by Bridy McAvoy
“What?”
“When I go home from here, that’s it.”
“What’s it?”
“Owen—after tonight—no more. I mean it, no fucking more. I am not taking my clothes off for you or letting you fuck me ever again. This is it!”
He pursed his lips in a silent whistle. I could almost see and hear the cogs whirring in that little head of his. From Owen’s point of view it would be an empty promise. He still had all the pictures of me and the videos to ruin my life. He could back away for a few days, let me calm down and then start again. I watched the whole thing play across his face.
“Okay. I’ll agree nothing more this week. But I can’t promise beyond next week.”
I just looked at him.
“Leah. I’ll be honest with you. I could tell you what you want to hear and simply turn up on your doorstep in the morning with the same threats. I’ve still got all the blackmail material I need and you know that too. Be reasonable, you are such a fucking irresistible piece of pussy, I couldn’t leave it alone, ever.”
I pretended to think it over. Tomorrow was Thursday and I wanted him out of my hair for the day. I had things to do to make Friday evening happen properly. Friday I was picking Leo up from the airport and we already had a long standing arrangement with Owen and Mia for them to come round for drinks to celebrate Mia’s birthday.
“I won’t see you again till Friday night? You won’t say a word then?”
He winced but nodded. Clearly he’d forgotten about Friday.
“I guess that’ll have to do.”
Damn! I hope that doesn’t sound like I quit too soon.
“You ready to go, now you’ve won a concession from me?”
I took a deep breath. “Yes. I guess.”
“Good girl. Come on.”
Owen scrambled backward out of the car and closed the door.
I took another deep breath and climbed out the driver’s door, then bent down to retrieve my own tote bag containing the clothes I would be changing into.
The two guys had crossed the pavement and were standing with Owen. I saw him mouth the word 'smile' to me as I walked around the back of the car and joined them. It took a great deal of effort but I managed to be smiling by the time I joined them.
“Leah, I’d like you to meet Doug and Phil. Doug, Phil, this is Leah who has agreed to model for us tonight.”
The two men unhurriedly looked me up and down, not that they could see much through the lightweight coat I was wearing. They both looked like nice guys though, Doug caught me watching him look me over and actually blushed, bringing a chuckle from Phil and Owen.
“Come on inside, Leah. It’s warm in the hall, and you won’t need the coat. We’ve also got some liquid refreshments laid on.”
I smiled and indicated he should lead the way.
Liquid refreshments indeed. Wine to get the lady pissed so she takes her knickers off, more like.
Doug led me to the door, and I could hear a steady buzz of male conversation from inside. That all ceased as every pair of eyes swivelled to watch as Doug held the door aside and waved me through. I stopped about three feet into the hall, extremely conscious of all of the men looking at me, not sure exactly what I was supposed to do next. Phil took over, masking my uncertainty, gently grabbing my elbow and leading me into the main body of the hall.
“Gentlemen, this is Leah. She’s our model for the evening. Now let’s all make her welcome by not staring at her, shall we? Don’t want to frighten her off, do we?”
His accent was cut-glass English. I recognised it from the undertones of Leo’s own accent which occasionally became thicker when he got excited. From the sound of him Phil was as English as they come. The guys drifted back to their little groups and the hum of conversation picked up again. I noticed most of them still glanced my way as often as they could. I did a quick head count, including Owen and the two I’d already met there were fourteen men present. No, make that sixteen as another couple of guys dashed in from outside.
I shivered. I would soon be undressing in front of sixteen pairs of male eyes, and an equal number of cameras, a prospect that still held a lot of trepidation for me.
Phil steered me over to a trestle table in the corner and offered me a glass of wine, which I accepted with a smile. Doug and Owen joined us as did one of the other guys, who I later found out was James. Owen interrupted the small talk.
“Shall I take your coat, Leah?”
