Kayla - The First Four Weeks

by Bridy McAvoy

  “Very nice…and very naughty. Go with the flow, Kayla, I think you’ve got the idea.”

  Her fingers moved to stroke up the hanging replica fruit and she gently stroked the cool surface of the metal, letting her mouth hang partially open, and licked her lips. Her knees splayed outward and she tried to keep her balance as her hand crept below the waistband of the silk garment and began to ruffle through her blonde landing strip. A gasp left her mouth as her hand encountered her own wetness and her other hand convulsively grabbed the banana from its hanger and moved it toward her own body. Steve dropped from sight in front of her and she guessed he was now shooting from below the level of the counter. She was pretty sure he wasn’t bothering with the reflection any more, concentrating on her crotch direct, focusing on the tiny patch of silk covering her pussy between the gaping leg-holes of the sexy garment.

  She used one hand to torment her clit as she sank back to the seat of the stool, her hips tilted forward to provide both hands with access to her groin. The banana came to rest against her naked thigh between the stockings and the leg of the knickers and she gasped and moaned at its cold touch on her searing hot flesh.

  The legs of the knickers gaped wide on her legs and she slid the metal intruder up between the silk and her inner thigh until the end nestled securely against her outer labia.

  “You know you want to, Kayla. Do it…put it in…”

  “I can’t—not on this stool. It’s too precarious, I’ll fall.”

  Suddenly there were four sets of hands helping her, holding her steady as they gently disengaged her heels from where she’d hooked them over the rail, picking her up and laying her down on the cold marble floor. At some point during the process her top had slipped completely down on the left side baring her breast and the French knickers had pulled tight to the right, exposing her left leg all the way up to, and including, her exposed slit. Her hand hadn’t let go of the banana as they transferred her to a better position and, with a quick motion, she thrust the smooth narrow end of the curved piece of metal into herself. She moaned and gasped as she thrust it in and out of herself, her hips churning as the orgasm overtook her.

  She felt her ass cheeks slap against the cold marble floor, squirming and writhing as the waves of pleasure ran through her system. She panted for breath, trying to suck in oxygen as her hand kept pumping the now slick metal banana in and out of herself.

  “God!”

  “And…that’s a wrap.”

  She forced herself to let go of the stainless steel banana and it slipped out of her, then as she sat up, slipping out of the leg of the French knickers, it rolled noisily away across the expanse of marble floor between her splayed legs. She flushed guiltily, more embarrassed by that than by what she’d just done, and looked up into the smiling faces of four photographers surrounding her.

  “Is one of you going to be a gentleman and help a lady up?”

  Steve made a half-heard comment about her and lady, and she assumed there was a negative connecting them so glared at him. He half-waved an apology but it was Brad who helped her to her feet. She stood there on rocky legs and looked at Chris.

  “Excellent first shoot. Just change into the next costume, please, Kayla, and meet us in the dining room in about five minutes.”

  “Dining Room?”

  This was a room she’d not been shown so didn’t know exactly where it was.

  Chris jerked his thumb at the room opening off the other side of the kitchen and she saw the huge oak table in the middle—obvious if you knew where to look. She palmed her forehead and shrugged then pulled the camisole straight and moved toward the door back to the hall.

  “Ten minutes, sweetie, and don’t overrun, please—we’re on a schedule.”

  Chapter 6

  The next three shoots were similar—Kayla dressed in underwear without any clothes over the top, performing sex acts on herself in different rooms of the house. The dining room table in a matching black lace set, the lounge in a white lace set and, wearing just a short pink satin nightie with nothing underneath, posing on the steps down to the basement, which at least where clean.

  Each time they’d given her an object to place inside herself and then shot her orgasm before Chris told her to get changed. After the third set, Chris told her she had a longer break and could have a shower if she wanted. Kayla nodded thanks and headed back to the room she was using as her dressing room. Ten minutes later, sitting swathed in a towel and her hair wrapped in another, someone knocked on the door.

  “Yes?”

  Chris opened the door and stepped into the room. “Hi.”

  She smiled at the photographer, grateful for the brief moment of normalcy his brief greeting suggested to her.

  “You okay?”

  She thought about her answer for a moment. “I guess.”

  “You’re doing well, sweetie…very good. And we can tell you’re enjoying yourself, too.”

  She just looked at him.

  “Well…you are…I think that’s pretty obvious from the pictures I’ve seen.”

  Given those pictures of her had to include ones of her cumming hard, it was difficult for Kayla to disagree with him and she could tell from his smug expression he knew it was a no-lose argument. She frowned and then shrugged, returning to plying her foundation, touching up the ravages four orgasms had had on her makeup.

  “Lose the towel, sweetie.”

  “Why?”

  He chuckled. “Why not. It’s not covering anything I haven’t seen already.”

  She put the makeup brush down and sighed. He was right—and he would be seeing it all again soon, anyway. Given the circumstances, there seemed little point in maintaining any element of false modesty, despite her own misgivings. Kayla half-turned on the stool so she was more side on than back on to him and undid the tight knot above her breasts. The towel loosened and then fell away from her breasts. She sighed again, letting it fall all the way so it draped over the stool. She watched as his eyes followed the movement of the towel, travelling down her body before returning once more to her breasts for a few seconds and then back to her face.

