by Bridy McAvoy
“Carrie, please retrieve that. Lizzie, not so hard next time, position it back where it was, good. Now, again on three. One… Two… Three…”
This time the bra stayed in frame for three photos as he clicked the shutter as fast as he could. The bra landed on his head and the strap caught around his ear. Lizzie giggled nervously, but made no attempt to cover her breasts with her hands. Again, the cool air of the studio worked its magic and her nipples responded to the draught’s caress. She bit her lip but steadfastly refused to move her hands into a strategic position. Phil shrugged his head so that the bra fell away and smiled back at her.
“Good girl, that was just about perfect. Now, sit back a little more. Rest your back against the chair and drop your arms to the sides. Good. Oh, very good!”
Lizzie knew her breasts were pointing proudly at him. Nevertheless, for the first time tonight she felt somewhat relaxed. The humor of the moment with the bra had worked a spell on her. She felt slightly detached—after all, he’d seen her boobs before and she was quite proud of them. She also knew they were considerably larger than her friends’ and was certain Phil was a boob man. Oh… not such a good thought that one…
“Now, stand up, please Lizzie, turn around and face the chair. I want you to assume a similar position to Carrie, but this time raise your left knee and kneel on the chair rather than put your foot on it.”
“Good. Now, keep smiling, that’s good. Raise your hands to your hair. Good. Run your fingers through your hair, shake your hair out. Make it look like it feels good. That’s very good, you are definitely getting better at this, young lady.”
The almost hypnotic quality of the repetitive phrasing of Phil’s commands and compliments were definite weaving a spell on all three of the young women, but more so for Lizzie. She was far more relaxed than on the first evening. He didn’t think she was enjoying it the way Susie had but she was definitely not hating it anymore. Time to move on again.
“Right, now reach both hands behind you and grasp the zip of your skirt and slowly pull it down with one hand. Good. Keep going. Good.”
The hook and eye catch on the back of Lizzie’s skirt slipped open of its own accord and the skirt sagged slightly as the tension from the waistband was removed.
“Now, bring your leg back down to the floor and lean forward slightly. Inch the skirt down past your hips. Good. Keep hold of it with one hand. Good. Remember what Carrie did. You do the same. Very good.”
Phil moved round to the side so he had her in profile. Leaning her weight onto one hand on the seat of the chair swung her generous boobs out and forward. Even so, the nipples still did not just hang down. Just as with Carrie, the position stretched the rear of the panties across her buttocks and, as he moved behind her, the crotch band came into view.
“Excellent, Lizzie. Now, step out of the skirt. Kick it to one side. Good. Reach up and run your fingers through your hair again. Good. Twist and look back at me again. Good. Turn and sit on the chair. Reach your hands back over your shoulders and grab the top of the back of the chair. Oh, perfect. Keep it there, open your legs a tad. Now arch your back. Spectacular.”
Lizzie was out of breath. The position he had her in forced her to breathe in short gasps. There was an element of excitement and anticipation in her, and she knew exactly how Susie had felt on the Tuesday night. She wasn’t yet fully turned on but she knew it wouldn’t take much. Now she knew where Susie’s courage had come from. She knew she could do this.
“Right. Spread your legs a little further apart. Good. Now, slide your weight forward a little. Clench your bum to bring your stomach forward. Good. Arch your back a little more. Open your legs wider. Good. Bit more. Bit more. Perfect. Hold that. Great. That’s a wrap, Lizzie.”
Phil stepped back as Lizzie rose to her feet. She looked down at her skirt and then up at him. He shook his head no and she moved back out of the lit area. He motioned Susie forward and the tall blonde took Lizzie’s place standing next to the chair. He knew she was panty-less but she didn’t know that he knew. He was also fairly sure that the other two girls didn’t know either.
“Right, Susie, turn the chair so that its back is to me. Good. Now straddle it. Good.”
