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   Mandy fulfills one of her greatest fantasies.

   Mandy felt ashamed of herself.

   It was a strange feeling, given everything that had transpired over the
past few months of her life.  However, there was a comfort in knowing she
could still feel shame after all she had done.  It meant there were still
lines that she knew she should not cross.

   Unfortunately, tonight she had now crossed that line without so much as
a moment's hesitation.  A younger version of herself would hardly recognize
the woman that she had become.

   Barely able to stand, she wobbled on unsteady legs as she carefully
stepped into her skirt.  She paused for a second, wondering where her
underwear had gone.  She soon remembered that they were several rooms away,
on the floor of her neighbor's washroom.

   "Leaving already?"

   Mandy felt dazed by the question, almost forgetting for a second that
she was not alone.  The words were coming from Paul, who was just returning
to the kitchen.

   Mom's coworker, she thought.  She could still feel his cum on her face
and in her hair.

   He placed her cellphone on the kitchen table--the same table that she
had just been fucked on.  Even in her drunken state of mind, she felt
another wave of shame.

   He just copied my entire picture gallery...

   She had not seen him do it, but she knew.  All of her private photos--a
collection of nude and embarrassing poses, of both herself and her best
friend Sarah--now belonged to this older man that was friends with her
parents.  And that also meant the pictures would soon belong to everyone
else in the room.

   Five sets of eyes were fixated on her every move.  Five older men
watched her struggle to pull her skirt back up over her hips.  Her large
C-cup breasts were still exposed, and she could feel her pink nipples
hardening again under all of this unwanted attention.  These five men that
she had known since she was a child were gawking at her without a hint of
tact or subtlety.

   And why should they be subtle?  she thought.  They learned firsthand
what kind of girl I am.

   She could still feel their seed inside of her every hole, marking her
forever as their property.  The feeling was degrading and euphoric.

   Mandy felt like she was having an out of body experience.  She was at
her neighbor's house, but her mind was a million miles away.  The situation
was so ridiculous that it must certainly be a dream...

   But the dream did not end, and the men continued to watch her fumble at
finding the opening of her yellow tank top.  She suddenly remembered that
Paul had asked her a question.

   "Yeah..." she replied meekly.  The top continued to allude her as she
stood awkwardly in nothing but a wrinkled skirt and a pair of socks.  Her
perky breasts heaved with each deep breath, hanging bare for everyone to
see.  She could feel semen running down her inner thigh.  "I should go home
and get another shower."

   Paul stepped closer to her.  "Just stay a bit longer," he assured,
putting an arm around her shoulder.  Mandy stopped fidgeting with the
shirt, deciding it was beyond her inebriated and flustered capabilities. 
"Arthur's got a perfectly good shower here, don't you Art?"

   As his arm guided her, Mandy felt herself float from the kitchen towards
the stairs.  The top slipped from her fingers as she ascended, followed
closely by the other men.  She barely noticed or cared as the blue skirt
was slipped back down over her hips and dropped near the top of the
stairwell.

   She felt like a whore and a goddess, both at the same time.  These older
men had used her like an object, and they were not done with her yet.

   "...Maybe just a little longer." The words came from her lips, but they
did not feel like her own.  Her mind was exhausted, but her body evidently
wanted more.  More stimulation, more adrenaline, and more endorphins.

   In her 1st year Psychology course, Mandy had learned about researchers
that trained dogs to positively respond to the sound of a bell.  The dogs
would salivate instinctively at the sound, anticipating a treat and the
pleasure of eating it.

   She wondered if her own body had become similarly trained to a different
stimulus--sexual attention, objectification, or perhaps even degradation.
As her older neighbor firmly grabbed her round ass cheek, another release
of dopamine coursed through her brain.  As her former principal called her
a slut, she could feel her body salivate in a very different way.  As she
stepped into the hot shower and her former gym teacher told her to strike a
pose for the camera, she knew she was ready for round two.

   Mandy lost track of time.  She remembered the warmth of the shower, the
attention her body received, and the cold air when the water was turned
off. She remembered being guided to the bed and how eagerly she fell to it.
Her wet hair dripped profusely and left a trail of water across the floor
and the bedsheets.  The rest of the night was a blur as her holes were
filled, loads were emptied inside of her, and humiliating pictures were
taken.

   Her mind was a mess of overstimulation and lost inhibition.  She begged
them for more, and they took turns obliging her desperate pleas.  Her body
writhed until she could feel herself being held down and pinned to the bed,
unable to move.  Her mouth was full, her pussy was full, and a single
finger was deep inside of her asshole, demonstrating that no part of her
body was off limits.  She could no longer speak, nor could she remember how
to form words.

   The men did more than fuck her, they dominated her.  If her experience
in the kitchen had been a test of her boundaries, she had failed miserably
and was now willingly bound to the consequences.  She lost track of the
myriad of combinations with which the men bent her, twisted her, and
otherwise pleasured themselves with her.

   If she had been more coherent, Mandy would have been surprised and
impressed by their stamina.  However, for now she was more concerned about
whether her own body could withstand the ordeal.

   She was on her back, crying obscenities without a care in the world. 
This was no dormitory, and it was highly unlikely that anyone would hear
her aside from these five men.  Her image as a respectable woman was
already tarnished in their eyes.  She was damaged goods, and no amount of
cursing and whimpering in pleasure could worsen whatever they must already
think of her.

   She vaguely recalled being spanked by her former gym teacher.  She could
barely remember which of the men had grabbed her by the temples and
aggressively fucked her face.  She lost track of the slutty things they
instructed her to say to the camera.  As the night came to an end, Mandy
could not even remember which was the last man to cum inside of her.

   The men were gone and soon only she and Arthur remained.  Without the
other guys, he quickly reverted to the same old neighbor she had always
known.  He graciously helped her get dressed, even helping to locate the
thong she left in the downstairs washroom.  He helped walk her down the
stairs when her own legs felt unsteady.

   And as she stepped back out into the cold night air, she heard the loud
click as he locked the door behind her.  Alone, Mandy looked at her phone.
3:36am?  Fuck...

   Fortunately, the alcohol was finally starting to wear off enough that
she could quietly sneak back into her house.  Her mother was almost
certainly home by now, but based on the darkness in the house, she must
have gone to bed.  Mandy hoped that her mother had not noticed her missing.

   She let out a sigh of relief as she stealthily reached the top of the
stairs and found her bedroom door closed.  If she had left it open, then
her mother certainly would have noticed her missing.  Slipping inside,
Mandy quickly undressed and examined herself in the mirror.

   Her body was still tender from her night as entertainment for Arthur and
his friends.  Her nipples were swollen from the hours of constant attention
they had received.  White streaks painted areas of her body where semen had
dried to her skin.

   She desperately wanted to take a third shower of the night, but that
would risk waking her mother.

   There's no way that a 4am shower isn't going to invite a whole lot of
questions and suspicion.

   Instead of a shower, she went to the washroom and wetted a cloth.  She
wiped as many of the streaks as she could find, shuddering at the thought
of how many men's semen was now soaked into this single cloth.  She tried
to wash her hair in the sink as best as she could.

   Putting on a clean pair of panties and nothing else, Mandy was already
asleep by the time her head touched the pillow.

   Fortunately, she did not need a cover story the next day.  It was a
stroke of luck, because she had forgotten to think of one.  In fact, her
mother seemed pretty hungover as well.  Mandy had seen her mother drunk and
hungover before, but it was not a common sight.

   But I've been away from home for a while and mom's single now, she
thought.  Mandy understood better than most people how a person can change
in a relatively short time.  Good for her if she's going out and having
some fun with her friends.

   And as an added bonus, it made it easier for Mandy to hide her own rough
shape.  She did not want her mother to notice her massive hangover or how
she struggled to climb up the stairs.  She did not want her mother to hear
her groan each time she bent over or physically exerted herself.

   She finally bit the bullet and decided to take acetaminophen, along with
all of the memories it stirred from the dorm.  It helped, but her body was
still sore for the next few days.

   Mandy avoided spending any time outside of the house so that she did not
have to see her neighbor.  She was certain now that her life would never go
back to normal, and she was not certain what her new benchmark for 'normal'
would even be.

   Best case scenario, I get my shit sorted out and never do anything like
that again...

   But even that would not be normal.  Arthur had fucked her.  Mr. 
Richards and Mr.  Mathews had fucked her.  Her mother's coworkers, Ian and
Paul, had fucked her.  All of them had witnessed her at her most
vulnerable, naked, drooling, and begging for every one of her holes to be
filled again and again.  How could she ever sit in her backyard again,
knowing Arthur might see her?  What if she ran into one of them in town? 
What if her mother invited her coworkers over for a barbeque?

   Would they tell anyone?  Would her parents find out?  Could her mother
lose her job?

   Worst case scenario, they are going to fuck me again because they now I
would let them do it.

   It did not take long for Mandy to start looking for other sexual outlets
to relieve some of the pressure that was constantly building inside of her.

   Almost a full week after her gangbang, she decided to borrow her
mother's car and go shopping for summer clothes and some new underwear. 
While there were a few shops in her hometown, she found their selection
frustratingly limited.  She preferred to make the two-hour drive to a
larger city that had more malls and more options.

   It happened innocently and rather uneventfully at first.  She was in a
changing room, topless from the waist up when she heard footsteps and a
noise as someone tried to open her changing room door.  Her arms shot to
her chest as the doorknob rattled.

   The door was locked and did not open.  The footsteps receded as the
stranger realized that the room was occupied and apparently moved on to
another one.

   Mandy's heart raced.  Nothing had happened, but in that split second she
had expected a different outcome.  In that moment, she did not recall if
the door was locked.  For the blink of an eye, she thought that it would
open and her topless body would be exposed.  She did not even know if it
had been a man or a woman--although a woman would be more likely, given
that the store predominantly sold women's clothing.

   Who knows, she thought.  It might be fun and less threatening if a woman
were to see me.  Mandy had only ever had one lesbian encounter, and it had
been a very public one.  Technically, she could probably count her
photoshoot with Sarah as a second lesbian experiment.

   Mandy still did not know whether to consider herself bisexual.  Almost
every one of her sexual encounters were with men, and most of her depraved
fantasies seemed to include men.  However, she still felt butterflies each
time she thought about being intimate with another woman.

   In her changing room, her heart was still pounding from the thrill of
her near-exposure.  Thirty minutes later, in another store, in another
changing room, the next time was no accident.

   The door swung open and Mandy froze, topless in a pair denim cut-off
booty shorts.  She quickly turned to find another woman staring back at
her. The woman was probably around thirty years-old.  She was shorter than
Mandy and somewhat thicker, but had cute facial features.  She wore
thick-framed glasses and had several tattoos on her arms.  Overall, she had
a pop-geek vibe that Mandy found alluring.

   The girl's eyes widened in shock as she accidentally stumbled into this
changing room with a topless stranger.  They were so close that the girl
could reach out and touch Mandy if she wanted to.  She looked Mandy in the
eyes before looking downwards.  Her gaze paused on Mandy's exposed tits,
moved down to examine the rest of her body, then came back up to her chest.
It all happened so quickly, but Mandy savored every moment of it.

