by Bridy McAvoy
“The next outfit is in my office. You can change in there.”
Stan gestured toward his well-lit, glass-fronted office.
“Yeah, right.”
He laughed.
“Don’t worry, there’s blinds on the windows. You’ll have privacy, and we’ll be busy anyway, setting the lights up for the next set. It takes time, you know.”
Still feeling a little suspicious, she walked over toward the open office door. Once there, she closed the blinds and stepped back out to ensure they afforded privacy, before stepping back inside and examining the clothes hanging there. One glance was enough.
“Stan!”
“What, sweetie?”
“I’m not wearing that!”
She held up the hanger containing the white string bikini and waited for him, a frown on her face.
“Why not? It looks good to me.”
“I bet, you lech!”
He grinned at her.
“Most motor ads contain beautiful young women, dressed in bikinis, draped over the cars. The stands at the main motor shows are full of them. What’s wrong with it?”
“It’s a bit small.”
“Well it’s legal, and it covers the important bits. Now, hurry up.”
He turned back to the others as they began to move the lights, stands and all, to surround the red IS Saloon in another part of the showroom. Somewhat defeated, Joanne allowed her temper to cool and walked back into the office, firmly shutting the door behind her. She was surprised to see there was a key in the lock on the inside, which she quickly turned, guaranteeing her privacy. Knowing how much of a thrill Stan had gotten all those years earlier by seeing her naked body, she looked round the room. It only took a moment to spot the CCTV camera in the corner of the room.
Nice try, guys!
She giggled to herself, realizing her discovery of the camera had relaxed her to the point she was seriously considering donning the tiny bikini for them. Putting her fingers behind the fabric, she held it up to the light to check if it was opaque, which it was. Pursing her lips, she slipped her jacket off, moved the visitor’s chair into the corner below the camera, and climbed onto the chair to hang the jacket over the camera.
One at a time, she slipped out of each item of her clothing. As soon as she was topless, she pulled the bikini top into place and straightened the strings. They needed a certain amount of adjustment, but finally she was satisfied that it was secure. Finally, she slipped her panties down her legs and pulled the bottoms into place, adjusting them as well. The front was a good fit, but she knew the strings at the back exposed her ass far more than her normal bikini would. Slipping her heels back on, she took a deep breath and opened the door, before confidently walking out into the main body of the showroom. Joanne was instantly greeted with a set of wolf whistles that voiced the admiration on the three faces of the men.
She sashayed over to the car and without waiting for instructions moved around to the bonnet and perched there.
* * * *
“Final outfit, Joanne, and then we’re done.”
Joanne smiled at Stan. The last thirty minutes moving around in various poses, on and next to the exterior of the car, had had an effect on her. Once, she’d accidentally snagged the back tie of her bikini on the windscreen wiper and pulled it half undone. Luckily, she’d managed to grab the bikini before it became too loose. The near escape from a serious flash had brought a flush to her face. Stan and the others had taken it as embarrassment again, but she knew better. She’d finished the set, lying face down on the bonnet of the car, legs akimbo, as they persuaded her to undo the tie again to leave her back naked to their camera lenses.
The whole situation, the sexual danger and tension she felt, had gotten her wound up, her nipples protruding, and she knew she was damp between her legs and that her pussy lips had started to swell with arousal and were probably pushing against the tight fabric of the bikini.
Closing the office door behind her, she leaned back against it for a minute and closed her eyes. Visions of the men talking her out of her clothes, one item after another, until she was finally stark naked in front of them, flashed through her mind, causing her breathing to quicken even more. Tentatively, she reached down and ran her hand over the outside of the bikini bottoms. Joanne could feel the crotch panel was damp.
Pull yourself together, girl.
She stopped her reverie before her fingertip inspection progressed into something more, something intimate; determined to suppress the lewd feelings flowing through her body, she reached for the last hanger.
At first, she wasn’t sure if the dusky pink, almost red, dress was actually a dress, or simply a slip. Holding it against herself, she could see it was extremely short, perfect for the kind of shot they’d been taking of her getting in and out of the convertible. The top was deeply cut, a real cleavage-showing plunge, and the straps, although not exactly shoestring, were too thin to allow her to wear a bra underneath it.
Checking that her jacket was still hanging over the CCTV camera, she quickly undid the ties of the bikini, put her own panties back on, and pulled the slinky, silky dress over her head. Once she’d adjusted the bodice, she was relieved to see it covered more than she’d expected it to, showing off her cleavage without being obscene in its level of display. She checked her reflection in the mirror the guys had hung on the wall for her, and was pleased with the way the color of the dress complimented her brown hair. Filing this information away for future use, when she was next clothes shopping, she turned to check the rear view. Joanne instantly spotted the problem. There was a very, very clear visible panty line, both around her waist and around the tops of her legs. Immediately, she knew as soon as the men saw this that Stan would say something and ask her to remove her panties. In her partially aroused state, although the idea of removing them in front of them men had its attraction, she knew there was a better solution available. Quickly, she reached up under the dress and pulled her panties down, stepping out and very deliberately leaving them in the middle of the floor, where, if any of the men glanced in, they’d see them.
