Kayla - The First Four Weeks

by Bridy McAvoy

  She nodded and followed his guidance, knowing she was exposing even more of her legs in this position but that was, after all, the point of the show.

  “Kayla, I want you to think of this as your start position, all right?”

  “Yeah…er…start position?”

  Chris nodded in turn. “Well…Now I’m going to describe the end position. I want you lying on your back, with your head on the arm of the couch, the coat undone and spread open, with your legs spread apart.”

  Kayla did a double take, closed her eyes and imagined the position he was describing. It would leave her totally exposed—her breasts, her pussy—everything on show.

  “I’m confused.”

  “Don’t be—don’t worry about it, it’ll all become clear.”

  “Okay, I guess.”

  “Now, for Kayla’s benefit, we’re going to be running this particular shoot five times. I want each of the guys to learn how to direct their models. So, each of them is going to start with the same position, and finish with the same position, but how they get from position A to position B, from start to finish, is up to them and, to a certain degree, up to the model, too.”

  He looked to Kayla for a sign of her approval. She could do nothing other than nod.

  “We’re also going to make it easy for Kayla, because I also want you all to get practice directing two models.”

  Kayla felt her mouth drop open in shock. This did not sound as easy as she’d thought and it was obvious she was going to be in close proximity to at least one of the men again. Chris didn’t give her any time to dwell on it as he signaled with his hand and Brad came up to stand behind the couch, right behind her head. Ant took his place with his camera in hand facing her as Chris backed away. She looked around and saw none of the others had their cameras ready; they were just going to watch.

  “Hi, Kayla, how you doing?”

  “Fine, I think.”

  She refocused her attention on the photographer in front of her and then jumped slightly as she felt Brad put his hand on her shoulder.

  “Sshh…”

  She tried to relax but it wasn’t easy. Obviously Brad was going to be modeling with her this time and, since there were five of them, this scene was going to repeat itself that many times, with each of the guys with her. How much she’d be undressing and how many times she’d be stripped remained to be seen, although she guessed there was likely to be much more of the latter than the former. She nodded to Ant and he smiled and lifted the camera to his face, ready to start work.

  “Okay, we’ll get started then. Kayla, please turn your head so you’re looking up at Brad. Look into his face. Brad, lower your head toward her. Both of you smile…good. Look at each other like you’re long lost lovers. Brad, bring your fingers down to brush her cheek…Kayla tilt your head back, look into his eyes.”

  Ant wasn’t as smooth as Chris had been, paying less compliments to her but, there again, he had two models to control, rather than just one and, after all, he was learning while Chris was a polished pro.

  “Brad, bend down toward her more, move your left arm to lie along the top of the back of the couch. Kayla, open your mouth a little and just lick your lips.”

  Kayla was aware Ant had shifted around—now much closer to her than he had been. Brad’s face was only inches away, just above hers, as she continued to look up at him.

  “Kayla, allow your eyes to close and tilt your head back a bit. Allow your lips to part…that’s right. A little further…a little more. Brad, kiss her.”

  Before Kayla could react, Brad’s lips had met hers and his tongue passed between her lips. She gasped around the intrusion, feeling her heart speed up. His hand moved to almost grip her chin, holding her in place.

  “Lower your left hand toward her, Brad… a bit further…a bit further…now stroke the fur.”

  He held the kiss still, not kissing her entirely, more teasing than anything else, the tiny movements enticing her. She felt his hand touch the fur coat above her left breast but couldn’t look down to see anything. He began to rub the fur making small circles with his hand, which dragged the silk lining across her nipple, which immediately hardened from the stimulation.

  His tongue extended further, reaching her teeth, then meeting her own tongue and starting to explore. He was a talented kisser and her body was responding to both his kisses and the caresses of his free hand. He let go of her chin and dropped his hand to her neck, but she didn’t pull away. The sane part of her wanted to, but she didn’t and, sensing her surrender to the kiss, Brad increased the pressure on her lips.

