Julia's Second Collection

by Bridy McAvoy

  “And I see from your rings you’re married.”

  “Yes, I got married young. I was twenty, so seven years ago.” Again, a deliberate fudge.

  He nodded, although he wasn’t in shot. “And you decided you might give adult entertainment a try?”

  She shuddered, she couldn’t help it. “Yes.”

  “You need the money?”

  “No, not really, I just wanted to capture…some excitement before it was too late.”

  “Ah, the seven-year itch.”

  “I guess you could say that.” She glared at him. She really didn’t like that term, even though she had in real life only been married for six years.

  Clarke didn’t yell Cut, so obviously her natural reactions were what he wanted. “And what do you currently do for a living?”

  “I work in an accounts office. I’m a supervisor there.”

  “Right. And your friends here work with you?”

  She nodded, sensing the other two smiling and nodding as well.

  “Okay. So if I may just ask Josie a question or two.”

  Julia sat back as he gently turned the camera toward her left. “So, Josie, how old are you?”

  “I’m twenty-nine.”

  “I see no ring, so you’re single?”

  “Yes.”

  “A boyfriend, perhaps?”

  “No, not at the moment.”

  “You also work in accounts?”

  “Yes, that’s right.”

  “And how long have you known Julia?”

  “About four years. We met when she started at…our office.”

  Julia admired the artful pause as if her friend had been about to give away the name of their employer. She’d seen Josie’s legend sheet the night before. They’d all cross-checked each other—Clarke had scripted that in. Her opinion of him went up a notch.

  He twisted the camera back past her to point at Karen.

  “Last, and by no means least, we have Karen, I believe.”

  “That’s right.”

  “And how old are you?”

  “I’m twenty-three.” Again, a deliberate fudge just as the other two ages had been.

  “Single?”

  “Yes, still playing the field. I’m not ready to settle down.”

  “Well, I have to say it would be a tall order to settle you down. Just how tall are you?”

  “Six-two in my socks.”

  “But those heels are…what, five inches?”

  “No, four.”

  “Just do me a favor, please. Stand up. Let’s get a sense of just how tall you are.”

  As she stood up, Grant moved to one of the cameras and, using the viewfinder, gently tilted it up to capture her full height.

  “Wow. You are one tall young lady. Please take a seat again.” He turned the camera back to Julia. “I have to say, you have some very attractive friends, and you are of course very attractive yourself.”

  She could feel the blush rising to her face, heat radiating in her cheeks. “Thank you.”

  “Now, Julia, I would like you to stand up, please.”

  She swallowed hard. She knew where this was going. She’d reached the end of her legend sheet. Now it was time to grin and bare it, literally. She rose to her feet, still trying to hold the shaky smile.

  “Please turn around so I can get a back view.”

  She slowly turned around, seeing Josie looking up into her face, her smile reassuring. Glancing to the other side, she could see Karen’s smile seemed, if anything, more predatory as if to say I’m going to enjoy watching you get nekkid. She tried hard to prevent another shudder.

  “Well, I would say you definitely have the figure for the industry. Certainly as an agent, I’d love to have you on my books.”

  She turned back again, acutely aware of the camera on the desk pointing straight at her.

  “Now, any disfigurements, or scars?”

  “I have a small appendix scar, but other than that, no.”

  “Sorry, I have to ask. Any birthmarks, stretch marks or the like? Anything that would put off directors and producers from using you?”

  “No, none.”

  “Any cellulite?”

  “No, I’m good.”

  “Okay. Right. Can you take off your top and jeans, please.”

  “I’m sorry?”

  “You’re wearing a decent bra and underwear right?”

  “Yes, but…”

  “Look, Julia. We need to be able to show these directors and producers that they can trust what you say, that you look as good without any outer clothes as you say you do. You’re wearing underwear that covers more of your body than a bikini would, aren’t you?”

  “I guess.”

  “And it’s not lace, is it?”

  “No.”

  “So…” He sat back and folded his arms, obviously waiting for her. Obviously, he wasn’t in camera, but she was.

  She stood still, looking straight at him rather than into the camera.

  “This isn’t going out anywhere, is it?”

  “No, of course not. I’m an agent, nothing more. I’ll be circulating this around the production studios I place my clients with. Everything is confidential.”

  She swallowed hard and paused another few seconds, knowing that’s what he wanted. They could always edit that down a little if they wanted to by switching to another angle from one of the other cameras. Then she nodded and reached down to the hem of her T-shirt, easing it out of her tight jeans. The three of them had debated wearing jeggings and thongs rather than boy-short style panties and jeans but decided it was revealing too much too quickly. A quick email to Clarke a couple of days before had confirmed he agreed with that.

  Julia had the hem of her T-shirt in her hands now, and there was no way of delaying it any more. Still moving slowly, she eased the T-shirt up, exposing her stomach. She watched as he lifted the camera and pointed it at her chest. She shivered then, crossing her hands in front of herself, took a deep breath, then pulled the T-shirt up and off over her head. She dropped it behind the couch. Her white satin bra covered her breasts, but she knew her nipples had hardened underneath it and were indenting the front of the cups.

