Kayla - The First Four Weeks

by Bridy McAvoy

  Kayla didn’t have to look down to know her nipples had sprung erect, didn’t need to check anything to know she was getting moist, if not all the way wet, from her exposure, which continued to work its standard magic on her, more so every second.

  She climbed the three steps, walked under the huge porch canopy and approached the imposing double door. There was an old fashioned bell to one side and, although she knew the guys inside knew of, and had watched her approach, she moved over to it and pulled the cord to ring it.

  Several seconds went past and the door didn’t open. She looked round at Chris in confusion to see he’d now climbed out of the car and was watching her over its roof. He pantomimed ringing it again so she pulled it hard this time.

  The handle of the door moved and the door cracked open a couple of inches and she saw Steve’s face smiling through the crack.

  “Who is it?”

  “Very funny! Open up.”

  He laughed and did as she said, opening the door wide and standing to one side to allow her to enter the marble floored space. The other three were there, cameras as ever in front of their faces, snapping away. Wordlessly, Steve picked up his camera and joined them. She struck a hip shot pose, pushing her left hip out and throwing her shoulders back to push her breasts at them.

  Chris walked through the door behind her, pushing it closed. The satisfying thud of it hitting the door jamb and closing out the outside world brought a sigh of relief from Kayla who allowed her posture to return to normal as the guys all put their cameras down.

  Just as on the previous occasion, Kayla found herself the center of attention as four men tried to shake her hand and engage in small talk with herself naked except for the stockings and heels and the guys fully dressed. Chris hung back, watching her coping with them, a small smile playing across his face as he enjoyed her obvious discomfort. She kept shooting him glances, sometimes murderous ones, but he just kept smiling and watching the four middle-aged men surrounding her. After about ten minutes he clapped his hands together softly and waited for Kayla to turn her attention to him as the men fell silent.

  “Okay, we’ve had our bit of fun, but we have loads of work to do day, so let’s get going. Did you set the clothes racks up in the spare bedroom as I asked?”

  Brad nodded.

  “Good. Kayla, come on…you actually have the luxury of a proper dressing room today. Better facilities than last week.”

  “Spare bedroom?”

  “Yeah, the master bedroom is spectacular and we’ll use it for several shoots for sure, the en-suite is incredible, too. So, I’m afraid the spare room is the one you’ll have to make do with as a dressing room. Mind you,” he chuckled, “it’s bigger than our master bedroom. Come on, it’s through here.”

  As he led her deeper into the single story house she caught a glimpse into each of the rooms they passed. The kitchen—all stainless steel and shining, was huge, as was the lounge which, on its own was bigger than the whole ground floor of her own home!

  “Jeez. This place is a mansion.”

  “You haven’t seen half of it, sweetie. But you know the best bit about this house?”

  “No, what?”

  “You!”

  Chris’s compliment caught her off-guard and she could feel the blood rushing to her face.

  “Behave!”

  He chuckled. “Didn’t do anything, sugar—just gave you a compliment.”

  She’d managed to almost forget her nudity but Chris’s words had brought that realization flooding back and her blush deepened.

  He stood to one side and ushered her through a door into an opulent bedroom. Two small hanging racks of clothes had been pushed into the room and she could see Teri’s professional makeup kit set up on the dressing table in front of the mirror. If this room was the guest room, then the main bedroom had to be truly awesome.

  He nodded toward two doors to her left. “First one is a dressing room, but that’s effectively off limits—your stuff is all here. The other open is the en-suite—a bit utilitarian compared to the master, but still very nice. Not that you’ll get a lot of time today in here.”

  She cocked her head on one side and watched him as he walked past her and sat on the end of the bed a few feet in front of her.

  “Most of the daylight is going to be spent on quick change outfits, not leisurely set-up shoots. Your outfits are in the numbered bags on the first hanger. Once the light starts to fade we’ll have a change of pace and you’ll have more time to get ready. The outfits for the evening and all important night shoots are on the second rail. For now, it’s get changed and get back out for the next shoot in as short a time as possible. Okay?”

  She nodded, having taken in what he said, but her attention had been caught by the tall glass ranch doors next to the bed. She walked over and looked outside. The back of the house was, if anything, more impressive than the front—a straight sided U shape enclosing a decked area. In the middle was a huge water feature, several feet high built up from large rocks with water cascading down it. Next to that was a large sunken hot-tub—as Chris had said, an eight or ten person model. Beyond that a lawned area swept down to a stand of the ubiquitous trees that screened the property from all sides.

  She saw movement from the corner of her eyes and watched the four men emerge from another set of doors further round and look at her. She remembered then she was nude and, gasping, stepped back, bumping into Chris who had stepped up behind her.

  “See that silver plate on the frame?”

  She nodded.

  “Touch it.”

  She leaned over and did so, and instantly the glass went an opaque white and the lights in the room came on.

  “This room is your private domain, sweetie. When I leave, someone will only come in after knocking and being told they can enter. Understood?”