  “Kayla, shift over onto your back, but don’t break the kiss. Brad, slide your right hand under the front of the coat…undo the bow with your left hand.”

  She continued to kiss him as she awkwardly shifted her body, and allowed her legs to straighten out as his hand crept onto the upper slope of her right breast. Her arms rose to encircle his neck to provide support for her head, more than anything else, as he completed the process of undoing the loose knot that held the belt, and hence the fur coat opened. His right hand reached for, and cupped her breast as his left hand began to draw the coat off her left side, baring her breast to the camera and, further down, the exposure increased as well.

  “Spread your legs, Kayla.”

  She shuddered at the implication of the instruction she’d been given but her mind was in a whirl as Brad continued to neck with her, their tongues mashing together as they explored each other. His fingertips caught her right nipple and pinched hard enough to force a gasp from her, muffled by her mouth. She spread her legs, feeling the coat fall off to both sides and hearing a collective gasp from the watching students as they saw Brad’s fingers working on her nipple and his other hand snaking across her stomach onto the tender flesh around her landing strip, just inches from her pussy.

  “And…cut.”

  Chris’s voice cut through the fog of passion in Kayla’s mind as Brad broke the kiss and his hands left her body. Ant backed away too, after saying thank you and she sat up, gulping in huge breaths of air, for the moment heedless of her nakedness exhibited so well by her legs. She glanced down and realized the show she was putting on and, pulling the coat around her, tied the belt before shuffling back into what Chris had called the start position. She glared at the photographer for setting her up like that, but he ignored her frown and turned back to the guys.

  “That was great, guys. Next pair.”

  Ant took Brad’s place behind the couch and Andy moved up with his camera.

  The scene went more or less the same way, a carbon copy of the scene with Brad, only this time Kayla knew what to expect so was ready for it. Ant turned out to be a tit man rather more than Brad had and the scene ended with him pulling on both her nipples with his finger and thumb and her gasping and groaning into his mouth as they kissed. She was getting more and more turned on and she could sense this could lead to a problem but, again, didn’t know what to do to stop it.

  Andy moved to stand behind the couch and Steve stepped forward with his camera.

  “You know what’s going to happen, right, Kayla?”

  She nodded.

  “Well, I’m going to do things a little differently. Would you undo the belt to begin with please?”

  Kayla looked at Chris but he just shrugged and nodded and she pulled the belt free, allowing the coat to hang open, exposing herself to both men, if not to the group standing watching. She knew that would change and, by the look on Steve’s face, it was going to change quite quickly.

  “I know what Chris said about your start position but I want you to roll onto your back straight away, Kayla. Let those lovely tits point at the ceiling.”

  Kayla shuddered, she occasionally used the word tits herself—she even thought about them as tits from time to time, but they were her breasts, and the last time Steve had used harder language than she was comfortable, Chris had pulled him up short. She looked at Chris but he just looked back saying nothing. Wi
th no help coming from that quarter she looked to Teri who was leaning forward, her hands resting on her bulging belly, watching intently. As she watched the pregnant woman Teri’s tongue flicked out and licked her lips—no help from that direction either. She rolled onto her back, the fur coat falling open and revealing her all. Steve took a couple of shots and then lowered the camera and smiled at her.

  “Lift your left arm up toward Andy and, as Andy bends forward, hook it round the back of his neck. Now, throw your head back and close your eyes. Andy, kiss the hollow at the front of her neck.”

  Her partner in this shoot didn’t need any second chances. He lowered his head, she wrapped her arm around his neck and he pulled up slightly, then lowered his face to her neck and started to rain light feathery kisses on the sensitive area just above her breasts. Kayla kept her eyes closed and allowed the fluttering sensations to roll through her.

  She started slightly as his right hand came between them and took hold of her breast.

  “Open your legs, Kayla. Show us that slit of yours. Show that cunt to the camera.”

