Kayla - The First Four Weeks

by Bridy McAvoy

  “With pleasure.”

  Phil’s voice was deeper than the other students, and it seemed to resonate in the room. Kayla shivered, but there was nothing she could do as, once again, another middle-aged man sat next to her to remove an article of her clothing while the rest took pictures of the event.

  Just as with the other guys, Phil’s fingers didn’t go directly to the indicated buttons, instead touched her gently on her bare stomach. She’d been expecting the touch, but it still came as a bit of a shock and she sucked her belly in, in a reflex action. The tiny hollow allowed him to slide his hand down beneath the waistband and she knew she’d made a mistake.

  “God!”

  She couldn’t help the imprecation and, when the rest of them chuckled she regretted it, but could do nothing other than try to lie still as he continued his slow exploration of her skin. His other hand touched her thigh and again she flinched. With the blindfold preventing her seeing the movements, she couldn’t predict or prepare herself for his touch. His hand slid up under the skirt and continued to move up the inside of her leg. Beneath the blindfold her eyes flared with panic at the thought of him touching her mound, but he stopped just short of it and she panted in relief as his hand moved to the button on the skirt. She felt the fabric release as he flicked the button open and then go completely slack as he undid the final one. She knew they could all see her pussy now, encased in the flimsy material of the red panties, but there was nothing she could do to prevent them feasting their eyes on her body. She bit her lip to try to prevent any more audible sounds escaping but it got harder by the second.

  “Lift up, please, Kayla. Time to lose the skirt.”

  She shivered at the prospect of revealing herself this way, but there was no point in delaying. She felt the denim rub across her ass as she complied and then sank back to the bed once more. The bed shifted as Phil stood and, she guessed, rejoined his colleagues.

  The shutters clicked for a while and then Chris broke the silence.

  “Right, now it’s time for another item. I guess that means it’s your turn, Steve. Remove either the panties or the bra. But, I want you to explain to us, and of course Kayla here, why you chose to remove that particular piece of her rather fetching but minimal clothing.”

  “Okay.”

  She felt someone press against the side of the bed and tensed herself for the feel of yet another pair of hands on her, as the last vestiges of modesty were stripped from her; instead he followed Chris’s instructions and began talking.

  “Well, I could remove that scrap of lace covering her tits by simply untying it. In fact, I could untie it and drag it into a sort of haphazard shape lying on top of her chest, but not covering her tits, I’m sure that would make a great shot, and I bet Kayla would enjoy me touching her tits while I did it.”

  Kayla squirmed under what she assumed was the hot gaze of the men as Steve discussed what he wanted to do her. She didn’t like his word choices, though—so far, everyone had been polite, referring to her breasts and pussy. This guy said tits, and she guessed the ‘c’ word was coming next.

  “I see she likes the idea of that, don’t you, Kayla?”

  She didn’t answer so his hand lowered onto her left breast and squeezed it gently, her nipple attempting to move against gravity and burrow up into the palm of his hand as he pressed down on it.

  “Answer me, Kayla. You like that idea, don’t you?”

  “Uh…huh.”

  He chuckled, letting go of her breast after giving it another squeeze and then continued.

  “Of course, what she really wants is to bare her slutty little cunt to us—and, of course, we all want to see it, especially as she’s tied up and spread like this.”

  Kayla gasped and gulped for air.

  “I guess the panties are the best thing to strip off the slut…”

  “Andy!”

  Chris intervened and continued. “You don’t call your model a slut. Kayla is not a slut. She’s a model. She gets treated with respect at all times, understood? I thought I’d made that clear to all of you.”

  “You’re right. Sorry.”

  He briefly touched her thigh.

  “And sorry to you too, Kayla. I got a little carried away, but you look so delectable, so sexy lying there like that, my mouth took over from my brain. Do you forgive me?”

  “This once.”

  She managed to gasp out a reply that made them all laugh and struggled to hold herself still as his fingers traced a path up her thigh, skirted round her pussy and came to rest on her hip, next to the bow that held that side together.

  She grunted and tried to control her breathing as she felt his fingers pluck at the bow, knowing she’d be fully exposed to them within seconds. Her nipples were straining at the bra and she could feel her whole body flush and, as the bow popped undone and the fabric slackened, she could feel herself trembling. His fingers moved across her stomach, tracing the line of the waistband of her panties until they came to rest on her other hip. That bow came apart even faster than the other one had leaving, she guessed, just a scrap of lace lying on top of her mound. Both hands touched her now, sliding down the outside of her hips with the waistband snagged between his fingers and slowly—very deliberately and slowly, but inexorably—drawing that last piece of protection down and off, bearing her all to the camera.

  Kayla couldn’t stop what was happening to her on the outside but she was more concerned about what was happening inside. As the damp lace cleared her slit, leaving her naked pussy exposed to the air, the electric shocks of an impending orgasm raced through her. She couldn’t stop it and started to writhe under his fingers, despite them not actually touching her there. She moaned and keened and felt her ass leave the bed as the powerful emotional waves raced through her. Her back arched and she stiffened—only her arms, head and legs maintaining contact with the bed as the powerful forces raged through her body.

