by Bridy McAvoy
“You’re the novice at this game, and each guy in turn is going to teach you how to play a shot. When each shot is played, the next guy takes over and the first one returns to taking pictures.”
“I can play you know…I think I’m not bad at it, actually.”
They all laughed.
“Well, we think this is more challenging for the photographers than the regular strip pool. In any case, you end up on the table naked in the end, so the result is the same.”
She just looked at him and realized this was more of the same—she wasn’t going to be undressing for the cameras again, she was going to be undressed…one button at a time with all of the guys getting to enjoy the experience. Before she’d started dating Ben, she’d had a boyfriend who was a pool playing freak. The relationship had lasted four dates, every one of which had ended up in a bar playing rack after rack, usually with him winning the rack and her playing every shot with his hand on her ass. She was pretty sure this was how this game was going to go, too. Mind you, she didn’t expect she’d actually have any competition on the table this time.
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It turned out Phil had been the winner of the selection process and he was going to coach her on the first shot. Chris placed the ball almost in the middle of the table meaning she’d have to stretch to hit the ball at all. That would give Steve, facing her, a clear shot down the front of her dress as she leaned into the shot. Andy, to the side, would have a great profile shot of her thigh and, since she’d have to stretch so far, Brad, crouching on the floor, would have a brilliant shot up her skirt. Phil put his camera down on one of the side tables and walked up to her, smiling, and handed her a cue. It was a short one as well, the shortest one on the rack, and she was pretty sure it was a jump cue rather than an ordinary one. Which, of course, meant she’d have to lean over further, exposing more of her legs to the camera lenses.
Kayla gave him a reproachful look but he just beamed at her and gestured for her to get into position. Phil crowded up against her, his leg pressing on hers as she bent over the table, one hand grasping her rest hand and the other the butt end of the cue. Chris had placed the ball well—she was at full stretch as she prepared to take the shot and jumped as Phil removed his hand from the butt of the cue and placed it instead on the cheek of her ass and squeezed.
“Not so hard!”
He chuckled but relaxed his grip a little and she took the shot, hitting the one ball she’d been aiming at and pocketing it solidly into the middle of the pocket. Phil gave her ass another squeeze as she slowly straightened up, reasoning they wanted to shoot that part of the moment as well. She smiled up into Phil’s eyes and he moved away to retrieve his camera as Andy put his down. They all moved around the table so Phil was now facing her, Steve at floor level and Brad to the side, as Andy pressed his leg against hers. Chris had replaced the white ball in almost the same position as before.
To Kayla’s surprise they all took two turns in this position before Chris called for a change. She’d expected one round robin from the way it was set up, and then a different, more revealing, sexier shot—but they’d done it twice. She was breathing heavily after the eight attempts to pot a ball, the first one being the only successful one.
When it came to Phil’s third turn, Chris positioned the ball much closer to her, almost against the cushion, put the two ball on the other side of the table and the six ball in a direct line in between and pantomimed for her to be trying a jump shot. Of course, she was standing almost upright to take this shot and Brad moved from the floor to crouch against the table, shooting her from the opposite side to Andy who moved out of Brad’s shot line. Phil didn’t even hesitate to stand right behind her, sandwiching her thighs between his and the edge of the table, while his hands snaked around her body to cup her breasts. How she was supposed to take the difficult shot in such a compromised position she didn’t know. Playing up for the cameras, she wiggled her ass against the growing erection pressing against it and gasped as he squeezed her breasts in a reflexive reaction to her teasing. The shot was a disaster and she felt herself flush as they laughed at her pathetic attempt before changing places.
The next three attempts were no better as each guy mimicked the first one, pressing his dick against her ass and holding her breasts in his hands. On one level the situation was about as un-erotic as she could think of, but on another level she could feel her body respond once more.
The next shot was again a bend right over the table shot and, this time, Phil flipped the skirt of the denim dress up to her waist and played with her ass with two hands, gently massaging both butt cheeks through the thin material of her panties. When she tried to stand up after the shot, he moved one hand to exert gentle pressure on the small of her back and kept her bent over as he pressed up to her once more. His cock wasn’t at full erection yet, but she could tell he was getting close to full hardness.
As each of the men took their turns at doing the same thing to her she could feel her body’s responses quickening and knew their casual treatment of her for the purposes of the shoot was getting her hot. After a few minutes of this she was panting and she knew her face was flushed—and this time it wasn’t from embarrassment. The next time Phil came round; all three of the men with cameras were behind as Phil stood next to her as she bent over for the shot. This time he didn’t flip her skirt up, instead inserting one hand up the back of the dress, grasping the back of her silk panties, so in view the previous time, and yanking them down to her knees, below the line of the shot. His hand disappeared back up under her skirt, tracing a light pattern up the back of her thigh then dancing across her now naked ass cheeks. Well, naked under the dress, anyway.
Once he stepped clear, Kayla knew the others would be mimicking the same actions so didn’t wait for Chris—simply hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pulled them back into place, heedless of the fact she flashed her naked ass at them at the same time. Each of them took their chance to pull her panties down and play with her ass, and Steve even ran his finger along the line of her slit, deep between her legs. She shuddered and totally fluffed the pool shot which brought more laughs from the men and another embarrassed flush to her face.