   Mandy's mind flooded with all of the possibilities, wondering what this
stranger's mouth would feel like wrapped around her nipple.  She imagined
pinning this dark haired woman to the wall and kissing her deeply and
passionately.  She imagined leaving the door wide open letting the entire
world see what might come next.

   "Oh my god, fuck, sorry!" The girl seemed panicked and unsure what to
do. She was clearly more embarrassed by the whole situation than Mandy was.
After another quick glance at Mandy's topless body, the door was closed and
she was gone.

   Mandy had been in that dressing room for almost fifteen minutes,
standing impatiently in nothing but those denim shorts.  She had left the
door unlocked, but she was starting to think that no one would come.  She
had hesitated and nearly chickened out.  However, she was far from her
friends and family or anyone else that might recognize her, and this seemed
like a golden opportunity to take full advantage of that.  It came as a
genuine surprise and shock when the door had finally opened.

   Desperate for more, she recreated the same scenario in another clothing
store, this time stripping down to her white lace panties.

   Almost ten minutes passed and Mandy listened for every passing footstep.
Her breathing stopped when she heard steps approaching and stopping outside
of the thin wooden door.  She stared at her reflection in the mirror,
pretending to reach for an article of clothing on a hook.  Her stance was
intentional, giving a full view to anyone who might happen to look inside.

   A light knock startled her.

   Fuck, she thought.

   A second heavier knock immediately followed.

   Damnit.

   "Yeah?" she asked, trying to hide the mixture of disappointment and
anger in her voice.  She immediately regretted saying anything.  In the
moment, she feared that her game would be too obvious if she ignored the
knocking.  In retrospect, she wished that she had done it anyway.

   "Oh sorry" she heard a muffled female voice say through the door. 
"Thought it was empty." The footsteps moved down the hall and Mandy heard
another changing room door close next to hers.

   Frustrated, she changed back into her clothes and left the mall with a
couple of new tops and a new thong.

   Alone in her mom's car, Mandy drove around town.  She still had not
gotten everything she came for, and she refused to start the long drive
home just yet.

   She replayed the events from the mall in her mind as she visited other
stores--the thrill of waiting to be discovered, the intoxicating rush of
being seen, and the frustration of her scenario being so reliant on chance.

   I wish that door wasn't such an obstacle and there was an easier way...

   The solution was so obvious that she felt a little embarrassed by how
long it took her to think of it.  Several minutes later, she pulled into
the parking lot of a small plaza that contained several smaller stores.  At
the very end of the building was a large red sign marked Twice Removed:
Used & Vintage Apparel.

   Reaching under her shirt, Mandy unclasped her bra.  Awkwardly, she
pulled her arms free from each strap and pulled it out from under her top.
Her large breasts pushed against her thin t-shirt, swaying conspicuously as
she tossed the bra into the passenger seat.  Her nipples protruded ever so
subtly against the material.  It would be immediately obvious to anyone
that she was braless.

   She then reached under her skirt and slipped off her white panties,
again tossing them onto the adjacent seat.  Just stepping out of the car
felt like an act of bravery, bolstered by adrenaline.

   Twice Removed was considered a hidden gem among college and university
students.  Mandy had shopped there several times before and had bought one
of her favorite pairs of jeans there.  The store was small and densely
packed with so many racks of clothing that it was difficult for two people
to pass without brushing against each other.  Each rack was haphazardly
filled with a variety of clothing items, loosely categorized by size and
style, but with no signs to help guide customers.  The chaos was almost
part of the allure, and what began as disorganization slowly became the
store's gimmick over years.

   Two people roamed the store, one man and one woman.  The woman looked
like she was Mandy's age and the man looked five-to-ten years older. 
Sitting behind the counter was another young woman reading a book.  She
looked mostly uninterested in the customers and barely gave Mandy as much
as a glance when the bell on the door rung as she stepped inside.

   Nobody seemed to give her much notice until the man spotted her large
breasts pressing again her top, trying to escape.  He did a double take and
gave a polite smile as she passed.

   Equally importantly, at least for Mandy, was the changing area.  Much
like the store itself, the changing rooms in Twice Removed were bare-boned.
Tucked away in the far corner were two small changing stalls with tall red
curtains hanging from an aluminum rod above.  While they were mostly
obscured, they did open directly in front of several more racks of
clothing.

   So many more options than those doors at the mall, she thought
excitedly.

   It was the sort of poorly designed layout with lax privacy that could
never work in a larger store or at the mall.  However, this little vintage
shop was small enough to get away with it and save on renovation costs.

   She had a plan in mind and quickly browsed the racks of clothing.  She
did not need anything in particular, but grabbed some skirts and a variety
of tops.  With a large collection of items in her arms, she hurried to the
nearest changing room.

   On her way she noticed the female customer leaving the store, leaving
just the single male customer browsing the nearby aisles.

   Her head was abuzz as she closed the curtain most of the way, leaving a
small gap of almost two inches at the end.  She wanted desperately to slide
the curtain open just a little more, but feared it would undermine her
entire plan.

   If I open it too much then it's a lot harder to pretend that it was an
accident.

   The changing room was small and cramped, with barely enough space to
bend over without bumping her head against the full length-mirror in front
of her.  It was just as wide, and if she raised her arms then each of her
elbows would bump the opposing walls at her sides.  Aside from the mirror,
the only other feature of the room was a row of hooks on each of the two
side walls.

   The tiny space was also brightly lit, with a small lightbulb above her
that illuminated her every detail in the mirror but made everything outside
of the changing room seem darker by comparison.  Through the mirror's
reflection, the gap in the curtain revealed a shroud of darkness.  If she
stared, she could barely make out the racks of clothing immediately outside
of her little bubble of privacy.

   Mandy smiled.

   She quickly hung up the clothing, clumsily and loudly slamming the
plastic hangers onto the metal hooks.  She hoped that the noise would help
to announce her presence and her imminent undressing.  Even more, she hoped
that someone would respond to the announcement.

   She took her time performing this act while she picked her first item to
try on.  Settling on a bland green top that she had no real intention of
buying, she decided it was now or never.  Grabbing the bottom of her top,
she pulled it up, spilling out her large braless breasts.

   In the mirror, she watched herself undress.  Standing in only her skirt,
she admired herself.  She could not really tell if anyone had taken a
position outside of the changing room without staring at the gap in the
curtain and giving away what she was really here for.

   So instead she carried on with her performance, grabbing the green top
and pulling it over her head.

   It looked just as bland as she had expected but she continued with the
act, examining her image in the mirror.  Stalling for time and attempting
to spice up her plan, Mandy pulled her phone from her pocket.  Turning on
the camera, she pointed at her reflection and posed for several photos.

   Looking at them on her screen, she focused instead on the curtain and
the small gap beside it.

   Nobody there, she thought.

   Removing the top, she browsed through the remaining articles of clothing
without a concern for her exposure.  Finding a slightly nicer brown tank
top, Mandy tried it on.  To her surprise, it fit quite well and actually
looked pretty good on her.

   Maybe I will end up buying some of these after all.

   Again, she took out her phone and snapped several photos.  Again, she
found no audience.

   As she put on the third top, Mandy was starting to wonder if this plan
was going to fail.  However, as she examined her screen to examine the
third set of photos, another smile crept across her lips.

   Hello there, she thought, staring at the image of the man now browsing
the clothing just outside of her changing room.  It's show time.

   It was all muscle memory, just like it had been in the dormitory in
front of the open window, and just like it had been in her own bedroom with
Arthur and his friends watching.  Mandy turned to fully face the mirror and
peeled off her shirt, careful to strike a balance in her performance
between sexy and oblivious.  Again, her large breasts spilled free for the
pleasure of anyone who might be watching.

   She snapped several more topless photos of herself, wishing desperately
to postpone getting dressed.  She loved how these topless selfies made her
look like just another narcissistic young slut.  She hoped that this act of
improvisation helped to sell her act to this stranger.

   Mandy gave a sultry look to the camera and even flashed a peace sign for
one topless photo.  She wanted to look confident.  She wanted to look fun.
She wanted to look like some stupid girl taking topless pictures for a
partner or someone special, ignorant to who else might be watching.

   On the screen, the man looked closer than he had been before.  His body
was oriented towards the racks of clothing in front of him, giving the
impression that his attention was elsewhere.  However, his eyes were
unmistakably staring back at her from the phone.

   Knowing that she was being watched, she felt a surge of numbing
butterflies in her stomach.  The feeling never got old or lost its allure
no matter how many times she experienced it.  Mandy wondered if this was
the pleasant burst of dopamine that addicts experience, as she had learned
about in her psychology courses.

   Does that mean I'm physiologically addicted to self-exposure?  It was a
rhetorical question, but she feared the answer nonetheless.

   She struggled with the next shirt, taking several extra seconds to find
the opening.  How it looked on her body barely registered in her mind, but
she continued going through the motions of looking at herself in the
mirror. She was now halfway through the assortment of clothing she had
brought into the changing room.  Every new outfit felt like an obstacle
between her and her true intention--undressing over and over again.

   It was time to raise the stakes.

   Mandy pulled off her top and hung it on the nearby hook.  Again, she
examined herself in the mirror.  Grabbing the elastic waistband of her
skirt, she pushed it downward.  The material tightened around her body as
it stretched over her firm round ass and down her hips, then loosened as it
reached her knees and dropped to the floor.

   Naked, save for her sandals, she took her time stepping from the pile of
material and hanging it with her own personal belongings.  She felt
wonderfully naughty, completely exposed and brightly illuminated in this
tiny changing room.

   Grabbing her phone, she took several more selfies, similar to the ones
before but now much more revealing.  She could not resist taking a couple
of more seductive photos, grabbing her own breast and running the palm of
her hand over her hairless vulva.

   Unsurprisingly, her voyeur was still present in every photo, watching
her every move.

   She grabbed another tank top and skirt and slowly put them on.  In the
time it took to get dressed, she heard the bell ring on the shop's door. 
Several loud and distinctly male voices entered.

   When it came time to take a picture of this newest outfit, she found the
gap in the curtain empty.

   I guess he was scared of being caught, she assumed disappointedly.

   She squinted in the mirror to confirm that her observer was indeed gone.
Feeling brave, she turned and casually looked out from her changing room.
Seeing nobody there, she pushed her face closer to the opening in the
curtain, allowing her to see more of the store.

   The man who had been watching her had quickly retreated to the far side
of the shop, closer to the front counter.  Four younger men had entered,
looking around Mandy's age.  They shouted and swore, apparently deciding
that everyone in the store wanted to hear their conversation.

   "I don't fucking care what you say," one said with a glee in his voice.
"You'd 've been down there in a second if she texted you."

   "Fuck off man," another responded defensively with a laugh.  "No way."

   "Okay sure, you tell yourself that.  Even Wen knows that's bullshit but
whatever."

   They laughed and carried on, seemingly more interested in their
conversation than the clothes on the racks.  Mandy knew their type and she
was not a fan.

   A bunch of insecure bros that think they're alpha males, Mandy thought
to herself.  Fucking losers.

   Even so, she turned back towards the mirror and felt compelled to carry
on as if nothing had changed.  She picked up a hanger and loudly dropped it
on a hook, hoping to re-assert her presence.  Part of her felt annoyed,
like an actor that had been interrupted in the middle of a performance and
now had to start the entire scene over again.

   She looked at the clothing in front of her, realizing she was almost
done with only one shirt and a short-skirt left to try on.

