by Bridy McAvoy
“Come on, stop preening and admiring yourself, we need to get you dressed before Chris asks one of the students to open that door.”
“Oh!”
In reflex, Kayla’s left arm rose to hug and cover her breasts while her right hand darted down to shield her pussy and she partly turned away from the door as Teri chuckled.
“Relax, girl. I was just joking with you. The door locks from the inside and I locked it when I came back in.”
“Sooo…not funny.”
Teri grinned and held out the dress to her. As Kayla had guessed the dress was effectively backless, just two thin straps that went over her shoulders and crossed behind her before attaching to the skirt at waist height. The top of the skirt portion came to about an inch above the line of the garter belt. She looked at herself in the mirror and had to admit the overall effect was stunning.
“You did remember to bring some black heels, didn’t you?”
Kayla nodded and pointed to the holdall she’d dropped just inside the door.
“Good girl. Let’s see them.”
Without thinking, Kayla turned toward the back and bent at the waist. Teri whistled as the skirt rose up, exposing her stocking tops.
“Wow, honey. You look good.”
She looked back over her shoulder and stuck her tongue out at Teri, then fished the pair of black heels out of her bag and returned to the seat.
“That reminds me, we need us some lippy there. Now pout and hold still.”
Three minutes later she was ready. Teri had her stand just inside the door while she opened it to check Chris was ready, then signalled for Kayla to step through into the studio proper. Kayla took a deep breath, closed her eyes briefly then painted on a smile and stepped into the well-lit studio.
Chapter 6
Chris was facing her as she stepped into the studio, the other five men in a sort of half circle beyond him. They were smiling too, and the two nearest ones, the ones on the outer edges, were looking her up and down as she moved forward to greet Chris with a peck on the cheek. Kayla guessed the others were checking her out too but she couldn’t see them as clearly with Chris standing between them.
“Gentlemen, this is our model for the course, Kayla. Kayla, meet my students for the next eight weeks—Phil, Andy, Brad, Steve and the guy on the end there likes to be called Ant rather than Tony, but is really Anthony.”
Everyone chuckled and each stepped forward in turn to shake Kayla’s hand and, in the process, take the chance to get a good close look at her.
“Now, I’ve explained to the guys you’re fairly new at this so we’re going to start by taking it easy on you.”
“Fairly new? Don’t you mean brand new?”
Chris chuckled.
“Well, we broke your duck in the week, so fairly new is accurate I think. We’re just going to take a few shots from different angles for a little while, then we’ll take a break while you get changed into another outfit. Okay?”
Kayla shrugged and smiled.
“Okay.”
“Good, now come over here please.”
‘Over here’ turned out to be quite a low bar stool in white plastic with a low back that didn’t rise more than a few inches from the height of the seat. There was an aluminium footrest circling the thin stem about six inches from the floor but Kayla could see it was an adjustable stool, with the height reduced almost as far as it would go. That meant she wouldn’t be flashing too much as she got on or off the stool. Behind the stool was a plain green cloth, very smooth, no creases, and no wrinkles. She inclined her head in unspoken question.
“Green screen. We can transfer your picture onto any background simply by removing the green from the image.”
“Ah… So that’s what that phrase means.”
“Yep. Now, just stand next to the stool please, Kayla.”
He turned back to the other men.
“Right, gentlemen, as I said earlier, for this first shoot I’m going to be doing all the talking, giving Kayla her directions. You should all have your cameras set up as we discussed. Have you?”
A chorus of yeses sounded from the five men who were still staring at Kayla. She wasn’t sure whether to feel flattered to have this much attention or scared of it.
“For the second shoot, you’ll all take turns to give directions. But remember the limits I’ve set for today. Everyone ready?”
Again they all replied yes.
“Good. Teri, could you flick the lights on, please?”
Kayla had noticed several of the spotlights with their diffusers scattered around the room and had wondered why they were dark. They came on one by one and the area around her became very bright as the rest of the room dimmed by comparison. The same effect as on Thursday, but this time she was in front of strangers as well as Chris and Teri rather than just her husband with them. She wondered about the limits Chris had mentioned, but didn’t want to ask in case the answer embarrassed her. She was sure she’d find out before the afternoon was over.
“Right, Kayla, shall we get started?”
He didn’t wait for an answer, just began issuing posing instructions.
“Kayla, please move round to stand behind the stool, face us and smile…that’s good. Now place both hands on the back of the stool with your hands next to each other…good. Lean forward slightly, putting your weight on the balls of your feet rather than your heels. Lean forward a bit more. Very nice. You look beautiful today.”
Kayla could hear all the camera shutters firing as, not only Chris but also the other five, had cameras to their faces, clicking shot after shot of the relatively tame pose.
“And rest for a minute. Right guys, did you pick up on what I was doing? Look at the images you just took. See the way the pose lengthened her legs, improved the muscle definition and made them sexier. Kayla didn’t even realise leaning like that lifted the skirt a little so you could see a bit of the top of her stocking.”
He turned back to her. Although he’d told her to relax, she was still standing exactly as he’d told her to. He winked at her and turned his attention back to the students.
