by Bridy McAvoy
“What’s wrong with me?”
“Honey…nothing’s wrong with you.”
Kayla shook her head.
“There is. What normal woman poses for a group of photographers and every time she exposes something to them she has an orgasm? It’s wrong, just wrong.”
It was Teri’s turn to shake her head.
“No, honey, it isn’t wrong, it’s a reaction to a situation you find intensely arousing. Nothing more than that. If anything, it’s beautiful—it makes you more of a woman, not less.”
“And then there’s that third time, your husband held me in his arms as I came. That was embarrassing for me, for him and for you.”
Teri grinned.
“I’m certain it wasn’t embarrassing for Chris. I could see from his face he thoroughly enjoyed the experience. I bet you could feel his enjoyment trying to burrow between your butt cheeks because, when I took you from him, he had a noticeable erection.”
Kayla shuddered.
“But that’s not what this is about.”
Teri shook her head once more.
“No, honey, that’s exactly what this is about. Men take pictures like this simply because they enjoy looking at them, and then get an even bigger thrill out of taking them themselves. Each of those guys is using a thousand dollar camera, and peripherals they bought themselves. Think about it. Chris is paying you four thou to model, and there’s five of them – how much do you think they’re paying him?”
Kayla paused to think, then hazarded a guess.
“Two thousand each?”
Teri smiled at her.
“More, honey, more. Nearer three.”
“Oh my God!”
“Yeah. I probably shouldn’t have told you that, cos you might ask Chris for a bigger slice of the pie—which you won’t get if you do ask, by the way. The fact remains, these guys are paying not just for Chris’s experience as a photographer but also for the experience itself.”
She looked at Kayla and took a sip from her coffee, motioning for Kayla to do the same.
“Honey, for them the experience is in taking pictures of a beautiful woman, preferably with no clothes on, or at least shall we say, flashing the gash in erotic and stimulating circumstances. That, by the way, is erotic and stimulating circumstances for them. The fact you start off by getting embarrassed, then a little turned on, then fully aroused, is for them a real bonus. When they get to take pictures of you in the throes of an orgasm, a real one, not a feigned one, they’re ecstatic about it, and they think they’re getting their money’s worth. They are, too.”
“It’s still not normal for me.”
“You mean you don’t come when Ben plays with you a little? You have to wait for the real thing?”
“Well, no…”
“Listen, honey, most women come more often through foreplay than through actual penetration. We all know this, right?”
Kayla shrugged.
“So, all that’s happening is that tiny little exhibitionist streak you have taking control and enjoying the experience. You already know you are going to go home and pounce on Ben the moment you walk through the door, right?”
Kayla giggled at the way Teri had read her thoughts.
“So, you ready to go out there and have some more fun? We have one more shoot this afternoon.”
“Not really. I don’t want to embarrass myself again.”
Kayla shuddered and Teri moved quickly to wrap her arms around her friend.
“Don’t worry about it. The guys are loving it. They think they’re getting their money’s worth. Chris is happy as hell, and I think you’re not only a trouper but a great model. The only one fretting about it is you.”
Teri let go of her shoulders, put her fingers on Kayla’s chin and brought her head up so she could stare into her eyes.
“You know something? I think there’s something you haven’t admitted to yourself, not even in your fantasies, since that last night of your honeymoon.”
“What?”
“I think you came on stage that night, too—you just won’t allow yourself to remember that bit, and I know you didn’t tell Ben that bit or he’d have told Chris. You know how men are.”
Kayla tried to shake her head but Teri kept her grip firm and didn’t let her look away. She closed her eyes and tried not to think about it, then realised closing her eyes simply made the memories flood back in full Technicolor.
“No…”
Even to herself her voice lacked conviction. She opened her eyes again to see Teri was watching her intently.
“No… I…”
“Kayla, I’m your friend, don’t lie to me. I can tell. You did, didn’t you? Cum on stage? Not necessarily a big orgasm, but you did, didn’t you?”
Kayla replayed those last few seconds on stage and had to admit what had happened that night. For the first time in her life without stimulation, from herself, a toy or her husband, as he now was, she’d had an orgasm—a small one, but an orgasm. What made the memory so embarrassing was the fact she was sure most of the crowd had seen the telltale signs too, and the other girls had looked at her accusingly as she stepped off-stage.
“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Teri’s words confirmed her friend had read the emotions playing across her face and she nodded in acceptance of the truth.
“So, you’re highly orgasmic and you can get off on exhibitionism, especially in front of a camera. There’s no shame in that.”
Teri paused for a second and then grinned.
“You’re not unique you know. Every glamour session I ever did, even before I met Chris, I either came on set, or as soon as I got back to the dressing room.”
She reached behind her neck and unfastened a thin chain she was wearing, drawing a small silver key from between her breasts on the end of it. She stepped to one side and leaned down to unlock the drawer next to them. When Teri slid the drawer open, Kayla gasped. Inside were four vibrators, each of a different size, and one of them was a Rabbit, although a different colour from her own green one. This one was a fluorescent orange!
“In case I need a little help,” she giggled. “But I rarely use them. You can if you want.”
