Kayla - The First Four Weeks

by Bridy McAvoy

  For the next several minutes they kept Kayla busy enough not to think too much about what was happening. She turned this way and that in response to a barrage of, sometimes contradictory, instructions, posing in several contorted positions as they gradually moved her toward the rocks, and the gushing, slashing waterfalls. She could hardly feel her feet, the water was so cold—but she kept the smile on her face, although she felt sure it would be more of a grimace once the pictures were viewed on a larger screen.

  Kayla closed her eyes in response to a command and tilted her head back, imagining herself ripping off the dress and exposing the tiny red bikini. Not that they hadn’t seen it already, of course—after all, they had shots of her putting it on, so there would be no surprise element.

  “Step a few inches to your right.”

  Kayla moved as requested then yelled as this brought the right side of her body into contact with the rushing cold water as it spilled over the top of one of the rocks. Instantly the water plastered her now wet dress against her body, molding it to every contour. The cold penetrated to her very core, and she shuddered and flailed for balance as the shock threatened to cause her to lose her footing.

  Chris chuckled.

  “Sorry about that, but your wide-eyed look as the water hit you was perfect…I hope you all captured that look, guys.”

  One or two of them nodded and smiled as Kayla glared at them. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself.

  “Turn through a hundred and eighty degrees and lean against the rock. Put your forearms on the top of the rock and rest your head on them. If the rock isn’t tall enough, lean forward so your whole body is touching the rock.”

  “You mean so my whole body is touching the water, don’t you?”

  “Yep.”

  He grinned, not the least bit repentant about the fact the water was so cold. She did as he said, her entire body shuddering and shivering at the contact, aware of the way her dress was now fully soaked through, the cold water cascading down it. The red bikini, tiny as it was, would be clearly visible as soon as she stepped away from the rock or, God forbid, was told to turn around and press her back into the same water stream.

  “It’s fucking cold!”

  Chris didn’t laugh this time and took a couple of steps forward.

  “I know, sweetie…we’ll be quick. I promise. You can have a nice warm shower after this, too. Now, turn around and lean back against the rock.”

  Once more she did as he said, feeling the intense cold of the water penetrating the thin dress, plastering that, in turn, to her back. She glanced down to see just how transparent the dress had gone, and the answer was almost completely. She could see every detail of the bikini, the fact the triangles of fabric were pushed away from her body by her rigid nipples, though they were rigid from cold not from arousal. Kayla wasn’t the least bit turned on—she was just cold. She could almost make out the goose bumps on her skin through the fabric, it was that cold.

  She was panting for breath, too, short rapid gasps for air and she realized she was starting to shiver.

  Brad was the first to notice she was in trouble. “Chris, I think Kayla’s too cold.”

  Chris moved toward her and cocked his head on one side. Kayla looked at him and wondered what the noise was that she could hear—it was her own teeth chattering.

  “You’re right! Sorry, Kayla, I didn’t realize it was that cold. Steve, fetch the towels…they’re just inside the en-suite in Kayla’s dressing room. Andy…coffee…black, plenty of sugar.”

  He reached for her hand as Steve almost trotted across the deck to the open window to her dressing room. Chris guided her off the water feature to stand shivering on the deck, her wet dress still clinging to her body, exacerbating the chill running through her.

  Chris moved in to stand in front of her and his practiced hands ran the zip straight down her body, separating out the two halves of the front of the dress and peeling it back off her. Peeling was the operative word, too—the cold wet fabric clung to her as if glued. It took him a little time to wrestle it back over her shoulders and then down her back—it didn’t fall clear until he’d got it down as far as her waist. She could see the bikini top had been disturbed in the process, neither triangle covering her nipples any more, but didn’t care as Steve rushed up holding several of the large fluffy white towels like the ones she’d used after the shower.

