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Her mind was in blur as she left. Claude was happy. Molly was happy. Now just a few silly pictures then this was all over! She had been blackmailed into covering for a store worker who had been bitten by her beloved dog. The bite had been caught on the store’s external CCTV and she had been told in no uncertain terms that the manageress wanted to go to the police. Only Erica’s pleading had saved her dog and hence she was filling in for the injured worker. Now the prospect of no more shifts and her blackmail ending filled her with a sense of joy. Yes, the work had had its moments but it was good to see an end to it before things were taken too far. Molly, the manageress, she could trust she thought (even if it was her idea to go to the cops) but Claude, the owner, he worried her!

Meanwhile back in the store Molly replayed the hidden cameras. They had Erica, clear as a daylight, agreeing to go to the studio and act as a model for a photographer. That as well as the film from the office parading in front of them both and the footage of her changing earlier was all wonderfully clear, highly erotic and would be very useful later!

With that recap we now recommence our tale.

Chapter 2

As Erica stepped outside into the bright sun she struggled to hold the bottles in front of her damaged dress. Claude was making her walk to the studio. As usual he had flustered her. That together with her eagerness to please Molly made her fail to mention that her short thin dress only had one button left on it. Not only had she to walk but Claude had insisted that she carried the water round that he was supposed to deliver. It might only have been two blocks away but by the end of the first street she realised her plan to keep her arms up and hold her dress together was not going to work. The bottles were just too heavy. Little did she realise what a tangled web she had been caught in and how much deeper she was going to be drawn into the snare.

As if on cue the wind gusted as a car approached, at the wheel a wide mouthed old man. Her dress had parted again giving him a full view of her legs and pussy. With a grin she carried on walking strangely pleased to have given so much obvious pleasure. She knew that the one button left on her dress, by her belly button meant the dress kept parting both above and below. She had tried hard to keep her arms up and holding the dress together. Her arms burned with the effort of trying to keep them raised while holding the heavy bottles. She began to think about how good it felt to see the old man grin and how soon she would have to revert forever back to her plain life.

“What the hell,” she thought remembering the look on the driver’s face.

It’s not far now, no-one knows me and other darker more intimate thoughts bubbled up inside her. With that she stopped straining, letting her arms gratefully relax to her sides. No longer was she making any attempt to prevent her dress exposing herself. She knew each step allowed her bare legs and shaven mound to briefly come on show and each step allowed her small pert aching boobs to be seen. As her heart rate slowed after the initial rush, she gazed around. Yes some had seen, some pointed, some smiled, some frowned, some tutted and some just rubbed their crotches but she had their attention, it was her in control. It was an area she normally felt weak in. An area she was thrilled to realize she now had power in. Another street covered and now she could see the sign hanging outside the shop. Just at that moment she became aware of heavy breathing on her shoulder. Someone was following her! Fear and panic began to rise in her. She tried to walk faster. The breathing only seemed to get closer. Faster and faster she pressed on. Afraid to turn around. Totally uncaring about how her dress moved and how much she showed. Eyes all around her unknown to her were fixed on her legs and higher as the dress gaped, her breasts jiggling free, her nipples hard and taut. The terror was making her less and less cautious, more and more oblivious to small details and to how much of her body was showing. Oddly enough seen from afar she just looked as if she was deliberately trying to flash as much of her body as she could, which was exactly the effect the man at the end of the street with the video camera had hoped for! His boss would be pleased and he licked his lips in anticipation of what was to come! He quickly sent a text to his conspirator who turned into the nearest shop he was passing leaving Erica alone.

She was almost at the studio when the footsteps left her and she breathed a sigh of relief which allowed her a few seconds to relax before she came to the door. It chimed as Erica entered and a muffled voice called out from behind a curtain. It was a small foyer with a few tasteful photographs of clients on the wall. Erica caught her breath as she looked around, whoever the photographer was clearly had a lot of talent. A young mid twenties urfa escort lady appeared through the curtain and brought Erica into the studio.

“Sit down you poor thing!” she cooed.

“Hi! I am Katie and welcome to my studio,” she beamed proudly and began to explain what all the sets were.

