Kayla - The First Four Weeks

by Bridy McAvoy

  She groaned. Looking had been a mistake—she’d never seen a woman in a more erotic pose, other than in a porn film, and she hadn’t seen many of them. Phil flicked one strap off her shoulder, leaving it bare, and then the other. Andy’s hand explored her thigh, holding the two sides of the dress apart, spread on his wrist and thumb as he stroked her heated flesh.

  “Hmm…I think she’s going to cum in a few seconds, don’t you, Andy?”

  “Oh yeah, I can feel her thighs trembling.”

  “Her nipples are rock hard, I can feel them digging into my chest.”

  “Nice. Wanna spin her?”

  “Wait till she cums first. Okay?”

  “Okay.”

  The way they discussed her like an object should have been like a splash of cold water, or even the whole bucket load, but nothing stopped her rapid ascent. She moaned again, and then again, as the sparks travelled through her nerves—starting at her groin and moving up to her brain where they exploded like fireworks behind her closed eyelids. Her body stiffened and Phil grabbed her arms to help Andy hold her up—his hands were on her hips. She shuddered and moaned in passion then writhed as the orgasm started to subside.

  She panted for breath, her head buried on Phil’s chest. Vaguely, she felt that support withdraw and her body being turned, with Phil taking Andy’s place pressed up against her ass, his cock in the same position Andy’s had been. Andy stood back a little and his fingers dropped to her cleavage and she looked down to see what he was doing.

  Still woozy from the orgasm, she couldn’t summon up the strength to stop him as his fingers worked at a hook and eye fastening she hadn’t noticed at the bottom of the V at the front of the dress. Teri had done more than modify the side slit, and Kayla kicked herself for not noticing as Andy completed unhooking that one and moved his hands a couple of inches lower to attack another one. After the third had come undone he stepped back to admire his handiwork.

  “You want to see what you look like? How slutty you look?”

  Phil turned her through a quarter circle and Andy stayed where he was. She gasped as she stared at her reflection. The skirt slit was wide open, showing not just her bare thigh but also the swelling of her hip. The plunging neckline now really plunged—down past the middle section of her strapless bra, almost as low as her belly button. With the two shoulder straps precariously balanced on her upper arms rather than in place, the dress was hanging away from her breasts in an almost obscene manner.

  “Pity about the bra. Maybe Chris will let you lose it.”

  Chris spoke up from the other side of them where the others continued to snap away. “No, not right now. Besides, you’ve had your turn. Brad, you’re up. Kayla, stay just like that, please.”

  Kayla did as she was told—standing there, her once immaculate ball gown looking disheveled and, she had to admit, Phil had been right, she did look slutty. Her leg hanging out one side, her breasts almost hanging out the side, the fabric crumpled and wrinkled. Most of all, though, was her skin tone, both flushed and, in places, almost mottled—she looked like a woman who’d just had a massive orgasm.

  Brad swept her into his arms and smiled down at her. He was by far the tallest of the men in the room and she cradled her head against his chest and tried to control her breathing as his hands moved freely over her back, although they didn’t descend onto her butt.

  They danced in a slow circle, as Brad gave her the time to recover then, before she could really react, he spun her round and pressed up close behind her, dancing with his cock pressed between her cheeks, just as the other two had. There was no respite either, no time to get used to the situation as he danced with her facing the group, all of whom were shooting away, the camera clicks audible over the top of the music. His hands moved to her arms, snapped the spaghetti straps that dangled there and stripped them down her arms. Loosened already by Andy’s ministrations the bodice fell away, exposing her topless apart from the strapless black lace bra that circled her breasts.

  She pulled her hands free of the straps and Brad grabbed them and lifted them into the air, above her head and then brought them down behind his neck. She clasped her fingers there, knowing he was following instructions from Chris and ground back against him knowing, too, if she didn’t Chris would tell her to. Like her other dance partners had been, Brad was rigid and every movement accentuated the contact between her and it.

  Brad’s hands felt cool on the heated flesh of her naked waist as she ground back against him. His fingers moved down until they encountered the material of her dress and then continued onward, pushing it down onto, and then past, her hips. Once clear of her widest point it slithered down her legs to pool around her feet to spontaneous whistles from the men when they saw her pussy was covered only by a thin black lace thong, framed by stockings and garters they’d already seen part of.

  She was panting again—the exposure, the close contact and the fact she was being undressed rather than undressing…no, she thought, correct that—being stripped, combining to heat her up once more. Another low moan slipped from her lips as his hands traced up her sides, touching the sides of her breasts than disappearing between him and her. She closed her eyes and moaned again, arching her back to allow his fingers access to his obvious target. She felt the fabric across her chest slacken as he undid the fastener and she ground even harder against him as she knew that, within seconds, her breasts would be on show to the watching photographers. Kayla played another fantasy scene behind her closed eyelids, writhing against him as he held the bra in place for a few moments. It wasn’t a group of photographers watching her anymore—it was the crowd from the roadhouse three years earlier. She almost screamed as she felt him pull the fabric away then return his hands to her hips leaving her naked breasts jiggling in front of them.

