"Hi. I'm Rickie Roberts. May I talk to you for a moment?"
I looked into the deep blue eyes of a beautiful woman smiling down at me. Before I could answer she had already sat down.
"Uhh..., yea. I guess," I stammered. I'd come to the mall to hang around with some friends, but no one else showed up. The last thing I wanted right now was some pushy sales lady trying to sell me something. As if I had any money to spend. "I'm not really gonna be here very long."
"I understand," she replied, smiling and handing me her card. "I'm a photographer and own a modeling company. You have a look that I've been searching for and I just wanted to ask if you would be interested in modeling for me sometime."
I looked down at her card. R&R Modeling Agency; Rickie Roberts, Owner.
"I don't know," I stammered. "I'm not really pretty enough to be a model."
"Of course you are," she replied. "Besides, I'm not looking for movie stars. I'm looking more for the girl next door. Some people just have a look about them. And that's you. I think you'd be perfect for what I'm working on. `Course I won't really know until I take a few shots of you."
I was quiet for a few moments. I'm good at that. It really throws some people off balance. When I'm considering something I just sit there quietly thinking it through. No chattering and small talk for me.
I had never considered modeling before. I knew I wasn't ugly. But I also wasn't a perfect 10. My breasts were small - course Mom said they'd grow some more but I'm not sure I believed her. I was very thin and barely looked my 14 years. My brown hair was long, down to my hips. Mom kept wanting me to do something with it, but I preferred to just let hang - or sometimes put it in one tight braid down my back. Models always wore glamorous clothes. Me? I wore old jeans and ragged tee shirts. I'm not sure what this lady saw in me that made her think I could be a model.
I looked at the woman who was sitting serenely waiting on me. That was really odd. Most people were uncomfortable with my silence. Seems most people don't like to be quiet for to long. I was beginning to like her.
"I don't really think this'll work," I finally said. "I'm just not model material."
"You let me be the judge of that," she retorted with a broad grin. "I think you're beautiful. Comb that long hair back and put you in the right outfit and you'll be amazed. What do you have to lose? Beside, I'll pay you $100 for the first shoot."
"$100!" I exclaimed. "Deal! When do we start?"
"Well, I really need to meet with one of your parents first. There's a contract that we have to fill out in order for me to sell your pictures."
My face dropped. I really didn't think either of my parents would agree to this. My mom's a bitch. Won't let me do anything. My dad's pretty cool but very busy. Most of the time he just sends me to Mom for things like this.
"I don't think my mom'll go for that," I said. "She doesn't let me do anything!"
"What about your dad."
"He'd probably say it's OK, but usually he asks Mom first,"
Rickie fished a brochure out of her purse.
"Well, actually I don't have to see him or even talk to him. I just need his approval. If you can fill out the form on the back of this brochure and have him sign it we can begin."
I looked at the brochure. It was filled with gorgeous pictures of teenage girls, many that looked a lot like me.
"He has to sign it?" I asked.
With a sly grin on her face she replied, "Well, I have to have a signature on that form before we can schedule a session."
"OK," I replied seriously.
"By the way, what's your name?" she asked.
"I'm Tina," I replied.
"Tina, it's good to meet you," she said, shaking my hand.
"Will you call me even if you decide not to do this?"
"OK. Sure," I replied.
She got up to leave, then stopped and turned back.
"Tina, one more thing. Please don't tell any of your friends about this. You see, I search for people with particular characteristics. I don't take photos for people to keep. I take photos to sell to magazines and catalogs. If you tell your friends I'll be inundated with requests to photograph people that I just can't sell. So will you keep this just between us?"
"Sure," I replied.
"Great! Give me a call!"
Then she was off, her short skirt swaying, boots clicking on the linoleum
After she left I read through the brochure. It was pretty straight forward really. Among the pictures of gorgeous teen models she had written a basic description of her business. She stated that she enjoyed finding new talent and sending them on the way to success. She never intended on taking a model all the way to the top. According to her brochure, one of three things happened with her models. Occasionally one would just take off. Some large agency would see her, like her, and sign her to a high dollar contract. Rickie would receive a significant finders fee if that happened.
Occasionally the pictures just didn't make it. The model, though beautiful, just didn't have that magic something that is sellable. In that case the model still ended up making a couple of hundred dollars for the sessions and was allowed to keep a copy of the pictures.
Most of the time her models never became big stars but neither did they bomb out. Most of her models continued modeling for her throughout their teen years and appeared in various catalogs and magazines. They were paid good money and were introduced to the fashion industry and went on their way when they graduated from high school.
This honesty impressed me. I thought she would have claimed that all her models became superstars. That's what the TV ads always said.
The back of the form was simple. It asked for my name, address, age, etc. Then had a paragraph giving R&R Modeling Agency ownership of any photographs taken during paid modeling sessions. At the bottom it asked for the signature of my parent or guardian.
I don't often go behind my parents' backs but I knew my mom would say no. And I knew my dad would send me to my mom.
Sitting at my desk in my room I scrawled my dad's illegible signature.
I called Rickie the next day and set an appointment for my first session. She explained that she worked out of her home, just a few blocks from where I lived. I told her Saturday morning worked well for me. I somehow neglected to mention that my parents would not question me too much about my whereabouts on a Saturday morning. She asked me what size I wore so that she could arrange the outfits for me and we agreed to meet at 9:30.
On Saturday, I rode my bike to Rickie's house. It was a fairly large one story ranch house with a huge enclosed back yard. I wore old jeans and a tee shirt, just like always.
Rickie greeted me at the door in short cut offs and a sports bra.
"Come on in, Tina," she said enthusiastically. As she saw me looking at her she added, "I prefer to be comfortable during my shoots."
She led me into her house, which was open and comfortable with lots of windows and plants. The first room on the right was her office and we stepped in there first.
"OK. I need your permission form," she said.
I handed it to her, a little worried about what she might ask.
She looked it over and put in an open file on her desk. "Parents didn't have any questions?" she asked without looking up.
"No," I answered as matter-of-factly as I could.
"Great!" She looked up at me. "Shall we get started?"
"Sure," I replied hesitantly.
She led me out of her office to a closed door, opened it, turned on the light and asked me to go on down into her basement. Closing the door behind her she followed me down.
The basement had been converted into one large studio room. There were various backdrops around with lights already set up. Along one wall was a rack of clothes of various shapes and sizes. All the windows were covered to keep out the light. Along one wall was a table with various cameras and other equipment neatly arranged. A light table and computer were next to it. One corner of the studio had a darkroom built into it. Beanbag chairs were scattered around the room.
"Now, a couple of ground rules, Tina," said Rickie in a businesslike manner. "A modeling studio is no place for modesty. I live alone here so no one will interrupt us and at least for the time being you will not be working with any other models. It is extremely important that clothing be worn in very specific ways, depending on the outfits. In many cases you will never have worn anything like the gowns and other fashions that I'll be shooting you in. As a result, I insist on helping all my models into their outfits. Do you have a problem with that?"
I wasn't too sure about that. I mean, I hated PE because I had to undress in front of all the girls. Why did I need her to dress me anyway? Nevertheless I shook my head no.
"OK. Great! Now let me show you your first outfit."
She turned and headed toward the rack of clothes along the wall.
"We'll start you off in something close to what you're used to wearing," she said as she pulled a pair a jeans and black tee shirt off the rack. "Come on, get undressed."
A little self-consciously I pulled my tee shirt off then dropped my jeans and pulled them off. Standing in front of her in my white bra and panties I reached out for the jeans.
She seemed to have gotten all the sizes correct. I pulled on the jeans and, although they were tighter than I was used to, they fit perfectly. Next I pulled on the tee shirt. It, too, was tighter than I was used to, but it seemed to fit OK. It stopped right at the top of my jeans and looked really cool.
Rickie spun me around and looked at me from all directions.
"Just what I was afraid of," she commented. "I can see your bra strap. You'll have to take it off."
"What?" I asked, shocked.
"I told you, Tina, modesty has no place in a modeling studio. Almost all fashion shoots are done with no underwear of any kind. It shows up under the clothes and looks really bad in the picture. You can keep your panties on, but the bra has to go."
I reached up under the shirt and unsnapped, planning to pull it out of the armhole of my tee shirt.
"Oh no," she said, stopping me. "Don't go stretching these clothes all out. I only get them on loan. Take it off to remove your bra."
I almost quit. I wanted to. Who was she to make me bare my tits to her? But I'd come this far. I pulled the tee shirt off, pulled off my bra, and put the tee shirt back on.
Rickie ignored me completely. She was already at her camera table picking out two or three different cameras to use on me.
The photography shoot was incredible. She kept me barefoot, said it looked really good with the jeans. Somehow, once the camera started clicking I seemed to be transported to a whole different world. Rickie had me standing, sitting, lying down, twirling around, bending over, flipping cartwheels. I'd never worked so hard in my life. We must have kept it up for half an hour and when it was over I was panting and giggling like a little girl.
"How're you doing?" she asked as we stopped.
"This is great!" I panted, collapsing into a beanbag chair.
"Cool," she said. "These shots will look great. Take a few minutes to rest and we'll do one more set today."
The next outfit she pulled out was a long satin prom gown - absolutely gorgeous.
"Give me your clothes," she commanded.
Eyeing the gown with the lust of a teenager planning her first prom, I peeled off my tee shirt and jeans.
"This dress will be too tight for those panties, they'll show up too," she said.
I hesitated a moment. "What the Hell," I thought. "It's just the two of us." I pealed them off and tossed them over to my clothes.
I stood totally nude in front of her and this time she eyed me from head to toe. My breasts are pretty small, about the size of your average peach and right now my nipples were standing straight out. I had narrow hips and a tight curly bush between my legs, not real heavy, but definitely there.
She held the dress open and had me step into it, then pulled it up for me. It was absolutely fabulous. Almost the entire back was open. Low cut in front, but not to low. It was tight around my hips. Rickie was right, my panty line would have been visible. The gown hung all the way down to my ankles.
She sat me down in front of the mirror and combed out my long brown hair, then laid it across my shoulders.
Next she pulled out some light blue high heeled shoes. Really high heeled. I mean, the heels were three inches as least. They didn't fit very well, but they looked OK and it wasn't like I was going to be dancing all night.
Once we started shooting she directed me into all kinds of different poses. I started off sitting demurely in front of corsages and other flowers. Then I was standing for a formal portrait. Then twirling with a fan blowing my hair. Then collapsing into a beanbag with my feet in the air. Bending over and looking backwards. Laying on my back and dangling my shoe off my foot. Rolling onto my stomach with my feet bare.