  Chris draped one towel round her shoulders and started to rub briskly. Brad grabbed another and signaled to Steve and the two men dropped to their knees, one on either side of her to swathe one leg each in a towel, Phil grabbing a fourth, wrapping it around her waist, and started rubbing her backside through it. Andy reappeared with a mug of coffee from the kitchen and she grabbed it, smiling her thanks as her hands cupped the hot mug and brought it to her lips. The pungent liquid was stronger than she usually had, but it was warm, even the fact of it containing sugar—something she never used—didn’t deter her from savoring the warmth as each sip filled her mouth and then warmed down to her core as she swallowed.

  She stood there, hands wrapped around the mug, stiff-legged as the men worked on her, drying off the water and extracting the chill from her body. After a few minutes she started to feel warm and nodded her thanks to Chris.

  “Let’s get you out of that wet bikini, too, sweetie.”

  She looked at him reproachfully, but already his hands had moved behind her neck, under the towel, fiddling with the wet string knot. Brad and Steve dropped their towels baring her legs and Phil stood back so they could access the two bows at the sides of the brief bottoms. In seconds they moved his hands to her back and undid the second knot on the top. Within seconds the four men had efficiently stripped the bikini from her and both scraps of red fabric lay at her feet as they, for once, ignored her nudity and swathed her in the towels.

  “Thanks, guys.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  “No worries.”

  She looked at Chris and smiled to take the sting out of her words. “Not your brightest moment, there, was it?”

  He shrugged. “Maybe not, but the guys got some fabulous pictures…I’m sure of that.”

  She looked up at the sky, peering past the floodlights to see it was now a deep blue, only a few minutes away for full sunset.

  “And next…? Hot tub is it?”

  He chuckled. “After that, that probably sounds good to you, doesn’t it?”

  She knew her eyes were twinkling as she nodded. Chris’s hands were working on her breasts, Phil’s on her butt, and the other two had slid their hands, to the junction between her legs. She was panting again and she knew they all knew it wasn’t from cold anymore.

  “Unfortunately, no…we have another couple of shoots to do before then.”

  “Ah, shucks, and the boys are enjoying themselves, aren’t they? Enough though, guys, I need a rest.”

  They all laughed and she wondered at the mercurial change to her own mood. Chris and Phil backed off and Phil lowered his hand but Steve, ever the opportunist, didn’t. Instead he wormed his finger under the towel to touch her naked slit. She jumped and pantomimed smashing the coffee mug into his head, which made him desist and also back off.

  “Time to get ready now…you’ve had your fun.”

  She pouted at him then grinned. “Spoil sport.”

  He just looked at her as the four men laughed and picked up their cameras.

  “The next shoot is the first of the night ones and we’ve got about three quarters of an hour till full darkness. That gives you plenty of time to get ready. We, on the other hand need, to police up the house—the rooms we won’t be using, the tennis court—and get the lights set up, while also downloading the pictures we’ve already got.”

  He turned back to face her after talking to the group as a whole.

  “You’ve got an hour, then, sweetie. Shower, makeup and hair, and the outfit is in the last but one bag.”

  “I thought you said there was more than one
more shoot after that?”

  “There is, but the final shoot is the hot tub one and you’ve got the bikini for that, right here.”

  “Oh.”

  “Now we want a real sophisticated sexy look. Can you put your hair up?”

  “I guess…but not as well as Teri could…”

  “You’ll do fine. I want you to look like you’re ready for a date, okay? Although, of course, you won’t actually be going anywhere.”

  Kayla just looked at him.

  “Scoot. Time’s wasting.”

  Acting on a devilish whim, she shrugged the last remaining towel off her shoulders and walked slowly back to the door to her dressing room, still carrying the now empty coffee mug.

  She overlapped her feet as she walked, pushing her hips from side to side to accentuate the movement of her ass knowing, if she turned round, they’d all be admiring her nude rear view. She did look back over her shoulder.

  “A refill of the coffee, please, but no sugar this time. Just leave it in the room—I’ll be in the shower.”

  As Andy started forward to take the mug from her she giggled.

  “And the bathroom door will be locked!”