  She wanted to beg him to grab hold of her aching breasts and massage them, pinch the nipples and make her cum, but she forced herself not to, as once more his hands moved down her body to grasp the tiny side strings of her thong. These were equipped with tiny pieces of Velcro, another one of Teri’s alterations—but one she’d noticed for herself, so when he undid both sides together and pulled her last remaining cover from her she was expecting it. Once more she was naked in front of these men, but this time another man had his hands on her flesh, albeit her hips, and she was grinding her ass against a cock that was rigid and hard—hard for her. Her emotions soared once more and Brad had to hold her up as her muscles went into spasm and trembled as another orgasm roared through her system.

  “God!”

  Brad held her up, just as the others had, then stepped away, allowing her to step out of the circle of her dress and stand trembling waiting for Chris’s next instruction.

  “That was great, Kayla, perfect—but poor Brad didn’t get to see that.”

  “Poor Brad?” Kayla was regaining her composure fast.

  “He didn’t get to take any of those shots.”

  “He made them. I think he’s happy with that.”

  The group laughed and Chris shrugged. “I think we should let Ant dance with you again, just to give Brad his chance.”

  She looked down at herself. “I thought this was about fabric movement?”

  Again they all laughed, even Chris joining in.

  Brad shook his head. “It’s okay, I enjoyed that. Thank you, Kayla.”

  “Okay then—let’s move to the next set. Teri? She’s all yours.”

  Chapter 8

  “We’ve only got a few minutes, honey, so you won’t have time for a shower.”

  Kayla allowed a weak smile to flit across her face. “No worries, I’m all showered out.”

  “Are you okay?”

  Kayla thought about it for a minute then shrugged. “Not sure.”

  “Well, looked to me like you enjoyed it.”

  Kayla paused again. “I guess I did…but that’s not the problem.”

  “Well, what is?”

  “I don’t think I should have.”
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  “You mean, you don’t think you should have enjoyed dancing with a guy who had a hard-on, knowing you caused the hard-on? Girl, you need to live a little. That’s the best kind of dance.”

  “What, with two of them at the same time?”

  “I used to love being the meat in a sandwich. I can’t believe you haven’t tried that.”

  “You danced like that?”

  “Oh, yeah.”

  “With Chris?”

  Teri nodded.

  “And…who else?”

  Teri looked up into the mirror to see Kayla staring at her, she giggled.

  “Not with Ben…you and he were already going steady when I met the two of you, which makes him off limits for me.”

  “Hmm…”

  “You’ll notice Chris didn’t dance with you, did he?”

  “Well, no. Am I off limits for him after last week?”

  Teri laughed and then looked serious. “Not exactly.”

  “What do you mean?”

  Teri remained silent for a moment. “He’s in the next shoot.”

  “Ah…”

  “Don’t look so worried. You’ll be fine. Now, come on, we need white underwear for this shoot, and that means white stockings and heels, too—so lose the black ones, honey. You want some paper tissue there?”

  * * * *

  When Kayla stepped from the dressing room back into the studio she was surprised to see hardly anything had changed. The guys were still wearing their suits and the putative dance floor remained exactly the same—except for the addition of a ladder-backed dining room chair, which had to have come from the jumble of furniture in the other corner.

  With the guys in suits she felt decidedly under-dressed—her short red silk slip was something they hadn’t bought on the shopping trip on Wednesday and Teri had brushed away any queries by ignoring Kayla’s questions. Although the slip wasn’t from the shopping trip the thin white lace underwear—thin and lace seemed to be the trademark here—very much was.

  “You ready again, Kayla? Good girl.”

  “No!”

  Her usual reply to Chris’s normal introductory question raised a chuckle from the assembled group of students who showed no sign of flagging, given that is was already after three o’clock and they’d started at ten. She’d already been naked around them, or some of them, five times and she guessed this was going to be number six for the day with space for a number seven to come, at least.

  Kayla tried to smile and suppress the shiver as she eyed the chair, wondering what Chris had planned, and what Teri’s remark about him being involved in this shoot actually meant. She felt some trepidation, but not a lot, recognizing her barriers had been eroded even more this week than last. She still fretted about what she’d tell Ben but was more interested in surviving the next hour and a half, and then the second week would be over and she could return to her normal life again.

  “Come over here, please, Kayla, and just take a seat for the moment.”

  She sat on the chair, perching on the edge until Chris shoed her back to sit fully on it.

  “Right, guys, light and exposure check. Once we’re running here, there’ll be no chance to stop and check or adjust the lighting. Remember, the settings for the dark green dress and black underwear won’t work with a red dress and white underwear, will it? Check it and change it every time. Okay? Everyone okay?”

  “Just need another minute—my battery warning just came on.”

  “Got a spare, Ant?”

  “Yeah, in my bag.”

  “Hurry up, then. Now, that’s an interesting point. Have you all got spare batteries with you?”

