Kayla - The First Four Weeks

by Bridy McAvoy

  “Just wait a minute then while I check Chris is ready for you. Don’t want to show the foxes the chicken too soon you know.”

  “Foxes?”

  “Well, in your case, honey, don’t want to show the chickens the fox, and you are a drop-dead gorgeous stone fox. Hell, if I wasn’t married I’d date you.”

  “What?”

  “Joke, honey, joke. I don’t go that way, but I did mean it about the stone fox. You look fabulous.”

  Teri squeezed past her, unlocking and then opening the door before slipping out. Although Kayla’s curiosity was piqued about what the shoot was going to be, Teri had made sure to close the door behind her so she couldn’t see how the studio was set up. She didn’t have long to wait as Teri re-opened the door.

  “Come on out, honey. They’re ready for the stone fox.”

  Kayla took another deep breath, forced a smile to her lips and stepped through the doorway.

  Chapter 7

  The studio had been transformed while Teri had been getting her ready. She’d heard them moving stuff around, and had assumed they were moving the lighting and getting rid of the now infamous bed. Chris and the guys had done far more. The entire far end of the studio had been cleared. She’d seen rails running around the tops of the three walls but you couldn’t see those walls any more—they had been faced by black velvet curtains that seemed to sparkle. She looked closer and could see they did indeed sparkle—they had hundreds, if not thousands, of tiny LED lights threaded into them. The overall effect was stunning, especially with the reflections off a highly polished wooden floor, which had been covered by a commercial grade carpet which had, she surmised, been rolled up behind the curtain. As an impromptu ballroom it was more than passable.

  What made Kayla catch her breath, though, wasn’t the transformation of the room, but rather the transformation of the six men. She’d assumed they’d been busy doing the moving around and then eating their share of the bought-in pizzas, but they’d had more time than she’d guessed to transform themselves. All six men were now wearing proper suits and ties with polished shoes and white shirts. Now that she thought about it, the moving sounds had died away before the pizza arrived.

  She nodded in appreciation, even as the group was staring at her in amazement, clearly impressed with her turnout.

  “Don’t you scrub up nice!”

  Chris’s words made her smile and she decided to give as good as she got.

  “Not just me…look at you, all of you. I’m impressed. Is this all for little old me?”

  The last line had been delivered with a girlish lilt and she batted her eyelashes at them as she cocked her head to one side in what she hoped was a good impression of coquettishness. They all laughed and smiled at her, so she guessed her joke had worked. She’d been kidding on the square, though, they had impressed her. She turned to Chris for an explanation.

  “Yes, all for you. Your dance partners are spruced and goosed, and your dance card is full so please, if my lady will take to the floor, the festivities will begin.”

  “Dance?”

  “Oh, yes. Didn’t Teri tell you? This shoot is all about capturing movement in a still shot.”

  Kayla shot a glare at her friend who simply grinned.

  “A ball gown—what did you think was going to happen to you in a ball gown, dear?”

  Teri’s words brought heat to her face as she thought about what she had been thinking. Not that this was any better—just different from her expectations.

  She made her way over toward the improvised dance floor and the men parted to let her through. Teri moved over to the stereo in the corner in preparation for her obvious role as the DJ.

  Kayla turned to Chris. “Exactly what kind of dance is this?”

  “What do you think, Kayla? This is, after all, a glamour shoot.”

  “I’m not a trained dancer, and I’m definitely not a stripper!”

  “We’ll see, sweetie, we’ll see. Just remember, the lady always follows the lead given.”

  The rest of the men all chuckled as they listened into the conversation and Kayla could do nothing other than shrug and then sigh.

  “Are you ready?”

  “No…” Kayla shook her head but she knew Chris would ignore her protest anyway.

  “Right, guys, you need to learn the tricks of capturing movement—the sway of the fabric, the subtle movements of the muscle structure underneath, and the even more subtle way the female displays some alluring flesh to entice her partner.”

  “Partner?”

  Kayla couldn’t help interrupting him, but she’d already worked out why the guys had all got changed—for a reason…one she wasn’t comfortable with.

