by Bridy McAvoy
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Teri stopped her when Kayla went to lift the carrier bags from the back seat of the car.
“Sorry, honey. I’m sure you want to show Ben what you look like in those, but that’ll have to wait till after Saturday. I need to make a couple of alterations, remember? The black dress needs a longer kick pleat and the evening dress needs an extra slit. Besides, Chris needs to see the exact shades he’ll be lighting so he can adjust them.”
“Oh.”
“Sorry to disappoint, but we need to get things right, this is a pro gig after all.”
Kayla shrugged. “No problem. I’ll see you Saturday.”
“Sure, honey. You take care of yourself. Say hi to that super stud of yours and try not to let him wear you out before Saturday, we need you at your best.”
Teri giggled.
“Early to bed, Friday, and not for play time either!”
Kayla closed the car door and stuck her tongue out at her friend. Teri grinned and pulled away, still handling the large car better than most men could. Once Teri wasn’t looking at her, her pensive mood returned and the smile faded, the final instructions about what would happen first thing on Saturday had surprised and then shocked her. She still wasn’t sure she had the nerve to go through with it, but Teri had been adamant. Chris had been a little upset about not being able to stage the first shoot as he’d planned, and he wanted his pound of flesh in return.
Posing as each item of clothing was slowly removed was one thing—walking into the studio in just heels and stockings was quite another, but those were Teri’s final words on the subject. She shuddered and walked up the drive and tried to smile as Ben opened the door for her.
Chapter 4
“Why, exactly, do you have to put those on?”
Kayla sighed. She didn’t really want Ben watching her get ready this morning—she didn’t have a lot of time and she could see the bulge of his erection through his jeans. She certainly didn’t have time to take care of her fully dressed husband, then shower her still nude body, and get to the studio on time.
“Because those were Teri’s instructions. It’ll save time fiddling with them when I get to the studio. Time’s precious today. Chris wants to hit the ground running. They took it easy last week to get me used to posing, and to get the guys familiar with the lighting equipment. Now it’s shoot, shoot, shoot. I’m going to be earning my corn today.”
“Okay…are you sure…you haven’t got…?”
“No, sweetie, I don’t have time, not even for another quickie. Once in bed this morning was enough. God, you’re getting insatiable!”
“Me! You started it.”
She laughed—after all, he was telling the truth. She had woken up first, rolled over and cupped his morning wood with her hand then, as he woke up, mounted him while he was still half asleep.
“Look, if it’s getting you too wound up, go downstairs. I need to be out of here in less than ten minutes and I haven’t even brushed my hair yet! Now scoot! Let me get dressed.”
She couldn’t tell him the real reason she was wearing the stockings, that would be way too embarrassing. Too risky too, she thought—he’d pounce on her for certain if he found out about that.
Ben left the room shaking his head, and she promised herself she’d find a way to make it up to him when she came home, although she was pretty sure he’d be spending his day planning on doing exactly the same thing, too.
Teri had been right—their sex life had kicked into some kind of overdrive over the last ten days and Kayla, for one, wasn’t going to complain.
* * * *
This time she had to knock on the back door of the studio—Teri wasn’t waiting and watching for her. Her friend appeared and opened the door a few seconds later, looking a bit breathless.
“Sorry, got took short. The frog’s pressing down on the bladder a bit and I had to go! Good morning, honey.”
“Hi.” Kayla tried to sound bright but she wasn’t feeling it at all, and she suspected her voice betrayed her nervousness.
Teri looked down at Kayla’s feet. “Looks like you followed instructions so far, honey. Stockings?”
Kayla nodded.
“Good girl. Now come on in before this wind gets up any more.”
Once Teri had closed the door there was only the short corridor with the bathroom on her left and the dressing room on her right. A few feet in front of her the corridor opened out into the back corner of the studio and Kayla could hear the sound of Chris’s voice as he lectured the five men she knew would also be there.
Teri cocked an expectant eyebrow and she knew what came next. Her jogging bottoms had zips at the ankle so she wouldn’t have to remove her shoes, and she’d left them unzipped knowing Teri wouldn’t want her wasting time. The warning on Wednesday had been stark enough—Chris took it easy on her last week because she was new. This week it was going to be moving a lot quicker, a lot shorter break times and fewer easy chats with her friend.
Kayla took a deep breath and pulled her sweatshirt off over her head confirming she, as per instructions, hadn’t worn a bra. The nudity, the cool air in the exposed area and the fact the area was exposed, combined with the fact she was about to walk into the studio nude, hardened her nipples almost instantly. Teri smiled as she glanced down and Kayla felt another blush rising to her cheeks. Teri held out her hand for the top and Kayla handed it to her and dropped her hands to the waistband of her jogging pants. A hard shove and the elasticated waist slipped over her hips, dragging her white panties with them. The two garments fell heavily to her feet as they slipped easily over the silky stockings. She hopped on one leg pulling them clear, then repeated the process and wordlessly handed her clothing to the waiting woman.
“Good girl. Your audience awaits.”
