by Bridy McAvoy
This time the shutter had clicked several times more. Having not been asked anything difficult, she had been able to follow the directions easily.
“Right, now we are going to go through exactly the same sequence, but this time I want you to look to the right, not the left. This time, cross your left leg over your right.”
Lizzie froze for a second. Having been told to wear the black mini skirt she was now wearing, some three or four inches shorter than anything in her own wardrobe, she was aware that crossing her legs would expose more thigh than she was used to. Seeing Phil’s impatience she quickly complied and gritted her teeth.
“No, Lizzie, no. You must smile, not frown or grimace. That’s better.”
She complied with his instructions and again she found herself relaxing as he continued. Again, nothing more controversial was requested and this segment was over.
“Right, Lizzie, that’s you done for now. Swap places with Susie, please.” Surprised, Lizzie stood up and smoothed the skirt back down into position. With a start she realized she had been showing the stocking tops of the black pair she had been asked to wear. Breathing deeply, she moved back to outside the circle of lights and found she was perspiring quite heavily. Those lights were hot. Carrie gave her hand an encouraging squeeze as she drew level and she turned to watch as Susie sat down. She had immediately sat down in the chair, not perched on the edge. Being several inches taller, the willowy blonde’s long legs stuck out in front of her so she demurely crossed them at the ankles and waited for Phil’s directions.
In the meantime, Phil had changed the memory card on the camera for a blank one and was pleasantly surprised to see Susie so relaxed and ready to start the shoot.
“Very good. Now, as with Lizzie, I want you to turn your head to the left. Good. Stretch your neck. Good. Bring your left hand up to your face. No, keep it on the side away from me. Good. Caress your face. Good. Keep the hand there. Good. Now, turn slowly to face me. Good. Slowly slide your left foot a little higher up your right leg. Good. Slightly higher still. Good. Oh, very good. Keep it like that. Bring your hand down and lay your arm on the chair arm. Good. Slide the foot higher. Good. Now, over the knee with it. Excellent.”
Susie had relaxed so far into following the directions that she did not realize how much of her body she was exposing to him. The whole of her inner thighs was exposed by the crossed legs in that manner and, as Phil now bent down, the crotch of her panties came into view. Like Lizzie she was wearing hold-ups and the black stockings and panties contrasted well with the golden glow of her skin obtained from the spray-tan booth.
There was a bit of a flush to her face and, looking directly at the thin blouse covering the satin bra, Phil was reasonably sure the slight bumps he could see were signs that she was a little aroused.
“Right, swap places with Carrie this time. Thanks.”
Carrie now took center stage in the chair and again sat straight back into the position she knew he wanted. Only an inch shorter than Susie, she deliberately refrained from crossing her legs, which left her in an ungainly and somewhat unnatural looking pose.
“That’s not good at all, Carrie. You do not look natural. Okay, simple. What I want you to do is to settle into a comfortable position. Fold your legs up onto the chair underneath you.”
Carrie looked in horror at him. With her legs folded up like that she realized the mini skirt would reveal a large expanse of thigh above the white hold-ups she had been asked to wear. Still, there was no choice. The contract was quite specific about it. Follow the directions given, or else.
She reluctantly complied, folding her legs up and, sitting back down, exposed a huge amount of her upper legs. She was trembling and Phil waited patiently until she was more in control of herself.
“Okay. That’s good, Carrie, but you must smile. No, not like that, much wider. That’s better. Keep it like that. Good. Glance to your left. Good. Raise your hand like Susie did. Good. Let if fall and land naturally on your side. Good. Smile more. Good. Glance to your right. Good. Now up. Good. See, not so hard, is it?”
Carrie felt very close to tears. She soldiered on and slowly began to realize that she didn’t feel quite so threatened by the situation any more. As she relaxed Phil began to press a little harder, working himself closer and dropping into a crouch that telegraphed to Carrie that he was taking pictures of her exposed thighs and legs.