  “Well, duh! Unless you’d rather dance on your own.”

  “Probably, yes.”

  Chris, for once, could sense she was serious and leaned in close to whisper to her. “Don’t worry, no major liberties. By the time the dress is off you’ll be on your own again, okay?”

  She frowned and thought about it for a moment but knew she’d have to go along with his play. She drew it out for another few seconds and then nodded.

  “Good, that’s settled then.”

  He beamed at her then turned his attention back to the group. While he was talking technical to them once more she thought about his words, analyzing them in more detail. What exactly had he meant by major when he said liberties? Liberties she understood, but the word major implied that one or more of the guys were going to be taking some liberties with her. What exactly did that mean? The old fashioned phrasing didn’t hide the fact the guys were going to get hands-on to a greater or lesser extent. She shivered and bit her lip, then let go before she ruined her carefully applied lipstick—for the umpteenth time kicking herself for the habit that showed up every time she was nervous, which was a lot of the time in the studio!

  Chris turned back to her and smiled—with his back to the men he winked and shooed her into the middle of the impromptu ballroom. “Right, Teri is going to play some mood music, but we don’t expect everyone to keep in time to it—that’s more to give something to hang the movements off. Kayla, we want exaggerated movement from you, particularly in the hips—we want to see the skirt of that beautiful gown float and swirl and, above all, move. Okay?”

  She nodded and he continued.

  “That’s the whole point of this exercise—to capture in still life, some sexy movements. We thought you might be more comfortable starting off with our oldest member of the group, and progress to the youngest, so Ant will be your first dance partner. Just follow his lead.”

  As Ant moved toward her, Kayla couldn’t for the life of her think of a reason why starting with the oldest man present would be more comfortable for her. Ant was smiling as she stepped up to her, and behind him she could see the others raising their cameras to their faces. Teri hit the switch and music started to play, soft and gentle—classical rather than throbbing rock or pop. Ant bobbed his head to her, a smile on his lips, but his eyes seemed cold. He reached for and captured her hand and brought it up to his face, brushing his lips across the back of her fingers. She heard shutters click and tried to smile at her partner but it was difficult—this was so outside of her experience or expectation.

  He kept hold of her hand as he lowered it from his mouth, shifting his fingers slowly till they were holding hands in the classic dance position. His other arm came round, his hand landing in the small of her back, and he pulled her toward him—not exerting any force, just a subtle pressure.

  “Let him lead, Kayla. Ant has had dance training, so all you have to do is smile and follow his lead.”

  The reason why Ant was first was now obvious. Thinking back to her wedding three years earlier, Kayla remembered some of the steps she’d learned for both the first dance with her shiny new husband, and the waltz steps to dance with her own father. Although Ant had pulled her in tighter to him than her father had, it wasn’t as tight as Ben had held her that night. He moved his
right leg forward, she moved her left back; he half turned backward and she naturally followed, the gentle movements of his fingers on her back, and the slight pull on her left hand enough to provide guidance. Her right arm was in the wrong position, just dangling, so she lifted that behind him and put it on his back just below his shoulder blade.

  Ant was a couple of inches taller than her, even with her three inch heels, and he smiled down into her as they completed a waltz turn.

  “You’re very good.”

  She smiled back up at him, knowing it was a genuine compliment.

  “And quite the sexiest partner I’ve danced with for a long time.”

  His eye-line dropped and she knew he was looking straight down her cleavage. When he looked up she could see he was grinning, noticing the blush he’d brought to her cheeks.

  Chris spoke up. “Don’t forget to sway more, please, Kayla. We want to see the dress move a lot more.”

  “Okay.”

  The next time he turned she was ready to follow Chris’s instructions and shot her left hip out as she turned. The dress swayed, but she’d forgotten the size of the split and the cold air reminded her that her entire leg was exposed. There were a couple of whistles of appreciation from the men and she blushed even brighter, but continued with the movement knowing her naked thigh was exposed.

