by Bridy McAvoy
“Now, squat down and change the angle. See how much more the camera catches from that angle. See how her underwear comes into view.”
The heat in her cheeks rose to furnace level now, but none of the photographers were taking pictures of her face, they were all concentrating on her ass.
“Kayla, do you mind?”
Before she could reply to Chris, he stepped in right behind her, grabbed the back of the skirt and flicked it upward, catching the hem in her waist band so the heavy material didn’t fall back again. Then, he stepped away, allowing the five guys to take shot after shot of her ass encased only in thin see-through material. At least the position of her legs kept her pussy hidden from them as she felt herself secrete some of her juices into the thin fabric.
She shuddered from the way the exposure was wreaking havoc on her emotions and felt relieved when her involuntary movement dropped the skirt back down again. There was a tiny chorus of groans from several of them, accompanied by Chris’s chuckle. Alone, among them, he knew what effect exposure had on her exhibitionist streak.
“Stand up straight now, Kayla. You can let the skirt fall back into place. Gentlemen, can you return to your start positions please.”
The sound of them shuffling back around the set was enough of a clue for Kayla as to their whereabouts; she didn’t want to look any of them in the eye at the moment.
“Turn the stool around and then sit on it facing away, please, Kayla. Get yourself comfortable, you’re going to be sitting on there for a while this time.”
“Okay.”
She did as she was told, knowing beyond a doubt this was where he was going to tell her to drop the straps off her shoulders. Her back was naked except for the two straps that criss-crossed it in an X shape so the exposure to the cameras wouldn’t be so bad, but she would be topless in front of them and Chris would eventually tell her to turn around and expose her breasts to six pairs of eyes—seven if you included Teri who was still watching from the back of the studio. Her friend gave her a reassuring smile and a nod as she turned the stool then climbed into position.
“Okay, Kayla, please cross your arms in front of you and place your hands on your shoulders…good. Now, turn you head and look back at us over your left shoulder…excellent. Now, repeat by looking over your right shoulder…very good. Try and pout and look sexy as you return to the left shoulder. Now, keep your head there, looking at us as you flick the left shoulder strap down onto your arm…perfect. Good. Leave it there, move your head back round to the other side and repeat with that strap…spot on, beautiful. Right, now move the straps back into position and relax for a moment.”
This wasn’t what Kayla had expected but she did as she was told, glad for a momentary respite.
“You see, what we did was make sure we had the shot from both sides. That way we double our chances of getting the shot we want at the end of the day.”
The five students weren’t very talkative—soaking in the information Chris was handing out—and she guessed the Q &A would come later, possibly with her sitting naked in the middle of them!
“Kayla, I want you to repeat the same movements, only this time look over your left shoulder and flick the right shoulder strap down onto your arm. Hold that pose…right. Lift that strap back into place and reverse, flick the left shoulder strap off while looking back over your right shoulder…good. Now, look over your left shoulder again and flick the second strap off…good girl. Now, slowly push both straps down your arms toward the elbow…perfect.”
Looking back over her shoulder prevented Kayla from seeing how low the dress was getting in front of her, but the way the sequined material was slipping down her skin, it was obvious by touch alone. The straps reached her elbows just as the top of the dress caught on her nipples. She hoped Chris would tell her to stop before it slipped any further but she couldn’t be certain it would stay in position if she just let go of the straps.
“Lower your arms, but keep hold of the straps. We can see what’s happening from behind and that makes for interesting shots, so keep going…keep going.”
The straps slipped down onto her forearms and she was now pulling the dress down with every inch she moved. The stitching on the top edge of the dress scratched against her nipples for a couple of seconds then popped clear on the left and then on the right. Her dress now collapsed completely into her lap. Leaving the straps loose in her hands, her breasts were on display to the backcloth, if not the photographers. She heard a moan and realised it was her own. She squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to stem the arousal but only succeeded in increasing the pressure on her outer pussy lips, increasing, rather than abating, the tide of feeling rising in her. She started to pant as Chris told her to look forward again and slip her arms completely out of the straps.
She looked down as she adjusted the dress to lie over her lap, her upper body nude, her nipples seeming harder than they’d ever been. The forces unleashed within her were rising to an ever higher peak and she was scared she was about to come in front of the entire group.
“Right, now time for a few candid shots. Kayla, please raise your hands and interlace your fingers behind the back of your neck and then stay stock still once more…perfect. You are really good at this. Brad, I want you to walk around in front of her and take a couple of shots, with the rest of us in the background. We will of course be taking pictures of your reaction to her and her reaction to you seeing her breasts. Don’t linger, just take three or four shots and then move out so the others can get their chance.”
She thought Chris was trying to be kind, getting each one to see her in isolation rather than get her to expose herself to all of them at once, but for Kayla it was torture. Brad appeared in her peripheral vision and stopped to take a profile shot. She was well aware the position of her hands behind her neck pushed her breasts up and out, improving the shot. Without thinking about it, she arched her back to increase the effect as he whistled soundlessly behind his camera and moved to face her full on. She tried to smile at him, but it wasn’t easy, then he moved round to the other side and out of her view. All the while the camera shutters behind her had been clicking almost nonstop.
