Kayla - The First Four Weeks

by Bridy McAvoy

  Chris spoke up.

  “My friend was showing a prospective client around this office on Friday, so brought in a couple of bits of furniture so it didn’t look too bare. He furnished the conference room, too. They had a cleaning company through as well. Didn’t you think the bathrooms looked spotless?”

  She nodded.

  “Right. Now, Kayla, we’re going to do three sets here in quick order—the first one you get to pose behind the desk, and I’m sure you know what’s going to happen to your clothing. You get dressed again, and we change the setting a little, and this time Steve is in shot with you. I know you worked that one out, because I saw you sneaking peeks at his bod as he changed. In the third set, we won’t bother with the jacket but, other than that, let’s just call it a surprise!”

  Kayla frowned at him; she didn’t like the idea of another of his surprises.

  “I’ve had one of your surprises already, thank you, and one is enough.”

  He shrugged and nodded. “You’ll love this one.” The way he drew out and emphasized the word love sent a shiver down her spine and she stared at him, suspicious of his motives but unable to question them any deeper.

  “Now, Kayla, take a seat behind the desk, please…good girl. Lean forward and smile toward the lift, as if someone is just coming out of there, and you’re greeting them like a receptionist should…very good. Guys, what are you waiting for? Time’s money in this game and the model is ready and working already.”

  She giggled as the four men scrambled to their feet and grabbed for their cameras in response to his dig at them.

  “That’s better!”

  Kayla sat still waiting for the men to get their act together and watched Chris out of the corner of her eye in anticipation of the next instruction.

  “Good girl. Now I want you to undo the jacket buttons but stay in the same position…perfect. Now, slowly pull the two sides of the jacket open, and lean a little bit further forward so the cami sways away from your tits…very nice. Now, stand up and lean on the desk, now lift your left knee onto the desk…show us those stocking tops…good, you’re doing well, sweetie.”

  It was as if the last few shoots the week before and the shoots so far today hadn’t happened. This was the kind of modeling she thought she’d signed up for. Okay, she’d be taking off her clothes, but she’d be doing it—she wouldn’t have to be touched by anyone else. Her smile broadened—this she enjoyed, as well as being turned on by it.

  “See, I thought you’d enjoy a change of pace. Really stretch that leg out…up on tiptoe on the other foot…lean forward and grasp the far edge of the desk…good., Turn slightly so your chest is pointing this way…good girl. How’s that, guys? You likey?”

  They all chorused a yes and Kayla arched her back slightly to emphasize her breasts, pushing them against the thin lace of the camisole.

  “Not quite right, though, Kayla. Just stay still for a second.”

  Chris moved to a new position behind her, and she knew he was close, but she didn’t turn her head. His arms snaked round her and his hands went to her breasts where they quickly located the nipples and he pinched both with his thumb and forefinger.

  “Ouch!”

  “Sorry…only way I could think of.”

  “Balls! You could have asked me to do it!”

  “More fun this way.”

  The other four men laughed and Kayla stopped arguing, knowing it was one she couldn’t win. She glanced down and could see her nipples—now turgid, and filled with blood, swollen erect and pushing against the camisole.

  “I think you can sit up, but stay perched on the desk. Lose the jacket, sweetie—just throw it on the chair…good. Now scoot into the middle of the desk, so you’re sitting there with one leg in front of you and the other doubled underneath you. It might be a little uncomfortable but it’ll only be for a few seconds. Remember depth of field, gentlemen—it’s important in a shot like this. We don’t want to see her toes in focus on a huge foot and a tiny woman behind it, okay?”

  Kayla was breathing heavily now, she knew the camisole didn’t particularly cover her well, and sitting as she was meant there was a cavity under the front edge of her skirt that lead straight back to her naked pussy.

  “Swing the other leg back under you, and sit on your heels…good girl. Now slowly…and I do mean slowly…swing your knees out to the sides.”