“Notice how I kept talking, giving her instruction after instruction, and at the same time praising her. That’s important. You need your model to relax into the position you set, even if it’s one that’s designed to show real tension—she needs to be comfortable doing it. That’s very important later on when you start asking her to take her clothes off. Trust is important. She’s going to feel vulnerable and you might want to capture vulnerability in the shot but not by making her feel she can’t trust you.”
Kayla watched as they nodded, sopping up the lecture Chris was giving them, although she could feel the heat in her face from his comment about being comfortable taking her clothes off in front of them. She knew it would be happening and, given the dress was backless and she wasn’t wearing a bra, that moment of exposure would come sooner rather than later!
“Right, gentlemen, grab those step stools and stand on top of them. I want to demonstrate how changing your position changes your angle and improves the shot. Kayla, will you please sit on the stool facing us? Thank you.”
Kayla lifted herself onto the stool as quickly as she could while the men were all looking away as they retrieved, and then set up, the folding step stools she’d spotted piled to one side. All five men climbed up onto the steps, leaning against the rails and towering over Chris from behind.
“Are we all ready? Good. Kayla, smile, please. Now, place one foot on the foot rail…good. Now lower the other one to the floor, just let your toe dangle there, feel the stretch in your leg… good girl. No, don’t look down. Don’t worry about it but the skirt has ridden up and we can see about an inch of thigh, but that’s all. Now place your left elbow on your right knee…perfect. Now, slowly lower your chin to rest on your fist. You know the statue Rodin’s The Thinker? That’s the kind of pose we want. Keep still…no, that’s perfect. Very sexy. Rodin’s Thinker never wore stockings or had a cle
avage, that’s for sure.”
The camera shutters clicked away as Kayla licked her lips and tried to smile. She knew the skirt had ridden up; the slight draft from the air conditioning was caressing the naked skin above her stocking, after all. She hadn’t realised what changing the angle had meant. She was leaning forward and the guys behind Chris were now a lot higher, able to take pictures past her arm and down her cleavage as the dress had fallen away at the front a little, too.
She could feel another blush rising to her cheeks and tried to fight the effect the situation was having on her body. The sequins that made up the dress were mounted on a soft mesh so the inside of the dress wasn’t harsh. But every movement rubbed the material across her already sensitive nipples. At least the sequins prevented the hardened protrusions from showing from the outside. The provocative nature of the pose, together with the appreciative ooh’s and ah’s she was getting from the five men, was working on her body just as on the Thursday night, despite the presence of five strangers feeling more intimidating. She hoped she wasn’t leaking fluids into her panties yet—these were already too transparent, and she didn’t want to make them worse.
“Relax again, Kayla, you can sit up now. Gentlemen, check your shots—how was that?”
The five men remained on the steps and fumbled with their cameras as Kayla slowly straightened up. She’d only had to hold the pose for about five minutes but it had felt longer than that. She watched as the guy on the end—she thought it was Brad but wasn’t sure—signalled Chris and the two had a low-voiced conversation as they looked at the images on the tiny screen of his camera.
Chris straightened up and moved back to his central position.
“Okay, Kayla, that didn’t work for all of our students—certainly not for Brad, and maybe not for the others who didn’t speak up—so I want you to resume the pose, and I’m going to move one of the steps to just in front of you and let them take turns to shoot from closer range. Is that okay?”
Kayla nodded—she felt unable to do anything else—and lowered her foot back to the floor as she leaned forward to resume the pose. She watched Brad move his step stool to just a foot or so in front of her and then climb up. She was looking at his belly as he looked down her cleavage!
“Stop! Climb down, please. Now, can anyone tell me the problem Brad failed to remedy before taking his position?”
None of the others said anything, but after a few seconds, Brad spoke up.
“Shadow. My shadow fell across her, because I didn’t move the lights or ask for the ones behind me to be turned off.”
“Correct. Next time remember first. The pose may be physically uncomfortable for the model or take ages to arrange, in which case you only have one chance. Don’t blow the basics. Well remembered, you get a brownie point for remembering, but you lose one for not doing it first.”
They all chuckled and Kayla broadened her smile to match. Chris adjusted the lights and Brad turned his attention back to her. She didn’t dare break the pose to look down but she was quite sure his viewpoint from directly above, and in front, of her cleavage gave him a great view. She concentrated on holding the pose and remaining in control of her breathing as, one by one, each of them took it in turns to take the shot.
“You can relax again now, Kayla, thank you. That was very good.”
Kayla sat back and stretched to remove the slight kink in her back that leaning forward for so long had given her. Chris had the guys moving things back and putting the steps away in the corner once more before he was ready to start again.
“Are we all ready once more? Good. Kayla please sit straight on the stool, knees together. Your heels hooked over the foot-rail…that’s good. Now, smile for us, a big wide cheesy grin…that’s nice. Now, I’m going to run through a set of expressions without otherwise moving. I want the guys to see how different the same pose looks simply by getting the model to change her expression. Okay. Good, now grin…good. Now pout, really give it the sexy come on look…oh, that’s nice, really sexy, lower your eyelashes and give the camera the look you normally give your husband.”