   Or I could try on some of those other tops again with this skirt.  That
brown one was actually kind of nice...

   In a flash, her top was gone and her large breasts were once again
exposed.  She took her time, hearing movement throughout the store but
unsure where everyone was situated.

   Then it happened.

   "Oh shit." The voice was so low that she almost did not hear it. 
"Guys..."

   Silence followed, but Mandy knew exactly what was happening without
needing to see it.  She continued her act of getting dressed, reaching up
to pull her head through the tank top and pulling it down into place.

   The next selfie sent a shiver down her spine.  In the narrow gap of the
curtain, the four men were closely packed together.  They were all trying
to line themselves up with the best vantage point.  All eyes were glued to
her and they were making no effort to hide it like the previous man had
done.

   For a moment, she wondered what he was now doing in the store, seeing
that his jackpot discovery had been lost to some undeserving young tools.
For that matter, she wondered if the cashier would look up and take notice
of what was happening in the far corner of the store.

   Choosing not to think about it, Mandy took off the top and the skirt,
smiling at her nude body in the mirror.

   She reached up and took another selfie with one hand while running the
fingers of her other hand through her hair.

   A goddess.

   She ran her fingers down her neck, over her breast, and over her toned
stomach.  She reached down further and played with her outer labia for just
a moment, teasing herself just as much as her audience.  With two fingers,
she spread her glistening lips open ever so slightly, snapping another
picture in the process.

   A slut.

   She turned her body in the narrow changing room, pushing her ass
seductively towards the mirror while looking over her shoulder at her own
reflection.  She took another picture as she blew a kiss.

   An object...  a toy for the pleasure of others.

   Deciding that this was going too far, she grabbed the last items of
clothing and put them on.  They barely fit her and looked very
unflattering. Even so, she grabbed her phone decided to take another
picture.

   She froze.

   Mandy stared at the image on her screen.  In the opening she had left
for her voyeurs, several of the guys were now holding their cellphones,
apparently photographing or recording her.

   It would be stupid of me to be surprised....  Of course they are going
to record me if I'm giving this kind of show in public.  Still, it felt
like a betrayal by these complete strangers.  She knew it was time to call
it a day and leave, but she still needed to change back into her own
clothes.

   Resigned to the fate she had set for herself, she undressed one last
time knowing that the entire act was being recorded on four separate
phones. Bending over to pick up her skirt from the floor her bare ass
brushed against the curtain, pushing it ever so slightly aside and widening
the view of her backside.

   She knew that she needed to stop this.  She needed to get dressed
quickly and leave.

   Still bent over at the waist, Mandy suddenly no longer felt the curtain
against her back.  In the mirror, she saw that one of the boys had pulled
it aside entirely.  She saw the reflection of a phone pointed directly at
the swollen lips of her bare womanhood.  Her legs were spread ever so
slightly and the camera was less than two feet from her most private
openings.  Doubtless, her asshole and pussy were fully on display,
ingrained in these men's minds and immortalized on this one stranger's
camera.

   "Best outfit you got right there," one of the young men said.

   Mandy's face turned a bright shade of red.

   Her body tensed and a shiver bolted up her spine as a single finger
touched her labia, gently tracing a straight line upwards.  It pressed
slightly between her lips, over her perineum, and brushed over her asshole
as it slipped between her ass cheeks that instinctively clenched around it.

   There's no way he didn't feel how wet I am.

   Mandy was still frozen, bent at the waist.  Even in her most extreme
predictions, she had not anticipated these young men being so brazen.  She
hated them for it even as she admired their bravery.

   As she stood upright, she half-expected for the young man to hold her
down in her rightful place.  She hid her disappointment when he did not.

   She quickly tried to weigh her options.

   She could scream.  Had the young woman at the counter not seen any of
this happen?  The changing rooms were turned away from the counter so it
was unlikely that this woman had seen much, even if she had noticed these
young men hanging out around the area.  Where was the other man that had
watched her earlier?  Was he still watching from afar?  Was he about to
intervene or was he just jealous that he had not done the same thing
sooner? Surely, somebody would have to respond if she made a scene.  It was
the obvious choice, but she looked for alternatives.

   She could let these guys fuck her right where she stood.  The only
obvious upside to this choice was that she yearned for it with every inch
of her young supple body--a body that yearned to be bred like the slut that
she knew she had become.  However, she was not a complete idiot and she
immediately threw that option in the category of wishful thinking.  Even
the oblivious girl behind the counter would take notice and call the
police.

   Mandy looked for an answer between the two extremes, but her mind failed
her as she turned and looked at her audience head-on.

   Her silence spoke for her.  If her dressing room performance had left
any ambiguity about her intentions, the guys now knew for certain that she
was complicit in everything that had happened and anything else that might
happen.  She was an exhibitionist that wanted her body, her perky breasts
and her fertile pussy, to be seen.

   "I knew there was no way you were doing that by accident," the same man
spoke, looking at his glistening finger that had just teased her most
intimate openings.  His camera was in his other hand, still pointed at her.

   "I..." She had trouble forming words.  She was not afraid but her
thoughts felt incorporeal, melted away like ice in boiling water.  It was
embarrassing that she could still be so easily to catch off guard after all
of these months.  It had just recently happened in Arthur's kitchen when
those older men had dared to lift her skirt, to finger her, and to
immediately learn her true nature and worth.

   And now it was already happening again.

   She tried again.  "I...  I don't know what you're talking about."

   "Oh fuck off," he said with a laugh.  It was not anger, but rather
amusement.  He had learned the truth about her and he was not going to let
her deny it for even a second.  "Don't mind us though, just keep doing what
you were doing." He pulled the curtain open the rest of the way.  "Just
leave it."

   As they recorded her silent stare, she wondered if she was maybe in a
strange dream, half nightmare and half fantasy-come-to-life.  She was
waiting for their next move, delighted to give herself to them however they
saw fit.

   But they did not act.

   Mandy grabbed her skirt and nearly tripped as she stepped into it.

   "Of course she wouldn't have any panties," one of the other guys said.
"Wouldn't wanna cover up that cunt when all you really wanna do is show it
off."

   It was insulting, even if it was true.  They watched her dress,
occasionally commenting on her body and her apparent willingness to show
it.

   "Look at me and show us those nice titties one more time, girl."

   "My name's not 'girl'..." She said meekly.  It might have been an act of
defiance if she was not otherwise doing exactly as she was told.  As she
spoke she looked directly at the phone and the young man holding it,
cupping her breasts in each hand.

   That drew a smile from the closest boy.  "Okay cunt, what's your name?"

   His new nickname sent a quiver through her.  "Mandy."

   "Mandy what?"

   "Donovan."

   "Is that your real name?  Sounds fake."

   Why am I answering these creeps at all?

   She nodded, wishing she had given a fake name or no name at all.  Even
for Mandy, this felt impulsive and compromising.  She was operating on
automatic, a passenger in her own body.

   "Okay Mandy, I'll send you a friend request later.  For now, might as
well keep giving us a show like you were before."

   "I have to go." The wheels were still spinning in her mind as she
grabbed her top.  Whatever was about to happen next, she knew she needed to
leave this store.

   "You sure?  How about we go somewhere else and see if you know how to
use that body?  That's what you wanted, right?"

   "No..." Her voice wavered.  How could she expect for these men to
believe her if she did not even believe herself?  They continued to watch
her put on her last piece of clothing.  "I'm leaving."

   It was not a scream.  It was not a cry for help.  It was a
matter-of-fact statement, as casual as asking the time.  It completely
ignored the ridiculousness of the situation.  It ignored how the only thing
between these young men and her complete submission to their bodily desires
were two witnesses in a very public setting.

   Mandy considered grabbing the brown top she had grown surprisingly fond
of, but decided it was not worth staying longer in the store to pay.  The
longer she stayed in this store, the more time she had to abandon her
senses and let these guys take her home.  She left the items on the hook
and stepped out into the more visible aisles of the store.

   She immediately found the older guy that had previously spied on her. 
He had apparently lingered close enough to witness the whole exchange, even
if he had not been able to see her himself.  They locked eyes for a moment
as Mandy passed him.

   The cashier looked up from her book, seeing Mandy for the first time. 
"Hey," she said flatly.  Her blonde hair was pulled back in a loose
ponytail and she looked tall, although it was hard to tell while she was
seated.  Mandy thought she was beautiful, but she knew that her own brain
was currently primed for sex and she could not necessarily trust her
judgement.  She felt flushed as she quickly imagined all of the things she
would do with this stranger right now if given the chance.  The woman
looked at her and then at the guys behind her.  "Were they bugging you back
there?"

   Nope, they just watched me strip completely fucking nude, almost
fingered my asshole, got the whole thing recorded from multiple angles, and
I gave them my fucking name.

   "No," she said instead.  "I know them.  We were just chatting."

   Or it might be more accurate to say "they know me" instead.  After
everything that just happened, those guys knew a lot about her.

   As if on cue, one of the guys spoke.  "Later, Mandy."

   Mandy looked back at the girl and forced a smile as she walked past her.

   She left the store and walked back to the car, expecting the young men
to immediately appear behind her.  She waited for them to follow her,
intercepting her before she got to the car and offering a more alluring
alternative to going home alone.  She wondered how she might respond to
such an offer.  She wondered how they might react if she turned down their
offer, and she fantasized about how she wanted them to react.

   However, they did not follow.  Mandy waited another minute inside the
car before leaving in shame.  Even after all that she had done, she was
apparently no longer worth their time.

   Two hours later, she pulled into the driveway and went to her room
feeling sullen and ashamed.  By dinner time, it was like nothing had
happened as Mandy chatted with her mother at the table.  A pair of friend
requests awaited her when she returned to her room and checked her phone.
She ignored them, even as she took small comfort in knowing that she was at
least worth such a minimal effort on their part.

   Days later, Mandy was walking through the kitchen, bored.  It was
pouring rain outside and she had the house to herself while her mother was
at work.  She was cleaning up and texting back and forth with Sarah. 
Occasionally, she looked out the window toward Arthur's house as she often
did, thinking about how his cock had felt inside of her.  She thought about
how easy it would be to go back over there just one more time and swear to
herself it would be the last time.

   "We still getting together tonight??" Sarah messaged her.  "Feels like I
haven't seen you in forever."

   It was true.  The two girls used to chat all day and every day.  They
used to practically live at each other's houses.  Now it felt like they
exchanged a few messages every couple of days, and Mandy had not seen her
best friend in over a week.

   Sarah was still a little mad at the unceremonious way that Eric had
ghosted her since the end of the school year.  While she had been bitter
for the first several weeks, she was finally starting to come back out of
her shell.

   Sarah had never been prude.  Up until very recently, she had almost
certainly been the wilder of the two friends.  However, she was still
ashamed of the way she had given herself completely to Eric so easily and
so quickly.  She had given him a souvenir of erotic photos before they were
even officially a couple, and she had even let him talk her into a
threesome with his roommate.  Now, he no longer responded to her messages
and Mandy tried to forget that Sarah had trusted him with some erotic
photos of the two girls together...

   Mandy typed on her phone.  "Yeah mom needs the car til 7ish but good
after that."

