by Bridy McAvoy
“Well, you have seen them…and more before.”
He chuckled. “I know. And Ben knows, as well. But I’m a man – I like the chance of a little private view all to myself.”
She groaned and then lifted her ass from the seat and adjusted the skirt, covering a couple more inches of her legs. “There, I’m comfortable now.”
“Good girl. Let’s get this show on the road.”
“Okay, so where exactly does ‘on the road’ take us?”
“You’ll see…it’s a surprise.”
She stuck her tongue out at him as he changed lanes but Chris just laughed.
* * * *
They’d got a little caught up in traffic so Chris wasn’t in the best frame of mind as they pulled into the car park behind the strip mall where he had his studio. He parked next to a small mini-bus with a tyre-squealing flourish and the men inside crowded to the window. Kayla recognized all four of the group, smiled and waved, and was rewarded with smiles back. She opened the car door and swung one leg out, doing so provocatively, knowing the skirt would slide up. The guys banged on the windows of the bus and whistled loud enough for the sound to carry. She swung the other leg out then stood up, and took her time pulling the skirt back down, knowing she’d made them happy.
The previous week her entrance had been even more spectacular. Chris and Teri had insisted she enter the studio naked, after Teri took her clothes in the corridor just inside the door. She shuddered at the memory—at least this time she’d only flashed her legs at them. Chris handed her her bag and opened the door to the mini-bus, gesturing for her to climb in.
He watched from behind as she had to stretch to reach from the step to the main level of the bus floor, and she knew he was watching her skirt ride up once more. She pulled it back down as soon as she was on a level keel again and looked for a seat. There were four rows of seats but the front two were covered in camera cases and other paraphernalia. The next two rows had one of the students in each double seat, leaving only the back seat free.
Chris was standing behind her as he spoke. “The back seat is your domain. None of the guys are allowed to pass the previous row of seats, under pain of exclusion. Seriously, Kayla, I mean it—that’s your safe haven, just as the dressing room is in the studio. Unfortunately, it’s rather more open, and there’s no rule about them watching you or photographing you, but they can’t cross that line in any physical sense.”
She initially found this a bit odd but, as she thought about it, she realized it made sense. She was the only model and there were five guys on the bus. She was going to spend a lot of time naked and they would be getting horny looking at and shooting her. Some form of bolt-hole, or safe zone made more sense that she’d first realized.
“Fine.”
“So why don’t you take a seat in the middle of the back row, and don’t forget your seat belt, and we’ll be off.”
“Off to where?”
Chris chuckled and shook his head. “I’m not going to tell you, so stop trying.”
Once more she stuck her tongue out at him and walked down the aisle of the bus, smiling and saying hello to each of the four guys. When she reached the back row she saw the only place she could sit was on the middle seat—the seats to either side were full of dress carriers and a selection of lacy racy underwear and, on the other side, Teri’s pro makeup box.
“Okay, everyone. Safety rules—while we’re in the city, belts on.”
Everyone belted up and Chris started the engine. The mini-bus had seen better days—the diesel was rough and loud, and the bus rattled and shook as Chris put it into gear and headed back out of the car park. Kayla made a mental note to not attempt to put her makeup on when the bus was moving. She knew Chris expected her to get changed in the back here, but makeup was a no-no the way the bus bounced and jolted over every little bump.
It didn’t take long for Chris to reach the main road and, as soon as they were a little clearer of traffic, he gunned the engine and accelerated. Kayla grabbed hold of the retractable arms on her seat and hung on as the bus rattled and rolled up to speed—the noise level was truly astonishing!
After a few minutes they passed the edge of the city, heading to the south, and Kayla tried to guess where they were going. They turned into an industrial estate and followed the perimeter road until, three-quarters of the way down, Chris pulled into a gateway to the left. He jumped out and unlocked a padlock, opened the gate, remounted, drove through the gate, then jumped back out and closed and locked the gate behind them.