Susie froze for an instant—she had seen the exposure Carrie had provided when she had sat down in the obvious next position. Being knicker-less meant she would be exposing a whole lot more. The next command from Phil was not the expected one and she missed it.
“Sorry, can you repeat that?”
“Susie, please pay attention. Reach behind you with both hands and undo your bra clasp. Good. Now, shrug your shoulders and let the straps fall off your shoulders. Good. Lower your hands, keeping them behind your back until the bra falls free.”
Susie’s breasts stuck out proudly. Instantly the nipples hardened just as before and she smiled at Phil in a much warmer and unforced way than before.
“Right, let go of the bra with your left hand and bring it round dangling from your right. Good. Now, remember how Lizzie threw hers. On three. One… Two… Three…”
The bra flew across the intervening space and dropped just in front of Phil—again he had the required shots. He crouched down and focused the camera on her body.
“Now, sit down in the same pose as Carrie.”
This was the moment Susie had realized was coming but the business with baring her breasts had caught her off-guard. Now, she had to show him she was naked under the skirt. There was no way out of it. She abruptly sat down. The skirt slipped up her thighs as she sat and her pussy was easily on display through the gap in the back of the chair. Phil clicked away merrily. From behind the other two girls couldn’t be sure but they were aware that Susie was in some form of trouble again.
“Now, inch your way forward in the chair. Good.”
This raised the skirt hem even higher providing more exposure.
“Bring your hands down and slide the skirt up until I say stop.”
Susie was still smiling, surprising herself, but the skirt was now clearly bunched above her navel at the front and was slipping out from under her buttocks at the back. She was wet again. Her pussy lips unfurled and, with her legs spread that far apart by her position, there was no way of hiding her arousal.
Suddenly the skirt slipped clear at the back and it was now bunched around her waist from all sides. The other girls had a clear view of her naked backside. The gasps from them told Phil they had not realized Susie had not retrieved her panties.
The unfurled pussy in front of him continued to open like a flower, the trimmed blonde pubes just above it framing it well.
“Undo the skirt fastening at the back and lift it off slowly over your head.”
Now she truly would be naked but she didn’t care anymore. There was nothing on show that hadn’t been on show earlier. The girls had seen each other naked in the bathroom of the house they shared. Phil had seen the bits and pieces already, so why fuss. As the skirt rose past her breasts, Phil told her to slow down and then, when it had passed her head, to stop for a moment.
The picture now presenting itself to the three onlookers was an arresting sight. The tall slender form of the blonde was frozen with her skirt-encased arms above her head. Her naked back was arched and her stocking-clad legs lewdly splayed. Other than the stockings and heels she was completely nude. Her slightly longer than shoulder length hair hung down her back but didn’t cover the lines of her shoulders. She was slim enough that you could see the structure of her back bone down the curve of her back until it reached the flare of her hips.
The front view, the one Phil had, was even more stunning. Her face, framed by the hair that flowed behind her ears, was flawless. Her neck was arched and, as the gaze of the camera lens drifted down, only the bars in the back of the chair emphasized, rather than concealed, her small but perfect breasts topped by the large nipples. The forward thrust of her hips pushed her sparse blonde pubes into view and the opened flower of the top half of her pussy was clearly visibl
e. The two long legs, stretching out to either side by her position on the chair, framed the whole ensemble.
“Toss the skirt aside, please, and stand up. Good. Now, that’s a wrap.”
Susie stood breathing heavily—she had felt the palpitations that signaled the preliminaries of the onset of another orgasm but had somehow controlled it so it didn’t happen. Shaming herself that way once in a night was enough, more than enough.
Chapter 11
“Okay, ladies, time for the final sequence. Come over to the sofa, please, Susie, and sit in the middle. Good girl. Now, lean back with your arms to the side and spread your feet out apart. Good. Bit further. Come on, a bit further. Good. Stay like that.”
Susie was still nude and the position she had been put into clearly showed off all of her assets. She felt herself becoming moist again. Well, to be honest, she was still moist.
