by Bridy McAvoy
She hopped on one foot while pulling the strap tight around one foot then decided discretion beat decorum and bent down to fasten the other shoe.
“Stand next to the couch and face it, literally belly up to it.”
“Okay.”
Kayla did as she was told and waited for the next obvious instruction to bend over, but Chris was building the rest of the pose first.
“Spread your legs out as far as you can, please, Kayla, literally as far as you can without lowering your waist below the level of the top of the couch.”
This was uncomfortable but she followed the guidance given and, not for the first time in this shoot, posed with her legs spread uncomfortably far.
“Now, put your hands on the top of the couch and slowly slide them out to the sides, rotating forward at the waist. Bend as far as you can.”
She knew this manoeuvre would rotate her ass into the air, and display her pussy to the group, which was rather obviously Chris’s intention. Spreading her hands along the couch simply made it easier for her to balance. The back of the couch gave way a bit under the pressure of her weight as she rotated, the soft padding providing a comfortable layer underneath her stomach, while it meant she didn’t have to go on tiptoe to keep her balance.
“Keep going, keep going…”
She was past the ninety degree point now; her head below the level of her ass and Chris was asking her to keep going? Kayla began to panic at the thought of falling but the seat pad of the couch smacked against her head as she complied, bringing her to a stop. She guessed the vision from behind was incredible—just her legs, ass and pussy in view of the cameras. The shutters clicked with an intensity not matched earlier in the session and Kayla realised the strange position had an effect on her. Despite everything, she could feel herself juicing up again as she grew more turned on with every passing second!
Suddenly she felt a stinging slap on her left ass cheek.
“Ow!”
“You’re done, honey, you need help getting up?”
She wasn’t sure if it was Chris’s words or the smack he’d just delivered to her ass that caused the entire group to laugh. Kayla pushed herself upright and closed her legs, noticing the way her muscles ached from the stretched position. She rubbed her ass with one hand and lifted the other one. Chris backed off a step as if he thought she was going to slap his face in return. Instead, she reached for the earring on her left ear and released the clip, having decided to ignore his over-familiarity.
“These damn things are heavy; they’ve been making my ears sore. If you didn’t need my head in the shot you could have let me take them off!”
Chris held his hands up and mouthed sorry to her.
“That was the last shoot for the day. You can go back to the dressing room, honey. Thank you, you were great.”
The five students closed in around her and each in turn pumped her hand and said thank you for a fabulous experience. It was very surreal for her, the way she was standing there in only a pair of crotch-less panties and her black heels while these men complimented her. They were close, well within her privacy zone, her personal space, but she didn’t bother to say anything and held her reactions in check. The circle parted and she stepped through to where Teri was holding up the short silk robe for her.
Kayla slipped it over her shoulders with a grateful smile but didn’t bother putting her arms into the sleeves, then walked off to the dressing room, anxious to escape the watching male eyes. Teri followed her into the tiny room and closed and bolted the door, then turned as her friend sank down onto the chair, casually letting the robe slip off her shoulders and fall to the floor.
“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“You’re kidding! That was worse. I have aches where I didn’t know I had muscles!”
“So, how did you like your stint as trailer trash?”
Kayla stuck her tongue out at Teri and the pregnant woman laughed.
“I knew you were fine.”
“Um…”
Kayla rose back to her feet, peeled the offensive garment down her legs and, stepping out of the crotch-less panties, tossed them to Teri.
“I suggest you wash them before you put them back in your smalls drawer.”
“They’re not mine, honey. Pure class, me.”
They both laughed, and Kayla reached for the clothes she’d arrived in.
“Not yet, Kayla.”
“Oh?”
Chapter 10
Kayla cocked an eyebrow in unspoken question and Teri passed her a bottle of water before she spoke.
“We’re going to give it a few minutes for the guys to leave and then Chris wants to rehearse the first shoot for next week with you.”
“Rehearse?”
“Well, each shoot is different, and next week’s shoots will, as a result, be quite different to those this week.”
Kayla shook her head, puzzled.
“I don’t understand—sorry, but I don’t.”
“Don’t worry, it’s best that Chris explains what he wants you to do, and you’ll be better equipped to deal with it next week.”
She took a swig from her water bottle and watched Teri for a couple of minutes, but the other woman remained unperturbed and simply drank her own water and smiled at her.
“You’re going to be there, right?”
“When?”
“Both, for the rehearsal and next week.”
Teri shook her head.
“What, neither?”
Kayla knew her voice betrayed her agitation.
“No, honey, not for the rehearsal, but I will be here next week.”
She patted the bulge of her stomach.
“Assuming this frog lets me, I’ll be here for the next three weeks. After that I probably won’t be. By then you won’t have so many nerves and you’ll have mastered the makeup the way I do it. I’ll leave all the stuff here for you, so you’ll be fine.”
Teri leaned forward and patted Kayla’s hand, trying to reassure her.
“If the baby comes early, well…all bets are off, obviously. But you’ve broken your duck.” She stopped and giggled. “In more ways than one I guess…so you’ll be fine.”