It was a blast!
Once the shoot was over she helped me out of my gown and I was nude once again.
"You're a natural," she said, grinning.
"Thanks," I replied.
"When can you come again?"
"When do you want me?"
"Let's go up to my office and I'll check my appointment book," she said as she started towards the stairs.
"Uh, Rickie. I need to get dressed first."
"What?" she asked, looking back at me. "Oh yea. Of course. Go ahead and get dressed."
She stood and waited as I pulled my panties on, then my jeans, bra, tee shirt and shoes.
"You're gorgeous, Tina, but your going to need to shave your vaginal hair," she commented as I buttoned my jeans. Cameras can pick up shadows where the human eye can't."
I wasn't sure what to say so I just didn't say anything.
Upstairs she looked at her appointment book and we scheduled for later in the week after school.
Wednesday afternoon I headed over to Rickie's studio. Once again, I wore my traditional jeans and tee shirt outfit (rarely ever varied).
Rickie greeted me at the door and directed me down to her basement. She started off by showing me prints of the previous session. I know I'm bragging, but I looked incredible. There was one shot in my gown when I'd collapsed into the beanbag chair. The dress and fallen back and revealed my bare leg up to my thigh. The top and slipped some and showed a hint of my breast. Nothing bad. It was just a great shot. I looked like fun! Rickie said that's what modeling should look like.
"OK," she said after I'd spent time goggling at all the pictures. "Time to get to work. Get out of those clothes."
Still a little embarrassed, I pulled my tee shirt off, stepped out of my jeans, and stood before her in my panties and bra.
Looking up at me from her camera table she said, "Those too, sweetheart."
Bashfully, I removed my bra and panties. She glanced over and smiled when she saw that I'd shaved my pussy bald this morning.
My outfit included a white satin thong, tight low-rise jeans, and a small halter-top that hugged my chest and outlined my breasts. The jeans hung so low below my hips that if I hadn't shaved, my hair would have been sticking up. The waist of the thong was about two inches above my jeans. She then handed me a pair of black high-heeled shows, even higher than my last shoot.
I looked in the mirror and was amazed! I no longer looked like grunge kid from up the street. I looked sexy. I mean really sexy!
Rickie laughed when she saw my expression. "Told you you were beautiful."
We finished that shoot and she had me strip again.
"Have you ever done gymnastics or cheerleading?"
"Cheerleading - never. But I was in gymnastics until I was twelve."
"Really? I want to do a cheerleader set. Are you game?" Rickie asked.
"Cheerleaders?" I grimaced. I hated cheerleaders. "Do I have to?" Realizing I sounded like a three year old I changed my tune. "OK. Whatever you say."
"Great. Come over here and let me do your hair."
"Uh. Shouldn't I get dressed first?" I asked.
"What?" she replied absentmindedly looking back at me. "No. Don't want to get hair on the uniform.
I followed her to the make up table bare-assed naked and sat down. The plastic seat felt cold on my nude rear. Without comment she combed out my hair and put it in two tight pony tails. In five minutes I lost two years. A twelve year old girl stared back at me from the mirror.
I stood up and she led me to the clothes rack and pulled off the outfit. I pulled on the panties she handed me - a red satin thong!
"Aren't these a little small for a cheerleader outfit?" I asked. My entire ass was uncovered except for inch of satin hiding my crack.
"Well, a cheerleader at school couldn't wear them," Rickie laughed. "But it'll look great on camera.
The skirt was a classic short red and blue cheerleader skirt that stopped about an inch below my crotch. The top was a tight red and blue spangled satin halter. Very tight. My breasts were clearly outlined through the material. Knee high white socks and snow white sneakers completed the ensemble.
"I'm not to sure about this, Rickie," I said tentatively. "This is a bit much."
Smiling at me, Rickie replied, "I understand. Let's just take a few shots and see how it looks. You'd be amazed at often I end up trashing and entire shoot because it just doesn't work."
With that, she headed over to the set.
Once again, she started off really slow. Sitting, legs together, hands in lap. Standing, legs together, hands clasped in front of me.
"OK. Now spread your legs and put your hands on your hips," she barked.
"Stretch your arms straight out in front of you!"
"Now over your head. Beautiful!"
"One arm straight up, one arm straight out!"
"Put one leg back and lean on your front leg. Wonderful!"
"Now, both arms up again."
"Now jump straight up, legs together, arms pointing to the roof."
"Twirl around on one foot. All the way around. Beautiful!"
"Face the wall and look back at me. Hands on hips."
"Twirl back and face me."
"Now jump straight up and spread your arms and legs like an X"
"Now jump and land in a split."
"Hold that split. Arms straight up."
"Great! Now keep that split and lay on your back. Raise your legs up and look at me through your legs. Wonderful!"
"Can you carry it all the way over in a summersault and stand up? Wonderful!"
"Can you do a standing back flip? Terrific!"
"Can you do a standing split? That's right. Bottom leg straight. Hold that top leg by your face. Beautiful!"
I couldn't believe it. Once the camera started clicking it's like I became a whole new person. I was a performer and Rickie was the director. Everything she said I did, and my gymnastics helped tremendously. I was spinning, flipping, splitting, and twirling until I could barely breath!
"OK. Relax," she said.
I collapsed, spread eagle on the mat. Rickie continued to shoot.
"I thought we were done," I gasped.
"You are," she said. "I'm not."
She continued walking around me, shooting from all directions and heights while I panted, covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
Finally she stopped and sat down cross-legged in front of me.
"You are amazing," she laughed. "A true natural."
"Thanks," I replied, still out of breath. "Were these really good?"
"These were incredible! You'll love them when I get the developed."
We stood up and I automatically undressed, handing her the outfit.
"Time's up," said Rickie. "Can you come back on Saturday?"
"Sure," I replied as I dressed, no longer embarrassed at my nudity in front of her.
"Great. I want to do a slumber party sequence. I may have several other girls. Will that be a problem?"
I hesitated. Other girls meant they'd see me nude. But since I'd already done this much I may as well.
"No. No problem," I replied.
"Terrific. Can you stay all day? Since I'm trying to have 4 of you, I need as much time as possible."
"Yea," I said, still not to sure of this whole group thing. "I can arrange to be here all day."
"Cool. See you Saturday at 9:00."
As I left, she handed me 10 twenty dollars bills. Two hundred dollars in one week!
When I wheeled into her driveway that Saturday two other bikes were already leaning against her garage door. I put mine next to them and walked up to the front door. It was a warm day and I wore gym shorts and a tank top (no bra, what was the point?).
Rickie met me at the door wearing a bikini top and short white jogging shorts that hung low on her hips.
"Tina, this is Laura and Maria," she said, introducing the two girls in her living room.
The first thing that struck me was how similar the three of us were. All three of us were small, petite is the best word I guess - short and thin. None of us topped more than 5' or weighed more than 90 lbs. I'd seen both of them in school, but didn't know either of them. Laura was 13 I think, one grade below me. She had shoulder length blond hair, deep blue eyes and snow white skin. Maria was in my grade so I guess she was 14, though like both Laura and me most people would assume she was only 13. She was Hispanic, with long black hair and dark brown eyes. Her skin was a lovely deep tan.
Just after we had greeted each other the doorbell rang again and the fourth member of our "slumber party" arrived. Michelle was a red head with short straight hair and freckles all over her face and shoulders. She, too, was petite and looked younger than her 14 years. She was actually in the same home room I was, though I didn't know her very well.
"OK, gather around everyone," announce Rickie as she came into the living room.
We all sat down and looked at her.
"Now, all of you have modeled a couple of times for me so you know how I work. But none of you has modeled with others before. As I've told each of you, there's no room for modesty in modeling. We're going to be doing several sets with a slumber party motif. That means changing in front of each other and wearing various styles of pajamas and underwear. I've been talking to a major teen magazine regarding this series and they are very interested. Before we begin I need to know if any of you have a problem with this? I don't want to get half way through a shoot and have one of you bale on me."
We all looked a little nervous, but we all shook our heads.
"OK. The key to this whole series is that it must look like you're really having a slumber party. As a result we're going to be shooting up here instead of down in the studio. Too much furniture is necessary for us to do it downstairs. Now go ahead and get undressed and I'll get your first set of outfits for you."
She turned and walked out of the room.
Embarrassed, no one moved for a few moments. Then Laura stood and quickly pulled off her tee shirt, shorts, panties and shoes. In less than five seconds she was standing nude in front us.
The rest of us laughed good naturedly, glad that someone else had gone first, stood up and stripped.
Each of us looked at the others and realized that Rickie had made all of us shave our pussies. There wasn't a bush in the room. Not knowing what to do, we sat back down, hands in our laps, legs closed.
Rickie walked back in carrying four hangers.
"Maria, please take all your clothes downstairs so they don't show up in my pictures," she asked.
"Now?" responded Maria.
"Yes now. Remember, modesty has no place here," she admonished, smiling sweetly.
Maria stood up, gathered our clothes, and trotted downstairs, her bare ass swaying.
We dutifully put on the outfits that Rickie handed to us.
I had a man's white dress shirt and a sheer white lace thong. Once I got it on, Rickie came to "fix" it for me. She rolled up the sleeves to my elbows and unbuttoned the shirt to just above my belly button. Standing, I looked down. The sides of the shirt stopped at crotch level and the front and back hung to mid thigh. The front covered my breasts but was so loose that they'd be easy to see from certain directions.
Laura wore a light blue Tweety Bird nightshirt that stopped about an inch below her crotch. I'd seen her put on a matching blue thong.
Michelle wore a white tank top that stopped just above her belly button and a pair of men's boxers. The arm holes were pretty big, so if she moved a certain way I could see her nipples. The crotch on the boxers opened when she moved. I don't think she realized that, though. Rickie came and pulled them down so low on her hips that the top of her crack showed in the back.
Maria came in and was handed a long white cotton gown that she pulled over her head. It was very light and almost sheer. Her brown nipples cast a dark shadow against the material. Rickie pulled the sleeves down off Maria's shoulders. This meant the whole thing tended to slide down.
"We'll start by playing a game of Twister here in the living room," Rickie announced. "The game is in the top of the coat closet. I want you to get the game, move the coffee table, spread it out, and all four play it at once. Remember, this is a real slumber party. You are best friends spending the night together. Pretend you've known each other your whole life. Have fun. Be animated. Regardless of what happens, do not be embarrassed. You need to look like this is the greatest night of your whole life! Don't worry about the pictures, I can make whatever touch-ups are necessary."