  They turned effectively on the spot for another couple of minutes, and Kayla was feeling a little breathless and dizzy from the constant spinning before Chris called a halt to it. Ant hadn’t once tried to make any kind of physical advance toward her, although he’d ogled her chest at every opportunity, which filled her with a sense of relief.

  “Your turn, Steve. Let’s allow Ant to take some pictures of his own.”

  “Ah, shucks. I was beginning to enjoy myself.”

  Everyone laughed and Ant let go of her waist but still held her hand as he stepped away. He spun to stand alongside her and bowed to their audience. She couldn’t suppress a giggle at his fake European courtesy and smiled at him as he brushed his lips over her fingers once more. She shivered as she caught his whispered comment that no-one else could hear.

  “Later.”

  She wasn’t sure if it was loaded with promise or menace, but it was loaded all right. The familiar tingle was starting as she tried to anticipate what would happen to her. Steve stepped up and she could see he didn’t know how to dance, his posture was all wrong as he slouched in front of her. He grabbed her hands and kissed her fingers just as Ant had done, but put far more pressure into the contact and his lips were parted. His tongue darted out and licked the second knuckle of her third finger and she gasped at the fleeting contact.

  He looked up at her from beneath his eyebrows and winked, then released her hand.

  “Slow dance this time, Kayla. Put your arms around his neck and, as before, follow his lead.”

  Steve stepped up to her and he was even taller than Ant. She put her arms around his neck as instructed then felt him wrap his arms around her waist and pull her body in close. She had never danced with anyone other than her husband like this, and that was on the few occasions they went out—Ben didn’t really like to dance, and if she was dancing with someone else at a party she’d make her excuses whenever the music changed to slow. Here, the music hadn’t changed and she didn’t have any excuses.

  Steve began to shuffle the pair of them round in a slow circle, one hand moving to her back to push her chest into his, the other hand drifting slightly lower but not, as yet, onto her butt. She lowered her head to his chest and sighed.

  “Keep some hip movement going, Kayla. We want to see the fabric move.”

  She realized Chris’s instructions gave her a problem. Moving her hips from side to side to make the fabric of the long gown move wouldn’t merely expose her leg—it would grind her pelvis against him. As if to emphasize this, Steve dropped his lower hand to her ass and pulled her tightly against him. Her eyes flew open at the contact, but guessed this would fall under the heading of minor—well, at least not major—liberties, according to Chris’s rule book.

  She tried to suppress a shudder but Steve’s low chuckle told her he’d felt her body shake a little. Her stomach was pressed right against his and she could feel his cock pressing against her. It was either very small or it wasn’t yet hard. She guessed she’d find out quickly enough.

  Her hips started to move from side to side, trying to keep in time with the movements of his feet, but Steve changed the speed of their slow circling movement so she was moving out of time with him. As a result, her pelvis was bumping and grinding against him, even though she was trying to avoid that. The hand on her back moved higher, toward the bare skin above the rather high back of the dress, while the hand on her ass started to move in slow circles. She felt his prick twitch and start to grow—she could feel the bulge elongating and thickening as it swelled. That answered one question for her, in a way she didn’t want it answered—and he wasn’t small at all! Despite herself, her breathing quickened.

  They went round on a complete circle before Chris said anything else. “Very good, but I want a little more. Kayla, will you get your hips moving more—try a circular motion instead of side to side. I’m sure Steve won’t mind.”

  The men all chuckled and she could feel Steve’s laugh rumbling in his chest.

  “Steve, can you start to gather the fabric of the skirt with your fingers, slowly pulling it to the right. Another couple of minutes and we’re done. Thank you, both, you’re doing great.”

  It was still uncomfortable from a mental point of view, but the movements were familiar enough, and the dress remained as a barrier between them—indeed so did his trousers. She could feel her nipples pucker up inside her bra and start to rub against his chest through the three layers of cloth. She prayed he couldn’t feel them rubbing against him. Kayla began to dip and circle her hips as she danced with him, feeling his hand crawling across her ass, gathering the fabric of the skirt, pulling the slit wider and wider, exposing more and more of her thigh, and the bottom of her ass to the other guys as he did so. She really wished Chris had installed a mirror so she could see just how obscene this dance was getting! Certainly Steve was enjoying it; his cock was vertical in his trousers now, rock hard and throbbing against her belly as she ground against him.