  Her skirt rode up as she sat up and there wasn’t enough give in the material to smooth it back down toward her stocking-tops, let alone her knees. As she allowed her legs to part, the skirt rode up even more and she forced herself not to plunge her hands down into the widening gap to provide some cover for her slit, which was more and more at risk of exposure every inch her knees moved apart.

  “Keep going, Kayla…keep going…spread them as far apart as possible. Good girl, you’re doing well. That’s nearly perfect. What we need you to do now is put your hands flat on the desk behind you and lean back…perfect. Now arch your back so you push your tits at the ceiling, toss your head a bit and let your hair fly around…excellent. Very good. Do that flick again…perfect. And relax. Next shot is in the chair so you can straighten your legs out again.”

  She knew her pussy had been exposed in that position and with her breasts pushing against the thin lace of the camisole she was equally certain they’d been just about able to see everything she had. The combination of the exposure and the exertion was working on her body, too, her breathing fast and shallow and when she straightened her legs out she could see the skin looked flushed and warm. Chris’s casual conversion to using cruder language in giving her instructions seemed to be having a dual effect on her. She was both upset and further turned on by it, the two emotions warring against each other giving her serious butterflies on her stomach and that fluttering catered ever lower.

  It had been a strain sitting like that on her heels with her knees akimbo, so standing up was at first a relief until she got acute pins and needles in her thighs. She sat down into the chair rather heavily and Brad, for one, noticed.

  “You okay, Kayla?”

  She smiled up into his concern. “Yeah, just a little stiff from that pose. Not very comfortable.”

  He smiled back. “Very erotic, though.”

  “Hmm…” She tossed her head, making her hair whip and he chuckled.

  She could see the other men, including Chris, watching the byplay and she watched Chris’s expression change from concern to his more professional smile as she answered Brad.

  “Time to move on, please, sweetie. I want you to put your feet up on the desk and kind of slouch so there’s an angle. Scoot the chair in a little closer to the desk.”

  With her feet up on the desk and her legs as a result in the air, there was no way for Kayla to follow his guidance. She giggled. “How?”

  Chris chuckled in response. “Okay, that might be a little hard for you to do. Brad, push her chair in a few inches.”

  The youngest of the students moved forward and did as Chris asked, and Kayla watched wide-eyed as the increased angle of her legs caused the skirt to slip further up her thighs, exposing several inches of flesh above the stocking-tops.

  “Lean back a little, Kayla, and put your hands behind your head—stretch a little, get those kinks out of your back.”

  She leaned back and enjoyed the feeling of stretching.

  “Oh, very good. Now I want you to swing your legs down from the desk and scoot the chair under the desk properly, but don’t let the skirt slip back down your legs…good. Now, final touch…spread your knees about eighteen inches apart, or as far as the arms of the chair will let you.”

  He turned to the four men with cameras and watched them focus their lenses on her face for a minute or so and shook his head sadly. “Has nothing I’ve said penetrated those skulls of yours, gentlemen? I’ve been banging on about change of angle and you’re still standing up? Kayla is in perfect position for an up-skirt shot under the desk—that’s what I’ve set up and you’
re all on your feet? Shame on you. I guess I’ll just have to extend the course!”

  As the students dropped to the floor to aim their cameras up under the modesty panel of the desk to take pictures up under her skirt, where she already knew her naked pussy would be on view, she stared wide-eyed in shock at Chris over his last comment. The idea of a longer commitment was something she hadn’t considered, and spending even more weekends like this wasn’t something she was prepared to think about. Chris noticed her expression and laughed at her discomfort.

  “Only joking, sweetie. Only joking. If any of these guys want to hire your modeling services for subsequent weeks, that’s up to them, and up to you to set the price and conditions.”

  Even that last comment unsettled her; it hadn’t been something she’d thought about. The guys were well-heeled, she knew that—their cameras were expensive and, given the amount Chris was paying her, as well as the tip Ant had left her when he’d quit, they weren’t going to be short of cash in any way.

  The idea of that, combined with her exposure under the desk, and the four men crawling around on the floor taking pictures of her like that, brought a flush to her face.