Teri giggled and opened the dressing room door, then backed in carrying Kayla’s clothes and bag, closing the door behind her. Kayla heard the lock click and knew Teri had left her to it. She was shocked her friend was deserting her this way but it left her no viable option. Hiding in the bathroom for the day was a non-starter and, besides, her keys were in her bag so she couldn’t get home and her phone was there, too, meaning she couldn’t call Ben for help either.
“Damn!”
Kayla took a deep breath and tried to calm her nerves. Then she took another big slug of air just for good measure. Chris had insisted on this and, as the photographer running the course, he was the boss. She didn’t have to like it, she rationalized, she just had to grit her teeth and smile and exhibit herself. Glancing down one more time confirmed what she already knew—she was tidy, but naked, and her nipples were sticking straight out. If she’d dared use a finger to check she was certain she’d find herself wet—her body was telling her she wanted the release of an orgasm while her mind was screaming find the bitch, get the keys and get home.
She willed her feet to move…taking a small step…only a few inches…and then another, each movement taking her closer to the corner at the end of the short corridor.
“This is so stupid!”
She forced herself to relax her shoulders then stepped to the corner, one pace beyond and pivoted to face the men who she could now see were grouped around Chris. Chris was facing her, of course, and so was Brad standing to one side of him. The rest were either side on or standing with their backs to her. Chris smiled and Brad’s jaw dropped open like a trapdoor below the noose she had metaphorically placed around her own neck.
She smiled and stepped further into the room as the others noticed Brad’s reaction and, one by one, their heads swiveled to see what was causing such consternation.
“Kayla, good morning. Nice to see you on time.”
Chris sounded patronizing but then she knew he was speaking for effect—she hadn’t been late the week before and she wasn’t late today either. Every fiber of her body screamed at her to bring her arm up to cover her breasts and drop the other hand to cover her pussy, to shield the private parts of her body from their
prying eyes. She forced the smile to stay on her lips as Chris moved through the group of stunned men and approached her. He held his hand out to shake hers and the response to the pleasantry was automatic. He looked her up and down, slowly and deliberately, as he shook hands with her; they hadn’t spoken since she’d bolted at the end of the events last Saturday and he didn’t seem repentant in any way.
“Hi, Kayla. Come on and renew your acquaintance with the group.”
Despite what Teri had told her, Kayla had been expecting a few moments of exposure followed by as dignified a retreat to the dressing room as possible. Instead, Chris hadn’t let go of her hand and was leading her right over to the group whose eyes were bugging out at the sight of her nakedness.
For the next five minutes she could only stand and smile as she was introduced, for the second time, to each of the guys in turn—required to shake hands with them and say hello and answer questions like How are you? Dealing with the embarrassing, and embarrassed, compliments each man felt compelled to utter was the biggest trial. Standing there naked in a group of fully clothed men was more than torture. Chris put a stop to it after what seemed like an age.
“Right, Kayla, you need to get ready. Why don’t you go let Teri do her magic—not that you need a great deal of that…”
The group laughed and Kayla just looked at him, but Chris simply grinned, and gestured toward the door to the dressing room, her escape route. Determined not to run, or even walk fast, Kayla sauntered over to the dressing room, crossing her legs in front of each other to put more movement into her ass. Without looking back she felt certain she’d captured all six pairs of eyes centered about three feet above the ground as she ground her way across the floor.
* * * *
Kayla closed the door on the leering men and leaned back against it as Teri watched her.
“You okay, honey?”
“Yeah, just give me a minute, will you?”
Kayla was panting for breath and closed her eyes for a second, which only brought images in front of her—images reliving the previous few minutes. She knew she must be a sight in front of her friend, her skin flushed with arousal as she panted for breath.
“We thought you might like that!”
“Like that? I fucking hated it!”
Teri chuckled. “Yeah, right. That’s why you’re breathing so hard, your nipples standing out like the proverbial chapel hat pegs and your pussy is a swamp. If you touched your pussy right now you’d come inside fifteen seconds. Hell, if I touched it for you you’d come in ten!”
Kayla popped her eyes opened staring at her friend in shock.
“True, honey. I can tell. Now, come on, we have to get ready for the first shoot.”
Kayla saw there were two chairs in the room this time, a concession to Teri’s advanced pregnancy, and made her way past her friend in the narrow space. Teri sniffed delicately at the air as she passed and chuckled again, bringing heat to Kayla’s face once more.
She waited for her friend to tease her again but Teri kept silent, simply handing her a wad of tissues and motioning for her to wipe herself down. The thought of doing so in front of another woman was equally as embarrassing as the earlier comments but Kayla knew she had no choice, throwing a sodden wad of tissue into the bin as her breathing returned to a more normal rate, although her nipples refused to deflate and lie flat once more.
“Come on, honey. Let’s get you set up for the first shoot.”
Kayla grimaced.
“I noticed the bed was centre stage in front of the lights.”
Teri nodded.
“I also saw its adornments.”
“You know that’s what the first shoot today is going to be about.”
They were both referring to the sets of handcuffs attached to the bed at each of the four corners. There was a black strip of silk lying there in the open, too, reminding Kayla she would be blindfolded, as well as restrained, in front of the cameras.
“No scissors?”