“Right. That’s it for the start of this session, ladies. Take five. The dressing room is on the right there. Please use it, check your make–up, retouch if necessary, and check your hair. Five minutes we go again.”
Relieved to be away from him, even if only for a few minutes, they fled to the indicated dressing room. All too soon the five minutes was up.
Chapter 4
Phil had used the five minutes to download the memory cards and had quickly glanced at some of the photographs on the laptop. They were better than he had expected so the girls were somewhat surprised to see a broadly smiling Phil waiting for them when he’d called out that time was up.
“Right, ladies. Same sequence, same location. Lizzie, if you will, please sit down.”
“Right, Lizzie, lesson three. Every movement must be graceful. When I say move to a position, do so gracefully. Try to look sexy as you change position. I may take several photographs as you move so don’t lose the smile whilst you move. Okay?”
Lizzie nodded.
“Right, I want you to sit up quite straight. Good. Now, cross your legs, right foot to left knee with your right hand holding your right ankle.”
This was a bit more advanced, and quite a bit more revealing. Lizzie tried to keep the smile painted on but it was a little strained, a little forced. She managed it and let her breath out in a big sigh. Phil had been clicking away throughout the maneuver.
“Good, that’s good, but you must try to keep the smile more natural there. Now, reach up to your neck with your left hand. Good. Caress your neck a little. Good. Stretch your neck out a little, maybe arch your back slightly. Good. Now undo the top button of your blouse.”
Lizzie froze. She knew what she had signed up for. She knew she was showing more thigh than she wanted to but now she had to deliberately expose flesh to the camera in a way that could not be mistaken. This was, for her, the watershed moment. Her hand fluttered uselessly in place, the smile dropped away, her stricken eyes sought out Phil’s face looking for, pleading for, mercy, finding none.
“Come on, girl, you can do this.” It was Susie who piped up, surprising everyone.
“Yeah, girl, come on.” Even Carrie was trying to support her friend, even though her mouth was dry and the words almost stuck in her throat.
Lizzie took a deep breath and slowly forced her hand to reach the button at her neck. She allowed her face to relax back into the smile, the smile she knew she had to wear, even as the fingers nervously slipped the button through its hole. The neckline of the garment spread apart with the release of the button revealing just a hint of cleavage. She frequently showed far more cleavage with far more confidence when she went out at night, so why was she so nervous now? She knew the answer, of course. This was only a beginning. Phil was not going to be satisfied with just one, was he?
“Good girl, that wasn’t so hard, was it. Drop the hand away. Good. With your right hand, just inch your foot higher. Good. Now, use your left hand again and undo another button. Good.”
This time there was much less hesitation. Now there was a good inch of her ample cleavage on show and she hadn’t lost the smile.
“Good. Another one. Excellent. Another one. Good.”
Now the blouse was open to below the bra. The black bra peeked through the gap and her cleavage was on display. Phil instantly saw that it was as magnificent as he had at first surmised.
“Good. Leave it there for now. Carrie, will you swap places?”
Phil’s devious mind had decided to test Susie. He was certain she was the most extroverted of the three and intended to push h
er further.
“Don’t do the buttons up, Lizzie, that will be the starting position for the next shoot. Carrie, sit with your legs tucked up under you again. That’s it. Good.”
“Now, raise your right hand up to the side of your face, with just the first finger extended. Good. Line the finger up along your cheek and allow your chin to rest on the rest of your hand. Good. Very good. Raise your right hand to just below your chin. Let it rest on your neckline. Good. Now, slowly undo the top button. Good.”
As soon as Carrie had sat down she’d known she would be following in Lizzie’s footsteps. As a result she had steeled herself and was ready when asked. The button popped free and the top of the blouse opened slightly. She did not have the large sized breasts of her friend so as yet no hint of cleavage showed.
“Keep going, Carrie, another button. Good. Doing well. Smile a bit more, please. Good. Now, drop your left hand down to rest on your thigh. Good. With your left hand slowly raise the hem of your skirt an inch and, at the same time, undo another button. Very good.”