Kayla guessed they were now at the first location and she felt her hands go clammy at the thought. The guys seemed excited as Chris drove round to the back of the rather derelict industrial unit.
Chapter 2
“All ashore who’s going ashore.”
All four of the students chuckled at Chris’s joke as he pulled the mini-bus to a stop behind the industrial unit. The backyard of the unit was partially surrounded by an eight foot high stuccoed wall which had definitely seen better days. Kayla looked at the unit itself, which looked even less promising. There were two huge roller doors next to a glass area. Through the dirty glass she could see the remains of a reception area for visitors, which looked unprepossessing. The whole place seemed to have been deserted for several years.
All the guys had left the bus now, carrying their camera cases and were also looking around as Chris waited at the front of the bus for her. A thought struck her as she stood up.
“Don’t you think this dress will get rather dirty out there?”
He looked over his shoulder and surveyed the area and then turned back to her and grinned. “You’re probably right. Take it off.”
“What?”
“You are as ever…right. Take it off so it stays clean. Kayla, the only two people with a key to this place today is me and the realtor friend who lent it to me. He’s taking his kids to the ball game so he won’t be anywhere near here. The yard isn‘t overlooked, there’s no CCTV working on the premises and none of the neighboring buildings have systems that overlook here. The unit is secure and hasn’t been used for ages. Nobody is going to see you, other than the five of us, and that’s what we’re here for. You’re right, the place is dirtier than I remembered and that’s an expensive dress. Leave it on the bus when you get off”
He turned his back, moving to the door then glanced back over his shoulder.
“Don’t be silly about it; we need to get a move on. You know it’s going to come off, and it’s not covering anything we haven’t all seen already…so lose it, Kayla. Lose it.”
He stepped through the door.
“Guys. Grab your cameras. I want you shooting Kayla as she steps off the bus in a couple of minutes. Get a move on.”
Kayla knew she was blushing. Once more Chris had set her up and within the next couple of minutes she’d be leaving the safety of the bus and stepping down into the yard in just her underwear and her heels. She shuddered at the prospect, then reached for the stretch top of the dress and pulled it down, freeing her arms, rolling it past her breasts and then her waist. Once clear of her hips she held it up off the none-too-clean floor of the bus as she stepped out of it and folded it carefully before laying it on top of the pile of dress carriers in the corner of the back seat.
She checked the bra was still correctly covering her breasts, pulled the panties up and straight, making sure the frills around them weren’t twisted, and took a deep breath. Once again, she could feel the changes the thrill of exhibiting herself was making to her body—her nipples had tightened and scratched against the cup of the bra, and she felt flushed and overly warm. That might have been the bus though; with the engine off the air conditioning had cut completely. She walked forward along the bus, and through the side windows she could see the men watching her, jostling each other and bringing their cameras up to their faces.
She reached the open doorway and they could now see her fully for the first time, clad in only bra, panties and heels.
“Step down with your left leg and stop there please, Kayla. Then, lift your left hand up and touch the top of the door frame…Excellent. Now, arch your back and smile for the cameras…good girl. Now bring your right foot down to join the left on the step there. Put your right hand up with the left and really arch your back…very good. Spread your feet apart, as wide as they can go on the step…perfect. Tense your legs and just bend your knees out a little…very nice, very sexy. Good girl. Okay, step down with just your left leg and half turn toward the back of the bus. Look back over your shoulder…nice.”
Chris was working his usual mix of instructions and compliments—his patter, as Teri called it, had the effect of calming her a little as she got into the swing of it. After a few more shots of her dismounting from the bus, he gestured for her to follow him across toward the wall of the yard. The broken stucco had once been pure white but was now smeared with stains and speckled with what almost looked like rust. There were some holes, too, where the wire showed through—altogether an unappetising backdrop, but it was what Chris had selected.
“Stand here, please, Kayla. Guys, check your exposures are correct here. The white wall will change both the exposure level and the color balance. You need to ensure you get both right, otherwise your pictures of Kayla will look washed out, pale and uninteresting and we wouldn’t want that would we—and let’s be fair about it, nor would she!”
