by Bridy McAvoy
“Don’t you dare!”
Chris and Teri laughed at her and she realised they’d been goading her.
“Hmmmph!”
Chris leaned forward from his position on the other couch, facing her.
“Seriously, Kayla, I know you two could use the money, and I’d be paying top rate here…and I have an idea.”
Kayla raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.
“Why don’t you try to model for me, right now—see if you can do it, in front of Teri and Ben. If you can manage to master the embarrassment in front of your husband and my wife, the sessions on Saturday will be a piece of cake.”
“You’re kidding!”
“Try me!”
Kayla felt Chris had backed her into a corner but realised her body was reacting to the thought. She closed her eyes briefly and was instantly back in the reverie again, standing on stage dropping her dress to the floor exposing herself to a huge crowd of men. As she opened her eyes, she shivered, well aware her body was betraying her, her nipples hard and her pussy moist. Teri’s eyes had fastened on her chest and she knew her friend could see the indentations her nipples made.
“Come on, Kayla, give it a go. Let’s go upstairs and I‘ll find you something to wear—we’re about the same size—well, about the size I was before the frog arrived—and that’ll give Chris time to set up his equipment.”
Teri bounced to her feet and grabbed Kayla’s hand, pulling her upright as well. Kayla noticed Ben was just sitting there, a goofy smile on his face, not contributing to the conversation about her modelling. She glanced lower to see the bulge in his pants, which told her everything she needed to know about his thoughts on the matter.
“Ben?”
He looked her straight in the face, his eyes expressive.
“Up to you, babe—you want to do it, do it. You don’t, don’t. I’ll go with you on this one.”
“That’s not a lot of help.”
“Kayla, it’s your decision.”
He rose to his feet and pulled her into an embrace, breaking the contact with Teri and hugging her fiercely. He leaned his head in close and whispered so the others couldn’t see or hear.
“Go for it, babe. I can feel you trembling. Live in the moment.”
He was right; she was trembling. Not much, but a little. Her heart rate was elevated and her breathing fast. Despite her reservations, she knew her body was happy at the prospect, even if her mind remained unsure. Ben broke the hug and Teri grabbed her hand again to lead her upstairs. Teri she stopped at the foot of the stairs and turned to Chris.
“Sweetie, while you’re setting up, why don’t you let Ben have a look at the album. After all, fair’s fair. If you’re going to be seeing Kayla’s bits and pieces, he can see mine.”
Kayla looked at her friend—who smiled and winked at her as Chris rose to his feet—then followed as Teri led her upstairs to the master bedroom.
* * * *
“Now, you can’t do a photoshoot in that scruffy tee and jeans, honey.”
“They’re not scruffy. Casual, but the jeans are almost new.”
“They’re scruffy in terms of a shoot, silly. You look fine for a pizza with friends, but we need to get you looking sexy so you feel sexy, see?”
“Oh, okay.”
“So lose the tee and the jeans. Let’s see the underwear, see if it’ll do.”
Kayla almost bridled at the way Teri was talking then remembered her words of a few seconds earlier. She didn’t need sexy clothes at the moment to feel sexy—she already felt that—but agreed Teri had a point. She was wearing a black lace set, and for once she’d matched them, which wasn’t that usual for a casual evening, but she closed her eyes briefly and said a silent prayer of thanks for her choice earlier in the evening. She pulled the tee over her head and dropped it to the floor then stepped out of her pumps.
“Pumps will never do either, but I think you’re a different size from me, so you’ll have to go barefoot instead.”
Kayla shrugged. She’d seen that one coming as soon as Teri said sexy clothes.
She snapped the button undone on her jeans and lowered the zip. They weren’t her tightest pair, but they were quite tight so she had to wriggle to extract herself from them.
A low wolf-whistle made her look up, then check the door was securely closed before she realised Teri had been the one to whistle.
“Girl, you look good, you’re going to be fine, real fine.”
Kayla felt the blush rising to her face once more as she turned and sat on the stool in front of the dressing table to ease the tight jeans off her legs. She could see the white ankle socks weren’t going to work so slipped them off too.
“Very nice. That underwear’ll do real well. Let’s see what we can find to go over it, shall we? Well, shall we say, go over it for now!”
Teri’s giggle brought even more heat to the surface of Kayla’s face and she glanced in the dressing table mirror to see she was bright red and the blush had suffused south from her neck onto the upper slopes of her breasts.
In a second Teri was next to her, her hands gripping Kayla’s shoulders as she sat there looking at her reflection.
“You’ll be fine, honey. I mean it. I think you’re a natural model and, from what Ben said, and the way you reacted, I think you know you’ll enjoy it too. It’s not sleazy, it’s fun. I enjoyed it.”
“You’ve done this?”
Teri nodded. “Well, you know I was a model when I met Chris, right?”
“Yeah, but I assumed you were a clothes model.”
Teri put her hands under her own breasts and hefted them.
“With these puppies? Don’t be silly, they want fried eggs not oranges. Besides, they want girls who are, like, seven feet tall, and I’m only five one in my stockinged feet. I modelled for a lot of Chris’s courses over the last few years, but I can’t exactly do it at the moment, can I?”