He had taken her back out of her comfort zone. Knowing what Lizzie had been asked to do she had been ready to undo the buttons and expose her less than ample cleavage. Showing rather more leg was not expected. Nevertheless, she did as he asked, raised the hem another inch and then another and another. Her hemline was now raised so far that the curve of her ass was beginning to show and the white panties and stockings positively glowed in the bright studio lights.
“Another button. Good. Now the final one. Good, very good.” The thin shirt style blouse now hung open all the way. The white brassiere shone through the gap and she realized every item of underwear was now, at least partially, on display.
“Good. Enough. Your turn, Susie. Leave the buttons undone, please, Carrie.”
Susie and Carrie passed each other and, as Carrie stepped out of the circle of intense light, she let out an explosive breath. To her concern she realized that not only was she no longer as embarrassed as before but her body was beginning to respond to the exposure. Immediately the embarrassment flooded back and, even in the relatively subdued lighting, she was sure Lizzie could see the bright blush she was showing. Lizzie reached over and quickly clasped her hand and then the two turned to see how Susie was going to do.
“Right, Susie. Don’t sit down this time, please. I want you to turn and face the chair. Good. Now, spread your feet about eighteen inches apart. Good. Look back at me over your shoulder. No, sorry, the other one. That’s good. That’s very good, in fact. Now, I want you to turn your head away and, this time, whip it back round to look at me again so that your hair flies out. That’s good. Excellent. Now, I want you to reach up with both hands and run your fingers through your hair, starting at the neck and working down. Good. You’re getting it. Now, I want you to lean forward and place your hands on the arms of the chair.”
The camera lens, Phil and the other two women were treated to the sight of Susie’s long stocking-clad legs stretched by the position she was in and by her high heels. The mini-skirt hem rode easily upwards, exposing an inch or two of flesh above the stocking tops.
“Good, now repeat the head movements. I want to see your face, too. Good. Now, bend over further and place your hands on the seat, not the arms of the chair. Excellent.”
The skirt hem rose higher still. Now a large expanse of naked bronzed thigh was visible as her torso rotated down to an almost horizontal position.
“Right, now bend over further, placing your elbows on the seat.”
From behind she looked incredible. Her head was now lower than her behind. And what a behind it was. Her legs were exposed so high that the bottom curves of the cheeks of her ass were showing below the hem. Susie was actually having trouble breathing. She knew her face was flushed, and it was with passion not with embarrassment. Her breath whistled in and out of her lungs rapidly. She could feel the tight hardness of her nipples pressing against the silky fabric of the bra. She was glad the panties were black, as she felt herself moisten. It got worse.
“Keep your left arm still and move your right hand until it is on your waist. Good. Now, slide it down a couple of inches until it’s on the swell of your bum. Good. Now slowly, very slowly, scrunch the skirt up on that side.
She did as she was told and the hem of the skirt rose slowly and majestically until the bottom of her panties was clearly in view.
“Okay, leave the skirt there, take your right hand round in front of you, reach up and undo the top button.”
Phil now moved round to the left so he had a side view as she unhesitatingly complied.
“Okay, now all of the other buttons. Good.”
As she undid the last button the blouse swung free and down, draping her arms.
“Right, stand up, turn and face me. Good.”
The other girls were taken back by their friend’s appearance. She was flushed and the blouse hung down, carelessly apart. Her hair was tousled from all of the movements. The bumps in the silky bra were evident for everybody to see. The skirt had not fallen back down completely and Susie didn’t make any attempt to adjust it. God, Phil thought, she looks a real sexy bitch!
“Right, fifteen minute break, girls. Don’t adjust your outfits—we’ll be starting from this point. The kettle is in the far corner. I think we could all do with a coffee. Fifteen minutes, toilet break, coffee break and touch up makeup and hair. Not you, Susie, the hair I mean, it looks good as it is.”