I gulped as Owen took my tote from my suddenly nerveless fingers. This was the moment Owen had been working toward. I was of course fully decent underneath the coat but once the coat came off the session had started, and I wasn’t sure I was ready. Mind you, I didn’t really have an opportunity to back out either. I quickly drained my wine glass and handed the empty one to Doug, who just as quickly started refilling it as my fingers moved to the single button that held the coat closed. I could see Doug, Phil and James looking at me with renewed interest and became aware the hubbub of conversation in the rest of the room was dying away, all of them eager to see what I was wearing for the shoot.
The coat had hung fairly loosely, you certainly couldn’t describe it as in any way tailored to fit my body, so as I shrugged it off my shoulders and Owen peeled it down my arms this was the first time any of the other guys had had any chance to see my figure. Phil pursed his lips in a silent whistle and Doug grinned broadly. I could see both were calculating what I would look like underneath the next layer of clothes. James was, I think, even further into it, mentally undressing me and picturing me in scanty underwear, which wasn’t far from the truth. Doug handed me the full wine glass and I took a nervous sip.
“Right, Leah. Shall we get started?”
I nodded nervously. Owen was clearly taking charge.
This is it!
Owen took my elbow and gently steered me over to a cleared space on the floor. There was a plain dining chair there, with a plain blue background sheet behind it, and a couple of lights focussed on it.
“Take a seat while we get set up, please, Leah.”
He leaned in close to my ear and whispered, “There’s a good girl!”
It was Owen at his best, a mix of both praise and instruction in a single sentence. I flashed him a hard look and then resumed the gentle smile I’d pasted on my face more or less since I’d walked into the room.
All the men seemed to ignore me for the next couple of minutes as they fished in the bags scattered around the room for their cameras and set them up. This was followed by them all pointing their cameras at me, peering through them, and then fiddling with them again. I knew from Owen’s behaviour on previous occasions they were simply adjusting their white balance and exposure settings. Suffering through one guy, or two when Owen had involved Stan, had been tiresome; sitting still and smiling while sixteen guys did so was another order of boredom entirely. I certainly didn’t feel very sexy during this part of the experience.
“Okay. Are we all ready? Leah?”
There was a chorus of yeses and I bit my lip and nodded to Owen.
“Now, as I already know Leah, I’ll take the lead through this set and she’ll follow my instructions. The rest of you, simply take the shots you want. I’ll take it slow, because this is the first time Leah has modelled for a group and we want her to stay relaxed and enjoy the experience, don’t we?”
Was it just my mind or had Owen deliberately emphasised the words know and enjoy in that?
“Stand up, please, Leah. Good girl. Now move around behind the chair and place both hands on top of it. Lean forward a little and broaden the smile. Excellent.”
There was a cacophony of clicks as all the cameras fired, including a bright flash of light from one of them that dazzled me. I blinked.
“No flash!”
“Sorry. Thought I’d switched it off…Have now.”
I couldn’t be certain which of the guys in front of me had made the mistake but clearly Owen wasn’t happy with him. The embarrassed
tone said he knew he’d made a mistake too.
All sixteen men were taking pictures of me, including Owen, but at least I was still fully dressed, although I could easily anticipate what was going to happen soon. Butterflies in my stomach warred with heat from my loins as the conflicting emotions tore through my body. At that moment I had a little epiphany, I really was an exhibitionist and was even beginning to look forward to being told to start peeling off. I was still very nervous though.
“Turn slightly to your left. Little bit further, good. Now turn the other way. Excellent. Move out to the side of the chair but keep one hand on the back. Very nice. Look down at the seat of the chair. Smile a bit more. Good girl. You’re doing well, Leah. Very well. Now look back at me. Pout instead of smiling. Nice. Make it smoulder. Good. Drop your chin a little, peer at me through the lashes. Excellent. Now walk round and stand in front of the chair, your back to us. Perfect. You getting this, guys?”
A quick chorus of yeses and affirmative grunts sounded from the shadowed mass behind the lights. I knew Owen was in the middle of the group but I couldn’t make out man features, the lights between me and them turning them into a rather indistinct mass. I could still hear the masses of camera shutters clicking though, so assumed everything was going well.