They all fiddled with their cameras while Kayla waited for instructions. The sun was quite hot and she could feel there was some heat in the wall behind her, despite it still being mid-morning.
“Right, Kayla, please turn and face us and stand about a foot from the wall—good. Now I want you to lean back against the wall, but keep your feet where they are—your ass and back touch the wall but you’re leaning back, okay?”
She put her hands behind herself to locate the wall and gingerly lowered herself into the position he’d detailed. She’d been right—the wall was hot, and it felt scratchy against the naked skin of her back.
“Grab a few quick shots, gentlemen, I don’t think that’s very comfortable for Kayla, is it, sweetie?”
She hated the way Chris used her favorite form of address for her husband for her, but she’d stopped him calling her baby, which was too close to the babe Ben called her—and it was too late now. Kayla forced a smile and tried to look sexy, knowing her scant attire did that job nicely for her anyway.
“Good girl—now, turn around and lean one hand against the wall. Shuffle your feet out a bit further so you’re really leaning, but just on that left hand…good. Now, bring your right foot forward so your left leg is stretched but your right knee is bent…good girl. That looks brilliant. Look back toward us, twisting your torso a bit. Arch your back and push that butt out…nice, very nice.”
The modeling in the hot sun was different from the studio but it was still driving a furnace inside of her. Her breathing grew steadily harsher, and every movement dragged her nipples across the fabric of her bra, irritating them and sending little flashes of pleasure through her nerves from the sensitive hard flesh.
She was leaning against the wall again, her back arched as far as she could, given the steep angle of her body, and she could feel the material of her panties stretched tight across her ass. Chris stepped things up a gear with his next set of instructions.
“Andy, put your camera down a moment. I think Kayla needs a little costume adjustment and I want her to hold that position. Go up to her and just pull her bra up so her breasts are almost hanging out, but not all the way—see if you can get the seams to catch on her nipples to stop it.”
Kayla gasped and closed her eyes as she heard one of the guys, obviously Andy, put his camera on the floor and approach her. He put one hand on the middle of her back and she shivered at his touch.
“Might need to fiddle with this a bit—it’s tight.”
Kayla felt the blood rush to her cheeks as the rest laughed and she tried to stand still as he came even closer, his hands moving to her breasts, cupping them through her bra.
“Don’t go taking liberties, Andy. Not yet, anyway.”
Chris’s laugh made her compress her lips in a tight line—she thought that was uncalled for as Andy concentrated on her left breast, holding it with one hand while the fingers of his other hand dug under the bottom edge of the cup and levered it up, exposing the bottom swell of her breast to the open air.
He pulled and pushed for a couple of seconds to achieve the effect Chris had specified, and Kayla thought he’d taken longer just to prolong and enjoy the experience. She kept still as he let go of her left breast and moved round to her right side. Since she didn’t object to what he’d been doing, he obviously decided to go a little further. This time he put his hand completely inside her bra cup, cradling her nipple in the palm of his hand. She gasped at the contact as a sheet of electrical signals flashed through her nerves and her legs trembled slightly as his other hand grasped the bottom of the bra and pulled it up.
Another few seconds of fiddling around and the bra was where Chris had asked for it to be—her breasts hanging down, the bottom seam of the cup hanging on her distended nipples, one of which had received a gratuitous pinch from the unrepentant photographer.
“Very good. Hold that pose a few more seconds, Kayla—give Andy the chance to get back into position for his own shots. Okay. Right, now stand up, turn to face us, put your hands behind your back and lean against them against the wall…very nice. Brace your shoulders, push those breasts out at us and smile.”
Kayla knew this pose was a lewd one and showed off almost her entire breasts, apart from her nipples and the small amount of flesh covered by the bra dangling on her upper chest. She sucked her stomach in and forced a smile, enjoying the feel of the sun on her naked chest. She’d never sunbathed topless in her life, so the feeling of the sun warming her bare breasts was a new and pleasant experience.