"I'll be rolling around, shooting you from various directions. Everyone ready?"
I looked around at the other three. They each had a look in their eyes similar to what I felt. Anticipation and excitement. Somehow, whenever the camera started clicking I became a different person, and I could tell that the others felt the same way.
"Laura, go get the game. The rest of you, make space."
Rickie started shooting. She followed Laura to the closet and rolled on to her back, shooting straight up as Laura climbed onto a stool and reached up for the game. Then she rolled up to a sitting position and photographed me and Michelle on our hands and knees, asses in the air, pushing the coffee table towards the couch. Maria had hiked her gown up past her knees and was pushing the recliner out of the way.
Michelle brought the box and sat down cross-legged on the floor to open it. The nightshirt bunched up around her waist giving Rickie a clear shot of her blue thong. On my knees, I leaned over and pulled out the mat realizing as I did so that my shirt hung open and revealed my naked tits. Ignoring it, I unfolded the mat and started smoothing it out.
Looking up, Laura was sitting across from me, legs wide open as she pulled on her end of the mat. The crotch of her boxers had opened and I had a clear view of her bald pussy glistening with moisture. I heard the camera click behind me.
For the one person reading this who grew up in a swamp on the back side of no where and has never heard of Twister, it consists of a large mat (like a tablecloth) with four rows of brightly colored circles. A wheel divided into four sections - right foot, left foot, right hand, left hand - and shows the colors on the mat. Each player spins the wheel and places the appropriate body part on the appropriate color. The object is to contort your body without falling over. The first person who falls over earns a T. Whoever spells Twister first, loses. The more people who play at a time the harder it is, since there are more bodies in the way.
I spun first and put my right foot on a yellow circle.
Maria bent over and put her right hand on a red circle.
Laura, left foot, blue circle.
Michelle, right foot, blue circle.
I spun and had to put my left hand on a yellow circle. Feeling mischievous (and horny, I kept my legs straight, bent at the waist and placed my left hand on the circle next to the one my foot was on. I felt my shirt ride up over my ass. The sheer lace thong hid very little. I glanced down and saw my shirt falling open.
Maria had to put her left foot on a green circle. That was on the far side of the mat. As she started to move she realized that the gown didn't give her enough range of movement, so with her free hand she hiked it up to her hips, squatted, and slid her foot onto the green circle. The material fell in front of her and covered her nude pussy - barely.
Laura spun and put her right foot on a yellow circle. I was in the way, so she had to stretch forward to reach the right circle. I looked up and realized the blue thong I thought I'd seen her put on was more of a blue g string. It barely covered her pussy and the string was entirely lost in her ass. She was so close to my nose that I could smell her.
Michelle got the easy one, left foot, green circle. She simply stepped on to the mat.
Rickie, for a change, wasn't saying a word. She was just firing her camera like a crazy woman. She'd run to one side and take a picture, then lay down and shoot up at us, then jump onto a nearby chair and click away.
I spun and had to put my right hand on a red circle. Now I was sort of in trouble Somehow I had to reach a red circle, Laura was in my way, and I didn't have much room to maneuver. Squatting, I slid between Laura's legs and placed my hand on the red circle. The tails of my shirt had separated, giving Rickie a clear shot of my pussy. And Laura's pussy was right above my face.
Maria now had to put her right foot on a red circle - which was on the far side of the mat from her left foot. She shifted and placed her foot on the circle. Now for a tall man, this would not have been much of a reach. Maria almost had to do the splits. Her gown was now bunched up above her outstretched hips completely uncovering her pussy. Rickie's camera continued to click away in the background.
Laura now had to put her right foot on a green circle. She was in the same predicament that Maria was in, almost doing the splits. Except my head was right between her legs! She stretched across, lowering her pussy into my face at the same time. Her widening pussy lips swallowed the narrow strip of material as Rickie's camera continued clicking.
Michelle had to reach across to a red circle with her right had. She squatted down and slid her hand between my legs to reach it. I glanced back at her and saw the crotch of her boxers completely open.
I now had to put my left foot on a red circle. There was no way. I simply could not reach around the bodies in front of me. I lost my balance and fell on my back, legs splayed open. Laura collapsed on top of me, her pussy landing right on my face. She was laughing so hard she didn't even realize it until I started struggling.
Getting up, I noticed that both the buttons on my shirt had come undone. I ignored it and we began another round.
Truthfully, no one ever truly finishes a game of Twister. Depending on who loses each round, it can take forever to spell out the word. But we played half a dozen rounds. And with each round we became less and less modest - more and more revealing. My shirt had come completely undone. Maria's gown stayed pushed up above her hips. Laura's g string was virtually invisible between her pussy lips and ass cheeks, and Michelle's boxers hung so low they were almost falling off.
But we didn't care. We really were having a blast. And the sight, smell, and touch of all the bare flesh was beginning to get to all of us.
Finally Rickie called out, "OK! Terrific. Let's take a breather!"
We all collapsed where we were. My shirt was completely open as I lay on my back. I heard Rickie take a couple of more shots of us, but my nudity just didn't seem to matter anymore.
After a few minutes of rest Rickie sat up and said, "OK girls. Give me your clothes."
We didn't even hesitate this time. I slipped my shirt off and pulled down my panties and tossed them towards her.
"Now we're going to have a good old fashioned underwear pillow fight!"
We all laughed. As if there had ever been a real underwear pillow fight at any slumber party in the history of the world!
Rickie grinned. "I know," she defended herself. "But it's what the editors wanted."
We followed her down the hall, still nude.
She led us into a large bedroom with a huge king size bed and a couple of sleeping bags already laid out on the floor. Laid out on the bed were four small piles. Rickie directed each of us to a pile and started preparing the lights and cameras.
I slid on a small light blue cotton thong that stopped well below my hips. If I hadn't shaved, my hair would have been poking above it! I swear almost half my crack was visible in the rear. My bra was the same shade of light blue and was strapless. It snapped tightly in the back, but there was really nothing keeping it up. And it was such light cotton that everyone could clearly see my nipples sticking out.
Maria wore a tank top undershirt with spaghetti straps. It hung so low in front that her nipples were only a quarter of an inch below the neckline. The shirt stopped a good two inches above her belly button. And this time, she was the one in boxers. I could tell by the way she kept reaching for them that they were to big and barely stayed on. I didn't think they had much chance when the pillow fight started.
Laura was the youngest of all of us and for this set she looked it. She wore pink Minnie Mouse panties and a matching training bra - but they were about two sizes too small, even for her. The panties were stretched tight around her pussy and were already working themselves into her ass in and effort to keep from splitting. Even though Laura's tits were smaller than mine, the training bra latch was straining to keep from popping.
Michelle wore delicate lace panties and a lace bra. I could easily see her nipples and her shaved slit through the thin material.
I couldn't help but wonder how Rickie would have to doctor these photos in order to publish them in a teen magazine. At the same time, I really was having a blast. That camera seemed to work magic on me.
"OK," directed Rickie. "Each of you has two real feather pillows. They are designed to rip during the fight so that feathers will begin flying around. This is a no holds barred pillow fight. Everything is allowed and we go until there aren't any more pillows to fight with. Understood?"
We all nodded.
Laura swung her pillow and hit Maria right across the face. I did the same thing to Michelle but she ducked and swung hers up into my chest. I decided I needed height, so I climbed up on the bed and stood up, only to be clobbered as Maria beat me to it and swung her pillow into me.
I spotted Laura standing beside the bed on my right swinging with both pillows at Michelle. I whomped her right across the center of her back and saw her bra strap pop right off.
Out of the corner of my eye I spied Maria's pillow flying down at my head. Instinctively I stepped back. The pillow grazed my face and hit me flat in the chest, catching my bra and sliding it right down to my waist. Oh well. It lasted almost thirty seconds.
As I flailed away at Maria I noticed that her tits had bounced out of her shirt and now her shirt was caught up underneath them.
Laura, still on the floor, swung her pillow into Maria's ass, knocking her forward - and the boxers down to her ankles. Trying to keep from falling she pulled her feet out of them and continued pummeling me, bottomless.
By now, feathers were flying everywhere.
Laughing hysterically I pointed to Laura. "She still has her bra on," I yelled.
"Get Laura!" Maria responded.
Before she could react, all three of us pounded her with pillows. One of us (and I'll never tell who) somehow managed to unsnap her bra so that it, too, ended up around her arms instead of around her tits.
Feathers were flying everywhere as we all collapsed on the bed, arms, legs, and tits flailing wildly and our pitiful little pillows deflated into empty sacks.
We lay on our backs giggling like little children. Laura, Michelle, and I were topless. Maria was bottomless and the thin straps of her tank top had broke and it was bunched up around her waist.
Rickie was still snapping away, first on one side and then on another. As my giggling started to subside I noticed her standing on the bedside table shooting straight down at our bare bodies.
I can't explain the transformation that had come over all of us. I'd always been an extremely modest girl. Never wore revealing clothes. Never walked around my house without being properly covered up. Didn't even like undressing in the locker room at school. Yet here I was, lying on my back, practically nude! And not only did I not care, I was having the best time of my life!
I knew all of the other girls were feeling just like I was. I'd never seen any of then wearing anything the least bit provocative at school. Yet here they were as nude as I was and were laughing their heads off.
My whole outlook on life seemed to have changed. I loved the way I felt. I loved looking at these girls and I loved being seen by them. And I never wanted it to end.
"OK, girls," said Rickie after the laughing had subsided, "hand me whatever's left of your outfits."
We each tossed her our panties and followed her back to the living room.
"A slumber party's not a slumber party without pizza," she said as she picked up the phone and dialed Pizza Hut. We all agreed enthusiastically. I was starved.
"Pizza will be here in about half an hour," Rickie said, looking at the four of us as we stood before her totally nude. "Why don't we look at each of your last sessions? There were some great photos"
We all agreed enthusiastically and she led us downstairs, still nude.
We crowded around her table while she handed us 8 x 10's one at a time. All of them looked great, and incredibly sexy! Laura had a series in a micro miniskirt and high heels. Maria was dressed in a Catholic school girl uniform complete with white stockings. Michelle posed in a series as a track and field runner, in jogging shorts and a light tee shirt.
My jeans and halter looked incredibly sexy. I hadn't realized how tight they really were. They almost looked painted on. I could see the points of my nipples in most of the shots.