“Lean forward and grasp the back of the chair. Good. Now look back over your shoulder. Try to look a bit coy. Excellent. Keep up the good work, Leah. Smile.”
I knew leaning forward would stretch the fabric of the skirt across my ass, making this the first slightly sexy pose of the evening. The sound of the camera shutters increased as each guy took several shots.
“Good girl. Now sit down and cross your legs at the ankles. Perfect.”
Owen had pulled this one on me before, having crossed my right leg over my left, I knew where that foot was going and a moment later he proved me right.
“Now slide that right foot up your leg. Good. Keep going…keep going…A little bit further, now let it rest on your knee. Bring your left hand down to rest on the ankle. Perfect. Now sit still while we do the moving for a couple of minutes.”
There was a rustle of movement as several of the guys dropped to one knee to shoot from a lower level and a few moved round to the side to take some from that angle. The skirt was too long to allow much leg to show, let alone anything higher, but Owen was moving me toward more and more sexy poses.
“Can you just pull the top down off your shoulders, expose the straps there?”
My right hand was free, and there was nothing overtly wrong with his request, after all a peasant blouse was meant to be worn in any one of several positions, including pulled down off the shoulders. Mind you, I normally did so when I was wearing a strapless bra, not a full slip and ordinary bra, so exposing the straps this way was unusual and somewhat unnerving for me. I realised I was blushing, I could feel the heat rise to my face as I slowly pulled the top open the way he’d asked me too.
“Can you pull the skirt slightly to the side as well, let it start to slit above your top leg. Very good. You’re really doing well at this.”
My hand dipped to the hem of the skirt and slowly pulled that part of it out and away. With it being a wrap-over skirt this caused it to start to split open just about at my right knee. Of course the slip came down to a few inches above my knee so I wasn’t exposing any flesh, but Owen was ramping up the pressure none the less.
“Good girl. Now smile for the camera. Do you think you could push the top down a bit further? Good. A bit more. Excellent. Just a tad further.”
Glancing down I could see the edge of the slip starting to appear above the elasticated top and knew I was starting to expose some cleavage. I still wasn’t showing as much as I would have in one of my normal cocktail party frocks but it was still nerve-wracking.
“Now lean forward a bit, don’t forget to smile. Excellent.”
The loose top and the slip fell forward away from my breasts when I did so and I knew I was suddenly showing far more cleavage than seconds earlier.
“All finished with these shots?”
Again there was a chorus of assent.
“Good. Leah, lose the top, please. Don’t stand up, just pull it off.”
I took a deep breath and quickly reposted my smile back on my face, as the command from Owen had caused my lips to set in a thin line. Involuntarily my buttocks clenched together as I sat back upright and nervously felt for the hem of the top. Once the top came off, I would still be decently covered, the slip was opaque and prevented the transparency of the bra being obvious to everyone in the room. The blouse top slid slowly up over the smooth satin of the slip, and I sensed the men were collectively a little bit disappointed they weren’t seeing bare flesh, but that wouldn’t be for long, knowing Owen.
Discarding the top to the side I breathed a sigh of relief at getting over that hurdle without making myself look stupid and pasted the soft dreamy smile back on my face.
“Stand up, please, Leah and move round to the side of the chair. Good girl. You’re doing fine. Now swing the chair round so it’s in front of you, between you and us. Perfect. Now lean forward, placing your hands on the seat.”
I did as he said, extremely conscious of the way the slip fell away from my chest displaying the top of the cups of my bra and a huge amount of cleavage.
“Look up at us. Good. Big smile. Perfect.”
I could feel my nipples hardening at the prospect of the exposure and realised the whole process was turning me on.
“Everyone happy? Good. Lose the skirt, please, Leah.”
I stood upright and put both hands behind my back, reaching for the hook and eye fastening at the top of the zip. I was quite surprised my hands weren’t trembling. When I’d undone it and lowered the zip I moved my hands to the sides and started to wriggle the skirt down. Although it was a loose fit lower down, the waist was fitted and tight making it difficult to free up and remove. At least the slip prevented me accidentally dragging my panties down with it.