Kayla shook her head.
“Why not?”
“I don’t tend to get very loud when I cum…except if I’m using a vibrator. Then I get very loud. They’d hear me through the partition.”
Teri laughed and shook her head.
“I guess that means you don’t use the Rabbit with Ben in the room.”
“No way!”
“Silly girl, you don’t know what you’re missing. Toys don’t have to be for solo use. Add them to your sex repertoire with Ben—believe me you’ll love it and he’ll love it even more. He’ll be your puppy for life!”
Kayla knew she was blushing scarlet again. The heat she could feel radiating from her face was intense. She had had intimate conversations with friends before, including with Teri, but never something like this.
“You need to take a long look at your lifestyle, honey. You are so missing out on such a lot. Now, come on, lose the robe and let’s get your makeup sorted so we can get the next outfit on.”
Kayla loosened the belt of her terrycloth robe and dropped it off her shoulders as Teri picked up the eyeliner again.
“Don’t need to do too much on your face, honey, but we need a bit of powder elsewhere, to flatten out some highlights. The brush might tickle when I get to those.”
Five minutes later, Kayla was trying to stand still as Teri confirmed her own statement. The powder brush did tickle! It was worse when she applied it to Kayla’s breasts than when she moved to her stomach, but it very definitely tickled!
“Right, you need to put these on now.”
Teri handed her a pair of black panties rolled into a ball and Kayla straightened them out with her hands, noticing the lace was soft and expensive.
“What, no stockings first?”
“Not for this shoo
t, honey. You won’t need them.”
Kayla had pulled them halfway up her legs before she noticed the panties were crotch-less at the front. She let out a startled squeak!
“What, honey?”
“I can’t wear these!”
“Why ever not?”
“They’re crotch-less!”
“And?”
“They show too much!”
Teri frowned then shrugged.
“And just how much were you showing a little while ago?”
“But at least I didn’t have to walk out there with my pussy on show—that came later.”
Teri giggled again, and she thought her friend was enjoying the whole thing way too much. Kayla pulled the panties into place and snuggled them to her butt. From the back they looked ordinary but sexy; from the front they looked obscene! The two half-inch strips of black elastic travelled either side of her pussy slit, framing it and, she could see in the mirror, making it even more obvious that it would have been without them.
“I can’t walk out there in these. It’s obscene!”
“Duh! That’s not the entire outfit; I haven’t given you the rest. Just remember, they’ve already seen everything, so stop panicking.”
Kayla frowned at Chris’s wife but accepted the logic of what she was saying—she really had exposed both her breasts and her pussy to the whole group so this wasn’t really any different. She checked out the view in the mirror—it wasn’t right to call it a pussy framed as it was, it was a cunt, and although she hated the word, she was displaying one now. She turned her attention back to Teri and gasped as Teri held up the other half of the ensemble. Given the trashy nature of the underwear, she’d already assumed the next part of the outfit would be equally trashy, but the tiny black baby doll on the hanger was little more than netting with a couple of bits of strategically placed lace. It would fasten with a single narrow ribbon between her breasts and the straps at her shoulders had bows in them too. Three tugs on the loose ends and she’d be nude.
“Jeez! Talk about laying it on thick!”
“Sometimes the photographer wants a trashy look, honey.”
“You can’t get any trashier than that.”
Teri smiled.
“You’d be surprised, Kayla. Very surprised. This is not trashy compared to some stuff. It’s positively high class trashy, this.”
“More like high class hotel hooker slumming it!”
Knowing she couldn’t win the argument, Kayla reached for the flimsy garment and slipped it over her head. Once she’d adjusted the front to fit over her bust and made sure the straps sat properly on her shoulders, she once more checked her reflection. It looked worse than she’d expected. The supposed strategically placed thicker lace didn’t fit over her nipples, but rather passed in a band beneath them, obscenely offering them up like delectable morsels. The fabric wasn’t translucent; it was thin enough to be fully transparent. She could see every detail of her nipples through the fabric.
“Trashy is definitely not the depths this outfit descends to. Not by half.”
Teri grinned and motioned for her to sit down again.
“You haven’t seen the rest of the outfit yet. Now, let me do your hair—I want to pile it on top of your head neatly. ”
“Kind of sophisticated woman from the neck up and whore from the neck down?”
“Something like that. I think the contrast will be very good and I know that’s one way of describing what Chris asked for, although, being a man, he didn’t manage to describe it so well. I’m going to pin your hair up, but it won’t be very stable—I haven’t got time to do a proper job.”
Kayla nodded and Teri slapped her shoulder.
“Keep still.”
“Sorry.”
A few minutes of fussing left Kayla wondering what her hair would look like if Teri had had enough time. It was amazing! Piled on top of the back of her head, there wasn’t a single strand out of place. A deftly twirled ringlet hung down either side of her face to frame it and as Teri applied the lippie she felt a lot better about herself, as long as she didn’t allow her gaze to drop!
“Come on now, we need some finishing touches.”
“Oh?”
Teri held out two glittering cascade clip-on earrings.
“There’s no way they’re real diamonds!”