   Grabbing a broom, she moved the kitchen table and continued what she had
been doing.  She intended to help her mom around the house, even if that
help was more well-intentioned than practical.  The laundry was piling up,
the shower needed a scrubbing, and the lawn was long-overdue for mowing. 
But Mandy preferred the more modest challenges of putting a few dishes from
the dishwater and tidying around the kitchen.

   Pulling the chair back, Mandy found a small piece of paper on the floor.
Or, as she quickly discovered, it was a business card.  Bending over, she
picked it up and turned it over.

   "Golden Hour Photography," it read.

   Must be mom's, she decided as she kept reading.

   "Specializing in events and private photoshoots: Weddings.  Parties. 
Office events.  Modeling portfolios.  Romantic gifts.  Graduation photos.
Boudoir sessions."

   Her mother was employed at a marketing firm that worked with lots of
local businesses.  She often brought home documents and other items from
work.  This one looked like dozens of other business cards that Mandy had
seen before, except for the last item which grabbed her attention.

   Boudoir sessions.

   Mandy had always loved the concept of boudoir, even before her
transformation into a fully-fledged exhibitionist.  It took one of her
favorite hobbies--photography--and turned it into something intimate.  It
was taboo, it was bold, and it demonstrated complete confidence in the
model's beauty and sexuality.  Even more than that, it was a statement of
trust for a model, especially a young woman, to allow a photographer to
capture her at her most vulnerable.

   Even the word boudoir evoked so many different responses.  It could be a
naughty gift for a partner, or it could be a private experience for the
model alone.  It could be both empowering and also objectifying.  It could
be tasteful and dignified, or it could blur the line between artistic and
pornographic.  It could mean whatever a subject and the viewer wanted it to
mean.

   She had only come to appreciate it more after discovering how much she
loved for her own body to be seen.  After the amateur photoshoot with Sarah
in the dorm room--which she did not consider boudoir, but
boudoir-esque--she had fantasized about it even more.

   It was naughty to consider paying someone to do something they would
gladly do for free: photographing her body in revealing lingerie and
perhaps even less.

   She quickly searched for the business online and found a simple website,
in addition to several positive reviews.  The studio was owned by a Noah
Clark, a name Mandy did not recognize.

   The website showcased a wide range of photography, categorized by style.
The Boudoir tab brought up almost two dozen photographs, some in color and
some in black and white.  Some of the women wore relatively conservative
underwear that showed off their figure and little more.  Some wore more
revealing lingerie that gave a less subtle impression of what hid beneath.
Some women were nude and obscured by shadows and poses that naturally
blocked the most private parts of their bodies.  And some photos hid
nothing, showing fully nude woman sprawled on the bed for the world to see.

   The photos were all well-lit and well-composed, and even the most
provocative photos were tastefully done.  Mandy spent several minutes
admiring the photographer's work and the boudoir models themselves.  One
had a full sleeve of tattoos along her arms and another had tattoos all
over her body.  One model had several facial piercings that were barely
noticeable next to her exposed and prominently displayed breasts.

   Mandy stared at her for several seconds before realizing that she was no
longer just admiring the photographic composition.

   It was yet another reminder that Mandy's interest in women was more than
a one-time curiosity.  Where it would go, she was not sure.  But so far her
bisexual fascination and lustful fantasies seemed to be growing.

   If her lesbian experimentation with Kelly had been meant to get the
curiosity out of her system, then it had had the opposite effect.  Mandy
still thought fondly about that night, completely exposed in the common
room of the neighboring dormitory.  She still thought about her many
fantasies involving Kelly and Megan.  She still thought about Sarah, naked
and in front of her own camera.

   She started typing another message to Sarah.  "I'm totally thinking of
doing a boudoir photoshoot.  You inspired me lol."

   "Really???  That sounds like a lot of fun.  Where?"

   "I just found a photographer in town that does it.  Haven't called yet."

   "You should!  Definitely research the place first tho lol."

   "Yeah I did.  Looks legit and they're working with mom's office so
probably not tooooo sketchy haha." Mandy paused a moment, hesitating.  "You
should come with me.  Def better to have someone else if things get weird."
She felt like she was holding her breath for an eternity, waiting for a
response.

   "Yea of course np.  Just tell me where and when.  I'll bring popcorn and
watch you strip bitch."

   Mandy laughed.  With Sarah onboard, she decided to take the plunge and
called the number on the card.  After a few rings, a male voice answered.

   "Golden Hour, Noah speaking."

   "Hi...  I'm...  well, I was just wondering how it would work to book a
photoshoot if I wanted one.  And how much it would cost."

   "Yeah of course, happy to help." His voice sounded friendly, but Mandy
had trouble guessing his age.  "So I guess it depends on what kind of
photoshoot you're looking for, where, and for how long.  The company is
relatively new, but I've been doing this for eight years.  I can book
anywhere from a few days to a couple weeks in advance, depending on what
we're doing.  Lots of stuff can factor in there, especially if it's
outdoors.  I got a pretty decent studio here.  Looking for grad photos or
something like that?"

   "No," she hesitated again.  "I was actually kinda wondering about maybe
a boudoir shoot.  Not really sure yet."

   "Sure, I've done a few of those lately.  They always peak around
Valentine's Day and then pick up again in the summer.  They usually run
one-to-two hours, depending what you have in mind.  Ever done any boudoir?"

   For a moment, she wondered if any of her recent photography could be
classified as boudoir.  No, probably not.

   "No," she answered, "but I always wanted to try it.  Sounds really fun."

   "Yeah, from my experience I've never met a woman who regretted it or
didn't come out feeling good about themselves.  They're definitely really
fun for first timers that have never done anything like this before.  It's
really liberating is what they usually say.  Can I get your name?"

   "Mandy..."

   "Hey Mandy, I just want to confirm you're over eighteen, right?"

   "Yeah, I'm twenty."

   "Ok great, just wanted to make sure.  So I'm really great with first
timers.  I always follow the comfort level of my model.  If you want to run
the whole show, then I am just handling lights and taking pictures.  If
you'd prefer for me to give direction, then I have experience with that
too."

   They talked for several minutes, discussing pricing and ideas.  Mandy
was pleasantly surprised by the rates.  Noah's studio did not do hair or
makeup, but they had an arrangement with several local businesses that were
owned by his friends.  He explained that they would give her a steep
discount if Noah referred her.  In return, Noah would sometimes provide
them with a few select photos of their work for their own website and
marketing.  Mandy got excited as she listened, realizing that this whole
experience was going to cost far less than she had feared.

   "What about location?" he asked.  "Were you planning to do this at your
place?"

   "No," she responded quickly.  "I can't do it here."

   "Ok, no problem.  I have a side room in my studio that can be set up to
look like a bedroom.  It's not perfect, but it works pretty well once I set
up the lighting.  Most of the boudoir photos on our website are taken here
and you'd probably never notice if I hadn't told you.  You should come in
and check it out to see if it's what you had in mind."

   They agreed to meet the next day after lunch.

   "Oh," Mandy interjected, "is it okay for my friend to come for the
session?  I was kinda hoping that would be okay."

   "Yeah, sure.  Of course," he said enthusiastically.  "Yeah, she can
come. You two can do the shoot together or split up the time however you
want.  Same rate.  I won't charge extra, and I can book you some extra
time."

   It took Mandy a moment to realize what he meant.  "Oh...  Oh, no I don't
mean to model.  I just mean she wants to come and watch."

   "Sure, yeah she can do that too if she wants.  I don't mind.  My offer
still stands though.  If the two of you want to go halfsies on a session I
can book you an extra free hour."

   "Awesome, yeah maybe she'll be interested.  I'll talk to her and let you
know."

   They said their goodbyes and Mandy started typing another message to her
best friend.

   "He doesn't sound creepy so...  yay??  lol.  I'm gonna go check out the
place tomorrow and make sure it's not some basement dungeon."

   "Nice, I'm excited for you!!  Want me to come tomorrow?"

   "Ok sure." Mandy paused, typing, deleting, and retyping the next message
several times before hitting send.  "Do you want to do the photoshoot with
me?  It's the same price whether it's just me or two of us.  Might as well
share it and I know you kinda like modeling."

   It was true, but it only captured part of the whole picture.  The last
time Sarah had modeled for Mandy, the two women had ended up naked on her
roommate's bed, and Mandy had been dangerously close to planting her tongue
between the wet lips of her best friend's pussy.

   "Maybe," her friend answered.  "I dunno.  Tempting but probably
shouldn't"

   Mandy exhaled, trying to let the disappointment pass before she
responded.  "Ok totally up to you.  I know it got kinda weird last time but
at least the guy will be there this time so things don't get carried away
lol." She hoped the LOL would do a lot of heavy lifting to ease the
awkwardness.

   "Yeah true.  Hmmm..."

   Mandy was starting to type her response when another message arrived
from Sarah.

   "Ok sure I'm in.  I was totally excited to go watch but I'm just gonna
be jealous the whole time if I do that.  Was probably gonna book my own
shoot anyway so why not?"

   They discussed how they wanted to split their time at the photoshoot,
ultimately deciding to go with the flow and just make it up as they went.
The next day, Sarah picked her up and the two girls went to visit Golden
Hour.  Noah greeted them and led them through an entryway lined with framed
photographs.  They walked into a small waiting area with a few chairs
against the wall.

   "Welcome to my studio," he said with a smile.  "I think I mentioned it
yesterday, this location is still pretty new but I have eight-plus years of
photography experience.  I've done weddings, parties, and yeah, I've done a
lot of boudoir sets as well."

   Mandy found him a little plain looking, but certainly not unattractive.
She estimated that he must be around thirty, tall with an intense stare. 
She introduced him to Sarah, and he led them past the unmanned front
counter and through a doorway.  They walked through a short hallway that
opened to a much larger room.

   "Here's the main studio," he said with a gesture of his hand.  "There's
a lot of options in here, but honestly I prefer one of the side rooms for
boudoir." He directed them to a door on their left.  "This room can be set
up to look like a bedroom.  I've got all the big stuff...  a bed, a nice
antique double dresser, makeup vanity, lots of mirrors..."

   Mandy stepped into the room, which felt small with all three of them in
there.  The furniture was all pushed to the corner, but she was impressed
by what she saw.  The set was a mixed collection of bedroom furniture that
did not match, but was tied together by an antique motif that Mandy found
both classy and cute.

   "Sorry I don't have it all set up for you.  Had a busy morning and
another group had this room set up as a temporary changing room.  Hopefully
you can visualize it, but I would typically set up the bed over there..."

   Mandy followed as Noah took them step-by-step through the layout of the
room, where each piece of furniture would be set up, how he preferred to
light the space, and where he normally stood.  He showed them which angles
worked well to disguise the space as a convincing bedroom, and which angles
would give away that it was a studio.

   "Believe me though," he said.  "Once the lights are turned down and
especially once I do some edits, it looks really convincing.  But
honestly," Noah joked, "if people are overanalyzing the room and the
furniture when they look at boudoir, then the photographer has really
fucked up their job."

   Mandy was convinced.  She discussed it with Sarah on the drive home, but
she would have done it even without her best friend's agreement. 
Fortunately, Sarah had come to the same conclusion.  They arranged a time
for next week, and the girls started discussing what they each planned to
wear.