  “While the guys are busy down there for the next couple of minutes, why don’t you lose the camisole and put the jacket back on.”

  The costume change was a surprise for Kayla; so far he’d never asked her to put anything back on! It had been lose this, lose that, strip this off, etc., all the way. While the other four were busy it made sense, but Chris still stood there watching her. She crossed her arms and grabbed the hem of the garment and the look she gave him was full of reproach.

  “Perk of the job, sweetie, perk of the job.”

  Still, it wasn’t anything he hadn’t already seen, and given the events in the warehouse shoot, probably something he hadn’t touched before. She whipped the camisole over her head and tossed it on the desk. The jacket was out of reach but Chris stepped forward and picked it up, passing it to her so she didn’t have to disturb the activity below the desk by changing her position. Throughout the process his eyes never left her chest. The guys started to resurface, kneeling on the floor as she finished buttoning the jacket closed.

  “Good girl, now we’re going to repeat the earlier sequence with you on the desk, only this time with the jacket rather than the cami. Only thing is, sweetie, I said you could put the jacket back on—I didn’t say button it up…unbutton it again, please.”

  Kayla flushed. He’d caught her out in an assumption, and his approach had publicly drawn attention to the fact she was now naked under the jacket. She closed her eyes and visualized herself back on the desk—her arms behind her as she leaned back, the jacket thrown open exposing her bare breasts. Her breathing quickened again and she could feel her nipples distended and rubbing against the inside of the jacket.

  She resumed the earlier pose, and Chris moved to stand to one side, but behind her, while the four guys concentrated in front of her.

  “Kayla, I want you to sit still, sweetie, close your eyes and try for a dreamy kind of smile. I’m going to move in and slowly pull the jacket open and then back on your arms. The guys aren’t going to take pictures of me doing that, just in-between. Okay.”

  She thought Chris had worked out she had some kind of fantasy every time she closed her eyes, and he was right. This time he’d instructed her to do so and as her eyes closed lurid images appeared on her closed eyelids. Her mind transported her back to the feeling of five sets of hands massaging the oily cleanser into her skin during the earlier shoot. She felt his hands brush against her breasts as he pulled the lapels of the jacket apart and shuddered both at the contact, and the memory, of those hands touching her, fondling and caressing her breasts, her thighs, her stomach and, finally, her pussy. The camera shutters clicked and then paused again—she felt his fingers on her shoulders and then on her arms as he drew the jacket back and off. Her lips parted and her tongue flicked out to moisten them as her thoughts continued. Her hips bucked against the table as she remembered one of them touching her slit, then a finger probing gently just inside her vagina.

  Chris stepped clear again and the camera started to click once more as she posed for them, her breasts in the open and the skirt failing to cover her pussy which was throbbing as her arousal built. Once more the cameras stopped and she guessed Chris had signalled them. This time his hands went to her waist and he started to gather the fabric of the skirt toward her waist, exposing more and more of her thighs and an even better view of her pussy.

  “You want this, don’t you, Kayla?” His mouth was close to her ear and he breathed the question as a whisper that she doubted would carry to the four men only feet in front of her. “Don’t you? Kayla? You want these men to feast their eyes on your tits.” He jerked the skirt higher exposing her mound to them in its entirety. “And your cunt.”

  She grunted, and her hips jerked as a spasm swept through her, his crude language having more of an effect that she’d expected. He laughed softly and continued to verbally torment her.

  “There, they can see everything you’ve got now…your tits…your cunt…even up inside your cunt…”

  Each time he paused, her body jerked as another spasm swept through her and she moaned aloud once more as the precursors of another orgasm began to sweep through her, lifting her higher and higher. The cameras resumed shooting and she guessed he’d stepped back out of shot once more. Her legs ached from holding the position and she panted for breath.

  “And…that’s a wrap.”

  Her eyes snapped open to see the four men lowering their cameras and Chris appeared in front of her again, holding out her camisole top to her.

  “Time to get dressed again, Kayla. You can use the ladies if you want.”