“Stand up and lose the panties, please, Kayla—we won’t need them anymore.”
In one sense she was pleased; the sodden fabric was uncomfortable between her legs, especially as the liquid, her juices, seemed to cool while they were trapping her knees. She guessed the next shot was going to be of her stretching along the table rather than over it, only one leg on the floor, displaying everything as she took her shot.
“Undo the bottom three buttons on the dress and, I guess, the top two as well. If you’re supposed to be trailer trash you’d best look the part.”
He chuckled at his own joke and she almost frowned at him and stuck her tongue out, but remembered the still half-full ice-bucket behind the bar—she didn’t want him getting creative with that and he’d warned her he would if she cheeked him anymore.
Once her dress was adjusted she checked her image in the mirror behind the bar. It was definitely not an outfit to play pool in—the dress was undone to within an inch of her crotch, the top gaping open, too, exposing her cleavage. The lace stocking-tops and her bare thighs were on complete view from any angle unless she stood upright and held the dress down with her hands.
“Lean back against the table and with the cue next to you, please, Kayla.”
She did as Chris said and waited for the next photo op to reveal itself, it was obvious this time she wasn’t going to be posing taking a shot. Phil moved toward her and winked. She didn’t know how to take the wink—was it a reassuring one or a sly one…or even a warning one.
He put both hands on the edge of the pool table, one each side of her which lowered his head to the same level as hers. He smiled, and winked again, with his head beginning to move toward her.
She started to panic—kissing these guys wasn’t on the menu as far as she was
concerned, but she relaxed a little as his head moved to the side and lowered so he was nuzzling at her neck, his lips nipping gently at her sensitive skin. An even more alarming thought crossed her mind.
“No hickies!”
He chuckled, the sound reverberating down her neck as his hands moved. One rose to cup her breast through her dress; the other, more worryingly, moved toward the lower slit in the dress, his fingertips finding her naked thigh. One of his knees pressed between hers stopping her from clamping her legs together as they started to work up toward her unprotected pussy.
“Throw your head back and close your eyes—enjoy it…or, at least, look like you’re enjoying it.”
Chris’s chuckle was evil and Kayla felt well out of her comfort zone as Phil pressed his index finger on her slit. She shuddered as she heard the shutters clicking and put her head back as far as she could, striking as dramatic a pose as she could, dropping one hand back onto the table to support her weight.
“Undo another button at the top as you move away, Phil.”
Andy took the same liberties with her as Phil had and, without Chris saying anything, undid another button, then it was Steve’s turn. He, being Steve, took things up another notch as he nuzzled her neck. He undid the button first and slid his hand inside the dress to fondle her breast with only the thin silk of her bra between his hand and her nipple. He flicked a button open at the bottom too and his hand went straight to her pussy, one finger lying either side of her slit and pulling it apart as if to show the succulent pink flesh inside. Kayla couldn’t suppress the shiver as his thumb exerted pressure on her clit and her thighs started to tremble. Before the almost inevitable orgasm could bubble through to the surface he backed away, grinning, and then suggestively licked his fingers clean where they’d glistened with her moisture.
“You taste nice…very sweet, sweetie.”
Kayla glared at him as he walked off chuckling but didn’t have any time to dwell on it, or on Chris’s lack of intervention about him overstepping the line. Brad moved up to her, a twinkle in his eye.
“Leave the buttons alone, Brad, but pull her bra straps down her arms…let’s really go for the trailer trash look.”
She shot Chris a glare but he ignored it and concentrated on making sure the others were getting the right angles as Brad followed his instructions, pulling her bra straps out from under the dress and then yanking them down her arms. Just like Steve, his hand slipped inside her dress as she threw her head back as yet another man nuzzled her neck. Brad was much gentler than Steve had been as he groped her breast, then raised his hand a couple of inches higher on her breast. She gasped as she realized his intention but it was too late to stop him as he pushed his hand back down, pushing the thin silk bra cup down and off her breast, allowing him access to her naked nipple. He proceeded to roll and tweak the hardened flesh and for a moment she forgot his other hand working between her legs. That only lasted a moment as his index finger and middle finger, held close together, jabbed upward into her pussy, penetrating her labia and burying themselves inside her as far as the second knuckle.
She grunted and then couldn’t prevent the moan escaping her lips as his fingers worked their magic on her. Her legs went weak and she was on the brink of an orgasm when he pulled away from her and backed away, a smile on his face as he imitated Steve’s gesture and licked her juices off his fingers. She was too weak to bother to glare at him and just sagged back against the table, her arms straining to take her weight as she tried to force her legs to stand upright.
Chris chuckled as he stepped forward. “Ridden hard and put away wet. I like that…” He looked into her eyes and, with his back to the others, winked at her. “That’s a wrap for this one. Kayla, you’ve got five minutes to get changed. The outfit’s in the carrier Brad brought in.” He looked around the room. “Sorry, there’s no place for you to get changed…you’ll just have to do it in here.”