  Everyone nodded except Steve.

  “Steve, no?”

  “No, I charged it this morning, and these battery packs are good for over two thou shots.”

  “With flash?”

  “Well, no.”

  “So, if you were running with flash, rather than studio lights, what would have happened by now?”

  Steve shrugged and Chris kept on, driving the lesson home. For once, Kayla stayed interested.

  “It’s quite simple—if you lose power for the camera that’s TS. The model has been paid, the location or studio has been rented and paid for. Rule one-oh-one, guys—always have spares, and that normally includes camera bodies and lenses too. When I go out on a job I carry three camera bodies, a backup for the backup and, if necessary, I can set one up completely different from the others.”

  Ant rejoined the group.

  “All ready?”

  This time he got five assents.

  “Right. Let’s get this shoot started. Kayla, if you wouldn’t mind standing up again, please. Thank you, now move round behind the chair and stand there, leaning with both hands on the top rail…good girl. Lean forward a little more so we can see some shadow of cleavage down the front of that slip as it drops away from your chest…very good. Lean a bit more…thank you.”

  Kayla smiled as the men gathered in a close semi-circle in front of the now vacant chair and snapped away, cameras obscuring their faces.

  “I’m afraid the cameras are going to be close to you again, Kayla—this is a close-up shoot. Is that a problem?”

  She shook her head.

  “No? Good. Right, I just need to get into position.”

  Kayla was stunned when he walked forward and turned and sat on the chair in front of her, his head just below the level of her chin. The five students moved a couple of steps closer. She remembered Teri had said Chris was going to be involved in the shoot, and that obviously meant a starring role this time—a starring role with her. She shuddered.

  “Teri, music please.”

  She glanced over at her friend who once more was sitting next to the stereo and watched as the pregnant woman hit some buttons. The music this time wasn’t loud but it did have a driving beat—rock rather than the light classical stuff from the previous shoot. They’d changed the CD, obviously.

  “So, Kayla, what do you suppose you’re going to be doing for this shoot, given I’m going to sit here for the entire time?”

  “Um…rock climbing?”

  Kayla had already worked out several possible scenarios and the moment the rock music had kicked in with what she called a stripper beat, she’d been certain it was a mock lap-dance with her writhing on top of a seated Chris while the others took their pictures.

  Everyone laughed but she looked at Teri who gave her a thumbs up from behind the others…only her friend had understood or caught the double-entendre about getting Chris hard as a rock, just as she’d gotten the other guys in the dance sequence a little while earlier.

  “Guess again. You might want to make sure you’re right. I wouldn’t want to have to spank you.”

  Kayla gasped. The idea of being laid across his lap, hands on the floor one side, feet on the floor the other, hadn’t been one of the scenarios she’d thought about, but it was a very real possibility, especially now Chris had raised it.

  “Um…let me guess. You want a lap-dance?”

  The five guys cheered and Chris didn’t need to respond—they’d given it away.

  “Well done, Kayla. We’ll save the spanking till later. You ever given a lap-dance?”

  She shook her head, then realized he couldn’t see her.

  “No.”

  “Pity. Well, you can go home to your husband tonight having learned a new skill.”

  “Yeah, right.”

  “Don’t get uppity or cheeky. I can still do the spanking scene instead if you prefer. Now, which do you prefer, Kayla?”

  “Do I have a choice?”

  “Of course.”

  She didn’t answer him—simply stood upright and began to move her hips to the sound of the beat. She took a step to the left and lifted her arms to shoulder height, holding them outstretched, and moved round to stand beside the chair as Chris turned his head to look at her. Raising her arms had lifted the hem of the slip so flesh now showed above the stockings and, when h
e was looking straight at her, she shimmied, knowing the movement shook her breasts in his direction. Chris smiled and the other guys cheered as she continued the movement, reaching a point where she was standing with her back to them, her legs slightly spread, just in front of, but not quite touching, his left knee.

  “You’ll have to help me, Chris. I’ve not done this before.”

  She wondered for a moment what his reaction would have been if she’d instead walked around the chair and stood next to his knees, then leaned forward and assumed the classic spanking position across his lap. She shook her head at the thought and noticing the way her traitorous nipples puckered up, filed that thought away among her fantasies for future exploration—exploration that would be with her husband, not his friend, and definitely without an audience.

  “Of course. Don’t I always?”

  She had her back to the others so could get away with sticking her tongue out at him and he chuckled.

  “You’ve made a great start—why don’t you continue with some more of that, and I’ll add some guidance as and when you need it. Try turning round from time to time to show me a back view—that way the cameras can capture the delectable front view I have. You look seriously sexy like that, with those nipples of yours sticking out that far.”

  She knew his comments about the twin bumps on the front of her slip brought heat to her cheeks but she did as he said, continuing to dance with arms outstretched and turning round to face the others. A couple of low whistles brought a smile to her face—they liked what they saw, so she started to bump and grind her hips just as she had when dancing with them earlier.