  She swung her legs back out from under her body, in the process noticing how exposed she’d actually been, far more than she’d guessed. She tugged the jacket back up her arms and wrapped it around her torso, sliding to the edge of the desk and standing up on shaky legs. At least the sanctuary of the ladies was only a few steps away—she tottered over there trying not to lose her balance and pushed the door open, her camisole dangling from the fingers of one hand. She stepped forward allowing the door to swing shut behind her but something stopped it. She glanced back over her shoulder to see Chris’s hand stopping the door closing as he looked back over his shoulder.

  “Relax for five minutes, guys.”

  He turned his face back to her and motioned for her to step into the small restroom. She did so and he swung the door closed behind him and, leaning against it then grinned at her.

  “Drop the jacket and the skirt.”

  “What?”

  He just looked at her. “Do it, Kayla, we haven’t got long!”

  “Got long for what?”

  He sighed. “…Got long for you to release those pent up tensions so you can be relaxed at the start of the next shoot. Lose them, sweetie. Don’t worry—I’m not going to touch you.”

  She let the jacket slip off her shoulders, dropping it and the camisole to the floor. He moved closer and she licked her lips as she reached for the small zip at the side of the skirt and, once it was open, wriggled the skirt over her hips where it slid down to her ankles. She stepped out of it and turned around, bending at the waist rather than the knees to pick them up.

  Chris moved quicker than she expected him to.

  Smack!

  “Ow!”

  She stood up quickly, turned round to face him and glared at him. His eyes swept up and down the length of her naked body and she could sense the heat in his gaze and shuddered. It was nice to be wanted, but this was her husband’s friend and currently her employer, and she was naked in private with him!

  “What was that for?”

  “To remind you who’s paying you, today.”

  “Why did I need a reminder?”

  “Because you didn’t do as you were told, when you were told.”

  “Oh.”

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�Now you’ve got a choice—either you make yourself relax in the next couple of minutes and get dressed again, or you diddle yourself for the same length of time so you cum, then clean yourself up and get dressed. Either way, you come out of here relaxed and smiling and ready for the next shoot, or I get cross. Understood?”

  She swallowed hard. “I assume you want to watch.”

  “Well, only if you take option two—who wouldn’t want to watch a beautiful woman like you cum? But…I’ll pass. You’ve got five minutes.”

  He swung the door open behind him and backed out, leaving Kayla a little confused. She’d half expected him to touch her, to fondle and grope her, and she’d been partly prepared to defend herself from him. Instead, he’d left her naked and turned on, panting in heat from the recent shoot—alone, and with five minutes to get ready for the next shoot.

  Chapter 7

  Having nothing to brush her hair with, Kayla had done the best she could before exiting the restroom. She smiled at the five men waiting for her, and then realized Steve was sitting in the big chair behind the desk. There were some papers strewn over the desk as if he’d been working. She remembered him getting changed in the bus at the same time as the other guys were watching her get dressed. He wasn’t wearing a suit jacket but his shirt and tie made him look reasonable and his salt and pepper hair made him look professional. She remembered Chris had said something about Steve being in the next scene with her and she guessed it was going to play out right here, some form of boss/secretary skit.

  It was almost as if Chris was filming a video or teaching these guys how to do so, but she knew they were shooting stills and, clearly, this was a shoot where the sequence of pictures would tell a story. Chris was busy pulling something from one of the cases—she’d assumed it had contained the lights, but when his hand emerged holding a standard office telephone she knew it was a props bag.

  The telephone was arranged on the corner of the desk and both Chris and Steve grinned at her. The others fiddled with their cameras and got ready for the shoot. Nerves sent her stomach fluttering once more, but she complied when Chris motioned for her to sit at the desk—on the smaller chair, facing Steve. Since the skirt was so short it rode up exposing her stocking-tops as she sat, but Steve wouldn’t be able to see them from where he was sitting. The photographer gestured for her to cross her legs right over left, so she exposed her thigh to the guys and when he was satisfied, moved to a position out of shot.