She couldn’t help it—that last one made her giggle and her laughter was infectious, with the students and Teri joining in. Chris waved his hand to silence everyone.
“Okay, that was funny, but how many of you remembered to catch that natural expression, the one that just lit her entire face?”
He turned to face his students. Only Brad raised his hand—he’d been the last to join in the laughter and the last one to lower his camera.
“Gentlemen, you must be ready to capture every shot, the opportunities between poses. The so-called studio candid shots are often the best ones of the entire session. I made a joke that I knew would trigger Kayla to laugh and I kept shooting—you should have, too.”
Teri stuck her tongue out at Kayla from behind their backs and Kayla took her cue from her friend, knowing Chris could see Teri but had his back turned to her. She tried to look at the end of her nose and stuck her tongue out at Chris’s back. All five cameras were raised in front of faces and shutters clicked, capturing her childish expression.
“Good. You’re getting the idea. Kayla, you can put your tongue away now. I want to see that very sexy pout when I turn back round—a really, really sexy look.”
For the next few minutes Kayla’s face was put through its paces, laughter, smiling, sorrow, anger, pouting, sulking—every emotion she could muster, and a couple she’d never tried consciously to express painted their way across her face.
“Stand up now, please, Kayla, and move to the right side of the stool and turn to face it.”
Chris waited for her to move into position before he continued.
“So far, guys, we’ve been doing basic studio techniques that work with any model in any type of shoot, but that’s not what we’re all here for, is it? You’re here to learn more about how the glamour business works.”
Kayla swallowed hard—this was the bit she’d been dreading ever since this morning. So far it had been easy, a little physically tiring but nothing hard. It was going to get psychologically tough in the next few minutes.
She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. Her heart rate had increased and she could feel the adrenalin coursing through her system as her breathing quickened in time with her speeding pulse.
“You okay to continue, Kayla?”
Not knowing what else to do, and not trusting her voice, she nodded and Chris carried on.
“Glamour is about subtle sexy, not just T P A.”
“T P A?”
“Excuse the language, Kayla, but for Steve’s benefit, that’s tits, pussy and ass. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“It’s also easier to start with a model you haven’t worked with before, in profile. If she’s facing you she can see your reaction to her increasing level of nudity and, as yet, she doesn’t know you. If she’s facing away, then she’ll feel vulnerable, not knowing what you’re doing. This way she has the chance to look at you out of the corner of her eye or look completely away. She’ll have an area she’ll define as her personal space and she won’t want you to cross into it or she’ll become uncomfortable. Now she can watch you without having to look at you. Understand?”
They chorused a yes and Chris kept going.
“How big would you define your personal space at the moment, Kayla? How large a circle?”
“About… about a mile across, I think.”
She hadn’t quite meant it like that, but everyone laughed, although she did hear a few shutters click as some of the students kept their cameras up in front of their faces, in response to Chris’s earlier comment.
“Okay, Kayla, please lift your left leg onto the foot rail and brace your right hand on the back of the stool…good. Now, lower your left hand to your thigh and slowly slide the dress hem up your leg a bit further. We can see the stocking top as it is, but we want to see some thigh above it. Time to show us some skin, honey, and look sexy as you do it.�
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Kayla felt as though each finger weighed twenty pounds—it took an effort to get her hand into place, let alone do as asked and slide the hem higher to show off her trim thigh. Her breathing became a little ragged as she moved the hem an inch higher, taking what felt like an age to achieve even that small a movement.
“A little more. Good girl, come on, a little more, keep going. You’re doing well. You look very sexy, totally desirable and beautiful. Keep it going.”
Glancing down wasn’t part of her instructions, but she couldn’t help the involuntary movement—she had to see how much leg she was showing them. When she saw how high the skirt was, she gasped and felt the heat rise to her cheeks once more. Almost her entire thigh was exposed and any further movement would display the lower curve of her ass as the back of the skirt rose to accompany the rising front.
“A bit further, Kayla. Just a bit more.”
She tried to take a deep breath but her breathing was already rushed in response to the stimulation her exposure was giving her. Her nipples were tender from rubbing against the dress material, engorged with blood, stiff and sticking out. Not for the first time, she was pleased the sequins prevented any outward sign of this. With her legs pressed against each other she could sense the moisture level in her pussy was fast approaching the point where she’d be squeezing some out into the crutch of her panties.
“Hold it there, please, Kayla. Now stay very still.”
Kayla nodded then realised even acknowledging him broke the order he’d given.
“As you can see, guys, the bent leg exposes the curve to your camera, and moving the skirt exposes it fully. That form is exquisite on most women—doubly so with a beautiful woman like Kayla—but this isn’t quite the best angle to appreciate it. You need to shift to about a forty-five degree oblique angle behind her to get the full appreciation.”
She heard them shuffling to the side and behind her, camera shutters firing like mad as they captured the pose for posterity. Chris shocked her to the core with his next instruction to the students.