It was basically a very large room but curtains and backdrops separated areas, some were plain, some had a few pieces of furniture, a chair, a sofa, one area was an office and in the far corner was a large bed. Erica looked around wide eyed taking all of it in. It was all new strange and yet exciting. Just as Katie noticed how revealing her dress was she heard the door chime go.

“Only us Katie. The model turned up yet?” a strong male voice called out.

“Your face!” laughed Katie looking at Erica, who was clearly looking worried, “it’s not what you think. Boys come in and meet the model. By the way honey I didn’t get your name and Claude never told me what it was.”

“Oh, right I’m Tiffany,… Tiffany Driver,” said Erica surprising herself.

Where had that come from she wondered briefly and why did I say it? Before she could dwell more on this, two large young heavily muscled men entered. What caught Erica’s eye was the fact they were holding hands. Katie watched Erica’s eyes widen.

“Yes honey,” she purred, “gorgeous and exquisite as they are Carlton and Leroy are a couple and gay.”

Erica sagged and relaxed, for a minute her worst fears had manifested themselves, she pretended she was not colour biased but no black person had ever appealed to her. The men, and there was no better word for it, minced around putting down the video cameras they had been carrying on various worktops.

“So your the replacement for Clara?” asked Katie, to which Erica nodded, “and your happy to do her shift as a model?”

Again Erica nodded.

“And your happy to pose as I ask clothed or nude?” continued Katie.

Erica gulped she had knew she was to model but hadn’t expected to be nude. She thought back for a second and memories of her thin dress in the shop flooded into her mind exciting her. She was very aware how important this shoot was to her dog and wanted to convince Katie she was keen.

“Sure, I haven’t done much so you will have to tell me what to do, but I am really keen to get started as a model. I love being photographed and, well,” she said, trying to sound modest, “I sort of, do like being naked. I am a little shy at first but well it’s hugely exciting.”

Katie looked pleased with the answer and reached for her camera. She pointed to a case in the corner saying the plan was to shoot some glamour, some lingerie and then finally some nudes for the client. If Erica was shy she could light her in a way that obscured her face and could make good use of her hair to cover her face. The boys role was really just to help her with lights, passing cameras and the odd touch of powder to stop skin shining too much, she explained.

“Carlton get her first outfit ready will you and Erica you can change behind the screen,” ordered Katie in a very professional manner.

A quick word later with Erica about her shoe size and all was set. With her heart thumping but a fluttering sense of excitement Erica stepped forward and moved behind the screen. A small but stretchy black mini dress, with matching stockings and plain three inch heels was laid out. She looked for underwear but failed to find any. Curious and nervous she popped her head back around the screen.

“Katie, this may sound daft but there’s no underwear,” Erica queried.

“No honey,” laughed Katie. “One it ruins the lines of the dress and two you are going to pose nude later so best no marks left on your skin from tight underwear. Unless of course you want the boys to have to massage your skin to get rid of the lines.”

Erica felt slightly silly on hearing the reply. She should have guessed that! She pulled the stockings up her legs before she put the dress on. It was very different to anything she had ever worn before, sure her husband had wanted to buy her stuff like this but she had always been too shy. Now it was exciting and all part of the adventure. It was hugely stretchy and showed all the contours of her toned body off to good effect. Slipping on the shoes, Erica took a deep breath and stepped out.

“Wow, look at you, quite the temptress!” exclaimed Katie.

“Now stand over in front of the white background and let’s try a few poses,” encouraged Katie.

“There’s some masks in a box in the back but let’s try a few using light and your hair to cover your face if your shy,” she continued.

Erica obliged, nervous yet very excited. Katie snapped away for a few minutes, pausing every few shots to look at her results as she got her helpers to move flash guns and light boxes to different angles and locations. All the time she focused on directing exactly how Erica was to tilt her head. Eventually she looked happy and showed Erica the results.

Erica balıkesir escort was spellbound by the images, it was her and yet not. The lady in the picture looked so confident, so in control, so powerful and most definitely very, very sexy! They were classy, catching Erica’s looks but somehow enhancing them. She realised she had never looked so good in photographs before. She looked glamorous, attractive and every bit the centrefold and yet somehow most of her face was in shadow or obscured by hair. It was strange she realised she knew it was her but to anyone else she was unknown, ethereal, unreachable. A shiver of pure joy rippled through her.