  “And cut. Kayla, you can take a breather.”

  Steve let go. He didn’t try to hold onto her, nor did he try the trick with her hand again—simply stood back, mouthed a thank you and moved away to pick up his camera once more, the bulge in his trousers more than obvious, and drawing a couple of comments from the others. She saw him shrug and thought she heard him say ‘sexy lady’, but she couldn’t be sure and it might have been ‘sexy bitch’ at that. She let it go and smiled as Teri crossed the room and handed her a water bottle.

  “You’re doing great, honey. Really great.”

  “Thanks.”

  She took a swallow and Teri held her hand out for the bottle then retreated back across the room. Kayla looked at Chris who had walked to the side of the room and adjusted one of the curtains. This revealed a floor-length mirror mounted on the wall and she could see her reflection in it. She felt she looked good but seemed flushed, then realized she was and it wasn’t from effort. Now, she was going to be able to see what she looked like as she danced with one of the guys. It was obvious why Ant had been first—probably the only good dancer in the group—which meant the others would be slow dancing like Steve and, knowing Chris, ramping up the sexual tension each time.

  “Ready?”

  “I guess.”

  “Right. Phil and Andy, you’re up.”

  “What?”

  Kayla didn’t understand why Chris had named two of the guys.

  “You never danced with two guys at the same time, Kayla? I mean, really slow danced?”

  “No!”

  The guys all chuckled but both Phil and Andy had put their cameras down and were walking toward her.

  “You�
�ll love it, honey, very erotic.”

  She just looked at him, but Chris was unperturbed by her glare—he stood there waiting for the two guys to get into position.

  Phil took one hand and raised it to his lips as Andy moved to her other side and matched the gesture. Kayla felt her skin burn as she blushed. They held her arms out then Phil pulled forward while Andy pulled back, starting her turning. She continued the motion, not sure what they were doing, but feeling the skirt swirl around her legs. They repeated the movement, and then repeated it again, so she was spinning in full circles, getting both breathless and dizzy, in what could only be a pre-planned moment.

  “And move on.”

  Kayla had no idea what Chris’s instruction meant but the two men obviously did; they stopped her spinning with her facing Phil and Andy behind her. Both men took a step in and she was sandwiched between the two of them. Andy’s hands went to her waist while Phil’s caught her hands and drew them up to his neck. The meaning was obvious so she put her arms around his neck and panted for breath against his chest. Phil’s hands moved to a position above Andy’s and pulled her toward him, even as Andy pushed hard from the back, tightening the sandwich until her breasts and belly were pushed up against Phil and she could feel Andy’s cock had nestled itself against the crevice between her butt cheeks. Phil’s, meanwhile, was pressing against her stomach, already at least half-hard, as was Andy’s, from their close proximity to her.

  Just as with Ant and Steve before them they had choreographed, and even rehearsed their movements. Phil moved a few inches away from her and pulled her with him, with Andy pushing forward at the same time.

  “Kayla, please move your hips the way you did with Steve.”

  Chris wanted more action and Kayla, already breathless from the initial twirling as well as the situation she found herself in, wanted not to respond but couldn’t prevent herself reacting. Her hips began to move from side to side, increasing the pressure on both her mound from the presence of Phil’s now rigid cock, and the equally erotic pressure as Andy rubbed his against her ass. Now that she was moving, the two men stood with their feet still, just their hands moving on her hips and back, and their dicks trusting up against her as she bumped and ground between them. She looked up into Phil’s eyes and saw the smile on his face widen as she panted for breath. She didn’t need to control her hips now, they were moving wantonly on their own. As her eyes closed she felt Phil’s fingers moving to her shoulders and Andy’s hands sinking lower. As Phil started to play with the thin shoulder straps of her dress and Andy’s exploring fingers found the slit in her skirt, and the bare flesh of her thigh beneath, she opened her eyes again and looked at her image in the mirror.