“Lizzie, come and stand in front of Susie, facing her. Good. Now, move slightly to the right so that you are straddling her left foot. Good girl. Open your legs about twelve inches apart. Good. Look back over your shoulder at me. Excellent.”
Lizzie was still wearing the black panties but was naked to the waist.
“Carrie, come over and take the same position as Lizzie on the other side. Good girl. Just right. Good.”
Carrie, of course, was still wearing all of her underwear. Not for long. Just as earlier, Phil spoke out.
“Carrie, lose the bra, please. Good girl. Now, resume the position. Both of you look at me. Keep looking at me, don’t move. Good. Susie, sit forward. Put your arms out and touch the others’ hips. Outside hips, not inside. Good. Curl your thumb into the waistband of the panties there. Both sides the same. Good. Now, drag them down a couple of inches. Good. Hold that.”
Neither Lizzie nor Carrie dared look. Neither could see Susie, or their own imminent denouement. All they could see was Phil clicking away on the shutter. They could feel their last item of clothing slipping away. For once it was Carrie who was more frightened than Lizzie.
“Slide your hands down a little further, please, Susie. Good, a couple of inches more. A little bit more on your right, please, as Carrie’s taller and we need to balance the shot. Good. Now, further. Good.”
The panties on both girls were now below the swell of the hips on the sides away from Susie. The sides on the inside had hardly moved. The fabric though was getting tauter and any further movement would drag that side down, too.
“Keep going slowly and evenly now, Susie. Don’t stop unless I say.”
Oh, God, this is it, thought Lizzie. She could feel the tug on both sides as the panties slipped down. Soon the whole right cheek of her ass was on display. She wanted to close her eyes but couldn’t, Phil’s instructions had been to look at him. Suddenly, with a rush, they came free of the left hip, too, and feathered downwards under gravity’s pull to catch at her knees.
“Let go, Susie, and sit back up.”
The two pairs of panties cascaded down to the ground. It had happened, all three girls were nude. They awaited the final instruction from Phil to turn round and display themselves fully for him. He surprised them.
“That’s a wrap for tonight, ladies. You may dress and go. Or go as you are, if you wish.” He laughed and turned his back as they headed off to the dressing room clutching the bits and pieces of clothing they had been able to retrieve. When they emerged their coats covered up any missing items.
“Right, girls, here’s your expenses and shopping instructions for tomorrow. You’ll be pleased to know it’s a swimwear shoot so no need to buy fancy underwear. I want you each to buy two string bikinis. One white, the type you’re not supposed to get wet; the other a bright color which is to be as small as you can get. They must be tied fastenings not straps. Tops and bottoms. You two will have to buy for Lizzie because she’ll be busy as it will be lunch time. You, all three, will have an appointment at the parlor for four o’clock so don’t be late. I’ll see you here at six. Wear the white bikinis. Lizzie, bring your lunch in tomorrow. I’m letting you go early for the parlor so you’ll have to work through. Okay? ‘Bye ladies.”
As the three housemates left, Lizzie was thinking. How the hell does he expect me to share an office with him tomorrow? He’s just been looking at my tits and bum. Oh, God. He’s going to see it all tomorrow, isn’t he?
Chapter 12
The Friday daytime had been absolute torture again for Lizzie. At least her friends didn’t have to share an office with the guy who had been photographing her naked body. They had sunk a bottle of wine between them and the two of them had prevented Susie from apologizing for letting her body betray her. They’d made a pact to support each other and get through this together. Lizzie knew they were committed for several months and things had moved on fast in two sessions. She wondered where they would go that night.
Phil, on the other hand, didn’t spend too much time in the office with her. Having had the brutal exposure of her first fiddle he was quite certain she wouldn’t do anything. In any case, he had removed her personal motivation by showing her how he paid the rent arrears for all of them from the wad of cash he carried. She didn’t need to know it was simply part of the takings from the club the night before. She also didn’t need to know one of the dancers had got a big tip the night before either. Twice.