  She blew out the breath she’d been holding and nodded once more. Kayla was conscious of the bulge in the front of his trousers, accidentally on purpose nestling against the crack of her butt. She stepped forward to break the contact and turned to face him once more.

  “Okay, I got the idea. Thank you. Now, are you going to let me get ready?”

  “Sure.”

  “Oh…one thing. I think I left my bag in the car…you know, the rest of my shoes? Without the bag I’ve only got the pair I’m wearing.”

  “One of the guys’ll bring it. I have to move the car, anyway. We’ll see you in the kitchen in, shall we say, fifteen minutes?”

  “Fine.”

  He left, closing the door behind him and Kayla moved over to the dressing table and checked her makeup. Chris had said keep it minimal for the day—just touch up. Similarly with the hair, until later.

  She was brushing powder on her face when there was a soft knock on the door. Concentrating on her face, she called out. “Enter.”

  The door opened and Brad walked in, carrying her holdall with her entire supply of high heels in it. Belatedly, she remembered she was still bare assed naked and let out a little squeal, but Brad put the bag down near the foot of the bed and grinned at her.

  “Your shoes.”

  “Er…Thanks.”

  “No worries.”

  He turned and left and she made sure she heard the door click shut behind him, before returning to the business of ensuring her makeup was perfect, while at the same time trying to suppress a shiver at the way the short encounter had played out. She’d been fine with her nudity until his burning glance had reminded her of her undressed state. She’d seen the way his cock had twitched in his trousers as he’d looked her up and down, sitting there in front of the dressing table, her back to him, but her breasts exposed in the reflection in the mirror.

  Her nipples had filled with blood again under his gaze and she knew they’d scratch against whatever underwear Chris wanted for the shoot. The clock above the dresser told her she’d used half her allocated time already so, rising to her feet, she padded across the room to the rail of clothing, having k
icked off her shoes under the dressing table. When she lifted the bag labeled one off the rack it felt light and when she unzipped it, it only took a glance inside to confirm why. She giggled and shook her head as she pulled the two pieces of silk from the bag, a camisole and matching French knickers—and then noticed the rolled up pair of red fishnet stockings in the bottom of the bag.

  “Jeez!”

  She looked around, guilty at realizing she’d been talking to herself, and sat on the bed to remove the white stockings and pull the red fishnets on. Once on, she pulled the French knickers up her leg and tried to pull them tight against her waist. In fact, they were rather a loose fit there, and an even looser one round her legs. She looked in the mirror over the dresser and turned side on, bent her knee and bent over. A large portion of her ass slid into view and she knew, without a doubt, from a different angle her pussy would be on show as well. The camisole was tiny but still loose fitting and, as soon as she pulled it into place, one shoulder strap slipped off revealing her breast almost as far down as the top of her areola.

  Kayla looked through her bag and pulled out her red patent heels then sat on the bed to pull them into place on her feet, working one leg at a time. A knock sounded on the door as she stood up so, instead of saying come in, she walked to the door and opened it. As she pulled the door open the strap slipped down again and she almost exposed her breast to Chris who stood there.

  “Ah, you’re ready. Good. Come on.”

  “Don’t you think I’m a bit underdressed for a kitchen shoot?”

  Chris laughed and shook his head. “You wait till you see the dining room outfit, let alone the tennis gear.”

  She pouted at him and decided to ask a question while they walked back toward the kitchen and the other guys.

  “So…I’m curious. I guess I should have asked you before but never got the chance. What do you guys do while I’m getting ready between shoots?”

  His smile was tight and she could see he was thinking about making fun of her.

  “You mean other than jack off?”

  “Chris!”

  He shrugged as she felt herself blush once more. A shiver ran down her spine and the strap fell off her shoulder again. She rolled her eyes and pulled it back into place.

  “Sorry, couldn’t resist that one. We move the lights and get set up for the next shoot, or pack them away if we’re going to move. Then I go over what’s to come and what they need to do to get the next shoot right. If there’s time then, if you’re slow, I run over a few of the pictures they’ve got from the previous shoot. That’s normally the Friday night session though, rather than done on the day.”

  Chapter 5

  They turned into the kitchen and Chris clapped his hands together.

  “Right, guys, here she is, and she’s so eager to begin she’s falling out of her clothes already!”

  She shot him a dark look and then did a blushing pirouette as he twirled his fingers in a gesture she’d come to recognize. The four mature students grinned their appreciation.

  “Where do you want me?”

  Her blush intensified as the other shoulder strap fell down and the men laughed at her accidental double entendre.

  “We’ll answer that one later, sweetie. For now, please climb onto one of those stools at the breakfast bar.”