  “Is that better?”

  He nodded.

  “Can I finish getting ready now? Or did you want me to lie on the bed legs akimbo so you could have your wicked way?”

  Chris winced at her sarcasm and blushed a little which showed Kayla the thought had been there, even if only in the back of his mind. After a moment he frowned at her and shook his head, coming back with a sarcastic response of his own.

  “Maybe later, sweetie, but we haven’t got time.”

  His eyes were dancing, twinkling under the overhead lights, reflecting the dressing table light, too, and she caught her breath, wishing she hadn’t said anything. A blush rose to her cheeks as he chuckled.

  “Got you that time, Kayla.”

  She stuck her tongue out at him which only made him laugh harder.

  “Seriously, sweetie…you need to know there’s an extra person here for the next shoot.”

  “What?”

  Her mouth dropped open as she registered his words, but Chris ploughed on, ignoring her interruption.

  “The realtor who lined up the deal for us this weekend—I kinda promised they could watch a couple of the shoots in return.”

  “You did what?”

  He held up his hands. “Don’t worry…they won’t touch you…come close to you or take any pictures of their own.”

  “They?”

  “Sorry, slip of the tongue—just the one person, that’s all. Honestly, you’ll be fine—it won’t really seem any different.”

  “Hmm…”

  He smiled at her. “You’ll be fine…honest.”

  “You already said that, but somehow I don’t believe you.”

  He shrugged. “Come on, you’ve got ten minutes and then we’re ready for you. If you like I’ll wait outside so you can get dressed in peace.”

  “Ten minutes? What about my hair?”

>   “Just towel or blow it, sweetie—the tousled look will be perfect for this shoot, anyway.” Chris rose from the bed where he’d perched on the side nearest to her and moved toward the door. “You’ve not seen the room we’re going to use for this shoot. It’s perfect—a belter of a location.”

  “Oh?”

  He gave her another of his cheesy grins and she shook her head in exasperation, knowing he wouldn’t tell her any more than he already had.

  She reached for the towel on her head and started to rub her hair dry with both hands knowing, just before he shut the door behind himself, he’d have been watching her breasts jiggle from the movement, his view of them in the mirror unobstructed.

  Working fast, she finished her makeup, pulled and brushed her hair into some semblance of order, walked over to the clothes rail and picked up the next numbered bag. She laid the bag on the bed and unzipped it, then stared at the contents in disbelief.

  It was an almost identical copy of the outfit she’d worn for the final shoot the previous week, although this time there was some pale lemon colored underwear to go with the school blouse, short plaid kilt and black tie. She giggled and shook her head at the corniness of the situation, not believing Chris wanted a repeat of the same shoot.

  Visions of the previous week swirled through her head, although she hadn’t been able to see what she’d looked like for most of the shoot, thanks to the blindfold. Her memories of how she’d felt was enough. She felt her nipples spring to attention inside the bra as she fastened it, her pussy slick already as she pulled the panties on. The kilt took only two seconds to fasten around her waist, but it took longer to button up the blouse and then fasten the tie with a proper knot. Checking the bag she found a pair of yellow fishnet stockings rather than knee socks and sighed once more. That, at least, was different, and she had to admit she was kind of thankful for the underwear, even if it was thin and relatively transparent.

  Chris knocked on the door as she pulled on the first of the stockings.

  “One minute.”

  “Okay, sweetie, just making sure.”

  She straightened the stocking and pulled the second one on, then swore under her breath.

  “Damn!”

  Chris knocked again.

  “Come in.”

  When he opened the door he was frowning. “What’s the problem, Kayla?”

  “Which damned shoes am I supposed to wear with this outfit?”

  Chris ran his eyes up and down her, checking the details of the entire outfit and nodded his approval.

  “I guess black pumps are best. You got the ones with the kitten heels with you?”

  She nodded.

  “There you go…problem solved.”

  She walked over to her bag, bending over to rummage through it for the pair of shoes he’d suggested. A wolf-whistle made her straighten up with a blush as she realized she’d flashed him a view of her ass in the short skirt.

  “Come on…time’s wasting.”

  “All right.”

  She crouched this time, knowing that displayed her thighs, but didn’t display her butt and found the second shoe at the bottom of the bag, then straightened up and slipped both shoes on her feet.

  “Ready.”

  Once more he gave her body the complete up and down survey that made her shudder. He smiled at her and motioned for the door.

  “You sure are dynamite, Kayla, pure dynamite.”

  * * * *

  “Here we are—this is the location for the next shoot. Welcome to the ultimate luxury, the home cinema, complete with every amenity.”

  Kayla walked through the door he opened and stopped in surprise. The low hum of conversation from the far side of the room stopped on her entrance and the group split up, the four men she knew moving to their cameras. Chris had been right, it was the last word in home luxury. There were eight or so plush seats in two rows of four across the room in front of a huge projection screen. What had brought her up short, though, was the other person in the room. Chris had warned her about the realtor being present but she’d expected another middle-aged man, not the tall brunette in her late twenties striding across the room to shake her hand.