Chapter 5
Again, while the girls readied themselves for the next set, Phil busied himself downloading the second sets he’d taken. If anything, the girls had relaxed further than they realized and the pictures, particularly Carrie and Susie, were fantastic. He now knew he had made the right decision. He foresaw interesting times in the days ahead. He decided to pick up where he had left off with Susie rather than start as he had done with Lizzie on the two previous sets.
“Right, Susie, please stand in front of the chair again, but facing me this time. Thank you.”
She stood there, hands at her sides, her blouse gaping open all the way down showing off her toned abdomen as well as the clasp of her front-fastening bra encasing small but well-shaped breasts. Her hair was still somewhat disheveled but her makeup was impeccable.
“Now, spread your feet about twelve inches apart. Good. Drop your hands down to your hips and slowly gather the skirt material upwards. Good. Keep going. Good keep going until I say stop.”
The soft fabric of the mini-skirt slid enticingly higher up Susie’s long legs. The stocking tops had come into view almost immediately and now naked bronzed flesh showed, first a little and then more and more.
“Right, stop,” the hem was probably less than an inch below her crotch. “Now, grasp the front edges of your blouse. Good. Again, slowly until I say stop, slide your hands upwards and outwards, spreading the blouse. Good. Keep going.”
As the blouse spread apart starting at the bottom, more and more of the flat expanse of her toned stomach came into view. Her hands slowly slid up the button bands of the blouse and, now, more and more of the expanse of her bra encapsulated breasts came into view. They were not large, probably, in Phil’s view, not even a B cup, but they were well shaped and suited her slim frame very well. With a sudden, almost audible, pop the sides of the blouse sprang clear of the swell of the breasts and Susie was holding the blouse completely to the sides.
“Okay. Good. Now, shrug your shoulders out of the blouse. Good. Let it fall away from the shoulders. Good. Take your arms away from the side of your body and to the rear. Good. Let the blouse slide down to your hands. Excellent.”
Susie now formed an enticing sight. Even the other two girls could see just how spectacular the image was. The skirt had remained hiked up, exposing the long length of her spaced-apart legs. The blouse hung down from her hands, wide spread behind her, framing the V of her legs in loose light fabric. Her upper half was glad only in the skimpy black satin bra. Her nipples were clearly visible poking
into it and the smile on her face seemed entirely natural.
“Okay, Susie, let the blouse go. Good girl. Kick it out of the way, let’s get it out of shot. Lizzie, just retrieve that, please. We won’t need it again. Thank you. Now, Susie, sit down on the chair without letting your skirt ride down. Excellent. Cross your legs as you did in the first shoot. Good.”
Susie was now reclined back into the chair, her top still only bra covered. The skirt made no attempt to cover the expanse of panties displayed by the lewd leg-cross position. A gentle smile played over her flushed face. Despite herself, and despite the circumstances that had given rise to this predicament, she was enjoying herself. The constant massaging of her ego by the photographer was working. She felt relaxed. She knew how this would end and, rather than dreading it as she had to begin with, she was now ready for it.
“Fine. You’re finished for now. Lizzie, your turn.”
Susie was actually surprised to find she was disappointed as she passed Lizzie on her way back to join Carrie. Carrie was looking horrified at this point. She had also worked out that it would soon be time for her to lose items of clothing and, unlike Susie, she was not looking forward to it at all.
“Lizzie. Sit back as you were before. Thank you.”
In the background Carrie was whispering to Susie.
“My God. I think you enjoyed that! How could you?”
“I don’t know, my body took over, I didn’t want to but…”
“Quiet back there, please. Rule four, always quiet on set.”
“Sorry.”
“Right, Lizzie, I want you to lean forward. Place your right elbow on your right knee and place your chin on the fist. Good. That’s right, Rodin’s thinker. That’s the position. Good.”
Lizzie was well aware that leaning forward like this thrust her boobs even further forward emphasizing her cleavage. “Now, bring your right hand across to the highest fastened button. Good. Look directly at the camera. Good. Smile a bit wider. Undo the button. Good, now the other one. Good. That’s the last one, isn’t it?”