Kayla understood what she meant and she could see in the mirror how her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Yes, she’d broken her duck by posing nude, but she’d also broken her duck by cumming in front of the group!
“The less said about that, the better!”
Teri’s fingers gently stroked the back of Kayla’s hand.
“Don’t be silly, you need to talk about it. I think some of the problem you’ve had dealing with what happened that night you stripped in the bar on your honeymoon, is down to the fact you’ve never talked it through with anyone, particularly with Ben. He was very proud of you, you know, and I guess you know it made him randy as hell, too.”
“Um…maybe…”
“No maybes—yesbees. You do need to talk through how you feel when you expose yourself, when you let that exhibitionist streak take control. Sorry, bad choice of words, streak.”
They both giggled. Kayla wasn’t quite that sort of exhibitionist, nor did she want to get arrested for obscene behaviour.
Through the thin partition walls, they could hear the men had finished packing away their equipment and a couple of minutes later they heard the back door open and close a couple of times with the students calling out to each other as they left. The dressing room door nearest the back door opened and Kayla squealed as Chris stuck his head in.
“They’ve gone.”
He seemed surprised to see Kayla sitting there still naked, and laughed at her trying to cover her breasts with her arm as she twisted the chair to face away from him, forgetting the mirrors on the wall gave him a view from just about every angle, anyway.
“Sorry, Kayla, didn’t realise you weren’t dressed. It’s a bit late to be modest around me, though, isn’t it?”
“On set, yes. In here, no!”
Ter
i grinned at her husband.
“Scoot, she’ll be out there in about fifteen minutes. Don’t you have to prep the set?”
He held his hands up as Kayla glared at him over her shoulder, and she noticed his eyes weren’t still as they flicked from her naked back to the mirror to see her profile with her arm masked over her breasts, to the mirror on the opposite door to see her naked belly and legs.
“I’m gone, I’m gone. Sorry…”
He shut the door and Kayla slowly relaxed.
“Sorry, Kayla. I guess I forgot to lock that door when we came through it this morning. I did lock this one each time.”
Kayla suddenly remembered the half-finished conversation from before when Teri had adroitly changed the subject.
“So, why aren’t you going to be at the rehearsal shoot tonight? I understand about other shoots—obvious if the frog decides to turn into prince early.”
Teri shrugged.
“Sorry, honey. I’ve got some errands that have to be run and I can’t leave them till Monday.”
She pulled out her iPhone and started thumbing through it.
“Listen, you work a half day Wednesday’s some weeks, don’t you?” Teri asked.
“Yeah, I’m off this Wednesday afternoon. Working the Tuesday evening graveyard shift instead.”
“Good, how about we meet up for lunch and then do a bit a shopping, on Chris, so you can help choose your own outfits for the rest of the sessions—well for most of them, anyway.”
“Depends on whether he wants trailer trash again, or not.”
Teri shook her head. “No, honey, we’ve done that one. We want high class hooker next week, all day.”
The pair laughed and Teri put her bottle of water down and reached for another hanging clothes carrier on the rail.
“Time to get dressed, sweetie—and you’ll like this one, no trash or tart, just straight forward.”
“So, why the need for the rehearsal?”
“You’ll see, honey, you’ll see.”
* * * *
Kayla looked down at the rather frumpy outfit Teri had dressed her in. The skirt was knee-length and, although she was wearing white hold ups and red heels under the charcoal garment, she didn’t think it looked sexy at all. The white underwear was pretty standard too, nothing you couldn’t pick up in most department stores—certainly not Victoria’s Secrets or Fredericks style.
The white blouse was thick cotton and buttoned all the way to her neck. Under no stretch of the imagination could you describe it as translucent. Although it fitted her well, it did nothing for her; it was standard business-wear, but a cut below the kind of clothing she wore to work herself. The previous outfit had been out and out slut wear, this was just way too normal.
“I don’t understand. I mean, I really don’t understand. So far every shoot has had me looking sexy, the last one trashy but sexy. This is the opposite.”
“Ah, but Chris has ways to bring out the sexy of that outfit. Believe me, you’ll look sexy.”
“I still don’t get it.”
Teri giggled. “You will, you will!”
“Hmm…”
There was a knock on the dressing room door—this time the door into the studio, not the one Chris had burst through before.
“You ready in there?”
Teri raised an eyebrow, and Kayla shrugged. The pregnant woman had done very little to her makeup this time, and hadn’t fussed with her hair at all, which still had some kinks in it from being up for the previous shoot.
“You don’t want to do my hair?”
Teri shook her head.
“This is a rehearsal. You need the costume, but we’ll do the makeup and hair properly for the real thing next week. Okay, you ready?”
Kayla drew a deep breath and nodded, unsure of what to expect, and not sure she was going to like it.
Teri smiled. “You’ll do fine, now relax.”
Teri unlocked and opened the door and Kayla stepped into a studio which had changed quite a lot from the previous set. The couch was gone. In its place was a single bed complete with a duvet in pink with pastel flowers. Everything seemed to be bathed in a pinkish glow, and she noticed he’d put pink gauze around the lights to create the effect he wanted, which was very girlie.