  Chapter 9

  Kayla was struggling to come to terms with the way she’d flirted with the guys—walking brazenly nude away from them had been a huge tease and, she forced herself to admit, a big turn on. By the time she stepped into the shower she’d been aroused to the point where touching her mound would have set herself off. She tried to restrain the urge to masturbate and concentrated instead on getting her hair shampooed and rinsed, hoping by the time it came to cleaning her body she’d have calmed down a bit. A few minutes later she breathed a sigh of relief at the way the strategy had worked. Stepping out of the shower, and after drying, she wrapped yet another towel around herself from the huge pile on top of the vanity unit, and another one around her hair. She’d been true to her word and locked the bathroom door, but hadn’t expected anyone to test that anyway, despite inviting Andy to deliver a mug of coffee to the bedroom she was using.

  Once she stepped out of the bathroom she checked the ranch door was shut, the catch across and the glass opaque, while the internal door was shut too. The coffee was sitting on the dressing table waiting for her and she sipped it with gratitude, unwinding the towel from her hair and quickly bussing it dry. With no hairdryer in evidence, and no straighteners, putting her hair up was going to be a challenge but one she’d coped with before. Twenty minutes later she checked the clock and realized she only had another twenty minutes to do her makeup and get dressed. The hair, piled up on top and cascading onto one shoulder was, to her eyes, barely acceptable, but she was out of time and it would have to do.

  Kayla knew Chris would be knocking on the door at the requisite time so quickly decided to get at least partially dressed so, if she had to open the door, he wouldn’t be getting an eyeful. The garment bag contained what she’d expected—a sexy little black dress, and the prerequisite underwear to match—bra, garter belt, tiny thin, translucent panties to match the similarly translucent bra and the ubiquitous lace-topped stockings. The lace around the stocking-tops was trimmed with a thin red ribbon, as was the garters and, when she looked, the top edge of the bra cups and the waistband of the panties. Her eyebrows went up as she decided just how sexy this outfit would be. Chris had specified sophisticated and sexy, and that was what this outfit oozed—it wasn’t a date outfit, it was a big date outfit, one with a promise attached. She shuddered—there were no such promises here.

  She slid the stockings onto her legs, fastened the garter belt around her waist and attached the garters to the stockings, making sure everything was straight, then pulled the panties over the top and slipped the bra over her shoulders. It was a front fastener and she eyed the shoulder straps of the dress with a doubtful look. The straps were thin—tiny even, and wouldn’t cover the bra straps. A quick inspection revealed the straps were detachable and, after converting it to strapless, put it back on, and held the dress up against herself to check in the mirror.

  ”Very sexy!”

  She whirled round at the sound of Chris’s voice to see the photographer leaning against the surround of the open door and frowned at him.

  “Didn’t you say you would knock?”

  “I did knock—you didn’t hear it.”

  “But you came in anyway?”

  He shrugged. “Well…you might have still been in the shower. We’re ready for you.”

  His eyes travelled up and down her, seeing the dress from the front and, in the mirror, the reflection of her almost naked back.

  “But I can see you’re not ready for us.”

  “You wanted sophisticated. There was no hair dryer, no straighteners—it all takes time you know.”

  “I know…I know…Ten minutes?”

  She thought for a second and nodded.

  “Good girl.”

  “I still have to do my makeup…so scoot.”

  * * * *

  When she opened the bedroom door, Chris was leaning against the opposite wall of the hallway. Once more he looked her up and down then whistled.

  “Damn, girl! You are hot! I can’t believe it only took you an hour and…what…ten to do that! Hell, it takes Teri that long to sort out her heels, for God’s sake!”

  She looked at him—the image of the heavily pregnant Teri wearing high heels couldn’t do anything but bring a smile to her face.

  “Come on, it’s time for you to see the best room in this house.”

  She cocked an eyebrow at him.

  “The master bedroom. I wish I could afford this setup.”

  The door to the master suite was a few paces along the corridor and Chris held out his hand to lead her those few steps.