   The next day, Mandy went shopping again, this time at a more local mall
that did not permit her to play her exhibitionist game again.  Although she
already owned several sets of flattering underwear, she wanted something
new.  She did not own anything that she would classify as lingerie, and
this seemed like a good opportunity to remedy that.

   She tried on multiple bras, corsets, garters, babydoll tops, and
anything else that screamed out boudoir to her.  Mandy decided to splurge
on a few higher priced items, justifying the purchase with the unexpectedly
cheap cost of the photoshoot and makeup.

   For the next couple of days, she excitedly shared notes with Sarah about
what she had bought, what she had planned, and whether she would decide to
remove the underwear and go completely bare for the camera.

   I guess it depends on how it goes.

   Sarah, on the other hand, seemed more coy about her plans and her
wardrobe.

   On the day of the photoshoot, Mandy told her mother that she would be
hanging out with Sarah for most of the night.  It was the truth, but there
was no reason to tell her mom what the girls had planned.  Mandy's mother
still thought her daughter was a saint and could do nothing wrong.  A
seductive photoshoot in her underwear was a conversation topic that Mandy
would much rather avoid.

   I can only imagine what mom would say about me getting undressed in
front of a stranger with a camera.

   The plan was for Sarah to pick Mandy up before their hair and makeup
appointment at 3pm.  Mandy would leave her things at Sarah's place so that
she would not need to come home and risk having to explain why she was done
up so glamorously for a night at her friend's house.

   She was pleasantly surprised that Noah's description of a discount was
true.  While Mandy was not usually the high-maintenance type, she knew what
these types of makeovers could cost.  The girls were charged significantly
less than she had expected.  She was also surprised to learn that the salon
was owned by an older man she previously worked with in retail years ago.

   The man, named Tyler, came out and chatted with the girls for a little
while, asking Mandy about her life.  He seemed genuinely excited to see
her, which she interpreted as him just being polite.  They had, after all,
only worked together for less than a year while she was in high school, and
he had been her supervisor.

   "Tell Noah I said hi," he said with a smile as the girls were paying and
preparing to leave.

   There was still almost an hour until their photoshoot, so the girls did
their best to eat a light dinner that did not risk ruining their makeup. 
Mandy began making some drinks to help them loosen up.

   "I guess we could just take an Uber," Sarah agreed after some persuading
from Mandy.  The studio was pretty close and the fare would be pretty
cheap.

   When the time finally came, both girls had already finished two drinks
and shot of Tequila for the road.  They chatted excitedly in the car, and
Mandy told the older male driver exactly what they were heading to the
studio for.

   "Boudoir..." he said, glancing back at her in the rear-view mirror. 
"Isn't that like nudie pics?  Or something like that?" His tone was
conversational and friendly.  The question seemed more of a curiosity than
a judgment.  In this line of work, he probably heard all kinds of strange
stories.

   "It doesn't have to be nude but it can be," Mandy replied, looking over
at Sarah who was silently staring out the window in embarrassment of her
friend.  "It can be all kinds of stuff...  underwear, sexy lingerie, or
whatever.  It's usually just private pictures in like a bedroom or
something like that.  Doesn't have to be nude but sometimes it is.  It's
not porn or anything, but it's supposed to be very intimate." She paused,
looking for the right word that was at the tip of her tongue.  "Sensual,"
she eventually decided.

   "Oh okay, sounds like fun to me.  Maybe I'm in the wrong business."

   Mandy smiled.  "Yeah, you should definitely have been a photographer. 
Lots of naked girls.  I'm pretty sure that's the main reason most guys do
it.  You could always come and watch," she joked.

   The driver laughed.  "Sure thing, I'd love to be a fly on the wall."

   When they arrived, Noah greeted them in the waiting room.  "Wow, you
ladies look great.  Please come this way, and I have a few forms for you to
read over and sign before we get started." Mandy was so excited that she
could barely listen to anything he was saying.  Something about release
forms, ownership of the artwork, and permissions to share or reproduce the
images.  Even without a couple of drinks in her system, Mandy would have
struggled to read the specifics of what she was signing.  With a slight
buzz and her heart racing, she quickly skimmed the pages of technicalities
and legalese.

   She was already signing her name when Sarah spoke.  "It says something
about you having rights to use the images for promotional purposes.  Like,
what does that mean?  Do you need to ask us before you use our pictures?"

   His smile was almost apologetic.  "I wouldn't technically have to, but I
promise you'd have my complete discretion.  These promotional deals are
what allow me to keep my rates so competitive and create partnerships with
Tyler and his salon.  It's pretty standard and I apologize if I didn't
fully explain it on the phone.  Seriously, I mean it.  I want the models to
feel completely comfortable when they step in front of the camera.  If
there are a few pictures that you don't want me sharing, I get it--it's
boudoir.  That's what most girls come in here for.  Just let me know, and I
will leave those ones out of it.  I don't want this to be on the back of
your mind during the whole shoot.  Just relax, have fun, and trust me." He
paused.  "I can also take off the discounted rate if you're not comfortable
with this.  I don't mind, but I'll have to include whatever I'm gonna owe
Tyler.  Just let me know...  I honestly don't mind.  The most important
thing for me is that you get what you came here for today."

   Mandy stared at Sarah, hoping she could telepathically convince her best
friend.  She did not like the idea of having to pay extra for this, and she
hoped Sarah would trust Noah as much as she did.

   It's not like he's going to post our whole photoshoot online for the
world to see.  He had a few pictures on his website and they were all
pretty tasteful.  Many didn't even show the model's face.

   Noah had already given them extra time and was essentially giving them
two photoshoots for the price of one.  That was already in addition to what
they had saved on the hair and makeup.  She let out a sigh of relief when
Sarah picked up the pen and signed her name.

   "Ok, that makes sense," her friend said.  "I don't mind but I just
wanted to be clear before putting my name on anything."

   "Oh of course, I get it," Noah replied.  "Absolutely, now is the time to
ask this stuff instead of later when it's too late.  Please let me know if
you have any other questions."

   The girls signed a couple more forms and Noah processed their payment
before leading them back into the studio area.  Mandy was pleasantly
surprised as she stepped into the mock-bedroom.  For all intents and
purposes, the space made for a very convincing bedroom.  The bed was made
with wine-colored sheets and a darker, almost mahogany, duvet.  An
assortment of pillows of different shapes, sizes, and materials were strewn
across the top, with several more on the floor and adjacent chaise.  The
mirror over the makeup vanity was encircled by a half-dozen antique
light-bulbs that provided a warm glow.  There were random
knickknacks--brushes, jewelry boxes, and picture frames--scattered atop the
dresser, giving the room a lived-in aesthetic.

   "Wow Noah, this is beautiful," Mandy said in a hushed voice, taking it
all in.

   "Oh my god, this is so much nicer than I expected," Sarah agreed at her
side.

   Noah looked proud with himself.  "I'm glad you like it.  Like I said, I
do a lot of these so I like to think I've gotten it down to a science.  How
about you ladies go get changed and I will finish setting up the equipment.
There's a couple of changing rooms in the corner over there." He gestured
across the larger main studio that was brightly lit.  Mandy saw a makeshift
changing area, and the two girls grabbed their stuff and headed over to it.

   The changing area did not afford much privacy, with only a stack of
boxes separating two girls and only a thin curtain separating both of them
from the bright lights of the studio.  Fortunately, Mandy and Sarah had
seen each other undressed dozens, perhaps even hundreds, of times so the
setup did not phase them.  They each opened their bags and starting laying
articles of clothing and undergarments along the stacked crates and boxes
around them.

   "What are you starting with?" Mandy asked as she started unbuttoning her
shorts.

   "I'm thinking this," Sarah replied, pulling up an elegant but relatively
conservative lace bra and matching pair of boy short panties.  "And then
with this over it," she continued, pulling out a form fitting tank top and
blue button-up shirt.

   "Nice, I was thinking of something similar, but with this," Mandy
replied, holding up a black halter-style bra with a much more revealing
thong.  In her other hand was a white button-up shirt, similar to Sarah's.

   "Oh wow, that's going to look amazing."

   The women chatted as they changed, coordinating how they would progress
through their more adventurous outfits together and how they would signal
each other if things got uncomfortable for one of them.  It felt strange
walking back into the studio with so little clothing.  While Sarah was
still relatively covered, Mandy's shirt ended right below her butt-cheeks,
and she could feel her ass teasing to be exposed with each step.

   It seems pretty silly to be self-conscious when I am literally paying
this man to photograph me like this.

   Noah looked at them both as they returned to what would be their private
bedroom for the next couple of hours.  "You girls look amazing!  Wow, I can
tell this is going to go really great.  By the way, I don't know if you're
interested, but I've got a bottle of wine to use as a prop.  It's nothing
fancy, but I think a glass of red wine adds a touch of class to some of the
photos.  Also, some models like to have a drink while they're in here to
help relax.  I had someone in here recently that told me I should start
keeping wine in stock.  So now I have some."

   "Yes please," Mandy said eagerly, afraid that her previous buzz was
starting to wear off.  She very much wanted to be relaxed for the duration
of the shoot.  Sarah nodded as well.

   Noah disappeared for several minutes, giving the women time to explore
the room.  When he returned, he came with a pair of wine glasses, a bottle
of red wine, and a black fedora.

   "It's a Merlot, if that matters at all," he said as he put the bottle
down.  "I also thought this hat might go well with your wardrobe.  Would
probably work for both of you, but I think it will give a really nice
contrast to your white shirt, Mandy."

   Mandy tried on the hat.  It was a little large, but a close enough fit
that she could use it for the photoshoot.  The girls each graciously
accepted a glass from Noah and began sipping the wine.

   "Okay," Noah said, grabbing his camera and tripod.  "So who wants to go
first?"

   Mandy looked at Sarah before stepping forward.  They had already
discussed this the day before, and made sense for her to begin since this
whole thing had been her idea.  "I am," she replied confidently.

   "Okay great.  So tell me what you had in mind?  Or just let me know if
you were hoping for me to guide things.  Either way, are there any shots
that you are definitely hoping to get here tonight?  I know girls sometimes
see other sets from other girls and they want to mimic what they've seen
before."

   "I didn't really have anything in mind," she admitted.  "I just thought
this sounded really fun and kind of exciting.  I have a couple of outfits I
want to try, but I trust you to make me look good.  I definitely want to do
a few sexier pics before I go.  Maybe after more wine," she said with a
laugh.

   "Believe me Mandy, I don't have to do anything to make you look good. 
The camera doesn't lie.  If you're happy with the photos after we're done,
then that was all you.  I'm just taking pictures of whatever you're giving
me, and sometimes I can give a little direction if you want it.  And as for
the wine, don't be shy...  I've got more if you need it.  Some girls don't
really loosen up until they've had a couple drinks."

   "Thanks," she said.  "So yeah anyway, as for what I want...  I love the
furniture and I'd love to get some shots on the bed...  over on the
chair... and I really like that old antique makeup table.  But I just came
here to have fun so just tell me what to do."

   Noah nodded.  "Alright, why don't you just start by sitting on the bed
with the hat on?"

   Mandy put the fedora back on her head and did as he instructed.  The
first few photos were just to test the colour and lighting.  With a few
subsequent adjustments, the photoshoot began.

