey him as you would me. If that means you getting double fucked, well we’ll make sure you enjoy it as much as we do. Now can the protests, before I decide to blow your reputation all to hell.”
I was defeated and he knew it despite my insistence on no-one else being involved when he’d first suggested it forty-eight hours earlier. I’d called his bluff then and he was, in his own eyes, merely returning the favour.
“Now, you can tie the robe closed, you wouldn’t show him the merchandise before he paid anyway. When he’s paid his money he’ll get his camera out and then we’ll go upstairs and the three of us will pick an outfit for you to wear. We’ll probably use the cameras as you get ready and then you’ll come down here and model for us, just like you did for me on Monday. Whatever happens, happens.”
I swallowed nervously and looked at the clock. Eight minutes had passed, and this other man would be here soon. I was about to be exposed to yet another pair of strange eyes and I couldn’t back out.
“Don’t fret, Leah, and for Christ’s sake, smile. Now tie that belt.”
I tied the robe closed with a nice secure bow and quickly checked in the hall mirror that I was decently covered, at least down to just above my stocking tops. The door bell rang.
“Answer it, and smile at hi
m. Remember you’re doing this for the money and the chance to get off on it, nothing about what I have on you. Get it?”
I nodded and painted the best smile on I could. I knew it didn’t reach my eyes then opened the door.
“Hi, you must be Stan.”
His eyes travelled the length of my body, drinking in every detail. Finally, they came back up to my face. At least, unlike Owen, this guy was conventionally handsome. He was also very tall—at least four inches taller than Leo was.
“Hi, sweet cheeks. You must be Leah! Owen didn’t exaggerate your beauty.”
His smile was easy, almost friendly as I stood aside and allowed him to enter.
“Owen, fella! How are you? Where did you dig this one from? She’s gorgeous!”
“Behave. You’ve only just met her. Besides, aren’t you forgetting something?”
“Oh…Right.”
He put his camera bag down—I was relieved to see it was considerably smaller than Owen’s—and reached for his wallet.
“Two hundred, right, Leah? Good.”
He handed me four fifties and I walked over to the side table and laid them down on top of the two hundred dollar bills Owen had put there. Then I stood there uncertainly, watching as the new guy unpacked his camera from the bag and started adjusting his telephoto lens. Finally, he straightened up and smiled at me before looking over to a patiently waiting Owen.
“Lead the way, Leah. Let’s see what you can wear for us today.”
I turned and moved away towards the foot of the stairs, convinced that by the time I was about four treads above them they would be able to look up the back of the robe and see my naked ass and pussy. I needn’t have worried. Owen had thought of something better than that, well better for them, if not for me.
“Leah!”
“Yes?”
I looked back over my shoulder and smiled at them.
“Hang the robe on the newel post. You won’t be needing it upstairs.”
I heard Stan catch his breath and saw him lift his camera to his face, as did Owen. It had begun.
With trembling hands I reached to my waist for the bow and started to pull on the loose ends. At least I wasn’t facing them.
“Keep smiling at us, please, Leah. Good girl.”
Jeez. Apart from Leo and some boyfriends before I met him, two weeks ago no one had seen my adult naked body. Now for the very first time two men were going to do so at the same time! How the hell was I going to explain to Leo how Owen had mouse trapped me into this situation? Maybe I should let the camera footage tell the tale.
My mind was a whirl and the smile a little mechanical as I kept my face turned towards them, looking back over one shoulder as my hands wrestled with the belt knot in front of me. I tried to calm down, to stop my hands trembling, but it was so difficult under this kind of pressure. I’d expected my blackmailing neighbour to get me naked and almost certainly to screw me today. I hadn’t expected him to bring a friend with him. In fact on Monday I’d told him the deal was off if he tried it on by bringing someone, but he’d done it in such a way I couldn’t avoid it. The belt came loose in my hand and I let the ends drop from suddenly nerveless fingers.
I heard the sharp intakes of breath from behind me and knew both men had spotted the telltale loosening of the belt behind my back, and probably the loose ends now trailing to the side. Within seconds I was going to be naked, stockings and garter belt and heels didn’t count, in front of the two of them and their cameras.
I forced my arms up so I could grasp the edges of the robe and paused for a moment. From the way Owen was fidgeting I could see he was getting impatient and there was only so much I could get away with. After all Stan thought they were both paying for my time and that I was a professional model. If I was a pro then I shouldn’t be hesitating, should I?
Christ! Leo, forgive me.
Before Owen could say anything I slipped the two halves of the robe open and shrugged it down to bare my shoulders from the back. My entire front was exposed but they were behind me.
“Hold it there for a moment, Leah, that looks so sexy. Doesn’t it, Stan?”
“Oh, yeah!”