  “Very nice. Now the jeans too, please.”

  She unsnapped and unzipped her jeans then paused. “I need to take my shoes off to get the jeans off.”

  “That’s not a problem. Please put them back on again afterward.”

  She sat down, easing her feet from her shoes, and stood up again. As she started to tug her jeans down, she could feel her panties starting to go with them. She stopped, grabbed the waistband of her underwear and pulled them back up, then returned to lowering the jeans. A minute later she sat down and slipped her shoes back on as her jeans joined her T-shirt.

  “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

  “I guess not, no.”

  “So stand up again, and turn around, please.”

  Once more, she faced the window, knowing he would be zooming the camera in on her butt.

  “And lean over a little. Put your hands on the top of the couch.”

  She swallowed, glad her face wasn’t visible as the smile slipped. Even so, she did as she was told, leaning over, which tightened the fabric across the cheeks of her ass as she pushed her butt out toward the camera. She hoped he was getting the shot he wanted. Leaning over between her friends like this was seriously embarrassing. Julia could see the way both women were looking at her, their eyes almost dancing with light. She tried hard not to look at either of their faces but it was difficult unless she closed her eyes and she didn’t want to make a fool of herself by overbalancing.

  “You can sit down again now, Julia.”

  She breathed out a huge sigh of relief, acutely aware the camera caught that too.

  “So, how do you feel?”

  “Okay.” Her voice sounded breathless and she tried to force herself to calm down. That was the easy bit, after all.

  “Was that so bad?”

/>   “I guess not, no.”

  “Good. So are you ready for more?”

  “More? More what?”

  “To pose a bit more. Maybe put one of these outfits on.”

  “Outfits?”

  “Yes, these.” He trained the camera away from her, pointing to the scanty clothing hanging on the rail within arm’s reach of himself.

  “I think, though, with your coloring, particularly that red hair, you’d best go for the black one.”

  “I’m not so sure about that.”

  “Why? Embarrassed?”

  “A bit, yes.”

  He laughed and turned the camera back to her.

  “We do want to show these directors that you can dress the part.”

  She swallowed, knowing the movement of her neck muscles would be clearly visible on the film. “Then I suppose so. I’ll go and get changed.”

  “Go? Go where?”

  “To use the bathroom as a changing room.” She tried to paint a hopeful look on her face but didn’t know if she’d carried it off.

  “No. Film sets are busy places, especially if you haven’t got the budget for a major production. So I’m afraid you have to get changed on set a lot of the time. Let’s show them you can do that.”

  “You mean you want me to get changed right here?” Her voice rose in pitch and she was amazed she was answering back so well in character. She, of course, knew he intended to get her naked, and her friends naked on the couch, but she wasn’t supposed to know that, or, at least, her character wasn’t. She didn’t really like portraying herself as a bubble-brained airhead, but that’s what was required.

  “If it’s your friends’ presence that’s embarrassing you…”

  “Not really. It’s a little more than I expected…”

  “So how about it, ladies? Are you prepared to help your friend?”

  Josie leaned forward, taking her cue. “I’m not undressing her.”

  He laughed—she knew it was for the camera—and Josie was playing her part well. “I wasn’t suggesting that, but if Julia is concerned about getting changed in front of all of us, maybe it would help if you were all in a similar state.”

  “I’m not with you.”

  “There’s more than one outfit on that rail. So, how about the two of you stripping down to your underwear—give your friend some solidarity, some confidence in her own body.”

  Julia turned to look at Josie and her friend looked at her. It would appear to the camera they were communicating. After several seconds, Josie nodded. “Okay, I will, but nothing more than that.”

  “And you, Karen?”

  “Well, if she will, I guess I will.”

  “Good. Julia, you stay sitting down. Josie, you stand up. The floor is yours.”

  Josie kicked off her shoes and rose to her feet. Her actions were pretty much a carbon copy of Julia’s, although when she’d removed her jeans to reveal her pale blue underwear and sat down again to put her shoes back on, Clarke didn’t ask her to show off her butt.

  Then it was Karen’s turn and, as Clarke trained the camera on her, she too slipped off her shoes and performed the same actions. Whereas Julia felt both she and Josie had been a little jerky, a little tentative, Karen oozed sexual confidence, her movements svelte, smooth and very sexy. Then they were all three sitting there in their underwear, hers white, Josie in pale blue, Karen in pink.

  Clarke allowed the camera to linger on Karen’s long legs and Julia realized her friend was sitting there with her knees forced high by the low seat and the length of her legs, and with her knees parted. No doubt Clarke was focusing the camera between her legs. Then he turned the camera back to Julia.

  “Hopefully, you’re more comfortable now, so why don’t you stand up.”

  As she rose to her feet, he reached to the side, out of shot, and grabbed the gossamer thin black baby doll outfit off the rail and, thrusting it into shot, handed it to her.

  “Change into this, please. Don’t try and be coy about it. Remember, this is the adult entertainment world.”