  She shuddered and moaned as he used coarse language again, her body responding to the pleasure Andy was giving her as his face moved down her body. His hand let go of her breast, snaked back between them and then behind her back. She allowed her legs to part and then fall open. Her left leg was pressing against the back of the couch, her right leg stretching to the edge of the cushion, then past it—balancing for a few seconds, before her foot slipped all the way off and landed on the floor.

  Andy lifted her back up off the couch and moved his mouth lower, finding and then capturing her left nipple. Kayla groaned as she felt his teeth nip at it and Chris still didn’t interrupt what was fast becoming a seduction if she wasn’t careful.

  “Bring your right hand up to your right tit and pinch your nipple, then lower down your body and spread your cunt lips apart.”

  She was panting for breath and her hand did as he said, the other men gasping and calling out as Andy continued his directed assault on her body.

  “Andy, bring your right hand down onto her belly, then slide it down.”

  Kayla was just about lost. She was on the brink of yet another orgasm but she just couldn’t cross the line. Andy didn’t let her. Every time she thought she was close Andy backed off a little and the overwhelming feeling subsided to an ache. She was sure these two had been working with her longer than either of the preceding pairs, but now she just needed release.

  “How do you feel, Kayla? You ready to cum, yet?”

  Steve was crouching in line with her knees, and leaned on the couch below her right knee, pointing his camera straight at her pussy.

  “Your cunt looks so inviting, Kayla, it looks like it needs something in there. Does it, Kayla? Will it take something in your cunt to make you cum?”

  She groaned, and felt a tremor run through her body. Her fingers moved closer to her outer lips.

  “No, Kayla, not your fingers. Just hold it open.”

  She groaned in sheer frustration.

  “Tell me, Kayla, shall I get Andy to put a finger in—will you cum if he fingers your cunt?”

  She writhed under the verbal onslaught and, as Andy bit down harder on her tortured nipple, sobbed out a reply. “Yes… Damn you! Yes!”

  Without any further words, Andy’s hand, only an inch or so above her landing strip, dived down to her pussy. His index finger slid into her without any resistance and Kayla screamed out as the orgasm took her up and over. By the time she came down from the orgasm she was lying on her back with Andy standing upright behind the couch. As she looked up at him he lifted his index finger to his mouth and sucked it clean. Her eyes widened in shock—that was her juices he was licking off his finger and, when she looked to the other side, Steve was photographing both that and her reaction to it.

  Chris stepped in and finally put a stop to the shoot. “And… cut!”

  Kayla labored for breath, recovering from the orgasm, and glowered at him, but he remained, as ever, unperturbed.

  “Well, gentlemen, I let that run because Kayla seemed to be enjoying it so I’m afraid we’ve run out of time for today. So, thank you gentlemen—it’s time to pack up your gear. And I’ll see you Friday at the usual time to sort out the plan for the next session.”

  Kayla thought about his words—this was the first time she’d heard about them having a preliminary session to plan what was going to happen. She swung her legs together and pushed herself to a sitting position.

  “You need a hand, honey?”

  She waved off Teri’s offer of help and rose to her feet before making for the bathroom. She dropped the fur coat to the floor of the studio and walked off, knowing all the men would pause to watch her naked ass sway as she walked.

  Once on her own in the bathroom, she locked the door and sat on the pan, trying to rationalize what had just happened—what she’d allowed to happen. She knew if she’d raised one sound or finger in distress, or made any unhappiness known, Chris would have stepped in. But she hadn’t, not once…not one peep when a simple ‘no’ would have stopped the whole process.

  Chapter 10

  Kayla wiped herself clean and flushed the tissue away, then grabbed one of the toweling robes and crossed the short corridor into the dressing room. Teri was already perched on the other chair waiting for her.

  “Hi, Kayla…”

  Kayla frowned at her friend but realized it was becoming a habit. After every shoot she’d be in here and Teri would be calming her down. It was time to break the cycle before it became fixed.

