by Ciara Jones
Naked at School: The Photoshoot
By Ciara Jones
It had been explained to Molly several times. It was “just for fun”. It was “a simple thing”. It would be “over quickly” and “no one would be able to see anything anyway.”
But two words just kept pounding inside her head.
Nude calendar.
Nude calendar.
Nude. Calendar.
She’d seen last year’s. And the one from the year before. All the girls in it were covered up by carefully placed objects, Austin Powers-style. One year it was a cowboy theme – all the girls on the volleyball team were in high heels, ten gallon hats, and not much else. Their midsections were blocked off by hands wearing leather gloves, or jugs of moonshine, or suggestively placed hobby horses. Their boobs were covered by hats, hair, what have you. Two girls covered the other’s boobs, facing each other and smiling.
They were all smiling. Big shiny white teeth on these naked girls. Surely a few of them must have felt as scared as Molly felt now. But they looked like they were having the time of their lives, cavorting around on the green-screened desert background, showing lots of skin but nothing pornographic, looking fit, nubile, and damn sexy.
It was the smiles that had made Molly finally agree to do the shoot. Those confident smiles. Surely the girl who can appear naked and smiling on a high school charity calendar has nothing to fear.
And after all, no one would be able to see anything anyway. And it was for a good cause.
And it’s not like she would be alone. Five of her teammates would be joining her: Beth, Crissy, Joon, Jessica, and Kari, five volleyball sisters backing her up. They stood outside the photo lab in the hallway, making whatever chit chat came to mind. Were they scared too? Molly knew them well enough to spot the signs. Jessica, that tall, freckly redhead, was babbling on and on with shapely, olive-skinned Kari about a great ramen place downtown. Kari was doing that thing she always did when she was half-listening, just smiling and going “yeah” in varying tones. Beth’s gaze was focused downward on an iPhone grasped in two hands in front of some impressive breasts. Those knockers had almost gotten her kicked off the volleyball team more than once; it was tough to bump with that much tit blocking the way, but she could jump and spike like a champion and so on the team she stayed. Joon, Korean and adorable, was trying to involve herself in Crissy’s conversation. Crissy, now SHE was only one on the team that Molly didn’t doubt for one minute would do the nude shoot. She had a pseudo-goth thing going on, lots of makeup and dyed hair, with a secret tattoo of a bluebird on her right hip that even her parents didn’t know about. I guess they’ll be finding out about it soon, thought Molly.
Crissy was staring at her. Molly cocked her head.
“I said, what do you think the theme will be this year?” said Crissy.
“We should have asked,” said Joon, “I don’t want to do anything… weird.”
“You can’t spoil the surprise!” said Crissy, giving Joon a poke on the nose.
“But what if it’s, like, some Playboy-style thing?” Joon said.
“Hot,” said Crissy.
“My cousin modeled for an art class once,” said Jessica, apropos of nothing.
“Great. Uh-huh,” said Beth, not looking up from her phone.
“She said it was really liberating.”
“At least we’re in good shape,” said Kari.
“Guys,” said Molly, “can we not, uh, talk about this right now?”
The photo lab was in an isolated hallway on the third floor of the school, but it was a passing period, and at the intersection at the far end of the hallway, Molly could see students walking by. Some of them were turning and looking down at the five girls in volleyball uniforms standing outside the photo lab. Do they know what we’re waiting to do? thought Molly. Has word gotten around?
Molly was losing her nerve. Her hand shook a little. Her heart was racing. Oh god, this is going to be a nightmare. Soon the whole school’s going to see me naked. Isn’t that literally a nightmare? You’re supposed to wake up in a cold sweat when that happens.
And I’m making it come true.
Molly was about to haul-ass down the hallway and never look back when Crissy grabbed her wrist.
“Hey babe,” she said, looking confidently into Molly’s eyes, “You’re a fucking bombshell, you know that?”