   With the hat on, most of Mandy's face could be obscured by tipping her
head forward and hiding behind the brim.  It was teasing and seductive, and
this is how the boudoir session began.  Her shirt was mostly buttoned and
hung down just far enough to hide how little she was wearing beneath it. 
If she leaned back, the hem of the shirt rode up to show her bare thighs
and a small patch of fabric covering her crotch.

   No worse than anything I would wear at the beach, she told herself. 
This is probably the least suggestive panties I brought tonight...  might
as well get used to it.

   And so she did get used to it.  Over the course of several minutes, Noah
had her lean this way and then that way.  She leaned all the way back so
that she was resting on her elbows, her shirt pulled high enough to display
most of her panties.  He had her cling to a pillow and then run a silk
sheet through her fingers.  She sipped from the glass of wine as Noah
continued to photograph her.

   He then asked her to lean back on her knees on the bed and begin
unbuttoning her shirt from the top, slowly revealing the halter bra
concealing her large breasts.  He had her slowly pull the shirt open to one
side so that it slipped off her shoulder.  He had her push her chest
outward and show off her best asset.

   He instructed her to turn around and face away from the camera.  She
lifted the back of her shirt slowly, pulling it up over her round ass
cheeks and the narrow band of fabric wedged between them.  He had her lay
on her back with the shirt open, arching her back and forcing her chest
upwards and free from the confines of her clothing.  He had her sit on the
floor, resting back against the bed, gently tugging the shirt open and
tempting the viewer to anticipate what might come next.

   She felt erotic.  Mandy had taken a lot of nude pictures over the past
few months, but this felt sexy in a more subdued, controlled way.  Yes, the
focus was still on her body, but the teasing and suggestions of something
more were just as erotic as any nude photo she had taken.

   She was also constantly aware of Sarah, who was closely watching her
every move.

   The two girls occasionally talked or joked throughout the session, but
Sarah seemed more intent to quietly observe and let Noah do most of the
talking uninterrupted.

   When it came time to switch places after nearly thirty minutes, Mandy
followed her friend's lead and silently watched as Sarah sat on the same
bed that she had just rolled around on.

   Mandy took several more sips of wine and watched attentively as Sarah
went through many of the same poses she had done.  She loved the way the
fedora looked on her friend.  Mandy took another large gulp of her wine and
watched Sarah's fingers as they playfully danced around her own body,
caressing her face, adjusting the hat, unbuttoning her own shirt just as
Mandy had done.

   "If you want Mandy," Noah said without taking his eye from the camera,
"you can go get ready for the next set.  You mentioned that you have a
couple different outfits.  Now is a good time to change."

   I don't want to leave, she thought.  Her eyes were glued to her friend,
hypnotized by her movements.  While Sarah was not revealing as much skin as
Mandy had done, she was beautiful nonetheless.  Mandy wanted to watch her
every pose.  She wanted to watch the way she bit her lip ever so slightly
while playing with the straps of her tank top.

   "Okay, sure," Mandy said as she pulled herself away and returned to the
changing area.

   There were two more outfits waiting for her if the night continued to go
well.  She quickly unclasped her bra and grabbed a red corset with a black
lace overlay from the nearest box.  It was more difficult to put on than
she remembered, but that could have been the alcohol or her excitement. 
She kept the same panties she had worn for the previous session and grabbed
a pair of black stockings from the pile of clothing.  She carefully put
them on and fastened them to the corset's built-in garter belt.

   Mandy had never worn anything like this in front of another person
before.  As she looked at herself in the nearby mirror, she was pleased
with the wardrobe choice.

   This is fucking hot, she thought as she ran her fingers along the
exposed skin of her thigh between her panties and the stockings.  Her bare
shoulders felt particularly naked without the familiar feeling of a bra
strap or shirt sleeve.  She started to reach for her phone before
remembering how silly a selfie would be when an actual photographer was
waiting in the next room.

   Winking at her reflection one last time, she quickly returned to Sarah's
ongoing session.

   I hope I didn't miss too much.

   She came back to find Sarah's button-up shirt tossed to the floor. 
Mandy's best friend was on her knees with her legs spread wide and her
crotch pointed towards the camera and her body leaning back.  She was
lifting the bottom of her tank top, revealing her slender midsection and
partly toned abs.  She lifted farther, teasing the bottom of her bra before
she suddenly opened her eyes and turned her head towards Mandy.

   "Holy shit girl, look at you!" Sarah's voice suggested that she had
drank a lot of wine since they arrived.  "That's fucking hot.  Oh my god, I
can't believe you brought a fucking corset.  I wish I had the body to pull
off something like that."

   Mandy laughed.  "Thanks.  You can wear it if you want."

   "Fuck off," Sarah joked crudely.  "It would fall off because I don't
have big fucking boobs to show off like you do."

   Mandy blushed.  It was true that she had larger breasts than Sarah's
more modest B-cups, but Mandy absolutely adored her friend's slim, more
delicate body.  "Whatever," she replied meekly.

   After a few more minutes, the girls were ready to switch again.  Sarah
climbed off the bed and gave Mandy's ass a playful slap as she passed.

   Following Noah's direction, Mandy sat at the makeup vanity.  He
positioned himself so that he could see her reflection in the mirror.  "I
think there's a pearl necklace in one of the drawers.  It might go nicely
with the corset."

   She opened the top drawer and found it immediately.  The strand of white
pearls ran through her fingers as she lifted it.  She tried not to look at
the camera's reflection in the mirror as Noah photographed her putting the
jewelry around her neck.  The pearls themselves hung down and nestled into
her cleavage, which was exaggerated by the corset.  After several more
poses, Mandy relocated to the chaise, laying back on the soft upholstery.
Noah had her lay seductively on her back and sides, rolling a single pearl
from the necklace between her forefinger and thumb.

   As she lay on her back, she checked to make sure her breasts were not
falling from the corset's built-in support.  She suspected that with
certain movements, the cups were pulling away from her body and giving Noah
a peek of the flesh underneath.  However, if that was the case then she
pretended not to notice.

   "Okay," he instructed, "how about you get on your knees facing the
camera.  Good, now lean forward so that your head is on the sheets and your
butt is up in the air.  Try putting your arms in front of you...  pretend
they are tied together at the wrists.  Pull them back just a little. 
Perfect, right there.  Can you lift your backside a little higher?"

   Mandy did as she was instructed.  From his angle, Noah would be almost
looking down at her from above, with the corset and pose accentuating the
curves of her body.  When she lifted her head again, she saw that Sarah had
returned from her own outfit change.

   Mandy swallowed hard.  Her best friend was standing in a very skimpy
black lace balconette bra with a plunging neckline and a matching pair of
low rise panties.  She was leaning on the doorframe with a wineglass in her
hand, gently swirling the liquid as she watched her friend in front of the
camera.

   She's the most beautiful girl in the world, Mandy thought as she tried
to continue following Noah's direction.  She was only a little disappointed
when another fifteen minutes passed and Noah suggested that the girls
switch out again.

   Sarah exaggerated the sway of her hips as she casually walked over to
Mandy, still seated on the bed.  She leaned forward and grabbed the pearls
around Mandy's neck, pulling her in close.  She looked down on Mandy, who
was staring back at her friend with longing in her eyes.  A small grin
crept at the corner of Sarah's otherwise stern face.  "Outta my place,
bitch."

   Mandy's insides melted like butter.  Even as joke, Sarah's words
flustered Mandy and filled her with butterflies.  The friends called each
other worse all of the time, especially when they were drunk.  But this was
different.  This felt sexually charged, and not just because of their
current wardrobe.  Mandy wanted to kiss her, if only Noah was not an arm's
length away photographing their entire exchange.

   On shaky legs, Mandy rose from the bed and stepped aside.  She needed to
go change, but even more urgently she needed a moment to recompose herself.
She watched several minutes of Sarah's session before pulling herself away
and back to the changing room.  In her hand, she carried a recently
refilled wineglass.

   As her breathing slowed and the feeling came back to her fingers, she
undid the corset and tossed it onto the nearest box.  She grabbed her next
outfit and carefully put it on before taking another large gulp of wine and
looking at herself in the mirror.

   She was now wearing a sheer pink babydoll-style nightie.  The garment
was sleeveless and tied in the front, splayed open below the knot to expose
her lower midriff and everything else from the panties down.  The material
was mostly transparent, and in the bright lights of the studio she could
see the plunging pink lace bra and thong set that she wore beneath it.  The
bra enhanced her natural cleavage, making her breasts look even larger than
they already were and leaving little to the imagination.

   When she returned to the bedroom studio, Sarah was lying on her back
with her arms outstretched behind her head.  Across her body was a small
string of white LED lights that were casually strewn across her hips, over
her torso and chest, and up to her neck.  In the darkly lit room, they
illuminated her body in a novel and sensual way that Mandy appreciated.

   I love the creativity with props.

   Mandy quietly slipped into a dark corner of the room and watched the
show.  She could see on a nearby table that a second bottle of wine had
been opened.

   Oh god, this is going to start getting sloppy soon...

   "That's great Sarah," Noah instructed several minutes later when Sarah
was one her knees on the chaise, arms raised and running her fingers
through her hair so that it fell in such a way to obscure her face.  "Put
your left hand down towards your stomach.  Perfect, yup just sort of caress
yourself as if you were rubbing lotion into your skin.  Good, now go a
little lower.  Dip your fingers into your waistband just a little.  Tease
with your thumb.  Pretend you're about to lower them...  but you don't have
to actually lower them if you're not comfortable."

   Mandy held her breath as her best friend gripped the waistband of her
panties and teased them down a little bit.  Sarah stopped, and she looked
like she was thinking.  "I think I'm good and need a break.  Mandy can have
another turn."

   "Okay sure, no problem," Noah said, unfazed.  "Are you done for the
night or do you have any more wardrobe changes?"

   "I've got one more if there's time."

   "I got all night.  You girls just do what you came here to do.  If we
start running too late, I'll let you know."

   "Oh my god Mandy," Sarah said as she noticed her in the corner.  "I'm so
jealous of how fucking hot you are right now.  I'm not even joking...  I
just...  fuck..." Her eyes lingered a little longer than usual, and for a
second Mandy felt the same familiar flutter of excitement that she got when
a handsome man was checking her out.

   Mandy tried to shrug it off.  She playfully joked back, "go home, Sarah.
You're drunk."

   Sarah laughed.  "No way bitch, I wouldn't miss this for the world.  I
gotta go change and get back here quick to see how slutty you are in that
thing," she said as she gestured toward Mandy's outfit.

   Blushing, Mandy looked over at Noah who was pretending not to hear a
thing.  Distracted by his reaction--or lack thereof--Mandy jumped and let
out a small squeal as Sarah pinched her ass on the way out of the room.

   "You little bitch!" She giggled at her friend.

   Sarah's faint voice carried through the doorway.  "Don't get
distracted...  and don't pretend you didn't love it you ditsy slut."

   "That bitch," Mandy muttered playfully under her breath.  She suddenly
remembered that Noah was still in the room.  "Oh my god, sorry...  I'm so
sorry about her."