To me, the sexiest though, was my cheerleading set. Since I had been wearing a thong, some of the shots showing my rear looked like I didn't even have any panties on. Evidently at the end of the set my thong had worked its way to the side and there were a couple of shots showing my exposed pussy. Rickie explained that those obviously wouldn't be published but thought I'd like to see them anyway.
Looking at her watch, Rickie announced that it was time to get ready for the pizza man. I'd begun to wonder if we were going to eat in the nude. Secretly, I wished we were.
Rickie pulled out another pile of clothes and handed them out to everyone.
I pulled on a tight white tee shirt that stopped at belly button level. It was so tight that it hugged my bare breasts. The only other item I had was a pair of white cotton French-cut bikini panties. They fit perfectly. The waistband was above my hipbone and was about half an inch wide. I had full coverage of my ass and pussy, but looking in the mirror I saw that the combined effect with the tight tee shirt looked incredibly sexy.
Laura wore short purple silk pajamas. The shorts were extremely short and the legs very wide. Whenever she sat or opened her legs her pussy was revealed. The shirt stopped at her waist and only had a couple of buttons, leaving a significant amount of cleavage.
Michelle had a black silky baby doll outfit. The top was open on the sides up to her breasts. The bottoms were like Laura's, extremely short and loose.
Maria wore a frilly pink nightgown that stopped just above her crotch and a pair of matching frilly pink panties. Both were just barely sheer, just giving a hint of what lay underneath.
We went upstairs and Rickie gave us our instructions. Maria was to sit cross-legged in the big recliner. I was to open the door and lead the deliveryman inside. Laura was to pay him exact change from a bowl on the coffee table. Turning on the TV, she told Michelle to lie down on the floor to watch. A video entitled The Girls of Spring Break came on. Just as we got settled, the doorbell rang.
As I went to answer it, Rickie pulled me to the side. "When Laura's handing him the money I want you to sneak up behind her and pants her, OK?"
I grinned and nodded.
Rickie positioned herself beside the door and I swung it open. And gasped! I knew him!
The delivery driver was Brad Mason, one of my brother's friends! He'd just turned sixteen and had been bragging about being the first one in my brother's group to get his driver's license. He came to my house all the time. And I was standing in front of him wearing a tight tee shirt and panties!
"Brad!" I yelped, almost swinging the door shut in his face. I heard Rickie clicking away with her camera.
"Uh.... C. Come in." I stammered.
Brad looked like he'd forgotten how to speak. In a daze he stepped into the house, then looked at Rickie.
"Don't mind her," I said, absentmindedly. "She's a photographing our slumber party. Sort of like reality TV." I grinned, beginning to get back into my character as he continued to stare at me.
I walked, no, swayed, into the living room. Brad followed like a little puppy as Rickie slid around us to get into a better position.
Everyone in the room froze for a moment when they saw Brad, but the silent encouragement of Rickie's camera kept them from completely losing it.
Standing beside Brad, I followed his eyes around the room.
First he saw Maria. Her tits were poking at the front of the thin material and the slit of her pussy was visible through the sheer pink material as she watched TV, pretending not to even see him.
Michelle had been lying on her stomach watching the video. When Brad walked in she rolled over onto her side and looked back at us, opening her legs as she did so. The front of her baby doll outfit had fallen open and I could see her entire breast. With her legs open like they were I had a clear view of her pussy as well.
On TV, girls were flashing tits, asses, and even pussies at the camera for a few beads and necklaces.
"Put the pizza on the coffee table, OK?" I directed.
"Brad!" I barked as he stood rooted in place.
"Huh. What?" he muttered.
"Put the pizza on the coffee table please."
Without saying a word he pulled two pizzas out of his warmer and placed them on the coffee table.
"How much?" Laura asked.
"Uhhh.... Fourteen ninety-six," he mumbled.
Laura was standing in front of him and I was behind her. She bent over at the waist, keeping her legs straight, and began counting out the money. I knew that her shirt had fallen open and from the look in Brad's eyes he had a clear view of her tits. She slowly counted out fourteen one's, then 95 cents in nickels, then one penny.
Straightening up she reached toward his outstretched hand.
Just as their hands were about to touch I stepped up behind Laura, grabbed each side of her shorts and jerked them all the way down to her ankles.
Laura let out and shriek and threw the money straight up in the air. Brad just stared. Laura's pussy was completely bare.
I'd expected Laura to grab her shorts and pull them back up. Instead she whirled around quick as a snake, grabbed my panties, and pulled. Hard.
Both sides popped apart at the same time and she pulled her hand away with my bottoms. I was completely bare from my belly button down!
I don't think Laura meant for that to happen. She looked almost as surprised as I was. I looked into her eyes as she looked into mine. Literally in the twinkle of our eyes we formed our plan.
She turned her back on me and held up my torn panties as a prize. I reached up and grabbed the collar of her silk shirt and pulled back and down as hard as I could. I felt the buttons pop. Our silent communication had told her what I was going to do so she was already braced for it and didn't fall backwards. Instead, the shirt flew backwards off her arms leaving her nude.
Spinning back again, my God that girl can move fast, she grabbed the collar of my tee shirt and jerked down. The tee shirt was very thin, but the collar was elastic. She had to really pull to snap it, but once that happened the shirt split all the way down.
We were nude. Totally nude. In front of Brad Mason who came to my house and played video games with my brother! And I, at least, had absolutely nothing to cover up with.
Laura and I looked at Brad, Michelle, and Maria. They were all shocked out of their minds. I think all three of them expected us to start scratching each other's eyes out.
We looked at each other and started laughing. Hysterically. We couldn't stop. We put our arms around each other and just giggled for two or three minutes. I couldn't breath I was laughing so hard. We ended up collapsing on the floor in each other's arms, gasping for breath, tears running down our cheeks.
Rickie's camera kept clicking.
Brad was actually drooling.
Maria and Michelle looked jealous.
Finally we sat up.
"Guess you need your money, huh Brad?" I gasped, looking up at him.
He just stared.
Laura and I began crawling around the floor picking up dollar bills and nickels. I don't know what came over me. Every time I had a chance I stuck my ass up or opened my legs wide.
Finally we had all the money gathered together. Standing, we handed it to him.
He was still speechless.
Each of us took an arm and led him to the door. I swung it open and we ushered him outside. He was still in a daze when we shut the door and leaned back against it.
"O My God!" we both said simultaneously. "I can't believe what we just did!"
Rickie shot us sinking down to the floor, leaning against the door, legs open.
The other two girls came in laughing. They couldn't believe we'd done it either.
"OK, girls," interrupted Rickie. "Go eat some pizza. I'm gonna snap some shots and then join you."
We sat around the coffee table, Laura and me still nude, and ate pizza while watching the video. At one point Michelle and Maria, sitting side by side, called to Rickie and flashed their tits just like the girls in the video. Of course, with Laura and me sitting there completely nude throughout all her shots it sort of lost it's impact.
I'm still amazed at myself. I was nude. I was horny. I was loving it. I felt absolutely incredible!
"Well, girls," announced Rickie. "I've got one more set for this afternoon and then I think we'll call it a day. Y'all ready?"
We all nodded enthusiastically.
"Great. Maria, Michelle, give me your clothes."
Like a shot, they were both nude.
Rickie took their stuff and trotted downstairs for a moment while the four of us sat on the floor, nude.
"What'd you think it'll be?" whispered Michelle.
"I don't know," replied Laura. "But, my God, I am so horny."
"Yea. Me too," I said quietly.
About that time we heard Rickie coming back in.
She handed each of us a white towel and had us stand up and wrap it around us as though we'd just gotten out of the shower.
We started to tuck it in under our arms so the slit was down the side. She stopped us and had us tuck it in the front, right between our breasts, so that whenever we moved our pussies peeked through.
The towels were white, thick, soft, and stopped right at our crotches. Virtually any movement at all was revealing but by this time we were all beyond caring. I could tell from the flush on everyone's cheeks that they were as horny as I was.
"No slumber party is complete with make-overs," said Rickie. "So you guys are going to wash each other's hair in the kitchen sink and give each other pedicures and manicures. OK?"
We nodded absentmindedly as she led us into the kitchen.
"Maria, you start off by washing Tina's hair."
Maria and I went to the sink and turned it on while Rickie started taking pictures. The sink was stainless steel and sparkled as the sunlight shown in the windows. After the water heated up I bent over at the waist and dumped my long brown hair into the sink while Maria picked up the sprayer and began wetting it down.
I could feel the towel rise up over my ass and knew that my whole rear end was exposed. In order to keep my balance while my head was upside down, I shifted and spread my legs wider.
After my hair was thoroughly soaked, Maria straightened me up. Rickie had placed a chair nearby for me to sit in while Maria shampooed me. Sitting down, I noticed that the towel had opened completely in front. I made no effort to close it.
Water was streaming down my face to my shoulders and breasts. The top part of my towel was already getting pretty wet.
Maria shampooed my hair into a lather. I noticed that the knot around her towel was beginning to come loose. Rickie was squatting in front of me, taking pictures, her legs spread wide. The legs of her shorts were open and I realized that she didn't wear panties either. I had a clear view of her shaved pussy.
Maria led me back to the sink and I bent over once again, taking a deep breath as I did so and closing my eyes tight as soapy water ran over my face. I felt the knot on my towel come completely loose and my towel slid slowly off my back to the wet floor. Maria just kept rinsing and I just kept holding my breath.
With the water rushing past my ears I couldn't hear anything. All I could feel was Maria's soft fingers massaging my head. My breasts were pressed against the sink. Water was running down my back into my ass and down my thighs. My pussy was tingling with pent up teenage excitement.
I kept thinking about the only kinds of pictures that Rickie could be taking with me in this position. I should have been upset that she was photographing me, nude, bent over at the waist, with my legs spread. But I wasn't. I'd never felt so excited before in my entire fourteen years. Never felt so exposed. So naughty. So alive.
Maria lifted me up. Water poured off my hair and down my body.
"I can't get all the soap out," she complained. "Can you lean over backwards into the sink?"
Laura pushed a chair towards me. "Here, sit in this and lean back."
"No thanks," I replied. "I used to do this sort of thing in gymnastics."
Stepping a couple of feet away from the sink, I spread my legs, reached back and grabbed the counter and arched my back. Bending backwards, I lowered myself into the sink, sliding my arms along the counter to hold me up.
Maria grinned and began rinsing my hair again. I could only imagine what I must look like. Nude. My body arched backwards. My small tits hard and pointed to the ceiling. My legs spread wide to keep my balance. My shaved pussy glistening with my juices and the soapy water that had run down my body spread wide for all to see!
