by Bridy McAvoy
“Right, gentlemen, if you please…gather round. Kayla’s going to show us something, or is it everything?”
He laughed at his own joke and she simply looked past him, waiting until the photographers took up their positions around her once more—three of them to one side, while the fourth one, Andy, crouched on the floor to shoot at an acute angle.
“Very nice, Kayla, hold that pose for a second…now lift the drink with your left hand and pretend to take a sip. Hold the glass there and, if you can, purse your lips as if you’re rolling the vodka around in your mouth to savor it. Drop your right hand to your lap and smile in my direction…very good. Tip your head back and pretend to swallow. You should have been an actress not a model…you’re doing very well. Now gather up your skirt in your right hand a little, as if you’re subtly flashing someone at the bar a bit more leg. Of course, you are flashing several men, but that’s okay, isn’t it?”
The four photography students dutifully chuckled and Kayla just kept the smile on her face.
“Let’s crank up the sex appeal a little, undo the bottom two buttons on the dress, and then cross your legs, right over left and show us some thigh…there’s a good girl. You’re looking good, sweetie, very sexy, in that trailer trash kind of way.”
Under any other circumstances she’d have thought long and hard about hauling back and belting him for describing her as trailer trash, but she’d already worked out that was the look he was going for. She undid the prescribed buttons and looked down at her legs as she crossed them, having to turn slightly toward the cameras as she did so, to avoid banging her knees against the bar. She wasn’t showing part of her thigh, she was just about showing all of it, and with the now three-quarter view she was giving them, they could see even more. Andy, at floor level in particular, must be having a field day—shed’ been pretty certain he was a leg man from week one, so he, in particular, was in hog heaven.
“Undo the next two buttons please, sweetie, and maybe the one at the top, too…very nice. Now lean forward.”
Once more the clicking of the camera shutters formed an audible backdrop to the gradual process of her undressing—she’d become inured to it, and now only noticed its absence rather than it happening.
“Another button at the top, and uncross your legs and turn sideways on the stool to face us…very good.”
She looked down and smiled at Andy who had crawled closer and was pointing his camera straight at her knees which she’d kept pressed together. He moved his hand in front of his camera and gestured for her to open her legs a little. She thought for a second about ignoring him, but she knew Chris would tell her to do the same thing soon, anyway. She moved her legs a little, parting them at the knees by about three inches. There was a shadowed recess now between her legs, one his camera would be straining to penetrate, but the blackness only concealed the black of her panties.
“One more button at the top, and just hold the two sides apart a little…very good. Now pick the drink up and pretend to sip from the glass again…very nice, sweetie, very sexy indeed…and cut. Kayla, relax for a minute, but don’t bother doing any buttons up, okay?”
She shrugged, then regretted the gesture given how much of her cleavage was on view as the jiggling of her breasts brought instant attention from all the standing men. Chris leaned over and removed the drink from the bar and smiled at her.
“I want you to lie on the bar, please, Kayla, as you’ve guessed—on your back, please.”
She looked at him in surprise then surveyed the polished flat top of the bar. Although it had been rubbed to a high gloss finish it nevertheless didn’t look clean. She sighed and touched it with her finger, leaving a line as she brought her finger back toward her.
“You’ll owe me a trip to the hairdresser when we’re done.”
Chris shrugged. “Whatever, sweetie, whatever. Now climb up here, please.”
She debated how to move from the bar stool to the top of the bar in the most dignified and discreet way, but decided there was no point trying to be ladylike and chaste about it. The clothes wouldn’t be staying on much longer—already the dress was only held together with five buttons, and the bra, as the others already knew, was a front loader.
She placed her hands on the bar and then levered herself till she was sitting on the bar, swiveling through ninety degrees and finally lay back, her head almost touching the space where the flap came down, and her legs pointing in a straight line along the bar.
Chris moved through to stand behind the bar where he quickly loaded ice into five glasses, then added water to them.
“You’re going to enjoy this.”
“What?”
He placed a coaster in the middle of her stomach, right over her belly button and placed a glass half full of water with two lumps of ice in it, on top of the coaster.
“Just keep very still.”
She sucked in her breath and looked down the length of her body, it looked precarious perched there and realized sucking in a deep breath might have been a mistake—shallow breathing was more the order of the day.
“Lay your arms by your sides, palm up.”
She did as he said only for Chris to place two more coasters and glasses of iced water on top of them.
He picked up a fourth glass and then put a coaster on her stomach, a few inches higher than the one on her belly button—this one leaned down at a bit of an angle created by her position, but it seemed stable enough.
“One more.”
“What are you doing, Chris?”
“Teaching you to lie still, when I want you to lie still.”
“Bastard!”
He just chuckled. “For that I might just forget about the coaster and place this one here.”