  “You must be Kayla…hi, I’m Donna. Pleased to meet you.”

  Behind her Chris chuckled, clearly amused by her reaction to the other woman.

  “I…I…Sorry, he didn’t…”

  Donna threw her head back and laughed. “Let me guess—he didn’t tell you I was a woman…right?”

  Kayla nodded.

  “He’s a shit that way, as you probably already know. Loves his surprises. But don’t worry. I’m not into modeling and I’m not taking part in any of the pictures. I’m not gay either—just wanted to see what happens. In fact, if I appear even in the background of any picture, I’ll sue his balls off! He knows it, too! Right Chris?”

  “Yeah, and the guys know it too. Donna likes to watch and that’s it, so just dismiss her from your mind, and sit in one of the middle chairs of the second row.”

  Donna moved over to the far corner of the room, standing where she could see both the screen and the seat Chris had indicated for her. Kayla moved slowly over to take her seat, unsure of what was going to happen and made even more nervous by the attendance of the other woman. She sat down and was surprised how comfortable they were. They looked superficially like ordinary cinema chairs but were both larger and far more comfortable. The armrests had drinks holders built in and, when she accidentally pressed on the arm, an otherwise hidden compartment which was empty. She breathed a sigh of relief at that discovery, but then grimaced when Chris spoke.

  “Try the other side, sweetie.”

  This compartment opened the other way so the lid was toward her. She peered over it and sighed. A large shiny metal vibrator sat there, and there was only one possible place for that to go—that was pretty much obvious. Her eyes widened at a stray thought and she looked over to the side where Donna was leaning against the wall. The other woman couldn’t see into the compartment but her own horrified expression must have given the game away as Donna laughed.

  “You get comfortable, Kayla. You don’t need to worry about the toy at the minute. That’s for later.”

  The other photographers joined in with Chris’s throaty chuckle.

  “I want you to ignore the guys and watch the screen—they’re going to be trying to capture your reaction to what you see.”

  “Why…you going to show me a porno?”

  Chris laughed again and she saw Steve nudge Brad with his elbow.

  “Something like that…but not just any porno.”

  The screen came to life so she guessed there was a remote control somewhere near Chris. It stayed bright white as Chris gave final instructions to the others.

  “Remember guys, don’t take a light reading when the screen is white, as it is now—it’ll throw everything off. We want the screen to provide different lighting depending on what’s on there at the time. Don’t crowd too close—use your zoom—we don’t want shadows on Kayla’s face and we don’t want you blocking her view of our little feature, do we?”

  The way Chris had said not just any porno, and the possessive our in the final comment gave Kayla a cold hard knot in the pit of her stomach. There couldn’t be…, could there? Chris had been adamant that evening there was no video footage of her, even going so far as to take Ben to Frank’s Bar to prove it to him. Could there have been CCTV anywhere else that day? Was the screen going to light up with a video image of her in all her naked glory?

  The choice of clothing couldn’t be coincidental either—the video Chris was going to run had to be of that last sequence in the bar. She gasped as memories of everything that had happened while bound, blindfolded and helpless passed through her mind. The thought of seeing it for herself was one thing—bad enough; the thought of another woman, Donna, seeing it was even worse. Her eyes darted round the room from Donna, seemingly unconcerned but now leaning forward on one side—to the four guys
in front of her, cameras in front of their faces, and she’d already heard a couple of camera clicks. Finally, her gaze settled on Chris, the other side of her. He smiled, holding a long black object in his hand, which had to be the remote control for the complex set-up in the room, gesturing for her to return her attention to the screen.

  She guessed he pressed a button and a concealed high-end DVD player started somewhere in the room, connected to the screen in front of her, which was huge, almost filling the wall—she guessed about twelve feet wide by eight feet high

  The screen lit up with some straight forward black and white lettering.

  Steve, Andy, Brad and Phil present:

  The image stayed still for about ten seconds then changed.

  Kayla’s Big Performance.

  She bit her lip and again counted to about ten before the screen changed again.

  Starring Kayla as “The Naughty Schoolgirl”

  The lettering this time was much larger and edged in silver. At least they’d only used her first name—she then realized Chris would almost certainly never have told them her surname.

  She shut her eyes briefly and waited for the video to start. As the screen lit up with a huge image of her kneeling with the pole behind her, breasts hanging naked, her hands cuffed above her head the other side of the pole, and the skirt riding up her legs, she realized she’d been only half right.

  This wasn’t a video show of her at all—it was a collection of the photographs of the same event, downloaded onto a DVD and set to show an image every few seconds. She breathed a sigh of relief, then her eyes shot wide open in panic as she realized that Donna was going to see her nude on screen, as well as in the room and, at the same time, given the contents of the chair arm, with a vibrator stuffed into her pussy on screen and in life. She shuddered and tried to tear her eyes away from the screen but couldn’t as the image flicked to a new one, this time showing her ankles were cuffed as well as her wrists.

  She’d been right about the tie—the way it hung down between her breasts accentuated her nudity and focused attention on the pink protruding tips. She gasped at how provocative, how sexy she looked—restrained and vulnerable to whatever they did to her.