And Rickie photographing it from every angle possible!
I wanted to touch myself. To run my fingers between my lips. To feel the lightening bolts shoot up my body as I pinched my clitoris. To push my fingers inside me.
But I couldn't. At that point I don't think the fact that four people would see me kept me from doing it. Fact is, if I moved my arms I'd slip and fall flat on my ass! But my God I was horny.
Maria turned off the water and squeezed what she could out of my hair. Holding my head, she lifted it up while I struggled to stand.
Rickie hadn't provided extra towels, so water poured down my body again. I was soaked.
"Michele, why don't you help Tina dry off," Rickie directed.
My towel was bunched up on the floor and completely drenched. Without hesitation, Michele undid her towel and began drying me off. Standing in front of me, our breasts almost touching, she reached behind me and began rubbing it up and down my back. She pulled me against her as the towel ran along my spine. Our nipples kissed. I felt her shaved pussy pressing against mine and pushed back gently.
She squatted in front of me, spreading her legs wide as she dried my ass, gently spreading my cheeks. Reaching between my legs, she grasped the towel and slid it through my dripping pussy. I shivered as the terry cloth ran over my engorged clitoris.
Standing again, she massaged my breasts, pinching each nipple and sending another shiver through my body.
No one was saying a word. No one was moving. Except Rickie. She was moving from one place to another, clicking away like a mad woman. Laura and Maria just stared at the two of us, eyes feverish with lust.
Once again, Michele was standing right in front of me. Our nipples touched. She licked her lips. I placed my hands on her hips.
The doorbell rang!
Both of us jumped apart as if we'd been jolted with electricity.
"Shit!" Rickie whispered half under her breath.
Rickie strode out of the kitchen to peak out the window.
Returning with frown on her face she said, "Well, ladies. Looks like we'll have to call it a day. Michele, your father's here."
"Omigod!" she shrieked. "He wasn't supposed to be here until 4!"
"Well, he's early," Rickie replied coldly. "Ladies, trot on down to the basement and get dressed. I'll let your father in Michele."
The four of us ran downstairs, Michele and I still nude, as Rickie headed to the front door.
The spell was broken. None of us said a word as we dressed. Truth is, we were all a little embarrassed.
Rickie thanked us all as she led us out the door and promised to call us when the pictures were developed. That's what we were afraid of. None of us really wanted to see what we had done.
My God! I was so horny!
Three days later Rickie called and asked me to come by the next day after school and see the layout.
It's difficult to explain how I'd been feeling the last few days.
In some ways I felt ashamed. I mean, I'd blatantly exposed myself for the camera. My God, I'd almost climaxed in the kitchen! With a girl! And Brad! He seemed so embarrassed he wouldn't look at any of us! I'd expected him to spread the story all over the place, but not even my brother seemed to know.
On the other hand, I couldn't get over how great it all felt. I'd masturbated over and over again to the memory of that day. And the knowledge that Rickie had photographed us made my orgasms that much more earth shattering.
The next day all four of us met after school and rode our bikes to Rickie's house.
Rickie met us at the door wearing skin tight jeans and a tube top. She immediately led us downstairs to the studio where a series of oversized magazine pages were carefully laid out on the floor.
Rickie had designed a six page layout with pictures, captions, and copy.
And it was beautiful!
She'd created copy about the various activities that teenage girls do during a sleepover. But it was the pictures that made the story. And the pictures were truly great. I don't know how she did it, but there was no nudity! Well, one. She had a great shot of my pulling Laura's shorts down in front of Brad. But even that had blurred out the embarrassing part.
I mean, of course there was a lot of skin. Lot's of pictures of us in panties and bras and nightshirts. But nothing was showing.
It was incredibly sexy. But not pornographic. Even the pictures of Maria washing my hair only showed us wrapped in towels. One picture showed my towel slipping. But that's all.
I couldn't get over it. The pictures were amazing. All four of us looked incredible!
Rickie explained that the layout was going to be in a new national teen girl magazine called Thirteen!
"What about all the other pictures?" Laura asked.
"Well," smiled Rickie. "A lot of pictures had to be discarded."
"Can we see them?" asked Michele.
"Sorry. I didn't print the ones I couldn't use," she replied.
She handed each us envelopes with our pay in it. "You guys did a great job!" she exclaimed. "So I doubled your pay. Thank you for working so hard."
Wow! The envelope had $200 dollars in it. I'd never had that much money before.
"Now, I've got another job for you if you're interested," she said. "It's a different from what we've been doing."
We all urged her to go on.
"Well. This Friday evening there is a special fashion show downtown. I've been asked to provide some models. I thought y'all might be interested."
"A fashion show!" I exclaimed.
"Cool!" shouted Laura.
"Now, hang on," cautioned Rickie. "You don't know the whole thing yet. It's a special fashion show for teen lingerie and underwear."
We got real quiet real quick.
"Here's the deal," she said. "And I'm going to give it to you straight. A bunch of catalog editors and some of their special guests are getting together to view teen lingerie and underwear. There's no guarantees, but some of the pictures will appear in national catalogs."
"Like, what kind of underwear and lingerie?" asked Maria.
"All different kinds," replied Rickie. "Some of it will be pretty tame. Panties, bras, tee shirts, pajamas, nightshirts, that sort of thing. Others will be pretty revealing. You'll be asked to wear shear nighties, g-strings, baby dolls, teddies, garters - maybe even crotchless panties."
"Crotchless panties!" whispered Michele.
"Why would they need that for a kid fashion show?" asked Laura.
"These editors are from a bunch of different types of catalogs, some from Europe and Asia where that is more common," explained Rickie.
We were quiet for a few moments, thinking it over.
"Will there be a bunch of people there?" I asked.
"There will be a couple of hundred people in the audience, mostly men. There will be about twenty girls ranging in age from 8 or 9 to 17 or 18. And a couple of dozen backstage helpers to handle the lighting and help you get dressed."
"Where do we dress?" asked Laura.
"There's a large room backstage that everyone will change in. Like I keep telling you girls, there's no room for modesty in modeling."
"Will there be a big long stage to walk down?" asked Michele.
"Yes. A catwalk will go right down the middle. People will be seated on either side of you with some photographers in strategic spots. You'll walk all the way down, sometimes alone, sometimes with an escort or as a group."
"Oh. And I almost forgot. It pays $500."
"Wow!" we all said in unison.
"When is it, again?" asked Maria.
"The actual fashion show starts at 9 PM, but we'll need there about 7. It'll last about 2 hours."
Our faces fell.
"There's no way my parents would let me go out that late," whined Laura.
"Me either," I agreed.
The others nodded.
"That's what I thought," said Rickie. "So I've come up with a plan... If you're interested."
We nodded enthusiastically.
She handed us each a birthday slumber party invitation. "You just talk you're parents into letting you go to a real slumber party. The RSVP is my number, so if your parents call I can talk to them. Then you come here after school on Friday and we all go together. You don't have to worry about how late we stay and no one else needs to know."
We talked it over and finally agreed to do it. So many things sounded cool about it. I mean, none of us had ever earned that much money before. And we would be real models, walking down a catwalk and everything. One of us might even be "discovered."
Plus, and I think we all thought this though none of us would admit it, we all loved the idea of being seen nude by a bunch of strangers! That sounds really wicked, I know, but I couldn't get that incredible feeling I had when Brad saw me out of my mind. Not to mention my near love scene with Michele.
"Now, girls," cautioned Rickie. "You can't tell anyone what we're going to go do or you'll never be allowed to come. And I need to know by tomorrow afternoon if you're parents will let you spend the night."
We all agreed and left, chattering and giggling about the coming weekend.
None of us ate much Friday evening before we left. Rickie had fixed us a salad, but we were all way to nervous to eat.
Rickie looked stunning. She was wearing a metallic gold micro-mini dress cut all the way down to her belly button in front with a bare back. The top was loose enough that if she leaned forward we could see her breasts. And I was pretty sure that she didn't have any panties on either.
"Will you be photographing us tonight?" Laura asked.
"No. Not tonight," she replied. "Tonight I'm just a spectator. I'll be in the front row towards the end of the catwalk."
Noticing the uneasiness on our faces, she said, "Don't worry. I'll get you all set up backstage before I go in front."
We still weren't too sure as we climbed into her BMW.
We drove about an hour and a half, all the way through the city and beyond, into the country. By the time we pulled into the long winding driveway I wasn't sure where we were.
In front of us was a giant mansion, sparkling with lights. We pulled around to the side and parked next to several other cars.
"All right girls," Rickie announced. "Showtime!"
We grinned uncertainly and piled out of the car.
Standing by the side door was a huge black man in a black suit with black sunglasses. Just like in the movies! I wasn't sure if he was just for show or if they had him there for a reason. He stood as still as a statue and didn't say a word.
We stepped into a brightly lit and gorgeously decorated foyer of marble tile and sparkling chandeliers.
"Rickieeeeee!" screamed a man off to one side as he came smiling towards us.
"Andre!" responded Rickie warmly as she took his hands and kissed him. On the lips.
Separating, he turned to us. "And these must be your new angels!"
Andre was tall and thin, about 40, I guess. He had pitch black hair (probably dyed) pulled back into a tight pony tail and a pencil thin mustache. His teeth sparkled whenever he smiled. He, too, wore a black suit. Looked really expensive.
"Andre, let me introduce you. This is Laura, Tina, Michele, and Maria. Ladies, this is Andre. He's the backstage manager. He'll be the one telling you when to go on and what to do."
With each introduction he took our hands and kissed each of us on the cheek. We didn't know what to do so we just sort of stood there.
"Where's Simon?" Rickie asked.
"Oh, he's already backstage getting things ready. Ladies," he said, smiling at us, "would you like something to eat or drink before we head backstage?"
We each shook our heads silently.
"OK then. Follow me," he announced.
We trailed along behind him and Rickie as he led us down a hall and through two large double doors.
We entered a large open room filled with bright lights. Plush navy blue carpet covered the floor. Scattered around the room were various tables, chairs, mirrors, and racks of clothes (I guess they were clothes).
About 10 or 15 people were bustling around, carrying piles of clothes, moving chairs or tables, setting out bottles of make up, and I don't know what else. And photographers! A couple of photographers with cameras and even video cameras were floating around the room.
But what made me stare were the kids. Two girls, about my age, were standing nervously on one side of the room, totally nude! Swallowing, I followed Rickie and Andre as they weaved their way through the crowd towards the side of the room.
"Simon!" Rickie announced warmly as we approached a large round man adjusting things on a table.