“Kayla, sweetie, stop daydreaming and pull the bra free—you might as well drop it to the floor.”
She did as she was told, baring her entire top half to them, and dropped the bra down—then looked in disgust at the dirty ground.
“I’m so not putting that back on.”
They laughed and she smiled and tried to relax, the familiar tension in her body from the exposure ratcheting up another notch.
She knew what would happen soon—she’d be asked to remove her panties or, worse, Chris would designate one of the students to do so for her. The thought of being completely naked, except for her heels, while outside sent a shiver through her spine, and the thought of another man’s hands on her didn’t help her either.
“Turn around again, please, Kayla.”
She did so and closed her eyes as she felt the warmth of the sun on her bare back. “I hope there’s sun cream in the bus. I don’t want to burn.”
Chris laughed. “Not only is there plenty of cream in the box, but there’s also five willing volunteers to rub it in for you.”
“Get bent!”
They all laughed but the casual remark had set Kayla’s mind off down another fantasy track. Visions of her writhing on the floor of the bus as the guys all leaned over her, rubbing sun cream into her naked breasts and inner thighs as she spread her legs and begged for them to bring her off, had her ready to climb the wall in front of her in search of an orgasm. She was so horny—she was pretty sure just removing her panties would be enough to set her off once more, just as the same action had done so several times in the studio over the previous two Saturdays. She panted for air as she waited for the inevitable command to drop her panties and spread her legs, even bend over to show them her puckered asshole and her pussy peeping out from between them.
“Time to lose the panties, Kayla. Do you want Steve to remove them, or do you want to do so yourself?”
Chris was giving her a choice and a get-out clause, but the earlier fantasy about the sun cream in the hands of the men had knocked some of her defenses down.
She tried to say ‘I’ll do it’ but Chris was quicker.
“Well…no answer means it must be your lucky day, Steve. Please draw them down to her ankles for us. Kayla, don’t step out of them.”
She shuddered as Steve approached her and then again as she felt him place his hands on her naked back just above the waistband of the panties. She gasped and then groaned as his fingers slipped under the waistband above her ass cheeks, and waited for him to slide them to the sides but he didn’t—he pushed both hands down the back of the flimsy garment and cupped her naked ass cheeks. Her eyes flew open in shock and she groaned at the contact—far more intimate than she’d expected, and another liberty being taken with her body.
Steve wasn’t content with just feeling her ass—he squeezed, which brought another gasp from her and then started to work his hands down, dragging her underwear with them as they went. He leaned in closer to her.
“Spread your legs a little, baby.”
His whispered command could only mean he intended to do more than just fondle her ass but, without Chris intervening, she felt powerless to prevent him crossing another line, another boundary. She shuffled her feet a few inches apart and braced herself against the wall as his fingers slipped down to the juncture between her ass and her legs. She groaned again as he held them there for a moment, teasing her, when his obvious prize was only inches away, still concealed by the fabric of the panties.
“Don’t…”
Her whisper was greeted with a chuckle as Steve moved his hands slightly lower levering the panties onto her thighs then, quick as a striking snake, ran his finger along the line of her slit. The contact was light—playful even, but it was enough to drive Kayla closer than ever. She moaned and shuddered as the precursors of an orgasm raced through her.
“Did you say don’t? I don’t think you meant it.”
His finger retraced its movement and she couldn’t prevent her body’s reaction as she shuffled her feet further apart. A third time his finger traced over the lips of her pussy and her legs trembled as, this time, it sank between her outer labia. She shook uncontrollably and a loud groan escaped her mouth as she threw her head back and came in a rush. Steve withdrew his finger and jerked her panties down past her knees until they were tight around her spread lower legs, then moved away to join the rest of the photographers leaving her there, shuddering and shaking in the aftermath of her orgasm, his victory over her resistance assured.