The glass descended toward her neck, above the up thrust of her breasts and below her chin. She glared at it wide-eyed, worried that the contact with the ice-chilled glass would cause her to flinch and spill the others. She was helpless to prevent him from doing anything unless she was prepared to accept getting the ice-cold water on sensitive parts of her body. Her breathing was rapid and shallow, and she was relieved when he took the threat away and lifted the glass clear.
She looked at him and heard the guys taking photos of her predicament; she tried to plead with her eyes for him to remove the glasses. He leaned down and stroked her hair and whispered into her ear so no-one else could hear.
“Are you going to be good and stop cheeking me?”
She bit her lip and tried to nod just her head so as not to upset the nearest glass.
“Good girl…behave now and do as you’re told. Okay?”
Again she nodded and he removed the two glasses from her hands, putting them at the back of the bar and moving the other two to join them. She sighed with relief but was conscious he hadn’t tipped them away. The implied threat could still be carried out.
“Undo the rest of the buttons, Kayla, but keep the dress closed—don’t let it fall open, we don’t want to see too much, just yet.”
The four guys groaned but Kayla knew they were kidding on the square again. Chastened by Chris’s casual display of power over her, she quickly undid the remaining buttons and arranged the dress to lie side by open side on her body. There was no way it would stay completely closed, but there was only a strip of about an inch down her length, from her cleavage past her panties onto her thighs, exposed. Behind her she felt, as much as heard, the soft whump of the flap dropping into place above her head.
“Very nice…now carefully lift your arms up and stretch them up over your head. Close your eyes and try and project that nice, dreamy, sexy smile at us as you lie there…Okay, sweetie, that’s good, very good in fact. Now, take a deep breath and just relax. Don’t worry, there’s no more ice tricks…for now.”
She shuddered, she really didn’t like the for now rider on the end of his sentence but could do nothing about it. Kayla lay still in a world of her own making—now, once more, closing her eyes simply projected fantasi
es of what was going to happen to her, and memories of what had already happened. Her breathing grew ever quicker, ever shallower, and she could feel her nipples had hardened inside the bra once more. Her body was reacting to the situation in the usual way, a way she couldn’t control and, having her eyes closed, only heightened the anxiety about what was going to happen and the arousal the imminent exposure of her body engendered.
“You look great, Kayla, very nice indeed. Now we need to ramp it up a bit. The guys are lined up alongside of you. Move the stools out of the way if you like, guys.”
Chris paused and she could hear the sound of them dragging the bar stools clear so they could belly up to the bar right next to her—she could imagine the cameras poised above her as she lay there, keeping her eyes closed, not really wanting to look up at them, anyway.
“Sometimes you have to take some shots one-handed—there’s no other way, so this is an exercise in how to do that. Change your camera grip so you can hold the camera steady and reach for the shutter button with either your thumb or your forefinger, whichever is more comfortable for you. The forefinger is the more common grip, but it isn’t the only one. I once taught a woman to use her camera one-handed—she had no other choice, she had lost the use of the other arm. She held the camera upside down so she could trigger the shot with her finger. Whichever and whatever is comfortable. Just don’t drop your camera and bounce it off Kayla—I’m sure neither her nor her husband would approve of any bruising.”
They all chuckled and she could feel them shuffling above her as they positioned themselves above her. Chris was in teaching, rather than teasing, mode and she relaxed and lay still waiting for him to tell her what to do or, given they all now had a free hand, tell them what to do to her!
“Right, reach out with your free hand and grasp the edge of her dress nearest you. Don’t pull or tug on it.”
She felt their hands touch her, the backs of four sets of knuckles touching her skin. The two in the middle, one just above her waist, one just below, didn’t concern her—the one nestling into her cleavage did, as did the one resting between her inner thighs, almost in contact with her suddenly moist pussy.
“Focus your cameras on your hands. Take your time…comfortable, Kayla?”
She nodded, although in all honesty she wasn’t that comfortable.
“Good…as I said take your time. Learning this is important. Kayla doesn’t mind, she’s getting paid to lie still after all.”
She gulped in some air and waited for Chris to tell the men to peel back one side of the dress and expose that side of her body to them and their cameras. It was obvious the guy with his hand in her cleavage was going to cop a feel as he moved his hand toward himself. It wasn’t quite so obvious what the guy with his hand so close to her pussy was going to do. She wasn’t sure she wanted the answer to that, but knew she was about to get one!
“Work together and draw it back to the side and off her…take it slow, and keep taking pictures.”
It felt strange lying there still with her eyes closed as four hands, belonging to four different men, pulled one half of her dress off her. They all exerted different amounts of pressure on her flesh—the guy at her breasts pushing the back of his fingers hard against her flesh, moving his hand so it rubbed across her nipple, tweaking the rubbery point and bringing a gasp to her lips. The most surprising one was the guy at her crotch, who didn’t attempt to run his fingers across her slit at all, simply worked at the same speed as the other guys. After a few seconds they let go of the dress and it fell down to the bar top beside her. She thought she must look decidedly odd, given one side was covered by half of the dress, the other open and exposed, from bar covered breast, via panties to her stocking-clad leg. Chris had told her to keep her eyes closed so she did, picturing how she must look, trying to work out if it was bizarre or somehow sexy.