  “I…”

  “Listen, sweetheart, it’s that point where you have to make a decision. Have your friends taken the day off work for nothing? Are you just wasting your time, my time, and your friends’ time? Or are you going to go for what you said you wanted? A shot at some real money, some real excitement? Your choice, but make it soon. Your clothes off, the outfit on, or get dressed and go. Simple.”

  She stood there, clutching the hanger to herself. Although everyone, including herself, knew she was going to go ahead, she was supposed to hesitate at this point so she did.

  “Go or stay?”

  She let out a shuddering breath. “I’ll stay.”

  “Good girl, I knew you could. Now, why don’t you give that hanger to Josie and then slip your bra off? Seduce the camera while you do it, too.”

  Josie held her hand out and Julia gave her the flimsy outfit then, reaching up, pushed the bra strap off her left shoulder. She did the same with the right shoulder. After a moment’s pause, she looked straight into the camera and, licking her lips, eased the left strap down over her elbow, pulling her arm free. A moment later the only things holding the bra on was the snap at the back and sheer willpower.

  “I’ll be good. You can turn and face away to finish removing it.”

  She allowed a brief smile to flash across her face then, whirling around, brought her hands to the small of her back. She could see both her friends watching her. The catch came undone easily and she was surprised to find she wasn’t actually shaking. Her hand whipped back around and caught the bra before it fell, squashing the loose garment against herself as she turned back to face the camera once more. Grant had moved to one of the fixed cameras and was adjusting it. She knew that one would be zoomed in on her breasts. She tried not to shudder as she mashed one arm across her breasts, using her other hand to pull the bra free and toss it over her shoulder. Then she slid her hand back in, ending up with a breast cupped in each hand.

  “Very good. Now drop the hands.”

  Julia found she was breathing hard, and behind her covering palms her nipples were obscenely hard. She paused for a second then slowly lowered her hands, baring her breasts.

  “Very nice.”

  She tried to smile, knowing her wan embarrassed smile would look great on the camera. She didn’t need to act. She was truly mortified to be standing like this.

  “Come closer.”

  “Sorry?”

  “Come closer, right up to the edge of the desk.”

  Clarke rose to his feet and picked up the camera as she nervously approached him. She knew what he was going to do—that had been explained in the paperwork. It had seemed clinical, but it wasn’t going to be. The sexually charged moment was just the first in a series of such moments. She stood still, her hands at her sides, as he brought the camera in close to her chest and then, one at a time, hefted her breasts, letting them go so they bounced.

  By the time he sat back down and she could back away again, she was panting for breath.

  “Lose the panties, now, sweetheart, but I’m not going to let you turn away this time.”

  She swallowed hard again, then hooked her thumbs into the sides of the waistband of her last remaining item of clothing.

  “Take it slowly, tease the camera. Make love to the camera.”

  His cheesy lines made her want to laugh, but she knew she shouldn’t. She couldn’t, it would ruin the shot. He wasn’t saying it for her benefit, but for the as yet unseen audience. The idea of hundreds, perhaps thousands of men watching her as she was talked out of her clothing was at the same time both disgusting and a huge turn-on. When her panties hit the floor, she knew her slit would betray moisture to the all-seeing camera.

  Pulling them down over her hips and down onto her thighs was easy, nothing difficult. Pushing them further in front of the camera, though, was nerve-wracking, and somehow a very hard thing to do, especially while looking seductive. Then
she’d done it. Her panties feathered down her legs and she stepped out of them.

  “Turn around. Show me that butt.” Clarke’s voice was suddenly hoarse, and she could see Grant standing behind one of the cameras training it on her pussy. He had a bulge in the front of his jeans, a very noticeable one.

  She did as he said then, anticipating the instruction to lean forward, she spread her feet about shoulder width apart and bent at the waist, clutching the top of the couch, knowing the camera could see everything she had, her pussy peeping between her legs. She let out an audible moan, unable to keep it in.

  “Very nice. You can get dressed now. Start with the stockings.”

  For the next five minutes she followed his instructions as she smoothed the stockings up her legs, put her shoes back on and then stood up to attach the stockings to the garters. The panties, a thin gossamer thong, followed and finally the baby doll nightie over the top.

  “Sit down, sweetheart. That was great.”

  “Thank you.”

  “You got turned on by that, didn’t you?”

  She bit her lip and nodded.

  “Good. Now, why don’t you show the camera how you like to be touched? Touch yourself for the camera. And while you do that your two friends can change into something similar for me, can’t you, ladies? Don’t want your friend feeling isolated, do we?”

  * * * *

  Fifteen minutes later, Julia was ready to climb the walls in frustration. She’d spent the entire time running her hands over her body, and then zeroing in, first on her breasts and then on her pussy. The constant attention had her almost, but not quite, at the point of orgasm. Watching the slow striptease and exhibition of her friends’ bodies hadn’t helped. Feeling the couch move from the two of them sitting next to her for the last five minutes doing the same as her had been even less help.

  They sat in silence as the cameras and the two men watched. Every so often one of them would whimper or moan as they writhed under the touch of their own fingers.

  Clarke broke the silence. “Karen, Josie, I think your friend is in a bit of trouble. Why don’t you get rid of those panties of hers, and then bring her off for the camera? Let the camera catch her o-face.”