Crissy always teased her like that. Usually in the locker room when they were hitting the showers. Off would come Molly’s bra and Crissy would be like “damn girl!” Once she stuffed her glasses case down her shorts and walked around as if grasping a massive erection. “Sorry ladies,” she’d said to a chorus of giggles, “y’all are just too damn fine to ignore.” They’d pelted her with washcloths and spare shirts but she just kept walking around with these big, goofy steps, grasping her bulging crotch until everyone in the locker room was on the floor in hysterics. Crissy always teased like that.
But right now she looked… weirdly serious.
“Same to you, you fine piece of ass,” said Molly, smiling.
The door to the photo lab opened. Coach Stevens popped her head out.
“Ladies, if you’ll just follow me.”
Molly felt a rush of adrenaline course through her. She scanned her teammates and saw the same thing in each face. Fight or flight mode. Except Crissy. In her face, there was just fight.
***
The set was horror-themed. Some mad scientist’s dungeon had been erected in the photo lab, complete with fake electrical cables, some fake chainsaws, and a fake stone wall. No green screen this year, it was painted wood. Two cameras on tripods faced the setup, as did several lighting fixtures. Coach Stevens ushered them in.
“Alright girls, this is it,” she said. She was smiling. She always said that before a match. It was strangely comforting to Molly.
“First of all, I just want to say how proud I am of each of you girls. This is an… unorthodox project, I know.”
“Yeah, how is this legal, exactly?” blurted out Joon.
Coach Stevens stared her down. “You’re eighteen, aren’t you?”
Joon blushed and looked back at the set.
“So,” continued Coach Stevens, “this is it. Year three. The Senior Nude Calendar is rapidly becoming a tradition here at our school. Needless to say, it’s proved popular. We’ve raised tens of thousands for charity through this project. And it lets us put a body positive image forward for all the world to see.”
Don’t say “all the world”, thought Molly. She suddenly didn’t feel so comforted anymore.
“We’re doing something extra cute this year. It’s all spooky. The theater department built us an awesome set and we’ve got some fun toys for you girls to play with.”
Crissy snorted. Coach Stevens looked at her but said nothing. Molly had to bite down on nervous giggles welling up in her throat. Thank god for Crissy. I’d be out the door if not for her.
“For the shoot, it’s just going to be me and our photographer in here with you guys. He’s a consummate professional, there’s no need to be shy.”
Oh god, HE? There’s going to be a dude in here with us?! Molly glanced at the other girls and saw the same thought pass from face to face.
“So, we’ve been over this many, many times. Your parents signed release forms, you’re all of legal age. But I have to ask, just once more: does anyone want to back out? Now’s the time ladies. I know you can do it.”
Molly was drowning. She felt a shortness of breath inside her. What am I doing? My parents will see. My cousins will see. Everyone at this school will see my bare body. They’ll have a glossy photographed calendar to remind them wha
t I look like naked for all time. I don’t care what they can and can’t see. I’ll be nude. In a calendar.
“Let’s do it!” said Crissy, slapping her hands together and rubbing them up and down.
Well I guess that settles it, thought Molly.
***
First, they inspected the set, the props. The “stone” wall was wood alright, with fake torches and chains set in it. Molly picked up a chainsaw. The blade was rubber. She poked Crissy in the face with it. Crissy swatted it away and smiled.
Next came the photographer, a 30-ish man with wiry dark hair. He gave a perfunctory wave at the girls and set about mucking with his camera, business as usual. That’s good, thought Molly. Bored is good. Consummate professional, whatever that means.
Lastly came a staring contest. The girls looked from face to face to face as Coach Stevens chatted with the photographer about something or other. Who first? their eyes asked. They toyed with their props and shifted from foot to foot, waiting for someone else to tell them what to do. Finally, Crissy took initiative.
“We doin’ this or what?” she said, pulling her shirt up over her head. Bold as she was, she couldn’t totally avoid a shy smile, a gentle reddening on her cheeks. Molly felt obliged to follow sweet. Off came the shirt, inch by precious inch, until she was standing there in a sports bra, just like Crissy. Next came Jessica, yanking her shirt off her long torso, then Beth unleashed her big ones, swaying from foot to foot. Kari pulled down her shorts first, turning away from Molly so she could see her round tush. Joon was the last of them. She gave nervous little giggles as she undressed.