“Hi, Kayla. Don’t worry, this won’t take long.”
Chris looked at his wife and she grinned at him. Kayla thought there might be some form of unspoken communication in their looks, but didn’t want to cause a scene by making an issue of it.
“We’re going to start off on the bed, so would you mind coming over here and sitting down?”
“Okay.”
Kayla shrugged, crossed the intervening space and perched herself on the side of the bed, her feet still firmly planted on the floor.
“Sometime, Kayla, we need a model to go a little further than she’s expecting—nothing too extreme, but something more than the normal.”
“Oh, yeah? Something more than taking my clothes off or having an orgasm as my friendly local photographer strips me naked?”
She laughed to show she meant it as a joke and then watched as Teri reached into a pocket of her jacket and pulled out a thin strip of black silk, about a yard long. The pregnant woman smiled.
“Didn’t you wonder where the belt of that robe went?”
“Sort of.”
“Well, here it is.”
She passed it to Chris who moved to sit beside her, slowly folding it in half in his hands and smoothing it out.
“Don’t look so worried…this is why we’re doing a rehearsal.”
“Okay. But I’m both curious and nervous about what that is for.”
“This.”
Chris moved quickly, looping the fabric strip around her head, covering her eyes as she blinked. He held it tight against her with one hand as he flipped her hair out of the way with the other, then tied the two loose ends behind her head.
“Not too tight, is it?”
Kayla could feel her heart pounding in her chest at this unexpected turn of events. She felt a hand touch her knee, but then realised it was Teri as Chris still had his hands on her shoulders.
“Now you can see the need for the rehearsal. With six men in the room, you’d have freaked out.”
“You think I haven’t?”
“See…you can make jokes about it, so you’re fine. Right, I’ve got errands to do, so I’ll see you Wednesday, Kayla—and I’ll see you at home, darling.”
Kayla heard the two of them kiss and, a few seconds later, heard the studio door bang shut as Teri left. She was alone with Chris, blindfolded, sitting on a bed, and feeling very vulnerable.
“Okay, Kayla?”
“I guess.”
She put her hands up to her face, and ran her fingers across the strip of fabric that prevented her seeing what was happening.
“I want you to lie on your side, please, Kayla—your left side—and then swing your legs up onto the bed.”
Getting into bed in the dark at home was something she was used to on the occasions she’d have to get up in the middle of the night to relieve herself. Even there, though, there was some semblance of light, even if it was only starlight or the city light reflected off clouds—their curtains weren’t that thick. With no light at all seeping under the blindfold, it was unnerving her, made even worse by the fact it was a strange bed, in a strange room and she had no idea what Chris’s plans were.
She felt Chris move off the bed and leaned down into the space he’d vacated, using her arm to feel for the edge of the bed so she didn’t end up in an undignified heap on the floor. She sensed Chris was hovering over her, ready to help if need be, but she managed to complete the manoeuvre without mishap.
“Good, you did fine—I know it’s not easy. Now, roll to your right onto your back, please.”
“I bet you say that to all the girls.”
Chris chuckled at her attempt at a joke but it felt weak even to her own ears.
“Do you m
ind? I’m a married man. I’ll have you know… Right, I need you in the middle of the bed, and you’re too close to this edge—don’t want you falling out, so if you can shuffle over a few inches…”
Kayla did as he asked, wondering if her skirt was rising up and flexed her legs to check. The reassuring feel of the heavy hem of the skirt still across her knees told her all was well.
“Good, that’s better. Now, stretch your arms above your head. Can you grasp the head rail? Good. Wrap your hands in fists around it, and hold still.”
Chris’s voice seemed to be moving but, without being able to see, she couldn’t fathom what was happening or why he was moving toward the head of the bed. She grasped the top rail of the metal bedstead as he’d asked her to, and tried to calm her breathing, but Chris’s next actions prevented that as her heart began to pound.
Without warning, something soft but strong wrapped itself around her hands and, when she tried to pull away and failed, she realised that whatever it was, was wrapped around the rail too.
“Chris?”
There was no answer as she felt the fabric—which she now thought to be silk, possibly a silk headscarf—tightened around her wrists, holding her immobile. She started to panic.
“Chris! What…?”
His hand stroked her cheek.
“Ssshhh… Everything’s fine.”
“But—”
“Sometimes we want a photoshoot of a bondage set, and the only way to tie a model up, is to…well, tie her up, I guess. You’re fine, taking this like a trooper, but perhaps now you can see why we felt the need to do this in private for the first time, rather than in front of five men.”
It wasn’t a very convincing explanation for Kayla—it certainly didn’t explain the frumpy outfit, not in her mind.
“Didn’t realise you wanted kinky!”
She tried to giggle but nothing came out, only a strangled noise as Chris moved away.
“We just need to complete this.”
His voice was coming from the foot of the bed and she immediately knew what he meant. With her hands tied, and a blindfold on, there was nothing she could do, other than kick, to prevent him tying her legs to the bottom of the bed frame as well.