  She sank back to the bed, panting for breath as thoughts of them ravaging her now defenseless body raced through her mind. The videos playing through her head were fully pornographic as each of the men took her in turn. In reality, even Steve had retreated from the bed, leaving her alone, but she continued to thrash in her bonds and moan as each fantasy event played behind the blindfold. The men watched in silence as their cameras recorded her image as she erotically brought herself to the brink and then past it once more. The second orgasm wasn’t quite as powerful as the first which allowed her to regain some semblance of control. As she lay there panting she heard Chris start to speak.

  “Well, that was more than I had planned for. Thank you, Kayla, that was…well… interesting. Shoot’s over. Let’s get our model released and then we can prepare for the next shoot.”

  Kayla felt hands at her wrists and ankles as they undid the cuffs, then felt another pair at the back of her head removing the blindfold. She blinked several times as the room swam into focus after so long in the dark, and sat up. The guys applauded but she was once more embarrassed and, without speaking to them, got off the bed and headed for the dressing room door, which Teri held open for her.

  “God, I need a shower.”

  Teri smiled.

  “Well, honey, you’re going to get one, but not quite as you expect. Take the stockings off and put this on.”

  Teri tossed her a plain white cotton man’s shirt that was at least two sizes too big. It didn’t take Kayla too long to realize they were going to be shooting what Teri had called the previous week, a water scene.

  “You mean…?”

  “Yep. Honey, you’re going to find the bathroom is now just an extension of the studio.”

  “Isn’t it a bit small in there?”

  “Yeah, small and crowded—that’s why I’ve got a spare shirt, and you’re going to do it twice.”

  Kayla’s mouth fell open.

  Chapter 6

  “That was…well…weird, I guess.”

  Teri grinned into the mirror at Kayla as she rubbed her bl
onde hair with a towel for her.

  “You didn’t find that exciting then?”

  “No, just weird. Especially when they kept taking photos of me drying off before putting the second shirt on. I thought that was a bit off. The whole thing was just…off, you know.”

  The pregnant woman bumped her with her distended stomach and she obliged by scooting forward a couple of inches to give the other woman more space. There wasn’t any to spare in the narrow room just off the studio.

  “Go on, spill. You know there wasn’t enough room in there for me to watch, so I don’t know what they did.”

  “Well, wearing a shirt under the shower is just bizarre…”

  “I don’t know…I used to like those shoots.”

  “Teri!”

  “Well, it’s not the first time a woman has posed like that. Haven’t you seen shots like that in magazines and such? Especially on the beach or at the edge where the waves are breaking. I used to love the early morning shoots on the beach…”

  “Well, sure, but…”

  “No buts. It’s sexy and, importantly for these guys, they learn how to get the angles and the lighting right. These pro shots take time and practice.”

  “Well, they practiced enough on me…and then I had to get dry, put another shirt on and do the same again. They watched while I did that, too. ”

  “Sorry, honey, we need a bigger bathroom if we’re going to run a group this size again. Hell, we need a bigger studio.”

  “And when they wanted me to pretend to be startled and spin round to face them…that was just odd.”

  “They wanted a frightened look?”

  “Uh…huh!”

  “I adored the chance to ham it up for the cameras.”

  “Okay, I understand that, but this is with the wet shirt clinging to me. What self-respecting woman is going to be in the shower with a shirt on like that, anyway, let alone forget to close the door?”

  Teri giggled and, dropping the towel to the counter, picked up the brush.

  “Hope you don’t tangle too much.”

  “Nah, not too often.”

  “Good, ’cos we need this very neat for the next shoot and I want to get it brushed before the pizza arrives.”

  “Pizza?”

  “Well…duh! It is a full day today. You didn’t think we were going to let you starve all day, did you? The guys need a break, too, and you need to get some rest—the next set is going to be a bit strenuous.”

  “Oh, what is it?”

  “You’ll see…”

  “Hmmm…”

  “Anyway, I have a question for you.”

  “Okay, Teri, shoot.”

  “You say you found the bathroom shots bizarre.”

  “Yeah.”

  “So, I guess you didn’t cum during them.”

  “No.”

  “Did they ask you to play with yourself for the camera?”

  “The second group did, the first didn’t.”

  “Ah, that was Brad and Steve?”

  “The second two, yeah. Chris put the other three together first.”

  “How did you feel about being asked to play with yourself?”

  Kayla could see Teri was watching her closely in the mirror and thought for a moment before answering.

  “Okay, I guess. I mean they’ve already seen me cum so I didn’t see any harm in it.”

  “Good, that’s the spirit, Kayla…that’s the spirit.”

  “Ow!”

  “Sorry, didn’t mean to pull—must have knotted there. So the bathroom scene was bizarre?”

  “I said yes.”

  “If the bathroom scene was too bizarre for you to cum, even playing with yourself…”

  Suddenly Kayla could see where Teri was going with this but kept silent as Teri asked the obvious question.

  “How come you did cum during the bondage scene? You said you’d never done any bondage before last week’s rehearsal.”