For a moment she glared at him but he just grinned.
“We could carry on using the pool table if you want, but I’m pretty sure you know how that would end, don’t you?”
Visions of them gangbanging her on the pool table ripped through her mind as she looked at Chris—they’d brought her to almost fever pitch and Chris knew it as well as she did as she still couldn’t control her breathing. A couple more rounds like that and she’d quite possibly be asking for them to do more. Kayla realized Chris probably had intended to do more with the pool table set up but had seen the danger signs. With that realization, she smiled gratefully at him and walked over to the far corner of the room where Brad had left the final dress carrier.
Chapter 11
Kayla checked her image in the mirror behind the bar one last time, making sure the narrow tie looked correct. The outfit was ridiculous, and about as unoriginal as you could get, but Chris had been adamant when she giggled and refused to put it on. It had been embarrassing enough to get changed while they all watched, and a couple of them photographed the process, but to put on a mock schoolgirl outfit was just crazy. She might be only twenty-three and a mere five years older than the uniform was aimed for, but it looked silly on her. She might just about pass for twenty, but not for a schoolgirl by any stretch of the imagination.
At least the knee socks looked authentic, but the plaid kilt was a good six inches short, the blouse thin and translucent and the black tie around her neck just looked daft. No bra and no panties in the bag and, Chris had confirmed, they weren’t needed.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to put my hair up in pigtails?”
Chris shook his head and laughed at the same time. “No, sweetie You’re right, it might look better but it would take too long to do properly and we don’t have the time. Now, hop up on the stage, please.”
“I’m not a professional stripper and I have never pole danced in my life!”
“I know, sweetie, you only ever gave that one amateur performance.”
The other men wolf-whistled at her and she blushed—Chris had again given away more information than she wanted him to.
“Now, please stop arguing, and get on the stage. We’ll use the pole as a prop but not make you pole dance, okay?”
She’d thought the stage was tiny but, now she was standing on it, it was even smaller. How any professional stripper could perform on this stage was beyond her and she was glad she wasn’t trying to do that herself.
“Lean back against the pole and smile for us, Kayla, there’s a good girl…nice. Now, make sure the pole is nestling between your butt cheeks and open your legs a few inches…good. You’re doing well. Grab the pole a few inches above your head and slide down a little so your knees bend…perfect.”
The combination of movements was extremely revealing, the hands above her head pulled the skirt hem higher, while the pole tight against her ass captured the fabric so, as she slid down, the skirt stayed at almost the same height. Since the stage was a foot or so higher than the floor the guys were standing on, all they had to do was crouch down and her naked pussy would be on show. One by one they dropped to their knees to shoot up her skirt. Steve was the first but the others followed suit when they saw his cheesy grin.
She closed her eyes and tried hard not to let fantasy images play in her mind, but it was difficult—she kept getting flashes of both real events in the recent past and that one appearance on stage, coupled with fantasies of the four photographers doing things to her. Her nipples, already visible through the thin blouse, hardened and, as she moved, they rubbed against it. Her areola darkened as blood rushed into them and her breathing sped up to keep pace with her heart rate. She stretched her arms higher along the pole and started to grind her ass against it, flicking her hips from side to side in a wanton display that had the four photographers crowding closer.
Kayla could feel the power in the room—and it was her power, not Chris’s and not the students. She reveled in it for a moment as she continued to tease the four lenses with sensuous body movements without any
instructions from Chris. Each time her hips dipped she slid a further inch or so down the pole, showing more and more leg under the short skirt and, from their angle, providing a clearer and clearer view of her slit. After a couple of minutes, Chris spoke up, his voice hoarse.
“Change position slightly, please, Kayla…drop onto your knees but don’t sit back on them. Try and put one leg each side of the pole, okay?”
Kayla pouted for a moment—she wouldn’t have quite the same freedom of movement as she’d had before—wouldn’t be able to tease the men quite so effectively. How effective she’d been was evidenced by the rasp in Chris’s voice and the equally obvious bulge in the front of his jeans. All through the day she’d purposely ignored any opportunity to look at the men’s crotches as they’d photographed her naked, or partially clothed, body. Now, she did so deliberately, knowing the action was provocative and that they’d notice her doing so. All four of the students sported impressive erections inside their jeans and she smiled as her gaze swept down the line. The high she was getting from the feeling of power was an incredible turn-on for her and Kayla milked every moment of it.
“Clasp your hands together the other side of the pole, grip the pole with your wrists and arch your back…Really push those sweet tits at us…Keep grinding that ass…you look very sexy, Kayla, very seductive.”
Once more she followed the instructions and closed her eyes, letting the lewd images of her performance three years earlier play across her mind. Her mouth dropped open to gulp in air between gasps as her own imagination pushed her higher. She sensed someone had moved and guessed it was one of the photographers changing their angle as they shot her but the pressure of the solid pole was driving her closer and closer to the brink of cumming so she didn’t open her eyes or pay attention to the movement, merely allowing the same whimsical smile to light up her face.