Slowly, the pile of shorts and shirts in the corner of the photo lab got bigger, until finally all the girls were in their sports bras and panties. Molly hesitated one last time, glancing at the photographer, trying to remind herself to breath.
Then Crissy grabbed her sports bra and yanked it up to her shoulders. Molly’s firm breasts bounced out on display. She yelped. The other girls giggled.
“Now, bitch!” said Crissy. “Lemme see them tittays!”
“Ugh!” said Molly, swatting at Crissy’s face. Crissy yanked the sports bra up over her head and Molly reflexively covered her breasts with her arms. “You bitch!” she muttered, smiling.
“Daaaamn,” said Crissy. The other girls laughed.
Molly couldn’t help herself. She lunged at Crissy and pulled her shorts to the floor, exposing her shaved mound. Crissy giggled madly and covered her front with both hands in a way Molly found adorable. Then Beth grabbed Crissy’s sports bra and tried to lift it up.
“Hey!” said Crissy.
“You started it!” said Beth.
A game began. Each girl grabbed another girl’s clothing and tried to tear it off. It was no easy thing, defending one’s own garments while trying to attack someone else’s. Molly was already at a disadvantage, but she fought the other girls as best she could. They laughed and pinched and spanked each other, and before long, underwear joined the shirts and shorts in a pile on the floor under the studio light and six naked girls pushed and pulled at each other in a tight cluster, having way too much fun.
“That’s enough, girls,” said Coach Stevens out in the dark part of the photo lab. “Let’s get on the set now. Come on.”
Still shyly covering themselves, the girls took ginger steps into the brightly lit set. Molly’s heart was pounding. Being in a group made it somewhat easier, but god, it was so bizarre. She tried to pretend she was at the doctor’s office. Some brightly-lit, horror-themed doctor’s office. With her volleyball team.
“Alright, girls, listen up.” Coach Stevens stood next to the cameraman, who was still fiddling with his settings. “We need you all to cover up the important bits.”
A susurrus of giggles passed between the girls. They all hugged their breasts a little tighter.
“So. Pick a prop. Pick a pose. And let’s have fun with this, okay!”
Coach Stevens smiled and gave a big thumbs up. Why don’t you try standing up here? thought Molly. See how smiley you are then.
Slowly, the girls arranged themselves around the set. Their hands were still covering their breasts and mid-sections. Molly couldn’t help but let her gaze rest on their bare asses. It was just like in the shower, except there was no water, no soap, no towels, brightly lit, a bit chilly…
Not like the shower at all.
“This is so weird,” said Joon.
Crissy slapped her lightly on the ass.
“Hey!” she said, hopping a little. The other girls laughed.
“What? You want weird? We’re just getting started.”
***
The first pose had been easy enough. The girls all stood front and center in a row, hips cocked, covering their “important bits” and smiling. Molly wouldn’t have been able to muster up the smile if Crissy hadn’t been beside her. Crissy had grabbed her hand and pulled her close as the girls were lining up. She placed the hand on her bluebird tattoo, right there on slender hips. She was awfully warm.
“Say cheese!” said Coach Stevens.
“You don’t actually have to say cheese,” said the cameraman.
FLASH!
One down. One documented instance of Molly, stark naked, snuggling up next to Crissy and smiling. It was real, now. It was happening.
Molly calmed a bit after that, the way you adjust to a cold pool after a few minutes of swimming. The damage was done. Might as well go for it.
The next pic was more playful. The girls started using their props and exploring the space. Jessica fluffed her bushy red hair down in front of her breasts and leaned forward looking all creepy, like the girl from The Ring. Joon crouched down in the center, hands on her cheeks in a silent scream as Beth, who’d donned a creepy Leatherface mask with two skull pasties for her nipples, crept up behind her with the chainsaw. Kari angled away from the girls, arching her back like a model and screaming, showing her glorious booty to the camera. But Molly just couldn’t stay away from Crissy. She was her life preserver in this weird sea of semi-public nudity. “Come on!” said Crissy, angling Molly towards her so that their breasts pushed together, covering each other. She put a hand on the small of Molly’s back and turned her head away from her, gazing with a wicked grin at the terrified Joon.