  “I only came twice.”

  Teri’s reflection held up three fingers.

  “Twice.”

  “Three times, honey. I was watching, remember. There was once earlier on, even if it was only a little one, and then two big ones right at the end that looked like they were monsters. Were they monsters?”

  Kayla nodded to the reflection and Teri grinned at her.

  “Yeah, I always loved the part when the photographers got a little hands-on, within limits, of course, but hands-on.”

  Teri laughed and her distended belly wobbled against the small of Kayla’s back making her giggle too.

  “Was it the bondage, and the feeling of helplessness? Or was it the hands-on that brought you off?”

  “Don’t know, Teri, I really don’t.”

  “Or was it the blindfold? Do you think you’d have cum that hard if you could have seen what they were doing, or about to do?”

  Kayla sighed, her friend wasn’t going to stop until she’d reached a definite answer to her questions, and she wasn’t sure she could answer them—not fully accurately yet. She needed thinking time. At that moment she was given some. There was a knock on the outside door of the studio and she heard Chris answer it, talk to someone and then close the door again. A second later he opened the dressing room corridor door and smiled at Kayla as she hastily pulled the robe tighter around her otherwise nude body and handed a pizza box to his wife.

  “Ham and pineapple, stuffed crust…okay, ladies?”

  “Sure.”

  Both Kayla and Teri answered in unison and then looked at each other and giggled.

  “You want some garlic bread?”

  They both shook their heads.

  “See you in a bit then. Enjoy.”

  “Damn, I’m going to have to remember to lock that door.”

  Chris laughed. “Only if you must.”

  He closed the door behind him, walking off with the other three pizza boxes and the large bag of garlic bread. They heard him through the thin partition wall.

  “Lunch is up, guys. Come and get it!”

  * * * *

  They’d munched their way through the pizza in companionable silence, Teri leaving her alone with her thoughts as she tried to piece together her own rationalization for her reactions during the morning. The shower scene had been more related to her daily life than being chained to the bed and blindfolded before being slowly stripped by half a dozen men. Even if you discounted the cameras, there was a level of intensity in the first shoot that hadn’t been there for the second one and she couldn’t quite figure it out. Was it something to do with being outside of her comfort zone?

  “Dime for them, honey.”

  Kayla looked up to see Teri watching her closely, a light smile playing over her lips as she dug into her bag for a second bottle of water for herself.

  “You want another?”

  Kayla shook her head.

  “As I said…dime for your thoughts—you looked a little pensive there.”

  Kayla smiled. “Just thinking about the question you asked me, I guess.”

  “Which one?”

  She stuck her tongue out at her pregnant friend eliciting a grin, before answering.

  “About why I…why my body enjoyed the first shoot more than the second.”

  “You shouldn’t have changed it, honey. It wasn’t your body that enjoyed itself, it was you enjoying yourself, which sometimes happens against your will.”

  Kayla shrugged. “I guess it was simply because it was such an alien situation. I didn’t know how to react—certainly not well enough to prevent what happened from happening.”

  “So you like a bit of strange? Want to borrow the chains for tonight?”

  “Teri!”

  Her friend laughed and after a moment Kayla joined in, her mood lightening as a result.

  “See, I thought I could make you smile. Now, we’re going to have to get you ready for the next shoot.”

  “Oh, what is it this time?”

  “You’ll see. Now let’s g
et you kitted up in the underwear and then I can do the makeup and the hair, which will take a while. I want to get it piled up like last week, only more so. You’re going to be a knockout in that gown, Kayla, an absolute knockout, or else this frog is not a frog.”

  “Gown? So this is the shoot the long gown is for?”

  “Yep. So it’s full set time, stockings and garters, then panties and platform bra—we want a real big cleavage this time.”

  “Hmm…like I won’t be showing that off…”

  “Now, now, behave. And get those legs sheathed in nylons.”

  * * * *

  Teri had done an awesome job on her hair as she stood up and checked her image in the full-length mirror on the door. This time her hair was securely pinned up in a tight bun that rose above the back of her head. Four little ringlets—two each side—hung down, framing her face. The eye shadow was the perfect blend of pale blue to match her eyes, shading to the teal green of her dress. The blusher on her cheeks complimented the subdued pink shade of her lipstick and Teri had even found time to stick on a set of false nails, each one with a row of tiny teal jewels running diagonally across it. The overall effect was grace personified and she knew she could never match this look for herself.

  Kayla thrust one hip to the side in a deliberate provocative motion and noted the way the slit up the side opened to reveal her leg clad in black stockings, hung on the suspenders from the black belt with red lace trim. If she wore this dress in public she’d have to make sure she didn’t move like that—too much flesh showed above the stocking top, far more leg on show, almost to her hip, than had been evident in the shop on Wednesday. Teri’s alterations were obvious.

  She’d also changed the neckline a little, too. The dress, which left her shoulders bare apart from the spaghetti straps, had a deeper plunge to the V in the front, displaying her enhanced cleavage to a degree she would never have had the nerve to do so for herself.

  “Ready?”

  Kayla took a deep breath. “I guess.”