“So, what do you think?” asked Katie.

“They’re fantastic! I look wonderful, I never knew I could look so good!” she excitedly exclaimed.

“Now lets shoot some more! We are looking for a sexier look now so just follow my lead and you will look amazing,” encouraged Katie, “and see how easy it is to hide your face!”

Erica moved to a sofa and began to pose again, enjoying the attention of the lens and excited in this new experience. Katie moved around her changing the angles, getting her to cross and uncross her legs, to pout, to move her hands to her legs, waist and hair. Erica relaxed more and more as she realised how much she was enjoying the experience. Each time she moved her legs to recross them she was deeply aware of the warmth between them.

“Can you lower your neckline and raise your hemline now?” asked Katie.

Erica looked unsure but tugged the dress in various directions, it was very clingy and stretchy so suddenly she had much more cleavage on show and more leg.

“That’s great but your skin shines, is it OK if the boys powder you?” asked Katie.

Erica nodded as the men approached carrying a variety of make-up brushes. They moved all over her, brushing here and there on Katie’s direction. It was strangely thrilling to be fussed over so intently and intimately by two muscled men. They stood back and Katie began to shoot again but after a few snaps she shook her head.

“Your dress is creased I will get the boys to adjust it, if that’s OK with you. Just lie there and relax!” Katie encouraged.

This time hands smoothed her dress, tugging the edges at Katie’s order. More powder again was applied to her cleavage. The soft brush stimulated and excited her, teasing yet never moving far. Erica was amazed how quickly she had become accustomed to two complete strangers moving her clothes. The attention excited her as Katie called the men back to raise her hem further, allowing a clear view of her stocking tops and beyond. Again Kate snapped away gradually getting Erica into raunchier poses. As the camera clicked Erica could feel her body becoming more and more sensitive and increasingly stimulated. She found she was beginning to let her legs part more and more, not only would her thighs be on show but she was sure Katie was moving around to get views up the dress and down it. The warmth between her legs was now more of a fire and her pussy was ablaze with desire. Her legs felt warm and damp with her excitement. She had already forgotten about her face being on show and hadn’t noticed Katie was no longer directing her to move her head so much. Katie sat down beside Erica and showed her the results. Erica sat open mouthed at the images in front of her, a wanton temptress stared back at her. The pictures where hugely erotic, her nipples were hidden inside the dress but stood out, bold and prominent. Her legs glowed, the contrast between her thighs and stocking tops stark, bold and exciting. Never showing more than a lot of leg, stocking tops and the suggestion of more the pictures screamed desire and were loaded with eroticism. She was too excited to notice that in most of the pictures her face was now clearly in view.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you!” Katie laughed and said.

Erica was puzzled, yes she was but Katie had meant more. Then she realised as she looked at the last few images. Her thigh tops were shining from the moisture coming from her inner passion.

“Don’t worry powder will fix that! Boys! Now just lie back and let them do their stuff,” Katie commanded.

Surprised, shocked and aroused Erica lay back on the sofa as the men approached. She closed her eyes as they stood either side of her brush in hand and gently parted her legs. A strange bliss filled her, her pussy which was swollen, wet and aching would be clear to them. They were gay so it excited her but she felt safe, it was strange but massively arousing. The brush gently caressed and tickled between her legs, she tried hard not to react but each stroke made her push back, made her gasp, made her twitch in delight. They may be gay but she was near to climax! A final flick of the brush caught her lips and made her groan audibly as a small orgasm rippled through her.

“Your neckline needs to come down now to just cover your nipples and lets raise the hem up further Tiffany. trabzon escort Let the boys sort you out,” called out Katie almost immediately.

Erica’s mind was still awash with pleasure endorphins. She stood almost drugged in pleasure as two strongly muscled men began to adjust her clothing. One knelt in front while the other stood behind. His breath was hot on her neck making her shiver with each exhalation he made. It was odd, they were not her type, to put it bluntly she was racist but somehow they fact they were gay made her feel superior and in control. They were acting as Katie ordered, they would follow her wishes. They were safe, she was their master. She had power and loved that feeling.