  She moved past the students and put one foot on the rest and lifted herself into the seat. She’d been right—the whole kitchen seemed to be professional grade stainless steel. From where she sat she could see flashes of red everywhere—at least seven or eight reflections of herself. She eyed the banana tree, complete with fake stainless steel banana in front of her with suspicion but kept quiet. If they hadn’t thought about it, she didn’t want to put the idea in their heads. Kayla knew though, the problem was the idea was now in her head, her body reacting to both it and the near exposure to them all when the strap fell down, and her nipples were tenting out the camisole already. As if connected telepathically to her mind, the left shoulder strap chose that minute to slip down as well.

  “Damn!”

  She looked up from her reverie in confusion as the men chuckled, then realized she’d spoken aloud.

  “We’re going to be doing something different here, so it’s very important you only move slowly and don’t make any big movements, please, Kayla. This time around none of the cameras are going to be pointing at you.”

  Kayla was confused. “What?”

  “That’s right—each of the guys is going to be shooting one of your reflections. We’ve been practicing the positions with Phil and Andy sitting in for you, but they weren’t very good substitutes and Phil, in particular, looked lousy in red silk.”

  Kayla giggled—that image was just too much.

  “And I’ve noticed you eyeing up the banana there…you’re right, it does have a use, and it’s not to slice into custard. So just sit still while the guys get their reflections how they want them.”

  Kayla fought to control her breathing—as far as she was concerned there was only one use the steel banana could have and that wasn’t something she was looking forward to.

  Three of the guys crouched down on the floor in front of cupboard doors and opened them to get the angle they wanted, rested something behind the open doors to stop them shutting again. The fourth moved to stand opposite her, the other side of the polished surface of the breakfast bar. Steve was going for a much closer shot than the others and, if one of them was going to be different—to be more in your face, then she’d have guessed on Steve. She smirked to herself—from there he wouldn’t be able to see what was happening below waist level, then remembered when approaching the breakfast bar she’d noticed you could see through it, and when Steve dropped out of direct sight, she guessed the underside of the counter was polished steel too.

  This time when she cursed she kept it quiet enough—no-one heard her, or at least no one reacted.

  “Right. Shall we get started before Kayla has a wardrobe malfunction and starts without us?”

  Kayla smiled at Chris, his attempt to get her to relax working—at least a little bit.

  “So, since those straps don’t seem to like staying there, why don’t you drop both off your shoulders? Good. Good girl. Now, turn on the stool a little—in fact, a quarter left, then turn a half circle and face a quarter right. Spread your feet along the footrest a bit…excellent. Very sexy pose. Arch your back…good. Now, lift your arms up and shake your hair out a bit…perfect.”

  To Kayla, his poses felt a bit staid and dated. Something she’d have seen in an illicit peek at an old girlie magazine while she was growing up. Compared to what had happened in the last couple of weeks, in particular they seemed, just…tame. She rationalized he was taking it slowly, more for her benefit than anybody else’s. There again, he’d made her do the naked walk in the door so she didn’t see the point.

  “Everybody happy with their reflections?”

  The coin dropped for her. He was simply setting things up, making sure that when she moved the guys could concentrate properly on her reflection—it was going to get more interesting very soon.

  Steve held his hand up to stop proceedings.

  “Steve?”

  “It’s not working—she’s not tall enough!”

  Even Kayla had to laugh but realized he might have a point—they’d sorted out their positions using one of the guys, all of whom were several inches taller than her.

  Chris stepped in, lifting one of the bar stools from next to Kayla and carrying it round to Steve.

  “Kneel on there but, for God’s sake, don’t fall off it! We don’t have time for a trip to A&E today.”

  Steve pulled the stool into position and climbed up to kneel on it. Kayla thought he looked none too steady but it wasn’t her problem, so she waited for Steve to signal he was ready and for Chris to restart the shoot.

  “Good. Happy now.”

  The only one in front of her was Steve so she saw his thumbs up and, when Chris started
again, she knew the others must have signaled him, too.

  “Hook the straps back on your shoulders, sweetie, then put your feet to opposite sides of the footrest and rise to your feet. Hook the heels inside the bar for stability with your toes pointed outward. Does that feel comfortable?”

  Kayla wanted to say not really, but she felt stable enough to nod.

  “Good girl. Now we want to see that slightly naughty grin on your face as you stretch one hand forward and just let the tip of that banana rest on the middle of your upturned palm…good girl. Now, jiggle it a little as if you’re testing the weight.”

  She did as he said and guessed the five inch long metal banana was solid—certainly it was heavy enough to be. It was cold to the touch and she shivered at the prospect of touching it elsewhere on her body.

  “Now, stroke it and let your eyes focus into the distance as if you’re thinking about doing something naughty with it. Open your mouth…lick your lips…let’s see that tongue dart out and wet them…good. Looks like the idea is turning you on…good. Now close your eyes and really fantasize about it.”

  She closed her eyes and images surged into her brain. Even if Chris hadn’t told her to do so, she’d have been thinking about the feel of the smooth metal sliding in and out of her wet slit. She shuddered and heard a soft moan come from her own lips as her free hand stole down from the counter top and onto her stomach, sliding easily between the camisole and the waistband of the French knickers.