Suddenly she clicked her fingers.
“Stockings, and a belt, that’s what we need.”
Teri leaned past Kayla and opened the right-hand drawer on the dressing table. The inside of the drawer was divided into small compartments, each containing a balled up pair of either tights or stockings in various colours, although there didn’t seem to be any order to the collection. Teri’s hand plucked out a black ball and tossed it over her shoulder to Kayla as she closed the drawer and opened the one underneath.
“How do you know they’re stockings and not tights?”
Teri laughed. “Because I never wear tights. They’re all stockings. I prefer the freedom and Chris loves the feel of them, especially when he runs his hand over the metalwork!”
“Metalwork?”
“Garter straps, girl, garter straps.”
“Oh.”
“Sorry, it’s his little joke. They hold the stockings up so he calls them metalwork, as in scaffolding, as he likes to climb his fingers up them if we’re out for the evening.”
“I’m not sure I need to hear any more.”
Teri laughed once more. “How on earth do you think I got in this condition? You and Ben need to live a little more. Maybe this’ll help.”
Teri tossed her a garter belt then motioned for Kayla to pull the stockings over her feet and up her legs as she moved over to the large wardrobe in the corner and swung the doors open wide.
“We need something short and sexy to go over that, now let me see…”
Kayla swivelled on the stool to give herself more room and bent to the task at hand as Teri rummaged through the wardrobe looking for the perfect dress. Kayla smoothed the second stocking up her leg as Teri turned from the wardrobe holding a dress on a hanger in front of her.
“Ta…da…”
The dress was at first glance a standard LBJ, albeit one Kayla didn’t remember seeing Teri wear before. There again, they tended to dress casual when they went out as a foursome, so she hadn’t seen Teri in a dress very often at all before she became pregnant. Of course, now she
tended to wear baggy cover-ups like most pregnant women.
It had spaghetti straps and, even from a distance, seemed rather short. The material shimmered as it moved in Teri’s hand as she crossed the room.
“Right, let’s get the garters in place and get you dressed. I still need to fiddle with your hair and makeup, and the boys’ll be getting impatient. “
Teri let out a throaty low chuckle.
“You need to look your best to lever your husband’s attention away from my pictures.”
“I thought my makeup was okay.”
“It’s fine, honey, but we need to make it stand out more. That’s why I’ll be there on Saturday. I’ll be working as the makeup artist. So you won’t be on your own.”
Kayla felt some relief at that statement, then shuddered as she realized the implication of the train of thought—somewhere deep inside some part of her was planning on saying yes to Chris’s offer, despite the rest of her mind screaming no!
“Stand up, let’s get the garters on.”
Kayla giggled. “I’ve not worn those things since my wedding day, and I needed help then.”
Teri lowered herself to her knees in front of Kayla’s scantily clad form and got to work. Kayla bit her lip—she was a little worried Teri was so close, given the sexual excitement she’d felt earlier, and she was worried Teri might smell the dampness that had seeped from her pussy. If Teri did, as she deftly fastened the belt around Kayla’s waist then threaded the garters inside the sides of her panties and attached them to the lace stocking tops, she made no mention, for which Kayla was grateful.
Teri took a second to sit back on her heels and check she had everything straight before holding out her hand for Kayla to help the heavily pregnant woman back to her feet.
“I’ll get you to stand on a chair on Saturday. I’m getting too big for this.”
She picked up the dress from where she’d laid it on the bed and slipped the straps off the hanger then unzipped the back.
“It’s easier to step into this than pull it over your head.”
Kayla nodded and carefully stepped into the circle of dress material, then bent and pulled it up to her waist. A couple of seconds later, the thin material slipped up over her bust and she stretched the straps onto her shoulders. She could clearly see her bra straps and, glancing down, quite a lot of cleavage. She smoothed the material down over her hips and glanced over at her reflection in the full-length mirror on the wardrobe door and gasped.
The dress was short, impossibly so—the hem didn’t quite come down to the stocking tops!
“I can’t wear this. I can’t believe you’ve worn this outside the house.”
“I’m a little shorter than you, remember, so it’s a little longer on me and, besides, since my legs are shorter the stockings go higher. I must say it looks good on you, Kayla. Very sexy. The perfect look for your first photo shoot.”
“No way.”
“Yes way. Now sit down and let me touch up your makeup.”
Five minutes later Teri allowed Kayla to look at her reflection in the dressing table mirror and she gasped at the transformation her friend had wrought. Her light blue eye-shadow, her favourite colour, the one she thought brought out her eyes, had been darkened by at least three shades. It wasn’t quite as deep as a royal blue but the subtle effect she’d tried for had been replaced by a much bolder look. Her cheeks had been buffed and powdered with a faint shimmer and she looked, if anything, younger—but very definitely much prettier.
“I’ve been itching to do that to you ever since I met you, honey, but somehow never got up the courage to say anything or attempt anything. Whoever gave you makeup advice missed the mark or was downright incompetent.”
“Wow! I don’t know what else to say.”