“No, silly, they’re cubic zirconium. They sparkle like the real thing but they cost only a fraction of the amount. You’ve seen these kind of things before. Actually, I wore these to your house the day after Xmas last year.”
“That’s right, you did. I thought I recognised them. I complained to Ben later that you were wearing jewellery that cost more than my car!”
They both laughed and Kayla checked her image in the mirror once more. The triangular arrangement of gemstones hung about an inch and a half below her lobes, making them a definite statement piece rather than the kind of tiny studs she normally wore. It made sense now why Chris’s instructions had been adamant that she was to leave all her jewellery at home except for her wedding and engagement bands.
She glanced down at her left hand. The tiny but very real diamond seemed out of place compared to the apparent fortune she wore on her ears. Teri wasn’t finished, either. She’d fished another piece of jewellery from her bag and moved behind Kayla to place the heavy necklace around her neck. This matched the earrings in design but was much larger—the centrepiece hanging between her breasts must have contained over a hundred gemstones, and even more were strung at half inch intervals along the chain as it disappeared around her neck.
“You like?”
“Wow… Yes, I like very much… I don’t care if they’re not diamonds, it still must have cost a lot for the set.”
Teri patted her shoulder.
“You are so right, and Chris doesn’t think I know how much he paid for them.”
“Oh? And how do you know?”
“Chris is a man—he puts his pants out to wash without checking he’s cleared all his pockets. Don’t tell me Ben isn’t the same.”
They giggled but Kayla fell silent as someone knocked on the door.
“You ready?”
Chris’s voice reminded Kayla just how little she was wearing.
“Two minutes.”
“Okay.”
Chris didn’t say anything else so Kayla assumed Teri’s answer had been good enough for him. She bit her lip as she thought about opening the door and walking out dressed as she was.
“See, you’re not as worried as you thought, are you?”
This question puzzled Kayla until she realised Teri’s glance was moving appreciatively up and down her body. She glanced down and noticed her nipples were once more sticking out and, looking lower, could see the outer lips of her pussy were swollen and very probably moist too.
“Shit!”
“Stop worrying about it. You look great.”
“Yeah, great in two halves.” She put her hands in a line just below her shoulders. “A million dollars from here on up and like a cheap tart below.”
“Which is the look Chris wanted for this shoot. Now, hurry up and slip this on.”
She was relieved when Teri handed her a black silk robe, very short, but at least it covered the fact she was wearing crotch-less panties and a transparent baby doll. She looked for the belt but couldn’t find it.
“No belt, honey. Sorry. You’ll just have to hold it closed until you’re on set. Step carefully out there—remember you don’t have any shoes on either.”
Kayla sighed; it wasn’t going to be easy after all.
Chapter 9
She faced the line of men again, having noticed Chris had left the couch in the focus of the lights. She’d half expected him to have moved the couch out of the way and replaced it with a bed—after all, she was dressed more for the bedroom than anywhere else. She tried to think what would have happened if she’d appeared in their own lounge at home, dressed like this, in front of her husband. Ben wouldn’t have let
her escape, she was sure of that—he’d have been on her straight away, within seconds of registering her presence.
She guessed the top would have lasted about ten seconds, and the panties…well, he wouldn’t have needed to do anything to them to ensure access to his prize. She smiled at the thought and tried to work out if she’d have the nerve to wear something like this at home in broad daylight.
“Kayla?”
Chris’s question pulled her out of her reverie.
“Sorry.”
“Day-dreaming again, I suppose. I asked if you were ready to begin?”
Kayla bit her lip yet again then nodded.
“You all ready, guys? This set is going to be quite quick, so don’t waste a second.”
All the cameras were up in front of their faces once more—at least she wasn’t going to be seeing their faces, or very much of them.
“Lose the robe, please, Kayla.”
She shuddered. This was what she’d been dreading from the moment she’d realised the scandalous nature of her clothing for this set. Kayla drew a deep breath and closed her eyes. The robe wasn’t fastened. Teri hadn’t provided a belt so all she had to do was throw it open and back and the silk would slide down her arms and land on the floor behind her. She was facing everyone, too—there was no chance of a coy display, turning her back and then covering herself with her hands as she turned round. Chris wanted her to be on display for the entire set and, under the circumstances, what Chris wanted…Chris got.
She let the breath out, feeling her heart rate speed up and her skin flush as the same thrill from exposing herself took hold once more. Chris cleared his throat, impatient to start the shoot, but only he and she knew the shoot started the second she opened the robe. She forced her eyes open and drew in another long shuddering open-mouthed breath and threw her arms out to the sides, her fingers clutching the two edges of the robe. Her arms moved back and the robe, as she’d expected, whispered down her arms and off, falling to the floor behind her.
She heard the five men behind Chris make different noises of appreciation at the way she was dressed. She saw three of the cameras angle downward to point at her crutch. She didn’t bother bringing her hands back in front of her in a show of modesty. If she did, Chris would simply tell her to drop them to her sides—or worse. There was no point in defiance. She’d signed up for this knowing she was going to be naked in front of them, and she already had been less than an hour earlier. Kayla felt it was time to face up to the consequences of signing the deal with Chris.