   He laughed.  "Don't be sorry.  I'm loving it!  No seriously, you girls
are both doing amazing and I think half of it's because you're just so
casual in front of the camera.  You girls are just joking and chirping each
other in your underwear like it's nothing at all.  If that doesn't mean
you're comfortable with this whole setup, well...  then I don't know what
does.  Joking is good.  It means you're relaxed.  Keep it up.  Go nuts,
have fun.  Hell, she can jump into your session if you want.  I've done
some boudoir with multiple models before and it always--always--turns out
fantastic.  I'm not telling you what to do, but if you're looking for some
really erotic photos for your boyfriends or whoever...  I dunno, maybe for
a birthday or anniversary...  they would owe you big time for something
like that."

   That would be fun...

   "Okay thanks," Mandy replied, trying not to show her excitement at the
prospect.  "Maybe I'll talk to her later and see."

   Noah had Mandy pose in numerous vulnerable positions, highlighting the
naïve innocence of her outfit.  She loved the way that he adjusted the set
on the fly to create a theme that matched her wardrobe.  She also loved the
portrayal of an innocent helpless maiden that he setting up.  The false
pretense would make the naughtier photos feel like a greater payoff.

   As the session went on, she crawled along the floor and writhed on the
bed as he photographed her from above.  She ran her hands up and down her
body, grabbing her breasts and occasionally touching her panties.

   "How would you feel about doing some without the bra?"

   Mandy opened her eyes.  "Hmm?"

   Noah repeated himself.  "How do you feel about going without the bra and
with just the panties and nightie?  You'd still be covered so I wouldn't
see that much but I think it would look great in the photos.  Completely up
to you."

   "Do it!  I dare you." Mandy turned to see Sarah standing again in the
doorway in a black statin robe that fell down to her knees.  "I'm not a
lesbian but I would literally pay to see that."

   Mandy was not an idiot.  She knew exactly how exposed she would be with
only the transparent pink material over her upper body.  Even in the dimly
lit studio, her breasts and nipples would be quite visible.  But these
would be her own private pictures for her own personal enjoyment.

   And this is what I came here for, she reminded herself.

   "Sure, okay," Mandy said.  "Give me a minute."

   As she started to head for the door, Sarah stopped her.  "Just do it
here..."

   "Ha, yeah right," she said as she playfully brushed past her friend and
into the open studio.  Out of Noah's line of sight she untied her nightie,
deciding not to walk all the way over to the changing area.  She pulled off
the garment and quickly unclasped her bra, sliding it off her shoulders and
dropping it to the floor.  She then slipped back into the sheer babydoll
and tied it back into place.  In the bright studio lights, she could
plainly see her own nipples poking through the material.

   This is his job, she told herself.  This is what he does every day.

   Taking a deep breath, she stepped into the bedroom and dropped herself
back onto the bed without a word.  Sarah made a slow clasp gesture, but
Noah immediately got back to work, directing her to lean back on her hands
and show off the bold new change to her wardrobe.

   Mandy could not see his face behind the camera, but she imagined his
eyes glued to her now visible nipples.  In former life, Mandy would be
having a minor panic attack at the thought of a stranger photographing her
almost-naked body like this.  But now, this felt more like a soothing
scratch on a subliminal itch.

   The poses were not so different than the ones that came before, but now
every pose left her more exposed than before.  Every picture captured more
than any stranger should photograph.  Mandy allowed herself to be
hypnotized by the familiar sound of the camera's shutter.  She made the
conscious decision to stop making conscious decisions.  She let the
intuitive part of her mind take over, just as she had done in the thrift
store changing room and so many other times before.

   I came here to be a seductive goddess, and I'm going to let him pose me
like a slutty Barbie doll if he wants to.

   After several more minutes, Noah seemed to read her mind.  "Why don't
you play with the knot on the front?  Just tease me like you're going to
pull on the string."

   She felt like such a good girl, obediently following his commands while
her best friend looked on.  He snapped several more photos before he
decided to push his luck once again.

   "Gently pull on it.  There, perfect.  Slowly...  good, keep pulling and
hold the rest of your position."

   Mandy felt the garment loosen as the knot came undone.  The sheet pink
material opened slightly in the front, completely exposing a line of flesh
leading from her neck to her panties.  However, the nightie remained mostly
in place, draped over her large heaving breasts.  Mandy swallowed hard and
could feel her heartbeat thumping in her ears.  Whatever came next, she
felt ready and willing.

   He told her to play with the nightie, opening it slightly but not quite
enough to expose her hardened and sensitive nipples.  Noah repositioned his
tripod and got her to turn around and face the wall opposite the camera.

   "Okay, just stay like that and slip the straps over your shoulders." She
obliged, but of course there was no way to do this without opening the
babydoll entirely.  This would leave her topless, facing away from her
audience.  She pretended not to notice Noah's reflection in one of the
nearby mirrors, meaning that he could see her as well.  "Look back at me
over your left shoulder."

   Smart, she thought with a smirk that she tried to contain.  The mirror
was on her right side, and he was trying to direct her attention away from
it.  This is going to be fun.

   "Perfect, just like that.  Keep looking back like that while you slip it
off entirely."

   Mandy's brain was buzzing with excitement and wine.  She followed his
every direction, dropping the lingerie on the bed next to her.  Her
beautiful breasts hung completely exposed.  He made her lift her arms,
interlocking her fingers behind her head.  Even without the mirror, Mandy
could only imagine how hot this pose must look.  She did not need to
imagine it, as Sarah was more than happy to tell her.

   "Mandy you fucking slut," she said playfully.  "I can't believe we're
the ones paying him for this.  Seems like it should be the other way
around."

   Noah smiled and shrugged.  "Not going to lie, boudoir shoots are fun. 
They're definitely one of my favorites.  I guess every job has its perks."

   "Mandy..." her best friend said.  "I'm pretty sure you might be making
me a lesbian after all."

   Mandy laughed, repeating her usual response to this type of joking. 
"Sarah, you're drunk.  Maybe you should sit out the rest of this."

   "No way, fuck that!" Sarah exclaimed excitedly.  "I'm not done yet.  No
way I'm going home without some pics in this." Sarah untied her robe and
slipped it off her shoulders.  Mandy thought she was ready for anything,
but she was not ready for this.

   Standing in front of her, Sarah stood in a fishnet bodysuit that was
stretched tightly over her body.  It hung from two thin black straps over
her shoulder, tightly followed the slender contours of her body, and ended
just below her pelvis.  Beneath it she wore a black G-string.  On her legs
were a pair of matching black fishnet stockings that were pulled midway up
her thighs, leaving a small gap of bare flesh between the stockings and the
bottom of the bodysuit.

   The outfit left almost nothing to the imagination, and she appeared
practically naked with her perky B-cup breasts totally visible through the
gaps in the netting.  Most shocking of all were the pink heart-shaped
gemstones that adorned her dark nipples, poking prominently for everyone to
see.

   "Holy shit," Mandy said with a dropped jaw.  "You got your nipples
pierced?" Sarah's expression showed a mixture of embarrassment and pride.

   "Sarah," Noah said after taking several more photos, "I was telling
Mandy earlier that the dynamic between you girls is amazing.  Seriously,
it's not something that models can fake.  Why don't you jump into this set
and get a few pictures together?  You can always jump back out if it's not
what you're looking for."

   Sarah did not say a single word.  She quickly downed her remaining wine
before grabbing and finishing Mandy's glass as well.  She then sauntered
over and dropped herself into the bed next to her friend.  Mandy simply
stared at her, dumbfounded.

   Is she actually drunk?

   Noah spoke again.  "Mandy, why don't you turn around and face her."

   It was left unsaid that she was still topless and turning her body would
completely expose her.

   This was all unexpected and Mandy wanted to see what was coming next. 
She felt like a moth drawn to the flame, turning her body so that Noah
could now see her side profile.  The camera loudly captured picture after
picture of the two girls, one topless and one practically topless.

   Noah's voice shook her back to reality.  "Umm...  Mandy, why don't we
try a few with you looking her in the eyes?"

   She immediately turned a bright shade of red.  She had not even realized
how shamelessly she was still staring at her best friend's tits, admiring
her body the same way she had done during their last photoshoot.

   "When...  when did you get them pierced?" she asked, her voice
quivering. It seemed like a normal question and a perfectly reasonable
explanation for her staring.

   "Months ago...  right after our last photoshoot."

   Mandy looked back into Sarah's eyes and saw something she had never seen
before.  Yes, her friend was clearly a little drunk and playful for the
camera, but Mandy thought that she could see something more.

   Sarah barely looked like herself behind the makeup and hair styling from
the salon.  Mandy was staring at a woman with all of Sarah's features and
beauty, but this was a different woman.

   Mandy leaned in.  She was uncomfortably aware of her heartrate and she
feared that she might forget how to breathe.  Sarah's head tilted to the
side so subtly that Mandy knew she must have imagined it.  She wanted a
sign, but she received nothing aside from the voice screaming inside of her
own head.

   She lunged at her friend and their lips met.  Mandy grabbed her friend's
head in her hands and pulled her face closer, afraid that she might
otherwise pull away.  The girls kissed passionately, so forcefully that
their teeth bumped violently together.  As Sarah's lips parted, Mandy took
the initiative and slipped her tongue into her best friend's mouth.  To her
relief, Sarah's tongue came back to meet hers.

   If Noah gave any directions, then the two girls did not hear or
acknowledge them.  Mandy suspected that he was probably happy to let this
scene play out on its own, with no intervention required.  As the two girls
fell over onto the bed and rolled around, Mandy had vivid flashbacks to the
last time they had done something like this.

   After several minutes' worth of pictures, Sarah pinned Mandy on her
back. She kneeled overtop of her, firmly holding her wrists to the bed. 
The two girls stared at each other in silence, waiting to see if the other
might break free from this dream and object.  Their eyes never parted, but
Mandy shuddered as she could feel Sarah's small breasts rubbing against her
body, her nipples occasionally brushing against her own.

   "Interlock your fingers in hers," Noah said.  Mandy's mind was entirely
lost and the words passed through her like water through a sieve.  However,
she felt Sarah's fingers slip between hers and their bodies became a single
lustful entity, joined at the hands.

   Mandy knew that she should not be doing this in front of him, but she
loved how he still seemed comfortable directing the photoshoot even at a
point like this.  Even with the girls enraptured with passion, he was still
confidently in control of the whole scene.

   Mandy shivered as her best friend's hair brushed over her body, tickling
her as it went.

   "Fuck!" Mandy's voice was half shouting and half whisper.  She squirmed
as Sarah's lips wrapped around her left nipple.  "Oh my god, fuck, fuck,
fuck..." Mandy's leg began to shake and kick as her best friend kissed at
her nipple and gently tugged at it with her mouth.  A burst of strength
shot through her and her wrists broke free from Sarah's grasp.  She wrapped
her arms around Sarah's head and pulled her tightly to her body.  Her face
was pressed so firmly against Mandy's breast that Mandy feared for a moment
whether Sarah could still breathe.

   Mandy grabbed Sarah and forcefully rolled her over so that Mandy was now
on top.  Below her was her best friend--the girl she had known for over ten
years.  This was someone she loved and shared everything with.  This was
the most beautiful girl in the world and someone that Mandy wanted to spend
the rest of her life with.  Watching her bat her eyes made Mandy feel
queasy and ecstatic at the same time.

   She is an actual goddess and I'm just a poser, Mandy thought.