Four o’clock came and Phil indicated the clock and told her to go to the beauty parlor, he would lock up. In fact, he was going to use the time to make sure his trust wasn’t misplaced and was quite happy to find that it wasn’t.
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At six o’clock the three girls appeared at the back door wearing buttoned-up coats and clutching small bags. Their makeup was beautifully understated, exactly as the girls in the beauty parlor had been instructed to achieve. The girls looked around in surprise. The inside of the studio had been changed around. One corner area had been cleared and a layer of sand spread over the floor. Two bright blue backcloths covered the walls and diffuse lights shining on them gave the look of a real sky. All of the lighting kit was pointing in this direction so it was obvious where tonight’s action was going to take place. There was a pile of brightly colored beach towels placed nearby, too.
“Good evening, ladies. Please ditch the spare cozies and coats in the dressing room and come straight back out to this corner, thank you.”
They walked into the dressing room, deposited the bags on the small table in front of the mirrors and looked at each other. Lizzie shrugged and began unbuttoning her coat. The other two followed suit and the coats were hung on the hook at the back of the small room. Dressed in identical white string tie bikinis, they drew a collective breath and opened the door back into the studio. Lizzie led the way, none of them trying to cover their state of dress. There was no point and they knew it.
“Right then, girls, I’m going to start with a short group sequence, so will all three of you kick off your shoes and pick up a towel. Spread the towel on the sand and sit on it just as you would at the beach.”
“That’s good. Lizzie, just move your towel in closer to Susie, if you will, you’re not quite in shot there. That’s better. Now, stretch those legs out in front of you. Good. Smile more, you’re supposed to be enjoying yourselves on holiday. Good. Lean back onto your elbows. Keep smiling. Good. Now, Lizzie, raise your right knee by sliding your foot towards you. Carrie, you do the same with the left. Perfect. Susie, sit forward again. Spot on. Doing very well, girls. Hold it like that for a moment. Cheesy, but good. Relax. Carrie, Lizzie, please carefully pick up your towels and move off the sand. Brush yourselves down if you want. It’s Susie’s solo spot now.”
Susie waited for the instructions. They weren’t long in coming.
“Flip over onto your stomach. Good. Now, stretch those legs out. Lean up on your elbows. Good. Arch your back a little to make your bum stick up a bit. Good. Lie down flat, reach behind and undo the lace at your back as if to avoid tan lines. Good. Lie the strings straight out to the sides and stretch you
r arms out above your head. Turn your head to face me and close your eyes. Good. Now, a little smile on your lips as if you’re thinking of something nice.”
Compared to the previous day this was easy stuff and Susie felt very relaxed. The poses were cheesy and she wasn’t getting that feeling of arousal she had suffered such embarrassment from before.
Phil was now moving all around her, taking pictures from every angle. He was even crouching down for low level shots. At one point she felt him stand straddling her and realized he was probably trying to get his own shadow into the picture. Now, he stood a little way behind her feet.
“Point your toes out so that your feet are parallel to your body. Point them. That’s good. Now, slowly spread your legs further apart. That’s better. Bit more. Good.”
She was sure he could see the crotch line of the tiny bikini. She felt him move round to the side she was facing toward and crouch down again.
“Now, bring your arms back towards your body and cross them under your chin. Good. Raise your torso so that it’s comfortable. Good.”
Ah, now it was getting more interesting for Phil. The poses were getting less cheesy.
“Raise your top half a bit more. Good. Bit further. Perfect, hold that.”
The top of the costume had stayed on the towel as her boobs had risen above it. With Phil now almost lying down beside her, she was certain he could see the nipple on that side. As before, her nipples had betrayed her and erected into hard little buds. She knew the process of inadvertent arousal was starting again. She knew she was moistening up again. That’s when she remembered that these white bikinis shouldn’t be allowed to get wet. Shit! The crotch of her bottoms would be going transparent if she couldn’t control it. Shit!