He turned towards us with a huge grin on his face. "Rickie!" he proclaimed. "It's so good to see you again. Ravishing as always!"
Simon reminded me a little of my grandfather. He was about 50 or 55, balding with gray hair along the sides. Jovially overweight with a constantly warm smile and twinkling eyes, he wore blue jeans, cowboy boots, and a long sleeve cowboy shirt rolled up to his elbows. I liked him immediately!
"Simon, let me introduce you to my models. Laura, Tina, Michele, and Maria. This is Simon. He's your personal backstage magician. He'll take care of each of you - dress you, apply your make up, get you whatever you need and have you where you need to be when you need to be there. He's the only one I let handle my girls!"
"Rickie, you flatter me," he grinned as he knelt down in front of us and looked us each in the eyes. "Beautiful!" he exclaimed. "Beautiful as always!"
"Now ladies," he said. Still kneeling in front of us he took Laura's hand in one hand and Maria's in the other so that we formed a circle, "this night's going to be different from anything you've ever experienced before. I'm here to help you through it and hopefully let you have a lot of fun."
He looked at each of us in turn. "I know from talking to Rickie that you've gotten used to nudity in her studio. But this'll be a lot different. It's more public. There's more people around. A lot of them will see you. A lot of men will see you. There's even a lot of photographers around. See those two over there?" he pointed to a couple with a video camera talking to one of the nude girls. "They're part of a film crew working on a documentary about teen modeling. One of their teams will want to interview you this evening."
Getting serious, he said, "Like Rickie has told you, modesty has no place here this evening. You will be nude or partially clothed whenever you are back here. Some of the outfits you'll be wearing are extremely revealing. You'll be asked to do things you've never done before."
"Plus, we have one unexpected problem. The other modeling team is unable to come tonight. That means it's just you four and the two across the room. You'll have to double up on the walks. Everything will be moving very fast indeed. I need to know now if you're willing to do this. Laura?"
She nodded quietly.
"Tina?" He looked me in the eye.
Nervously, I nodded as well.
She also nodded.
Silently, her head shook up and down.
"Wonderful," he grinned. Clapping his hands once together as he stood up he said, "Let's get started. Please get undressed and hand me your clothes."
Without saying a word we each pulled off our tee shirts and dropped our jeans. In moments we were all totally nude, clothes carefully folded and piled on top of our shoes. A young man and woman came from nowhere, gathered them up and walked away. I stared silently as my clothes left the room.
"OK, girls," whispered Rickie, giving each of us a quick hug. "I'm going upstairs to the cocktail party. You'll do great! And remember, have fun."
Kissing Simon on the lips, she swayed through the crowd and out of the room.
Until last week, no man had ever seen me nude, at least not since I was a baby. Now I was standing completely nude in a room full of men! A whole tornado of feelings whirled through me. Fear. Sheer terror. Shame. Excitement. Daring. A sense of freedom. But mostly fear.
"First things first," announced Simon. "Before I start getting you ready I want to show you the catwalk. Follow me please."
We wove our through the crowd towards the back of the room where a large curtain hung. I was aware of various video cameras following our trail.
We walked up some stairs and stepped through the curtain and out onto the stage.
The auditorium was empty, the lights up.
It wasn't huge. I guess it probably held a hundred people. But it was so elegant. So rich, maybe, more than elegant. Gorgeous chandeliers dangled delicately from an ornate ceiling. Plush chairs surrounded what I guess was the catwalk, though it was the strangest catwalk I'd ever seen. It simply felt intimate.
But the catwalk.
"Girls," called Simon as he walked to the edge, "There has always been a problem with rookie models," he lectured. "They tend to walk to slow or to fast. They take tiny steps or don't go to the end of the stage. They forget what they're supposed to do. They don't show the fashions as directed. Well, Mr. Harthsford, our host, created the perfect solution."
He pointed to the catwalk. I admit, I hadn't seen a lot of fashion shows, but I know I've never seen anything like this. The shows I've seen had models walking down a sidewalk like stage into the middle of the crowd, then turning around and walking back.
This wasn't a stage at all. It was a series of glass tubes sticking out of the ground, about 18 inches tall and about 12 inches around. There were basically two rows, spaced evenly going into the middle of the audience.
"You will step from one tube to the next until you reach the platform at the end. This forces you to take appropriate sized steps and to go where your need to go and do what you are directed to do. Each tube will light up as you walk to tell you where to step. As you can see," said Simon, stepping from tube to tube, "the steps are not to large. It's not like you're going to have to leap from tube to tube."
"Now each of you is going to do this a couple of times until you're comfortable. Tina, why don't you go first?"
Taking a deep breath, I put my right foot on the first tube. It was comfortably warm. Left foot went to the next tube. Right. Left. Right. Left. Simon was right. The tubes were perfectly spaced. I had to take real steps, but I didn't have to stretch. They weaved in a way that forced my legs to cross like real professional models walked.
Towards the end I put my right foot on the next tube and couldn't see where to put my left foot.
"To your left," coached Simon.
About three feet away, directly opposite the tube my right foot was on was another tube. This time I did have to stretch. Putting my left foot on it meant my legs were spread about as far as they could spread without danger of doing the splits. I could imagine what I must look like, wide open like that.
"OK. The catwalk has a few specific tasks you must complete. This is the first one. When you perform this straddle, you must reach up with both hands and push the buttons above you. Only when you do that will the platform in front of you light up."
I looked up and saw an almost invisible glass plate above my head with a small clear button embedded in it. I had to stand on my tip toes to reach it, stretching as high as I could. A platform in front of me lit up and I stepped on to it.
"Wonderful, Tina!" Applauded Simon. "Now remember, the whole point of this show is to model the fashions. A model must show the clothes in every way possible. You'll be modeling underwear, sleepwear, and lingerie. The viewers want to see every side of it. On this platform you will form a bridge. Do you know what that is?"
"Where I bend backwards onto my hands?" I asked incredulously.
"Exactly!" he proclaimed. "And you must spread your legs and arch your backs as much as you possibly can. A poor bridge can ruin the walk. Show me yours"
I sat down on the platform. It, like the glass tubes, was comfortably warm. I lay on my back and pulled my feet up against my bare ass. Putting my hands beside my head, elbows pointed to the ceiling, I arched my back and pushed my body up onto my hands and feet as high as I could. Until a couple of years ago I'd been in gymnastics. I knew how to do a bridge and I knew what a bridge looked like. I knew that my breasts were stretched tight and pointing back towards the stage. I knew that my legs were wide open and my pussy lips were spread apart for all to see. Nothing was hidden.
"Excellent! Excellent! Hold for a ten count then lower."
I counted to ten and lowered my body.
"Tina," said Simon, walking up to me as I lay on my back. "You used to be in gymnastics, right?"
"Yes sir," I replied.
"From this position can you do the splits with a controlled backwards summersault to a standing position?"
My gymnastics coach used to call that the Cornic Maneuver. We had all learned it for both the floor exercise and the balance beam.
"Yes sir," I said, hesitantly.
"Wonderful! Show me."
I was on my back with the heels of my feet still pressed against my bare ass. I straightened my legs and spread them into a perfect split, legs ruler straight, toes pointed. Spreading my arms out for balance I raised my hips and then began bending my back, forcing myself over, slowly. Doing a backwards summersault is easy. Doing a slow backwards summersault from a horizontal position, is tough. At one point, my body was bent literally in half. My bare pussy, pulled wide apart because of my splits, was only an inch from my face. I completed the flip, sliding my head out and up, pushing up with my hands for leverage and pulling my legs together until I was standing in the classic gymnastics "sticking" position: feet together, back arched, hands pointing to the ceiling.
"Wonderful! Wonderful!" applauded Simon. "Can you do that every time?"
"Yes sir," I replied. Simon had an incredible way of ignoring the fact that I was completely nude. It almost made me forget.
"Terrific!" he gushed. "Oh - and quit calling me sir!" he barked with a pretend frown.
"Now step back onto the straddle. Girls listen up," he said to the others on the stage. "At this point, keeping your legs straight you have to bend at the waist and touch the button between your legs."
Shocked, I looked at him.
"On the floor. On the floor," he grinned. "My goodness you have an active imagination."
In the straddle position I looked down and saw a red button raised slightly above the floor. Bending at the waist, I leaned down and pressed it.
"OK. Now hold it for a five count. Release. Now simply walk back from tube to tube to the stage."
Stepping back to the stage I gave a tremendous sigh. My legs were trembling.
Each of the girls walked the catwalk, performing each task as requested. On the platform at the end, each girl was given a different signature move to complete after she had done her bridge. Laura did a forward roll in a split position. Maria stood, then slid down into a split and back up again. And Michelle stood on one foot and lifted the other foot straight up to her ear - a standing split!
We each practiced our catwalk a couple of times until we were comfortable.
By now we were almost over our nervousness and had almost forgotten we were nude. Until we stepped back through the curtain into the room full of dressed men and women!
Simon immediately led us across the room to four chairs next to the table he had been working at. Two video camera crews and one photographer followed us and took up positions around his station.
This was weird! I was nude. My friends were nude. And people were all around us. I wanted to hide and couldn't. There was nowhere to go. Nothing to cover up with. Nothing to do but follow Simon's directions. I pretended that everything was normal. I imagined that I was wearing my swimsuit.
It didn't work. I was nude. I couldn't forget it. Yet part of me... Deep down inside... I liked it.
"OK ladies," Simon said, getting our attention back. "Pick a chair."
In front of us were four hairstyling stations, complete with sinks for washing your hair. The chair was a little odd. Instead of the single metal plate where you put your feet when you're getting your hair done, this had two, one for each foot, set a couple of feet apart and designed to be raised and lowered as needed. Looking closer, I realized the seat portion was different too. It was contoured to fit snuggly around my rear.
I sat down. The foot rests forced me to sit with my legs apart. The seat itself molded around my ass and thighs. There was even a small rise down the middle that separated my ass cheeks slightly and continued around until it was barely pushing my pussy lips apart. Felt a little strange.
"This is the part where we turn you from beautiful teenagers to gorgeous angels," Simon explained. "And since some of the models couldn't make it, we have some extra make up artists to help out. We have a hairstylist that will do your hair, nothin' fancy but it'll look gorgeous. You'll each get manicures and pedicures as well. A make up artist will put your make up on and then I'll take care of your body glitter. Sit back, relax, and enjoy it while we pamper you."
I smiled uncertainly. Rickie hadn't mentioned any of this. During my sessions with her we'd used very little make-up.