“Andy, your turn.”
Each guy took his turn taking pictures of her naked breasts while the others took pictures of him taking them. By the time Chris sent Ant into her view to take his set, she was trembling all over. He smiled and raised the camera to his face as she stared straight at him, her mouth open, her breath coming in tiny pants as she fought to prevent the orgasm ripping through her. It was a fight she knew she’d lose but she was desperate to prevent it happening in front of any of them. Kayla let out a moan and clenched her legs together in a final attempt to prevail, but failed, and a louder moan escaped her lips as the wave of pleasure roared through her nervous system.
Ant stood there open mouthed, watching as the passion overrode her body and she dropped her hands from behind her neck in an attempt to squeeze them between her thighs and press against her sensitive mound, all modesty gone as the powerful spasms thrust through her system.
Chris could see what was happening as her poise collapsed and she sensed rather than heard him order Ant back to join the others, then Teri was there, throwing a towelling robe over her and helping her down from the stool. The pregnant woman led her on shaky legs that threatened to give way at any moment, back to the dressing room door, guided her inside and allowed her to drop onto the seat in front of the narrow counter top.
“You’re fine, honey. Don’t worry.”
Kayla sucked in air, trying to recover and didn’t respond, feeling unable to vocalise how she felt. She could feel tears welling up, both of unrepressed emotion and shame at what had just happened.
“It’s not a problem, honey. Honestly. You did fine, especially for a first timer. That wasn’t easy and the fact you enjoyed it that much isn’t an issue. I suspect it impressed them all—it impressed the hell out of me!”
“Oh, God!”
There was a knock on the door and Teri opened it a crack and then wider to allow Chris to stick his hand inside.
“You were brilliant out there, Kayla, the guys are stoked. Well done.”
“Yeah, right!”
“Stop beating yourself up and listen to Teri. That was fantastic and the guys are already saying how much they’re enjoying the course. So take five to get yourself back in the right frame of mind—let Teri put your makeup right and get you dressed for the second session. Okay?”
Chris swung the door shut and Teri locked it.
“Come on, honey, you’re fine.”
Chapter 7
The powder blue jersey-knit, halter-neck dress fit Kayla like a glove. The plunging neckline showed off far more cleavage than she did in normal life, even in her most daring party frock. The skirt was as short as the previous one, too and, paired with white hold-up stockings and her own white heels, she thought the outfit looked sensational, if rather tartier than the red sequinned frock. That wasn’t helped by the narrow navy blue pendant hanging in the valley between her breasts and drawing attention to them even more than the dress did on its own.
The white panties marred the effect for her as she checked herself in the mirror for the final time.
“Teri, it doesn’t look right.”
“What doesn’t, honey?”
“The VPL.”
“It’s fine. Chris actually wants a visible panty line for this shoot. Now let’s get out there. Chris will be getting impatient.”
Kayla felt even more nervous this time around, but the five students greeted her with friendly smiles, rather than the leers she’d expected having just orgasmed in front of them, and she relaxed as she surveyed the set Chris had set up. The same backcloth was in place but, this time, in front of it was a small black leather couch and, in front of that, a matching black rug.
Chris motioned for her to go and stand in front of the couch and she did so, expecting him to ask her to take a seat but instead he motioned for her to do a full three-sixty before facing them once more.
“Now, luckily for Kayla, she’s the same size as Teri was before her pregnancy so we’ve provided most of the outfits for her to model in from my wife’s extensive wardrobe.”
He was standing side on to her with the five students facing her so she was able to see him roll his eyes for effect and the other men chuckled.
“Often, though, you’ll have asked the model to provide her own outfits in order to make sure they fit her. Sometimes, when you do that the model will make a mistake. Here the mistake was deliberate and I’m pretty sure Kayla spotted it herself. Anyone else want to make a suggestion?”
Two hands went up and Chris pointed to Steve.
“The pantie line.”
“Right first time. You’d noticed it, hadn’t you, Kayla?”
She nodded.
“Well, sometimes you actually want that for dramatic effect but it’s only there to make the point. What do you suppose I’m going to ask you to do, Kayla?”
She sighed; she’d seen this coming from the moment Chris had started talking.
“Lose the panties?”
Her plaintive question brought a number of chuckles from the students. She started to walk back toward the dressing room but Chris held his hand out to stop her.
“Now, just as before, guys, I said you need to take any opportunity for more shots than you planned, and Kayla is presenting us with one right now, aren’t you, Kayla?”
Kayla gulped. She hadn’t seen this coming.
“So, why don’t you return to your position in front of the couch and lose the panties right there, right now. Okay?”
A collective intake of breath accompanied Kayla as she returned to her original position and turned to face them all once more, her mind reeling under the pressure of how to follow his instructions and remove her underwear without flashing more than she wanted to…yet.