Teri grinned. “No scissors, honey. So, the outfit we chose on Wednesday is the one you’re going to wear…with the red lace underwear. Luckily, you’ve already got the right stockings and heels on, so that’s one job less.”
“Won’t the handcuffs mark my skin?”
Teri shook her head. “Nah. Not these.”
She leaned forward and brushed her fingers over the back of Kayla’s hand. “Don’t sweat it, Kayla. These are lined. You’ll see when you get out there they’re actually padded but you can’t see the padding from any distance. It’s not like the pink furry ones you can buy down the mall here at Big Al’s. These are proper ones, not toys.”
“You mean they lock?”
“No, silly, not proper ones in the sense of police ones—proper in the sense they don’t look too trashy.”
“You mean a woman tied up in transparent red underwear and black stockings isn’t going to look trashy?”
They both laughed and Kayla realized she had relaxed from the tension induced by her nude entrance. Another item on her list she wasn’t going to tell Ben about when she got home—the excuse of needing to be ready quicker than the previous week would suffice as cover for her wearing the stockings when she left the house.
Teri handed her the tie-sided red panties and she pulled them up her legs, standing to snug them into place. She glanced in the mirror and, although they weren’t as obscene as the crotch-less ones the previous week, you could still see every detail, including her tiny blonde landing strip.
“Tie-sided so it can be undone while I’m tied up myself?”
Teri nodded and handed her the halter neck bra, also with ties to the sides and behind the neck. She pulled it on over her head and pushed and pulled it down into place. It was equally as transparent as the panties and, she felt looked just as trashy.
“I look like a trailer trash beach trip.”
“I don’t think there’re many beaches where you could wear that, honey. I doubt you’d get away with that in California!”
“Hell, I don’t think I’d get away with it in a strip club!”
“Don’t know, it might be good. You want to see if I can arrange one?”
“Don’t you dare!”
Teri laughed. “Just kidding, Kayla. Relax and enjoy.”
The denim skirt was next and it seemed even shorter on her now than it had in the shop on Wednesday. The four large white buttons on the front, all that held it together, shone under the bright lights. She pulled it into place around her waist and spotted there was at least a couple of inches of bare thigh showing above the hold-up stockings. Her hands went to the stocking tops to try to adjust them higher but to no avail—they were already fully stretched. She shivered.
“One more item and then I’ll quickly do your hair. I don’t think your makeup needs much, maybe a touch more lippie, but otherwise it’s fine.”
The halter neck top, also in denim, zipped from the plunging neckline to the bottom, but was cut off a couple of inches above the waist, leaving her midriff bare. It was as tight as the rest of the outfit had been and she cocked an eyebrow at her reflection.
“Trailer trash?”
“Nah, honey, roadhouse night out trashy.”
“God!”
She tried to suppress a snigger and briefly closed her eyes, remembering the incident three years earlier on the last day of their honeymoon when she’d climbed on stage in just such a bar and took part in the amateur striptease contest. She hadn’t won the contest but the sex afterwards with her husband had been the best of the entire honeymoon. Since she’d started modeling for Chris and his students, it had been the same too!
“Come on, stop day-dreaming. Let’s get your hair and lippie sorted—the guys are waiting.”
Once more, Kayla shivered in anticipation.
Chapter 5
There were a couple of whistles of approval as Kayla rejoined the group in the studio. Her naked entrance half an hour earlier had had an effect on the group—they were a bi
t noisier, a bit rowdier, even as they greeted her. Brad sidled up to her and put his hand on the small of her back.
“You look hot!”
She smiled an uncertain thank you and moved away as quickly as she could. Chris gestured toward the bed and she frowned at him but he just smiled and carried on discussing something she assumed was technical with Phil and Ant.
Sitting on the bed, she faced the group and waited for Chris to finish his conversation and turn his attention to her. Half of her wanted him to take forever but the other half wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. She crossed her legs then remembered how much flesh she flashed given the micro length of the skirt, so quickly uncrossed them once more. A second later Chris finished his explanation of whatever it was and moved over to her.
“You ready, Kayla?”
“No.”
The men all laughed and, after a second, Chris joined in too.
“Take your pick. Cuffs or blindfold first?”
Kayla almost blurted out he’d blindfolded her first last time, but bit back the comment at the last second. “Does it matter?”
“Probably not.”
“Leave it to you then.”
“Shimmy over to the middle of the bed and lie down on your back, please, Kayla.”
“Can’t I lie on my tummy?”
The chuckles echoed round the large room, even Teri giggling from the far end where she had grabbed a chair from somewhere and sat down to watch her friend’s performance in front of the cameras for the bondage shoot.
“No, not this time. Maybe later.”
Kayla glared at Chris and he held up his hands in mock surrender.
“Joking.”
She stuck her tongue out at him as she lay back on the bed and made sure neither the top nor the skirt had ridden up too far. Not that it would matter soon, but she wanted to start as demure as she could given the nature of her clothing for this shoot. Without Chris asking, she raised her hands above her head and looked up at him, her head moving and eyes tracking as he moved to the head of the bed and reached for the cuff for her left hand.