  She held up her hand to stop her friend saying anything more. “Just give me a sec.” She dropped herself into the other chair and surveyed her face in the mirror behind the counter top that sufficed as a makeup station. Her hair was, somehow, still in place, pinned up as it had been ever since the ballroom set. Her skin was flushed from the repeated orgasms and the recent more embarrassing scene. Her makeup was smudged too; her lipstick in particular hadn’t escaped the ravages of the lips of the men who’d kissed her. “You know what four of them are going to expect next week, don’t you, Teri?”

  “What, honey?”

  “A bit of what Andy had.”

  Teri shrugged; there was no denying the truth of Kayla’s assertion. “Sure…they’re men so they’ll think why not.”

  “Not going to get, though. I want you to make that clear to Chris.”

  “Okay. But don’t lie and say you didn’t enjoy it—I know you did, honey, I was watching. I think that was your biggest one of the day. I expected you to squirt.”

  “Eww…I don’t do that.”

  Teri laughed and after a minute Kayla joined in.

  “One thing did concern me a little, honey. Before you reacted badly to someone using nasty language, referring to them as tits and cunt. This time you didn’t—if anything it seemed to have the opposite effect—it excited you.”

  “Hmm…that worries me a bit. I don’t like coarse language at all. I haven’t got a cunt, I’ve got a pussy.” Kayla preened as she said this, trying to give the impression of a prim and proper young woman. The words and actions, so surreal and absurd, cracked them both up. They laughed so loud Chris opened the dressing room door without knocking to check what was going on.

  “Scoot, darling, Kayla and I are talking about you, not to you. Shut the door behind you.”

  “Hmmmph!”

  Kayla cracked up again at the look on his face then sobered up. “Two questions.”

  “Shoot.”

  “Firstly, is Chris going to want another rehearsal for next week? Secondly, what the hell am I going to tell Ben?”

  “The answer to the first one is no, but Chris does want to talk to you for a few minutes about next week—you can get dressed first in your own clothes. Mind you, if I was you, I’d think about keeping those hose on and seeing Ben’s reaction when you get home. In fact, if you want, you can put the denim skirt and the halter neck top on and really wow
him. Put the joggers in the bag.”

  Kayla smiled and thought about the image she’d be projecting to her husband dressed like that. “That’s not a bad idea, girlfriend.”

  “Your second question is quite simple, honey. Tell him enough to get him hot to trot so he fucks the ass off you for the rest of the weekend, but don’t tell him more than that.”

  “Teri!”

  “What? That’s what you want to happen, isn’t it? That’s what happened last week, will happen this week and will happen next week, too. Get dressed—let’s go see Chris and then you can get home to the fucking you deserve for today. Okay?”

  * * * *

  She felt a little self-conscious in the clothing Teri had selected, especially as Chris didn’t know she was commando under the very short button-up skirt she’d worn for the bondage shoot earlier in the day. She’d briefly debated wearing a bra and decided against it as well. Chris’s eyes had confirmed that for himself so he probably guessed about the rest.

  “So, Teri says you want to talk about next week.”

  “Yeah, there’re two things different about next week.”

  “Oh?”

  “Well, three really. The first is that Ant won’t be there.”

  “Why not?”

  “Proper little detective, aren’t you? He got a text earlier. His uncle has been taken ill suddenly. He confirmed the details with a call before he left. Looks like he’s going to have to fly out to the East Coast and take over the business for three weeks or so.”

  “Ah…pity, he was one of the nice guys.”

  “Yeah, very nice. As it happens, he liked you too, and he left this for you.”

  Chris handed her an unsealed envelope. Inside was a check and a postcard. The check was for a thousand dollars.

  “What?”

  “He decided to leave you a tip. He enjoyed the course immensely and felt you earned it.”

  “But…”

  Chris shook his head. “I’m paying you, but if the guys want to tip you as well that’s their business. It’s a bonus, Kayla, so just smile and bank it.”