"Hello Tina, I'm Rochelle and I'll be doing your hair," introduced a woman as she came smiling around the chair and looked at me. She was a short, fat, black woman with a wonderful smile and twinkling eyes. "This is Rhonda, she's one of our manicurists. And this is Tim. He'll do your pedicure."
They each smiled sweetly at me. Rhonda was young, probably just 17 or 18. She wore a sheer blouse (I could see her nipples) and an extremely short skirt. Tim looked to be about 20 and wore jeans and a tight tee shirt.
With that, they got to work.
Rochelle turned the chair around so that I was facing the room. She then raised it up and tilted the back until I was staring at the ceiling with my hair in the sink. Next she pushed a button that raised and separated my feet so that they were about three feet high. I raised my head a little and looked down my nude body. I was spread eagled, facing the entire room. Tim sat in front of my right foot with a clear view of my spread pussy. Right behind him I saw a video camera recording the whole thing! I wanted to cover up, but Rhonda already had one of my hands and Rochelle was pushing my head back to wash my hair.
"This will relax you, sweetness," she said as she pushed a button
I jumped a little as, with a low hum, the chair began to massage my body. Soft waves rolled up and down my back and even up and down the leg rests. That felt good. But it was the seat that surprised me. The rise in the middle seemed to take on a life of its own. It wiggled and writhed gently down my crack and seemed to press even more into my pussy. It wasn't hard or powerful, just gentle vibrations right against my asshole and pussy. Wow! It felt incredible.
I think this must be what heaven will be like. I had a woman washing my hair, gently massaging my scalp. Someone else massaging my hands while doing my nails. A gorgeous guy massaging my feet. And something exquisite massaging my pussy! It no longer seemed to matter that I was nude in a room full of people.
Rochelle turned the water off, wrapped my hair with a towel, and raised the back of the seat into a sitting position. This changed my position and forced the rise in the seat right up against my pussy and my clit. My feet were still up at chest level. I gasped as my little button began vibrating against the seat. I swear, it felt like the massaging was getting stronger.
Now I could look around some. Tim, sitting right in front of me, was applying clear polish to one foot, delicately painting my pinkie toe, his face just inches away. Rhonda, grinning broadly, was putting the same clear polish on my now closely trimmed fingernails. Right behind Tim, a cameraman was filming me. I smiled uncertainly. To my left and right, Maria and Laura were in the same position I was. Maria had her head back and her eyes closed. Laura was looking a little flushed. Across the room the other two girls were sitting in similar chairs having their hair done. I knew that I was just as exposed as they were! And in between were about 20 people, mostly men, simply watching. And occasionally taking pictures!
My pussy was tingling and warm waves were flowing gently throughout my body as Rochelle, Rhonda, and Tim did their magic. When they were done they spun me around to look in the mirror. My long brown hair was pulled back in a pony tail on the right side of the back of my head with a thick braid hanging over my shoulder. Sounds simple, I know, but I was amazed at how good I looked in it. My make up was almost invisible, just enough to bring out my eyes and lips. My toes, still up in the air, were shiny as were my fingers. They didn't really look painted at all. Simple and elegant was the over all look.
I couldn't help but notice that my nipples were also hard and pointing straight out and my pussy looked really wet behind the vibrating seat!
"So, Angel, are you ready for me?" asked Simon as he walked up behind me and caught my eyes in the mirror.
He spun me around and stood between my spread legs, looking me in the eyes.
"Angel, I need to explain what's going to happen next." Simon looked very serious. "You're going to be wearing all kinds of revealing clothing tonight. We must make sure that your vaginal and anal areas are remarkably clean. Cleaner than you have probably ever been. I'm going to shave you even closer than you already are. Then I will thoroughly clean those two areas. Afterwards we will put on your body glitter. Are you ready?"
I just stared at him, unsure of what to do or think. What was he going to do?
He pushed a few buttons on the chair's controls. The chair rose until my ass was about chest high on him. The legs spread even more until I was almost doing the splits, completely open in front of his smiling face. Then the seat slid backwards and I thought for a second it was going to dump be out, but it stopped after only a couple of inches. I realized, however, that there was now nothing under my pussy or my asshole.
Whistling to himself, Simon spread a thin layer of warm shaving lotion over my pussy and ass. He picked up a two inch long barber's shaving razor and carefully scraped it over my skin.
Since I'd been modeling I'd shaved every three or four days. The last time was this morning, so I knew I was pretty bare down there. Shaving had never been any kind of a turn on to me. It was a chore that I had to do for Rickie. I admit, I liked the look and feel of the finished product and I sometimes masturbated when done, but the actual act was more of a frightening chore than a sexual experience.
Simon, on the other hand, made me shiver as he shaved me smoother than I have been since I was six months old! He carefully cleared every conceivable stubble, right up to my pussy and even my asshole.
He washed his hands and squirted some green lotion on them as he stepped back in front of me again.
"Just relax, Angel," he whispered as he gently began massaging my asshole.
I still didn't know exactly what he was trying to do. He gently ran his bare finger around my ass, pressing against it again and again. Pushing and releasing. Pushing and releasing. I'd never felt anything like it before. It felt good. Really good.
I didn't even feel it when it happened. I simply realized that his finger was no longer pressing and releasing along the outside. It was now inside my ass, gently rubbing and circling.
Without removing that finger, he began sliding the fingers of his other hand between my vaginal lips. I sighed. His fingers slid up one side, touched my clit, then slid down the other. He pressed and released over and over again around my pussy, just like on my ass.
And then he was there. Actually inside me. With two fingers! I could feel them wiggling inside. He didn't pop my cherry or anything. He was just rubbing inside me.
Twisting his hand somewhat, he began pressing down in my pussy and up in my ass. I could feel both fingers inside me. My God it was exquisite!
His thumb then began rolling my clit around and around. He'd wiggle one finger. Stop and wiggle another. Then wiggle both together. All the while rolling my clit around and around.
People had gathered around to watch. I knew Laura and Maria, on either side of me, were watching. I knew cameras were whirling away.
But those fingers kept moving. In. Out. Up. Down. Pressing here. Pressing there. And always rolling my clit around.
I knew it was going to happen. I couldn't stop it. Didn't want to stop it. Didn't care that people were watching. Sort of thought it was cool that they were watching. And that incessant rolling, rolling, rolling, of my clit.
It hit me like a freight train. I sat straight up, gasping, grunting. Slid right off the chair. Literally impaled on his fingers, two in my pussy and one in my ass. I arched my back and fell onto the chair again, gasping for breath and actually screaming. I don't even know what I said. Wave after wave of incredible sensations rocketed through my body.
As I finally returned to earth, Simon slid me further up into the seat and removed his hands with a slight smile.
"Well, I think you're all clean now," he said.
I just lay there, almost unconscious. Sweat shown on my body. I was gasping for breath. Whimpering as the powerful sensations ebbed from my body. I had never in my entire fourteen years experienced anything that powerful before. `Course I had only been masturbating for about two years. But anyway, I felt absolutely incredible.
I watched as he slid over to Laura and began shaving her just has he had me. Her breaths were already much too short and much too fast. I wasn't sure how long she would last.
Tim and Rhonda lowered the chair and had me stand up.
"Time for your body glitter," Rhonda whispered.
My legs shook as I stood up. Tim squirted some glittering lotion on my breasts and then began massaging it in, tweaking my nipples as he did so.
The quiet was shattered by Laura's screaming orgasm. We all turned and watched as her young body arched and writhed to Simon's wiggling fingers. I couldn't help but wonder if I was as loud as she was.
Tim rubbed the lotion all over my breasts, arms, stomach, and back. Then he began around my ankles and worked his way up my calves, thighs, ass and incredibly bald pussy. Gently he rubbed between the velvet folds and pinched my clitoris. I shivered, right on the verge of another orgasm.
Picking up a small green capsule he slipped it into my vagina.
"This will slowly dissolve over the next four hours and continue to keep you moist and stimulated," he said as he slid another one inside my ass.
I shivered once again. How could I be doing this? How could I be allowing complete strangers to touch me in the most intimate way? I didn't know. And I didn't care. I loved it. I loved the touch. The feelings. The fact that others were watching. Somehow that made it even better. I knew the men around the room must have incredible hard-ons because of what I had done!
Now Maria was screaming in ecstasy. Simultaneously, one of the girls on the other side did as well. I looked over and another man was masturbating (oh yea, cleaning) her as well.
When everyone was done they lined all six of us up, still nude but now glittering.
Virtually everyone had left except the people that were there to help and the camera crews still recording everything we did.
Just as we lined up, Andre came prancing in.
"Ladies, ladies, ladies," he sang. "You look ravishing! The show will start in about five minutes. It's designed to last three hours and there was supposed to be two other teams of models. Since they couldn't make it, you ladies will have to work twice as hard and twice as fast. I'm sorry about that, but the show must go on. I'm sure you'll all be marvelous!
"Simon, William, please get your models dressed for the first walk."
Simon hustled the four of us to his side of the room while William took the other two to his.
Each of us had two helpers (Tim and Rhonda were mine) while Simon oversaw the whole thing.
"Angels," barked Simon (nicely but with authority). "You must do nothing. Let your helpers dress you and undress you. They know exactly how each outfit should look and how to get it on you without messing up your makeup. Understand?"
We all nodded.
Tim knelt in front of me with a pair of light pink cotton panties. Holding on to his head I stepped into them. He pulled them up to my waist while Rhonda slid a matching pink cotton sports bra over my head.
Before snapping the bra over my tits, she ran a small piece of ice over each nipple, making me jump.
"Just relax," she whispered, smiling as she slid the material over my now erect breasts.
Tim, meanwhile, slid his hand down my crack and through my pussy, causing the thin cotton to slide into them and show a deep crease.
"Wonderful!" exclaimed Simon as he led me to the curtain. "You'll be first. Remember. Step only on the tubes as they light up. Reach for the button on the first straddle. Do a bridge on the platform and then your backward roll. Then push the button between your feet on the return straddle. Understand?"
"And listen to the announcer. Sometimes they will ask you to do other things. Make sure and respond accordingly. And under no circumstances are you to touch the clothes. Understand?"
I nodded again.
I can't even begin to describe how terrifying it was to step out onto that stage. For two hours I had been nude in a room full of strangers. Strange men. I'd even had a massive orgasm in front of them. But somehow I'd already become accustomed to that.
This was different. Like being in a play at school, it didn't matter what I'd done previously, I was terrified now.