Once the skirt hit the floor I stepped clear of it and flicked it with my foot to land on my top. I definitely felt more exposed now. The slip displayed a lot of cleavage and was several inches shorter than the skirt, showing off more leg. I knew if Owen told me to sit with my legs crossed as before anyone shooting from low down would be able to see my stocking tops. Owen, however, had other ideas.
“Move the chair back where it was and turn and face it, please, Leah. Good.”
I was standing to the left of the chair now.
“Lift your left leg and place your foot on the seat of the chair. Oh…very good. Perfect, in fact. You’re a natural. Now lean forward and place both hands on that knee. Good. Now slowly run your hands down to the ankle.”
I could see the hem of the slip had ridden right up my right thigh due to this manoeuvre and the lace at the top of the stocking was now visible.
“I told you she was wearing stockings. I wonder if she’s wearing panties?”
“Quiet!”
Owen quickly silenced the one guy who’d voiced his opinion and then carried on.
“Slowly, start caressing your leg, running your fingers up from your foot to your knee and back again. Keep going. Keep it up. Good. That’s perfect. We’re going to move a little to get some different angles, just keep going.”
I could hear them moving around again, and knew several of them would again be crouching low to take shots into the hidden area beneath the slip. There were now fewer layers covering my modesty, of course.
“Now, the next time your hands come up to your knee, keep them going a little bit further onto the thigh. A bit higher. Good. A bit more, drag that hem with you but try not to let it fall back as your hands go down again. Keep doing that. Perfect. A little higher on each pass. Good girl. Keep going. Keep going. A little higher.”
I could feel the lace of the stocking top under my fingers now, far more exposed than ever. Glancing down to the side I could see the whole stocking top on my right leg was no
w exposed, and I was showing a little bare flesh above it and a scrap of garter too.
“All happy? All done. Good, Leah, you can stand up again now.”
I breathed a sigh of relief as the slip slid back down into position, covering me again. I knew the relief would be short lived.
“Come round in front of the chair and face it, your back to us. Good girl. Now I want you to straddle the chair and sit on it. Okay? Please try to make sure you aren’t actually sitting on the slip, keep it out from under your ass. Good.”
I did as I was told, conscious of the feel of the thin chair pad under my panty clad ass, the slip hanging down behind me, and the wooden edges of the seat pressing against my naked thighs.
“Right, Leah. I’ve got a small favour to ask of you. It’s James’s birthday tomorrow and as it’s time for the slip to come off, I wondered if you would mind James being in the shot when you take it off. We’ll all be behind you here, but James will be standing right in front of you. He won’t touch you, but he will be standing there. Is that okay?”
Once he’d said the guy, one of those I’d already been introduced to, rather than one of the otherwise nameless and faceless guys, wouldn’t be touching me, I couldn’t think of any objections that would hold up.
“Okay.”
I heard a thump as someone put their camera down and then footsteps approaching and then passing me. I looked up to see James standing directly in front of me, smiling down at me. Behind me the cameras started clicking and I knew what Owen expected me to do.
I didn’t wait for him to tell me, simply reached down with both hands to the hem of the slip and pulled it up around my waist. I let go and crossed my arms in front of me and took hold again before the smooth fabric could cascade back down again. I closed my eyes, unwilling to look into James’s, and started the upward journey of my hands. I knew exactly how see through the back of the panties was, and any second now James would be able to see exactly how thin the cups of the bra were too.
“Keep going. Keep going. Good girl.”
The slip continued to rise, baring my stomach to James and my back to everyone else in the room. It snagged on my breasts for a second and then pulled free, causing them to jiggle. Opening my eyes, I saw James purse his lips in a silent whistle as he took in the sight, then my vision was cut off as the slip rose to cover my head. I kept the movement going until my hands were way above my head, knowing this would make my breasts, with their hard nipples, stand out even more on my chest. Some perverse streak in me made me arch my back a bit, to increase the viewing pleasure for my sole frontal admirer. The slip cleared my head and only my arms were tangled in it.