She felt two thumbs pass past her shoulders, brush her upper ribs and pass against her outer breasts and under her neckline. They lingered which heightened her aroused state as she waited to see what would happen next. It was a long time since anyone but her husband had physically touched her naked skin and it excited her. As a deep breathe from him caressed her neck and them seemed to plunge down her cleavage, he moved his thumbs moved slowly down, slowing as they encountered the top of her breasts. Down and round they came tracing a slow definite track closing in on her tingling nipples. His nails were leading, the flesh of his thumbs trailed behind gently stroking her flesh. The contrast of hard nail followed by soft flesh was intense and heightened her senses. As they passed the raised skin of her areolas she drew breath deeply waiting for their arrival at her nipples. The nails seemed to flick wickedly at her aching over sensitive tips and she was barely able to suppress the groan she felt internally. A small bead of her juices escaped from between her legs and ran down her thighs, which only heightened her feelings. With his nails edges keeping pressure on her nipples she felt her neckline pulled down until the seam caught her nipples creating an extra pressure on them. The neckline was as low as possible and yet was still keeping her nipples hidden.

“Just make sure it stays at that height please Leroy,” instructed Katie.

With that he squeezed above and below the nipple trapping it even more in the seam. She felt her knees buckle and more of her inner liquids seep down weakened legs. Below, Carlton was sitting on the floor on front of her. His strong hands were moving her dress hem up and up her trembling legs until it was a fraction away from revealing all. His hands then slide up the front of her thighs, then the sides and finally the backs of her legs in his attentions to her hem. She was too lost in the moment to contemplate why if he was pushing it up, all his hand needed to be in contact all that time. The hands moved higher but now on top of the dress brushing over her mound, her hips and ass as they smoothed wrinkles out of her dress. Erica’s eyes were glazed with delight, her mouth slightly agape in passion as Katie smiling carried on shooting. From her angle it looked like Erica was clearly letting the pair of them grope her and was orgasming.

The boys moved back and Katie carried on shooting, getting Erica to stand, push out her hips, her chest, her ass, to sit, to put a foot on a chair, to lie on a sofa, to lie on a bed, always moving and changing the angle.

Then finally she sat and said, “OK let’s see what we have! Come and have a look Tiffany!”

Erica’s eyes widened at the images she looked like a slut, being ravished by the two helpers! Her nipples clearly erect and aroused, her legs shiny and wet. Her inner secret area was no longer secret but caught, exposed, clearly wet and clearly aroused! There was something powerful in the contrast of colour, the dark hands seemed more intense against a pale skin. It made the whole image larger than life.

Katie nodded at Leroy and Carleton who left.

“You look great honey! I think your having fun, your a natural now looking at those pictures of you with the boys. The contrast in colour works well doesn’t it! I have an idea, it’s up to you but I think Claude will love it! The art in this kind of photography is not to take pictures of the reality, it’s to create an illusion. You looked OK working with the boys before..,” Katie’s voice trailed off.

“Yes,” replied Erica.

She was unsure but aroused beyond common sense.

“I was thinking of using the boys in a few more pictures, maybe a little more involved and daring. Just remember it’s not what’s happening it’s what it look like and the boys are gay so will be more interested in each other than you, plus the colour contrast makes it look more intense,” Katie said inquiringly.

“Carlton, Leroy can I use you in this next shoot?” Katie asked her helpers.

They nodded in a strangely disinterested way. Erica watched them and thought, “They look bored!” Her mind ticked away, bored and not interested in her. She felt oddly rejected but relieved. They were gay, she was a woman, what interest did she hold for them!

“OK Katie, what’s your idea?” asked Erica

Katie explained as Leroy returned, Carlton was yet to appear. He was to be her lover. Holding her in various dressed and semi dressed poses, hands staged to look passionate, lips meeting to look like kisses. If Erica was comfortable they would both end up naked for further shots. Leroy’s eyes rolled.

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