“All of you should have been snapping away by now. You can see Kayla is shocked by my behaviour and that presents a wonderful chance for some more facial shots as she wrestles with the problem I presented her with. I surprised her, and surprise can be a great vehicle for getting some different pictures, but use it sparingly. Kayla, that was the only surprise planned for today, so don’t panic about more. Just lose the panties for us, now…please, honey.”
She licked her lips and dropped her hands to the hem of the dress, while watching the students and, for that matter, Chris swing their cameras up to their faces. She lifted the hemline a few inches, exposing that amount of her naked thighs and, confirming to all and sundry she was wearing hold-ups rather than garters, worked her hands up under the skirt. She tried to keep the skirt from riding up as she grasped the bottom edge of the leg elastic of her panties and tugged downward. Her fingers slipped off the first time so she tried again and was gratified when they moved about an inch lower on her waist, although they were still snug against her mound. She pulled again, and a third time, and the panties were moving down—she could lower her hands a little, which lowered the skirt as well, improving her protection from the camera lenses.
She sucked in a deep breath and pulled hard, the panties skimming down her legs and onto the tops of her stockings before slipping down as far as her knees, exposing them to the cameras but at least the skirt was back in place. Even as short as it was, it offered her some protection.
“Leave them there and sit down, please, Kayla. See, guys, you can get some great shots from unexpected moments. Understand?”
He turned his attention back to Kayla.
“Now, I want you to try and finish removing them in as ladylike a manner as possible, so lift your left knee, reach down with your left hand and slide them down to that ankle…good. Now, flick them over your foot and off…perfect. Now, sit back upright and cross your right knee over your left and extend the foot out toward me. Bring your right hand to grasp the panties and slowly slide them down your leg…great. Now, sit back up and let them dangle from your toes…perfect. Very sexy, don’t you think, gentlemen?”
The whole group said yes together and Kayla tried to forget the embarrassment of her situation and concentrate on smiling for the cameras.
“Now, kick the panties into the air so we can get a shot of the panties flying toward the camera…oh, perfect first time. When I tried to get Teri to do that the first time it took her twelve attempts.”
“In your dreams, daddy-o.”
Teri spoke for the first time from behind the group and they all laughed along with Chris. Kayla even managed a smile too as she relaxed—another hurdle behind her—although she guessed she was going to be showing more than her tits off this time. She shuddered as her mind wandered back to Thursday night and the pose Chris had got her into lying down on the couch. If she did that now, without panties, she’d be showing everything to them.
Kayla sat in the middle of the couch as Chris adjusted a couple of lights and turned to the group.
“Right, guys, I want you all to get your chance working with Kayla, but within some tight guidelines. I don’t want you working in a freestyle manner just yet so I’m going to run through the pose first, and then let each of you take it in turns without getting too creative. Okay?”
She watched them all nod as Chris turned back to her.
“This is going to get a little boring for you, Kayla, doing the same thing over and over, but at least you’ll get a rest from my voice.”
A giggle was obviously the expected response but hers sounded tinny and ended in a kind of squeak which brought another flood of embarrassment for her.
“Let’s get started then, Kayla. Cross your ankles please, sweetie, right over left…good, very
good. Now, slowly stretch your legs out in front of you and hold for a moment, then slide them back until your left heel is touching the front of the couch…very good. Keep it like that for a moment…perfect. Now, slowly slide your right leg up your left one…move slowly, don’t rush. Good girl, keep going…keep going until your legs are crossed at the knees…gorgeous. Hold that for a moment. See how the thigh is accentuated by the position, guys?”
The position didn’t expose her, didn’t flash her pussy at the cameras, but did show a lot of leg, well above the stocking top and, if any of them dropped down, they would be able to see the curve of her ass appearing shadowed inside the dress. Her heart rate sped up and her breathing quickened as her body took notice of the amount of itself on view. Her nipples tried to burrow their way through the material of the dress and, this time, as she glanced down there were noticeable indentations in the bodice of the dress. Looking up, she saw Chris waiting for her to return her attention to him.
“Now, I want you to slowly slide your right leg to the side so you end up with your right foot on your left knee.”
This was the moment as far as Kayla was concerned. As soon as she started, let alone completed the manoeuvre Chris had requested, she would be starting to expose her pussy slit to these men, something she’d never done. Sure, that night three years earlier in the strip club her panties had been almost transparent, but she hadn’t shown her naked pussy to anyone other than her husband or a doctor since they’d been married. Even two days earlier, she’d kept her panties on until they’d got in the car. Now, there was no such protection, however flimsy. She gasped for air, her mouth dropping open and her nipples crinkling even further, the slightest movement as she shivered irritating them against the fabric. She felt her pussy pulse as her exhibitionist streak sought control but still hesitated. As far as she could tell, Chris had recognised this and was waiting for her, his patience evident as he smiled at her for encouragement. Slowly she began to move her leg as he’d requested, her thighs parting as everyone’s cameras began to click.