Feeling very wicked, with the exposure implicit in her lack of underwear, she unlocked the office door and walked out toward the third vehicle where they had set up their equipment. Joanne was surprised to see it wasn’t a brand new Lexus, but rather a slightly older SUV, with the backdoor wide open and the lights all pointing into its cavernous rear. She raised an eyebrow in question to Stan, who simply shrugged.
“We thought we’d try something slightly different for the final set.”
As he was speaking, his eyes were lasciviously running up and down the length of her body. She was certain he could tell she wasn’t wearing anything under the short dress. The lack of a bra was obvious to anyone, but his experienced eyes had focussed on her lower regions. The other two were further way, and although taking a keen interest, were not so astute as their manager.
“Commando? Well done, sweetie. I thought you might have to with that dress.”
Joanne snorted.
“I’m perfectly sure you planned it that way.”
Stan merely smiled and stood to one side to allow her to approach the vehicle. Joanne refrained from asking the kind of questions that had almost gotten her into trouble earlier, so merely waited for them to tell her what they wanted her to do.
“We want to demonstrate the versatility of the seating in this SUV. We’ll keep changing the seating configuration, and have you move around inside the vehicle. Okay?”
Joanne couldn’t sense any danger in what Stan was asking, and nodded and smiled at the older man, who still hadn’t taken her eyes off her body.
“Now, climb into the back of the SUV for us. Sit on the floor, and lean back against the seat cushion that side. Hang on a minute.”
Stan moved toward her and quickly lowered the back of the seat on the other side of the car. With it folded over like this, it provided her with a natural place to place one elbow, which she proceede
d to do.
“That’s really nice, but can you lean over to the side, lift your hand, and lean your head against it? Perfect. Now lean a bit further… a bit further. Excellent. What do you say, guys?”
The other two men nodded enthusiastically, and Joanne, still feeling comfortable, smiled back at them.
“Now, lift your left leg and place the heel of your shoe on the back bumper. Rest your other wrist on the knee. That’s really nice, stay like that. Smile. Show us some teeth.”
She felt comfortable, bathed in Stan’s compliments as he continued to refine the pose. Suddenly, she remembered the fact she was sans underwear and glanced down to reassure herself the dress had fallen between her legs to cover any embarrassing slips. It had, so she breathed a long sigh of relief before once again smiling for the cameras.
“Okay. That shot was perfect, real ‘Car Buyer’ front cover material. Now, hop out for a moment while we adjust the seats once more.”
Joanne watched as the three men, clearly experts in their job, transformed the rear seating into a flat padded floor. She closed her eyes to play the image of her stretched out wantonly in the back of the big vehicle, both heels on the back bumper, her legs spread obscenely open. She shuddered and noticed her nipples had grown hard again at the thought.
“Now, please move over to the car again, Joanne. Lean forward and place both hands on the seating.”
She did as she was told, suddenly sober as she realized the skirt of the dress had slid up her thighs with her movement. It was still not showing too much but if any of the guys dropped to floor level to shoot up her skirt she would certainly be exposed. She looked back over her shoulder, but could only see Stan and Chris. A noise in front of her, as the passenger door opened, drew her attention back to the front. Jeff was climbing into the front seat of the SUV, and grinned at her over the seat back.
“Lift one knee onto the edge and move yourself further into the car. Perfect.”
Concerned she would be flashing too much of her body, Joanne kept her movements as small and as smooth as possible. Trying to move one knee onto the padding was difficult, but not impossible, for her. Keeping her legs tightly closed together while she did it was.
“Now, the other leg.”
Joanne brought her other leg up quickly, glad to cover her fears of exposure. The problem was, moving too quickly, she almost overbalanced. To compensate, and prevent herself sprawling in a wanton pile of arms and legs, she shuffled her body until she was on her hands and knees, with her knees spaced apart for balance.
“That’s brilliant, Joanne; hold it.”
She could hear Stan and Chris’ cameras clicking away behind her. There was a sudden flash of light in front of her and she knew Jeff was taking photos, too. She looked up at him to see an almost wolf-like grin on his face. The camera flashed again, dazzling her. The camera in front of his face was angled slightly downwards, and for a moment she wondered why. Joanne glanced down and immediately realized the front of the dress was hanging down, slightly away from her body, and he could probably see all of her breasts, down to the nipples.
Joanne sucked in a deep breath, feeling both trapped by the situation and reluctantly turned on by her exposure. She felt, rather than heard, Stan come close to her raised backside.
“I’m going to lift the skirt up a little. Show more of those gorgeous legs of yours.”
Before she could say anything she felt his hands on her waist and he slowly began to gather the silky material up, lifting the hem a further couple of inches. She held her breath as he did so, letting it out in a gasp as she felt him stop, only for the dress to fall back into its natural place.
“Damn. Sorry, honey, the dress fabric is too slippery. Can you hold it in one place with one hand, without spoiling the shot for Jeff?”