I could hear the new guy’s voice becoming hoarse as he stared at my semi-naked body, and brought my head around to quickly glance down at myself. My traitor body was betraying me once more, it at least was enjoying the humiliating experience of becoming exposed before two men, and my nipples were sticking straight out. I kept the turning movement going to look back at them over my other shoulder and realised Owen had stepped a couple of paces closer. Stan was also in the process of drawing level with him. For the moment I didn’t want them too close so I allowed my arms to drop loosely to my sides. The thin silk slid down over my smooth skin, gathering speed as the force of gravity took over until it pooled on the floor behind me. I couldn’t see either man’s face with the camera’s held where they were but seeing Owen had seen my nude bottom before I was pretty certain the appreciative whistle came from Stan. In any case the camera shutters were clicking so fast the sounds almost blurred together into a continuous whir.
“Very good, Leah. You are, as ever, magnificent. Now let’s go upstairs and find an outfit to match the white cocktail dress Stan loved the pictures of you in.”
My smile disappeared in a split second.
“What? What did you say?”
“I said Stan loved the pictures of you in the white cocktail dress with the vibrator. Didn’t you, Stan?”
He was still clicking away so merely nodded, which looked faintly comical as the camera nodded with him.
“Why you…”
“Keep your hair on, Leah. How on earth did you think I would be able to convince Stan that you were worth two hundred dollars for a morning? He had to see the evidence to part with his money of course.”
I glared at Owen, who I suspected was grinning from behind his camera. Their next words floored me.
“That wasn’t your favourite set though, was it, Stan?”
“Nah. I preferred the school girl set. That was so cool and so fucking hot.”
“Watch your language, Stan. Leah is a lady, or at least for now she is.”
“Sorry.”
“Now upstairs, Leah. I seem to remember you have a nice lime green cocktail dress similar to the white one. I think you wore it to Mia’s party a couple of months ago.”
Damn him! I did!
“Mind you, I don’t think it’ll go with the black stockings, maybe some white ones? What do you think, Stan?”
“Either for me.”
“Right then. So let’s get upstairs so you can get the dress out and get changed, ready to come down here and take it off again.”
Our stairs bent back on themselves from a half landing, for the first half of the ascent I would have my back to them, but as soon as I turned the corner, assuming they were on the stairs behind me, I would at least momentarily be facing them. Still, since it was obvious they intended to follow me upstairs in any case, once we got into the bedroom, there would be no way to hide my frontal nudity.
“I like the fact she’s a natural blonde, Owen. That makes it better.”
“Yeah, I know. I hate it when the bush is darker than the trees.”
Obviously from the way the two laughed at their joke, it was an insider’s joke. I mounted the stairs in growing alarm, hearing the two of them following me. After only a few seconds I was at the half landing and I knew I would have to turn and, at least until they reached the same point, I’d be facing them, naked.
“Pause for a moment please, Leah.”
I bit my bottom lip and worried about it for a moment. I knew our video system was set up to cover the foot and top of the stairs but not the actual staircase itself. If they decided to initiate something here I wouldn’t have the protection of the film, let alone the ability to show Leo.
I could hear the two of them coming closer on the stairs and then the gentle creak of the third tread from the bottom, the only one
which was slightly loose. Now I knew for certain at least one of them was within four feet of me and his camera was in line with my ass.
“Carry on.”
This was the moment I’d been dreading for several minutes now, when Stan would see me in all my glory. There was no way to delay it though so I took a deep breath and turned to face the second half of the staircase. I could hear the shutters clicking away like crazy as both men focussed on my naked chest, my blonde landing strip and shaven pussy lips. I stepped up onto the first tread, deliberately using the leg nearest to them in order to minimise my exposure but it was still extremely humiliating; exactly as Owen wanted.
Take it slow, girl. Take it slow, don’t rush. If you rush they’ll call you back and make you do it again.
I kept going, grateful when Owen didn’t stop me. It felt like an age before I finally reached the landing and prepared to head for the bedroom.
“Pause again, please, Leah. Good girl. Now turn round and face us, looking down the stairs into the camera lens and smiling. Perfect. Place your hand on the banister and slightly part your legs. That’s awesome. Good girl, Leah! You really are good at this. Now lead your way into your bedroom.”
That additional and unexpected exposure had taken its toll on me. My libido was raging out of control at the sight of two cameras pointing straight up the stairs at my naked pussy. Being told to open my legs like that had pushed the button even harder. I could feel I was getting damp down there, and I knew as soon as they’d joined me in the bedroom they’d probably notice. In fact, knowing Owen, I was sure he would.
Walking through the open door into the bedroom, I moved along in front of the built-in wardrobes until I was standing in front of the one nearest to the énsuite. This is the one I kept my dresses in and, as it was furthest from the door, it allowed the two of them to also enter the room without crowding the space. There was no point in being coy; they’d both seen everything I had on the stairs. Turning round, I smiled at them as they came into the room, my hands by my sides. No point in trying to cover up anymore.
“Good girl, Leah! You want to get the dress out?”