“The other side gentlemen…remember you’re pushing the material away this time so you’re going to have to stretch more.”
Once more the fingers touched her and once more she felt the firm pressure as one of them dragged the fingertips across her nipple. She sighed when the dress lay to both sides of her, exposing the black satin underwear to them all, her hands still above her head.
“Spread your feet apart, please, sweetie…a little bit more…go on, another few inches…very good. Right, gentlemen, are you ready for the next stage?”
A chorus of yeses answered Chris and she tensed as she waited for someone to start removing either her bra by undoing the front clip or pulling the cups down, or her panties by pulling them down or just the crotch to the side. She shuddered in anticipation, waiting for Chris’s next command.
A moment later four hands touched her again—this time one on each breast and two on her pussy, one quite high on her mound, one quite low between her now splayed legs. She gasped in shock, then realized there was something else in store as the cameras clicked above her. It wasn’t hands touching her—whatever it was, was in every case, hard and metallic, with a rounded end. Chris had to have signaled them rather than told them what to do, set the whole thing up in advance without her knowledge.
He must have given another unspoken command because a moment later all four bullet vibrators switched on with their characteristic low hum. Four of them! Four of them…touching her…Her back arched and she grunted as each man went about his work, still using just one hand to manipulate the devices in their hands, the other capturing images of her torment with their cameras. Two of the vibrators pressed directly onto her nipples, through the soft thin silk of the bra cups. One was working its way down to the top of her slit, searching for her clit while remaining outside her panties. The fourth one was starting to press against the inside edges of her outer labia, starting to push inside her.
“Brad, turn the intensity up.”
Chris low-voiced command caused the vibrator on her left nipple to double its assault on her senses, so it was clear where Brad was.
“Steve, you too.”
The one approaching her clit doubled and then redoubled. Kayla knew she was in trouble. When they’d used one on her before it had been a known experience—something she’d done to herself, albeit in private. Now they were using four vibrators on her—four toys working at different intensities and different speeds on all the sensitive areas of her body. She could feel the bar top sliding under her, and realized it was her moving as her hips churned in response to the intense stimulation. She started to moan, unable to contain the excitement that built and built within her. Visions flashed across her closed eyes, fantasies of sexual scenes, each one fleeting and difficult to recall, but they all involved her writhing under a pile of male bodies. For the first time in her life she was fantasizing about being gang-banged!
She came in a huge rush, her back arching again as her body went rigid, her thighs trembling as the orgasm washed all conscious thought from her mind. She knew she’d been a little loud when someone, it had to be Chris, clamped his hand over her mouth. She opened her eyes and looked up into his smiling face then slowly closed them again as her body sank back down to the bar top. The cameras kept clicking, the toys kept buzzing and the sensations continued, the men not stopping or slackening their pace as the buzzing implements in their hands elicited the response they wanted.
Before she’d fully calmed down from the tremendous orgasm she found herself climbing the slope to another one. Her hands spread apart, gripped the sides of the bar and her legs parted even further as she tried to control and channel the forces raging through her. The guy working on her pussy had pushed the bullet and most of her panties up into her slit and increased the intensity of the vibrations to maximum. Steve had found the right place and pushed his down hard against the top of her clit. She screamed once more as she felt the pressure, while her nipples were being tormented into what felt like the hardest they’d ever been.
As she came for a second time she vaguely heard Chris tell them it was a wrap, and one by one the hands an
d the toys withdrew from her body. She gasped for breath and, after a minute, struggled into a sitting position. All four men had backed off a bit to give her some space and Chris was simply grinning at her.
“I thought you’d enjoy the experience.”
She almost swore at him again, but remembered his warning earlier. She looked about the room and swung her legs off the bar, noticing her juices had soaked the panties and into the back of the dress. Brad stepped forward and held out his arms and it took her a moment to understand he was offering to help her down, an assistance she was happy to accept.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
She smiled at him then turned to Chris as if to ask what’s next.
“Do your dress up again, Kayla. It’s time for the next shoot.”
The rumble of the table releasing the pool balls into the tray told her where the next shoot would take place.
Chapter 10
Chris had at least allowed her to quickly check her makeup and brush her hair before starting the next shoot which, she’d already worked out, would involve the pool table. She berated herself for closing her eyes and imagining it again. Her breathing had quickened as fantasies about writhing naked on the pool table as they all took pictures of her fucking herself with the blunt end of a pool cue wasn’t an image she wanted to think about. She walked over to the pool table to the group of men, knowing her skin was flushed from the two recent orgasms on the bar top as well as from her own licentious thoughts.
“Right, Kayla, this one is going to be easy for you…okay? All you have to do is go with the flow.”
She’d seen the guys playing the childish rock, scissors, paper game again while she was getting ready but didn’t know why, although she could hazard a guess.