Joanne had been starting to straighten up at his words, but relaxed back again, thinking hard about how she could do what he asked, keep her balance, and, more importantly, keep her modesty covered. Finally, she slowly slid her left hand back across the plush upholstery and then slid her hand up her leg until it reached the bottom edge of the dress. Taking a deep breath, she slowly slid her hand higher, stopping after a couple of inches.
“Higher, sweetie.”
She was in a quandary; she knew if she lifted the skirt much higher, she would be flashing her naked ass, and probably pussy, at the two cameramen behind her. Indeed, if either of them bent down, she probably was already. This realisation sent a shudder through her body and a jolt of electricity flowed through her nerves from her loins up to her brain and back down again. She gasped as the sensory jolt hit her full force, and she realized she’d had a small orgasm at her own thoughts.
“That shimmy was nice. Can you do it again?”
Stan’s comment sank home, and she knew at that moment she was prepared to go much further than she had been a couple of hours earlier when she’d gotten out of her own car.
“Don’t be cheeky!”
Her words brought a series of chuckles, and she noticed Jeff had now climbed out of the front passenger seat and was opening the rear door, before leaning into the car much closer to her.
“You are such a beautiful lady. Such great ti… breasts.”
His whispered comment echoed around her brain as she saw him lean in close to take picture after picture, straight down the gaping front of her dress, while she was powerless to cover up and prevent it.
“May I?”
Without waiting for her response, he brought one hand to her left shoulder. A moment later Jeff flicked the thin strap off her shoulder and onto her arm, where it slid down a couple of inches.
Joanne licked her lips as he took more pictures, and then she heard the other rear door open. Chris appeared in a mirror image position to Jeff.
“Very nice view, Jeff. Don’t keep it all to yourself.”
The two men chuckled as Joanne remained very still. Without even speaking to her, let alone asking for permission, Chris grasped the other shoulder strap and dropped it down onto her arm to mirror the left one. She felt the car bounce slightly as the two men moved closer to her. Acting together, they both slowly pulled the straps lower and lower down her arms with one hand, while continuing to use the other hand to manipulate their cameras and take shot after shot of her slowly emerging breasts.
Breathing heavily, Joanne knew that very shortly she would be topless in front of the three men. Not only topless, but close to being fully exposed from behind as well. Involuntarily, her fingers tightened where they gripped the skirt fabric, inadvertently pulling it another half an inch higher.
“You got those video cameras set up yet, Stan?”
Joanne’s moth dropped open in shock and she would have moved, but her position was too precarious.
“Sure have. The monitor from the floor camera is fucking awesome.”
She shuddered, now knowing that her worst fear, and possibly greatest fantasy, of the evening was happening. Obviously, Stan had positioned a camera down at floor level pointing straight up her skirt. From that position, he would clearly be able to focus on her naked ass, and equally naked pussy. At that moment, the two men in front of her eased the shoulder straps far enough back her arms for the dress to fall clear of her breasts. As her nipples swung free in the open air, she felt Stan’s hands on her waist and she knew what was coming. He quickly jerked the fabric of the dress up, bunching it around her waist, in the process drawing it clear of the unresisting fingers with which she’d been holding it.
“Wow, Joanne, your ass is amazing. Much better than I remember it.”
She could feel his hands moving down from her waist to gently run over her naked ass, down toward the junction with her legs. She shuddered once more, involuntarily shaking both her breasts and her ass for the watching men.
Stan’s finger slid into the crevice between her ass cheeks and continued down. As it passed over the crinkled opening to her anus, she shuddered once more. This was not Stan’s target though as his
finger dipped lower, between her legs to slide along her slit.
“She’s wet alright, guys.”
Joanne brought her hand back to provide herself with a more secure perch, on her hands and knees, and allowed the two men in front of her to draw the dress further down her body. Lifting one hand at a time, she provided them with the opportunity, enthusiastically taken, to slip the shoulder straps of the dress completely clear of her arms. The dress was now nothing more than a fabric swatch around her waist. She closed her eyes as the guys leaned closer and each grasped a breast in their hand. All the while their cameras continued to click, although it was now obvious to all four of them that the photo shoot was over and something else was in progress.
For the first time in her life, she could feel more than one pair of hands on her as Jeff played with one breast, Chris with the other, and Stan continued to run the fingertips of one hand slowly, teasingly, up and down her slit. His other hand was gently kneading one cheek of her ass. Joanne was breathing in panting gasps, desperately trying to suck oxygen into her lungs, as her senses became more and more saturated with the desire building like a fire inside her.
“Oh, God!”
“What do you want him to do, Joanne?”
She shuddered at the lewd question.
“Not him… you.”
“What do you want me to do, Joanne?”
Stan’s teasing voice played with her mind; she knew what she wanted to say, but couldn’t quite bring herself to say it. As Stan’s finger began to travel back up the length of her slit, she pushed herself backward, very deliberately engulfing the tip, impaling herself on it.
“I think she’s ready, boys.”
The other two had felt her movements as well and knew what she’d just done to herself, indeed was still doing, as she continued to hump and grind against the finger she’d captured. With a certain reluctance, they let go of her breasts and backed out of the side doors of the car.