The curtain was pulled to one side and Andre ushered me through. I stepped into the bright lights wearing nothing but a pair of pink cotton panties and a bra.
I couldn't see anything. Beyond the lights were shadowy shapes.
I froze for a moment at the sound of applause then focused on the tubes in front of me. I stepped forward to the first tube then put my left foot on the next one. Right. Left. Right. Left. On the catwalk I could see the people on the first couple of rows staring up at me. Right. Left. Right. Left.
I reached the straddle tubes. They seemed further apart somehow. I was stretched almost as far as I could go. I stopped and reached up for the button. It was just out of reach. I stretched higher, as high as I could possibly reach, and just managed to push the button.
The platform lit up and I stepped on to it.
Lying on my back, I raised myself up to form my bridge. I knew my panties had wedged themselves even further into my pussy and that everyone in front of me could see. I held it for ten seconds and relaxed.
Returning to my back, I opened my legs out straight as a ruler and performed a perfect backwards roll to a standing position. My gymnastics coach would be proud. The crowd erupted in applause as, smiling, I turned to the straddle tubes again. With legs straight, I bent and pushed the button, holding it until the light came on, my barely covered ass pushed out to the crowd.
Just as I stepped off the last tube, Laura came out in a white outfit similar to mine. With a sigh of relief I stepped behind the curtain.
Tim and Rhonda were there to great me, beaming encouragement as they led me to the changing station.
Carefully Rhonda pulled off my sports bra and Tim pulled down my panties. As I stepped out of them, Tim ran his fingers through my pussy, sliding one inside me. I shivered. Rhonda, meanwhile, rubbed ice over my nipples once again.
This time they slid on a pair of black silk pajamas. Tim pulled the bottoms up to my hips then tugged them down about an inch below my hipbones. The bottoms were very, very short and the legs very wide. It was almost like wearing a micro-mini skirt. The top was sleeveless, with equally wide armholes. From the side my bare breasts were easily seen. The bottom of the shirt stopped about two inches below my nipples, giving me a wide bare midriff.
I looked in the mirror. My God but I looked sexy. I also looked incredibly exposed.
"Marvelous," beamed Simon as he strode up to us and led me back to the queue.
As the person in front of my came off, I was ushered back on stage. Trying desperately to ignore my near nakedness, I stepped from tube to tube. My shirt rose above my nipples as I stretched for the button at the straddle. Stepping on to the platform, I noticed that my shirt had not fallen down correctly and one nipple was exposed.
Of course, that didn't really matter, since as I formed my bridge, the shirt fell up against my chin and exposed both my breasts to the entire audience. Lying back down, the shirt stayed up against my neck. As I did the splits, I realized that my shaved pussy was completely exposed through the wide leg holes. I flipped over and stood, once again to a raucous applause.
I honestly can't describe all of the outfits Tim and Rhonda dressed me in. It sort of became a blur. I'd come off. They'd strip me. Redress me. Send me back out. Tim always fingered my pussy while I was nude, and sometimes my asshole as well. Rhonda always ran ice over my nipples or sometimes tweaked and pinched them to liven them up.
Although I can't describe all the outfits, they became progressively more revealing. Underpants became thongs, then g-strings. Bras became smaller and smaller. Shirts tighter or looser, depending on the case, and always more and more sheer.
Slowly but surely the fashion became more and more sexual. At one point they dressed me in thigh high white stockings complete with a garter belt, sheer white g-string, a tight white lace bustier that pushed my breasts up but didn't cover my nipples at all.
I spotted Maria in a black rubber outfit that covered her from neck to ankle but fit so tight it looked like skin. I could see every crease and bump on her body.
Laura came onstage as I was exiting wearing nothing but a sheer white gown tied at the throat and completely open the rest of the way down!
By this time we were all on a sexual high. I think I'd had half a dozen mini orgasms to Tim's groping. I don't know what the capsules were that Tim had inserted into me, but the inside of my pussy and ass was tingling more and more.
After almost three hours of this, Tim whispered to me, "This next one's a little bit different," as he pulled off my outfit. "Just relax and enjoy it."
I stepped into a black thong, but as he pulled it up he told me to spread my legs more. Feeling between my legs, he lifted up a small dildo embedded in the thong and pushed it into my pussy.
"Bend over," he commanded.
I did so and he did the same thing to my asshole. When I stood I could feel both dildos wiggling. Rhonda then tied a black satin cape around my neck and sent me off.
Every step I took made the dildos move inside me. And the bridge was incredible! It pushed them even further into me.
I was gasping as I came out.
Next was a leather thong with three long thin rubber straps in the crotch. Tim inserted these into my pussy and pushed a small switch. The three straps came alive, wiggling like snakes inside me. I immediately collapsed to my knees as my orgasm washed through me.
Rhonda put on a matching leather bra on me that squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples.
I barely made it down the catwalk and back again. The world seemed to be invisible. My only reality was the sensation in my pussy.
"This is your last outfit. You're almost done," said Tim.
Rhonda put on the top first. It was some type of chain mesh bra, silver metal and cold. There was a tiny hole in the middle of each cup that Rhonda worked my nipple through. She then twisted each nipple about half way around and clamped it. This caused an immediate and constant pain. Not bad. Not even uncomfortable, but a constant tugging sensation to my nipples. Next, she attached a short chain between them. Any movement would pull on the chain and tug on my nipples.
Tim moved in next.
He pulled up a matching silver chain mesh thong. Around my waist was nothing more than a silver wire that virtually disappeared unless the light hit it just right. The wire disappeared down my crack until it reached my asshole. A five inch long silver dildo stuck up. Tim bent me over and drove it into me. I was incredibly wet so it slid in OK, but I'd never been invaded that deep before. It was so far up my ass I could feel it in my throat! It had looked hard and metalic, but in reality it was some sort of gel that molded itself to me.
Another dildo fit into my pussy. It wasn't as long, because I was still a virgin with hymen intact. But it was wide, forcing my pussy open and filling me completely.
Once he got both of these pulled into me, he pinched my clitoris and worked the little head through a tiny hole in the silver mesh. Once through he twisted and clamped it. For about thirty seconds I was in agony. I felt like some hand just ripped my entire pussy out of my body. Slowly the agony ebbed away and was replaced with sensation. Incredible sensation. Tim took a silver chain that hung down from the chain between my tits and connected it to the clamp around my clit.
Almost late, Tim scooted me to the stage and through the curtain.
I stopped for a moment and took a deep breath. My whole body was tingling.
Stepping onto the first tube I knew I was in trouble. Every move I made was amplified a thousand times to my nipples, ass, pussy, and clitoris. With each step my nipples were pinched, twisted, and pulled. Somehow, the gel in the dildo in my ass sent a rolling wave up and down whenever I moved. The one in my pussy did too, somehow expanding and contracting as I walked. But the clamp around my clitoris! My God! Every movement. Every step. Every damn breath, twisted it, pulled it, tickled it, caressed it.
My legs were shaking as I moved from tube to tube. Half way through I stopped and stood stock still, waiting for the sensations to cool down.
The announcer demanded that I move forward.
I spread my legs for the straddle and felt like every nerve in my crotch was alive. The dildo in my ass wiggled like a boa constrictor. My clit was being pulled up and away from my body. I knew I had only one shot for the button over my head. Biting my lip I reached up and hit it, exhaling loudly as my arms came down.
The platform lit up and I stepped across.
Lying down seemed to wake up the gel in my ass even more.
Taking a deep breath I pushed myself up into my bridge. Everything seemed to happen simultaneously. As my body extended into my bridge my nipples were tugged and twisted more than ever. Arching my back sent the dildo in my ass into convulsions. The one in my pussy seem to grow into a football, pressing hard against my pussy walls. My clit simply exploded!
The orgasm flooded over me! Wave upon wave upon wave upon wave of incredible pleasure crashed into my body. I collapsed, legs spread, sitting up with my hands rubbing my exposed clit, rocking to and fro on the dildos in my ass and pussy. Sweat was pouring down my back and stomach. I was groaning, moaning, and yelling I don't know what. I mean, this thing was so big it made the one Simon had given me earlier seem like a gnat compared to a whale!
It simply wouldn't stop. As my body moved to the orgasm it pulled my clit, nipples, ass and pussy in new directions sending a new wave of pleasure over me. I could barely breath I was gasping so much, and still it went on and on and on.
Finally my body stilled. I think I may have passed out for a moment. I was on my back, legs spread out wide, hands resting on my crotch. I lay perfectly still, trying to breath slowly. Trying to catch my breath. Oblivious to the hundred or so people staring at my quivering body.
"Miss Tina, you need to finish your bridge, please." The voice over the loudspeaker was cold and devoid of all feeling, as if I'd simply fallen off of the balance beam during a gymnastics competition.
I bent my legs and pushed up into my bridge. My nipples were tugged, the dildo in my ass woke up, the one in my pussy expanded, the clamp around my clit twisted and orgasm number two hit me like a ton of bricks.
Once again I collapsed, rolling forward, pressing my hands into my clit, rubbing it wildly and moaning like I was demon possessed.
It didn't last quite as long, but it was almost as powerful.
"Miss Tina, please continue with your backward roll."
I knew what was going to happen.
Biting my lower lip, I spread my legs into a straight split. I couldn't believe how sensitive my ass had gotten to the gel in that dildo. I felt every vibration down to my toenails. My clit was sticking straight out. Whatever was in my pussy seemed even bigger.
I felt myself cumming and bit my lip to stop it. Slowly I rolled over. My pussy was so wet that cum dripped off and fell into my face and mouth as I bent myself in half.
Using my arms for leverage, I rolled all the way over and started to stand like I had previously. My legs just couldn't do it. My feet simply slid outwards and I collapsed hard into a split.
Pain and ecstasy erupted. Both dildos were pushed into my wide open ass and pussy further than they were intended. I felt my hymen tear away as the one in my pussy invaded my womb even further. Blood mixed with cum leaked out of me.
But my clit had also hit and, sensitive as it was, it insisted on overriding all pain and replacing it with one more mind shattering orgasm.
I rolled forward onto my tits as I humped my hand, rubbing my clit vigorously and gasping for breath.
Finally I came down off of the mountain. I knew I was finished for the time being.
Carefully I stood up.
Turning around, I stepped across to the straddle tubes and bent over to push the button. Trickles of blood ran down my thighs from my torn hymen.
I walked, right, left, right, left, right, left back down the catwalk.
The audience was completely silent.
As I stepped off of the last tube I collapsed into Simon's arms. I vaguely heard the audience explode in applause as he carried me behind the curtain.
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