“If we had more time I’d pile that long blonde hair of yours up on your head and drop a couple of ringlets down to frame your face and you’d seriously look a million dollars. Guess we’re going to have to settle for a ponytail for now.”
Teri moved to grab her hairbrush and a couple of scrunchies but Kayla shook her head.
“I like my hair straight, I never put it up or in a tail.”
She giggled.
“I’m too young to need the facelift scraping it back would give me.”
“Honey, believe me, you’re never too young. In any case, rule one for modelling is simple. You adopt the look the photographer wants and you don’t question it. The only thing you refuse is to cut your hair if it’s long like yours, or do anything else that won’t wash out or off. Okay?”
Kayla sighed and nodded.
As Teri went to work behind her, she spoke again.
“You know, I don’t think Ben’s ever seen me with a ponytail before.”
She flinched as Teri pulled her hair back, making a couple of final adjustments, then straightened up and patted her shoulder.
“There, that’ll have to do. I can’t do better in the time we have. Stand up, girl, let’s get a good look at you.”
Kayla rose to her feet and Teri motioned for her to turn around so she could see all sides.
“You are one hot piece of ass, young lady. You’re going to knock those boys dead.”
“That’s the problem. One of them is my husband and one of them is yours!”
Teri laughed.
“Right, give me a minute to get downstairs and tell them you’re ready then you can make an entrance all on your own. Knock ‘em silly, Tiger. One thing, remember, do what Chris says. If he says smile, smile. If he says pout, pout. Some of the poses might be a little uncomfortable but they are necessary. Okay?”
“Yes, mother.”
With a final giggle, Teri opened the door and left Kayla alone to study the reflection of her own transformation. She smiled. Teri had been right, she did look hot.
A moment later Teri’s voice floated up the stairs.
“They’re ready for you now, honey. Come on down.”
Chapter 3
Kayla moved to the top of the stairs and took a deep breath before stepping onto the first tread. She glanced down at her legs and noticed the way the very short skirt rode up above the stockings. If anyone had been standing at the foot of the stairs—and, thankfully, nobody was—they would have seen straight up her legs. The visible garters made her feel even more exposed and she shuddered, grabbing the handrail for support before stepping forward once more.
Their stairs consisted of two half-flights, so until she reached the landing and turned, she remained out of sight of her husband and their friends. Taking the last step down onto the landing, she again shuddered at the thought of the shortness of the skirt and the way it displayed her legs far more sexily than she ever had, at least in public. She gulped in more air and turned the corner.
Flash!
She was momentarily blinded and reached out for the handrail for support. She could dimly make out a figure at the bottom of the stairs and as her vision cleared she could see it was Chris looking up at her behind his camera. Despite the camera concealing about half of his face, she could see he was grinning at her.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. But I thought getting that first picture down would break the ice. You look stunning, by the way. Absolutely stunning.”
She smiled weakly and stepped down with her right leg. There was an immediate flash once more and this time she heard the click of the shutter firing. Chris had taken a shot of her leg exposed as it extended. She frowned at him and stepped down so both feet were on the same tread. Chris waited expectantly for her next move which she knew she couldn’t avoid. She almost asked if he’d seen her panties but stopped herself before she blurted out the question, instead asking a more leading one.
“You don’t think this dress is too short, do you?”
He shook his head.
“Absolutely not. It’s perfect for a model. I wouldn’t think Ben would take you dancing in that but, for its purpose, it’s fantastic. Ben, come and have a look at your ravishin
gly beautiful wife.”
Ben’s head popped into view behind Chris—he’d been standing close by.
“Wow, babe. You look something else. Incredible. I think we’re going to go clothes shopping.”
She stuck her tongue out at her husband as she stepped forward and down once more, only to find the flash going off again, capturing her unladylike moment for perpetuity.
“Come on, Kayla, smile.”
Kayla licked her lips and tried to force a smile onto her face then slowly walked, almost parading, down the rest of the steps with the flash going off in her face each time. As she got closer to the bottom, Chris backed slowly away, forcing Ben to retreat with him. The look of hunger on her husband’s face turned the forced smile into a more genuine one as she reacted to his desire. By the time she stepped down onto the polished wood floor of the main room of the open plan living space, she realised she was more comfortable with the way she was dressed—indeed, even turned on a little, once more.
Chris motioned Ben to take a seat on the couch next to Teri who was grinning at her.
“You did good, honey. Told you they’d have their mouths hanging open. Was I right?”
Kayla nodded.
The room had been transformed in the half hour or so she’d been upstairs with Teri. Cables snaked across the floor to several stands with white umbrellas on, and there were two camera tripods strategically placed too, although the only camera in evidence was the one in Chris’s hands. One couch was pushed back behind the lights, the one both Teri and her husband were sitting on, and the other was the focus of the lighting even though it wasn’t yet switched on. The thick red curtains had been drawn across the window, providing a backdrop to the plain light grey leather of the couch and it didn’t take a genius to work out where Chris intended to photograph her. She looked at the couch and closed her eyes for a moment, imagining herself lying there, slowly removing her panties, leaving herself exposed in just her stockings and garter belt. She quickly opened her eyes again as she felt the heat rising to her face and her nipples dig into the soft black fabric of her bra.