It was giggles and more giggles as they all found their poses. Eventually, they calmed enough to stay still for the FLASH!
Molly felt a weird warmth creeping up inside her. She liked having Crissy’s hand there, on her naked back for anyone to see. A strange tingling sensation began to build in her breasts. Oh god, oh no. Her nipples were hardening.
Crissy’s gonna feel this, she thought, mortified. Oh god, everyone’s going to see. She shifted slightly and her nipple brushed over Crissy’s. It felt so weird. She gave a tiny shudder. She had to hold still for the second FLASH!
When the pose was over, Crissy locked eyes with her. Molly blushed a bit and looked away.
“Come on! New pose!” said Crissy. “I got an idea.”
Molly said nothing, just smiled a coy smiled as Crissy led her off to the prop table. There was a coil of leather cord there, probably a piece of the Leatherface mask. “Turn around,” said Crissy. Molly couldn’t help but obey.
Crissy gently grabbed both of her wrists and held them behind her, then began wrapping around them with the cord. A chill passed through Molly. She said nothing. Just stood, shifting from hip to hip, as Crissy tied her hands behind her back and left her front totally exposed.
“What are you doing there, girls?” said Coach Stevens.
“You’ll see, Coach. It’ll be funny.”
“Nothing too lewd now.”
Crissy whispered “Nothing too lewd now” in a silly imitation of Coach Stevens’ voice. Molly couldn’t help but laugh. She bent forward a bit and felt her bound hands rest against her buttocks. Every few minutes she was finding new ways to get exposed. If Crissy hadn’t been there, this would have been unbearable. Instead, it was… naughty? Thrilling? Fun?
“Come on, girlfriend,” said Crissy, giving Molly a small pinch on the ass. Molly hopped and laughed and felt how tightly her wrists were bound. Far tighter than they needed to be. For a posed photo, she could have simply held the cord in her hands and made it look like she was tied. But Crissy had double knotted it. Molly ground her wrists together. They wouldn’t budge.
Her nipples knew this. They were quite prominent now. As Crissy gently led Molly through the group of girls back towards the wall, Molly saw Joon, adorable, clueless Joon, staring openly at her breasts. She felt another hot flash of embarrassment, compounded by the fact that she was helpless to cover them. She wanted to tell Joon off but she said nothing. Better to avoid letting the other girls know something was up.
Crissy pushed Molly up against the fake stone wall and got the chainsaw. She pointed it menacingly at the bound Molly.
“Act scared, Molls,” said Crissy. “You’re my prisoner.”
I sure am, thought Molly, once again feeling the tightness at her wrists. She turned her face out towards the camera and made a terrified face. FLASH! Her ass was only partially covered by her bound hands. FLASH! She felt completely helpless. FLASH! She wanted Crissy so bad…
“Does anyone smell that?” said Joon.
Molly turned back towards the other girls. A look of confusion passed over each of them. There was a smell in the air. Smoke.
The fire alarm confirmed it. All six girls screamed when the sirens came on. Each naked girl jumped in place, breasts bouncing, hands flying to ears. Molly’s heart pounded and adrenaline coursed through her. Crissy dropped the chainsaw. It was too loud to hear it clatter.
“Ahh!” shouted Molly, unable to cover her ears. She was barely able to hear herself. She needed to get out of this room. The alarm was right overhead.
Clothes, she thought. I need to get untied. I need to get dressed. We gotta go outside. Fire drill. Fuuuuck.
She turned towards the clothes pile, intending to scream at Crissy to get the stupid cord off her wrists. The words caught in her throat. The pile of volleyball uniforms had been placed under one of the studio lights. The pile of volleyball uniforms was their only clothing, they hadn’t even brought towels.