  “So what’s the plan this time? I guess a bedroom scene?”

  Chris just smiled. She hadn’t expected him to answer—he never told her too much about an upcoming shoot, saying he wanted her reactions to be natural, except for the one occasion when he’d told her the first shoot of week two was going to be a bondage one. That wasn’t something she wanted to repeat, nor, thinking about it, did she want a week to dwell on it either. She shivered at the memories and didn’t continue with her questions.

  The photographer opened the door with a flourish and she stepped in—then stopped short. She’d thought the room she was using was luxurious, but this room was stunning—hers paled in comparison. The walls were lined with what had to be fabric, a deep red counterpoint with occasional panels of a rich cream fabric that looked like silk. The ceiling was also fabric-lined, again in the cream silk, reflecting the myriad of lights from the recessed lighting around the architrave. There was no furniture in the middle of the room except for a massive bed, covered in matching fabric. Even the curtains, currently drawn back, were the same deep red color. Four doors led off one side of the room and she cocked her head in that direction.

  “His walk-in wardrobe, his bathroom; her bathroom and her walk-in wardrobe and dressing room.”

  “Wow!”

  “As I said, Teri would kill for a bedroom like this. There’s a drop-down projection screen and recessed surround sound in here, too. Even the bed has several electronic features, including massage and motorized tilting and sitting.”

  She shook her head—it was too much, too rich, but she could see Chris was in awe of it—in love with it even. Looking around, she couldn’t see any of the other four men, nor their cameras.

  “And the others are…?”

  “Outside. I told you it’s a night shoot, so three of them are going to be out there with me, shooting in, while one of them is in here with you.”

  “Ah…”

  “So, I’m afraid that outfit is an on and off operation.”

  “What?”

  “Take it off, swap photographers, put it back on, take it off…you know what I mean.”

  “So, are you going to be directing things from outside?”

  He shook his head.
“Nope, the door will be closed, and each of them get their turn directing. Simple, really.”

  Kayla knew there was one question she wanted to ask, but wasn’t sure she wanted the answer. Whatever happened she didn’t want Steve to be the first guy shut in the bedroom with her, but she had to find out.

  “Who’s first then?”

  “Brad.”

  Chris chuckled at her sigh of relief.

  “Then Steve, Andy and, finally, Phil.”

  “And how did you arrive at that sequence?”

  “Simple, sweetie. I know Steve might put you off by talking dirty. He’s cruder than the others, although his language does tend to turn you on more if you’re already warmed up. Brad is an expert on warming you up. We’ve already proved that.”

  “Hmm…”

  She was getting fed up with Chris laughing at her and he was doing it again. After a couple more moments for her to gawk around the room, Chris spoke up again.

  “Shall we get started?”

  She sighed again and nodded, watching Chris move across to the ranch doors to the deck and hit the control panel on the door jamb. The glass turned from opaque to crystal clear and she could see the guys outside standing, waiting to be able to see inside. She put one hand on her hip and the other upturned to one side and posed hipshot so they could see how the dress made her look. She could see they were whistling but couldn’t hear them, although they did clap before grabbing their cameras and lifting them in front of their faces. All except for Brad who moved to the side of the door and slid it open. He stepped inside and Chris stepped out, closing the door behind him.

  Kayla watched as he talked to the three photographers gathered on the other side of the window and realized the glass was soundproofed, she didn’t hear the wolf-whistles a few seconds earlier, and couldn’t hear the conversation outside either.

  “You’re right, it’s soundproof. You can’t hear them and they can’t hear us.”

  “Oh.”

  Kayla watched as the three men sorted themselves out into a line about six feet back from the floor to ceiling glass, then Chris turned out the floodlights and turned on a couple of his portable spots, training them on the glass. Now, she could hardly see them at all, only dim silhouettes moving in the darkness. She felt herself alone with Brad and wondered how this shoot was going to go. She was doubly glad it wasn’t Steve taking the first turn with her.