   Mandy kissed her.  She kissed her again.  The third time, their bodies
intertwined.  Mandy pulled back and looked down at her friend.  She admired
her pale skin and her small toned body.  She admired her mousey features,
which had always seemed cute but now were enticing.  She looked at the
jeweled studs in each of her nipples and loved how they contrasted with her
otherwise innocent appearance.

   "Do they still hurt?" she asked, staring at her friend's breasts.

   As a response, Sarah reached up and gently flicked the pink heart
attached to her right nipple.  She let out a primitive sound that fell
somewhere between a whimper and a purr.  "Mmm, they're pretty much healed.
Maybe just don't go too rough with them...  they're tender."

   Mandy did not need any further invitation.  She opened her mouth and
traced her tongue over the soft nipple and the hard metal stud that
protruded from it.  Noah brought the camera in closer as Mandy began
lapping at Sarah's breast.

   "Is that okay?" she asked timidly, scared that she might hurt her
friend.

   "That's fucking incredible," Sarah said between clenched teeth.  "Keep
going...  you can be rougher than that." She squirmed as Mandy gently bit
down on the nipple and stud together.  "Oh my god...  oh, fuck...  yes..."

   Mandy no longer cared about the photoshoot or her nudity--the only thing
that mattered was the girl lying under her.

   In an instant, Sarah's G-String was gone.  Mandy lifted the hem of
fishnet and trembled as stared at the glistening parted lips of her best
friend's smoothly shaved treasure.  She had seen it before, but never so
clearly.  She had even touched it before, but only a few seconds of gentle
teasing.  She had wanted to kiss it last time, but it has been denied to
her.

   This time, nothing would stop her.

   Mandy kissed her beast friends' wet lips and savored how soft they felt.
She kissed again, hoping desperately that this was not just another
pleasant dream.  Her tongue slipped between Sarah's labia and her best
friend sucked in a sharp breath.

   Mandy had wanted this for years, even if she had only known it for
months.  This was the culmination of a lifetime of repressed desires.  Yes,
she had done this exact same act with Kelly, but it felt impossible to
compare that with what she was experiencing now.  This was more than just
lust.  This was more than just physical pleasure.  This was an intimate and
romantic epiphany with her best friend.  If she could have this for the
rest of her life, she would never need anyone else.

   She placed her hands over Sarah's knees and spread her legs wide.

   Noah photographed her pleasuring her friend for several minutes.  He
watched closely as she slipped one--and then later a second--finger into
her warm opening.  Sarah's body was writhing.  She grabbed fistfuls of the
satin sheets and pulled them violently.  Between the clicking of the
shutter and Sarah's soft gasps, the only sounds were her fingers loudly
penetrating her best friend's moist folds.

   Mandy could not describe the sound that her best friend made.  Sarah's
thighs tightly closed around Mandy's head and all other sounds became
muffled.  With her head in a vice, Mandy kept lapping at Sarah's pussy. 
She quickly found her best friend's clitoris and attempted to pleasure her
friend the way that she herself liked to be stimulated.

   It seemed to work, as Sarah's orgasm culminated and held longer than
Mandy thought was possible.

   Or maybe she's just having back-to-back climaxes, she thought proudly.
Not bad for a newbie lesbian.

   Sarah tried to pull away, apparently unable to take anymore.  Mandy did
not relent, curling her finger inside her friend to draw out another
intense tremor.  It felt so strange to watch her best friend's face twist
in the midst of an orgasm, scrunching her nose and curling her lips to
expose her bared teeth.  Mandy loved the way Sarah's body tensed with each
convulsion, giving Mandy a clear roadmap of what pleasured her.

   The two girls continued like this for some time.  When Sarah was finally
allowed to move, a noticeable wet spot marked the area beneath where her
ass cheeks had been.

   Mandy wasted no time, throwing herself at the bed and onto her back. 
Pulling the material of her thong aside, she opened her legs and hoped
desperately that Sarah would reciprocate Mandy's affection.  Otherwise, she
would have no choice but to stimulate herself while her best friend and the
photographer watched.

   Sarah stared down at her with conflict in her eyes.  Apparently the
choice was not as simple for her as it had been for Mandy.

   "I..." she paused.  "I...  don't want to mess things up and make things
weird between us." Sarah paused again and Mandy's heart sank in her chest.
"I dunno...  I don't know if it's a good idea.  I mean, I want to... 
but... what if it's weird after?  Will it be weird?"

   "Sarah..." Mandy felt more vulnerable than she had ever felt in her
life. "I promise this won't make things weird.  You're my best friend and I
love you.  Nothing will change that.  Do you really think that we're not
gonna be friends anymore after this?  It's just sex...  it doesn't have to
mean anything if you don't want it to..." she paused again and felt a lump
in her throat.  Her body and soul were both laid bare, and for a moment she
forgot that anyone else was even in the room aside from Sarah.

   "Okay." It was a simple response that sat in the air for several
seconds. "You promise?  You promise that this won't make things weird?"

   "I promise."

   "Okay." There it was again.  "I heard about you and Kelly, by the way. I
know about..."

   Mandy froze.  You know that I fooled around with another girl from the
dorm.  You know that I did it in front of an audience.  You know about the
most public sex I've ever had in my life.  "Sarah, I..." she struggled the
find the words as the alcohol continued to cloud her mind.

   Without warning, Sarah leaned forward and kissed her softly.  She pulled
back and stared at her.  Mandy thought she was going to say something else,
but instead she backed away and lowered her face between Mandy's legs.

   Holy shit.  Mandy felt cold numbness spread from the tips of her fingers
and up her arms.  Her body tensed in a state of fight-or-flight, and for a
split second she thought that she might faint.  Oh my god, this is really
happening.  This isn't a dream.  This is real and she's really gonna--

   All of the air escaped her lungs in an instant as Sarah's tongue gently
touched her.  The sound was reminiscent of someone that has been punched in
the gut, only with pleasure instead of pain.  Sarah pulled away like a
startled animal before cautiously touching her again, this time with
greater confidence.  Sarah's lips soon joined her tongue and Mandy melted
into the sheets as her best friend timidly kissed at her sensitive pleasure
centre.  She had recently imagined this moment so many times, but she never
really thought it would happen.

   With her eyes clenched shut, an audible intrusion crept back into her
world.  Or more accurately, it crept back into her consciousness.  It was
hypnotizing, and she remembered the familiar clicking sound from a lifetime
ago--the lifetime before she and Sarah had become lovers.  The sound of the
camera's shutter felt like the string of a balloon, holding her to the
ground and stopping her mind from leaving her body and floating away.

   Noah photographed her, sprawled naked on the bed as Sarah pulled the
thong off entirely and began to go down on her.  He captured the subtle
expressions of her face as Sarah explored her womanhood.  He watched as her
best friend got bolder her in her exploration, and he observed as Mandy's
body began to writhe.  She barely noticed when he set up a second camera
and positioned himself closer to the action.

   Sarah's tongue had worked its way between her lips and occasionally
grazed her clitoris, causing her to mew each time.  Sarah's hands were on
her body, caressing her hips and thighs.  Her best friend touched her
everywhere, tracing her fingers from her ankles and between her legs.  The
fingers gingerly touched her flat stomach.  They touched her for several
minutes, or so it seemed.  They touched her breasts, delicately following
the contours of them before a set of fingers teased her nipples.

   She opened her eyes as Sarah's hands slowly retreated to her thighs. 
She stared at the camera only a couple of feet away from her head, so close
that she could see her own reflection in the lens.  She looked at the image
of her prominently feature face.  The camera was angled down to capture her
breasts and her innocent best friend, eagerly tasting her for the first
time.  Mandy stared at her reflection, occasionally blinked out of
existence by the shutter before popping back into life.

   Mandy pushed out her chest, letting Noah focus on what she considered
her best features.  He took a photo.  She pushed her chest out again and
bit her lip, looking past the camera and at the photographer.

   She gasped as Sarah's fingers slipped inside of her.  Instinctively, she
grabbed Sarah's head and pulled her face deeper into her wet cunt.  She
reveled in the thrill of gliding her fingers through her best friend's hair
and firmly gripping it like a handle.  So many guys had done this exact act
to Mandy and it felt intoxicating use this dominant gesture on her best
friend.

   "Love that pose," Noah said quietly.  Sarah tried to stop and look at
him, but Mandy held her face exactly where she wanted it.

   I think she forgot he was there, Mandy thought.

   Mandy tightened her grip and buried her friend's face inside of herself.
Her eyes were still glued to the camera as she guided Sarah's rhythm and
came again.  Midway through the series of convulsions, she threw her arms
and head back onto the bed.

   "Right there." The words were Noah's, but could have just as easily been
Mandy's.

   Noah continued.  "Move your arm just a bit this way." As he spoke, Mandy
felt his hand grip two of her fingers and pull her arm slightly to her
right.  It felt electric to have his skin touch hers, all while another
girl was going down on her.

   "Mmm...  okay." It was the only response she could muster.  The camera
shutter clicked.  Mandy bit her lip when she felt his touch again, this
time on both of her hands, spreading them out farther.  It felt less
jarring the third time, when he carefully grabbed each of her arms at the
elbows and repositioned them again.  Placing one of her hands close to her
head and the other on her collarbone, he snapped several more photos of the
vulgar scene the girls were presenting.

   Mandy whimpered as he repositioned her again, this time placing one of
her hands on her left breast.  The skin of his fingers touched her body,
almost too fast to register in her clouded state of mind.  However, the
sensation was unmistakable--he had briefly touched her breast.  Taking his
cue, she began to squeeze at her large tit, teasing it for the camera.

   "Here." He grabbed her hand and moved it again, this time touching her
longer.  Her moved her hand to the underside of her breasts and squeezed it
again, this time with his hand over hers.  Once she had the gesture down
pat on her own, he took is hand back and repositioned the camera for
another picture.

   "Try it like this," he directed after several more photos.  His hand
slipped under hers and before she knew what was happened, Noah had her bare
breast in the palm of his hand.  Her hardened nipple pressed against him
and his fingers began massaging her.  She moaned loudly and Sarah opened
her eyes to watch as he shamelessly groped her body.

   "You okay?" Sarah asked, apparently concerned about Noah overstepping
his bounds.

   Mandy nodded frantically.  "Mmhmm.  Yessss." She pushed out her chest
again as her reflection stared back at her.  She expected Noah to take his
cock out and put it in her mouth, and she would have gladly let him.  At
this point, she would have let him do anything he wanted.

   To her surprise, the hand pulled away.

   "You girls should try some other poses."

   "Mmm okay," Mandy muttered.  "Just tell us what to do."

   Sarah did not speak but paused her assault on Mandy's sensitive
womanhood.  Again, she looked confused and little ashamed of this whole
situation.  However, she waited silently for her next instruction.

   "Sarah," Noah directed, "climb on top of Mandy." He waited for her to
comply and watched her slowly lift herself awkwardly over Mandy's sweaty
body.  "Keep going.  Take off the rest of your clothes.  I'd like to get a
picture of you kneeling over her face."

   Sarah pulled off her fishnet bodysuit and tossed it to the floor.

   Porn.  The word flashed in Mandy's brain as she watched her best
friend's wet pussy inch closer to her face.  It was so close that she could
feel it's warmth on her chin and smell her arousal.  This is definitely
porn and not boudoir anymore.  She was not sure how long ago they had
crossed that line, but now she was undeniably aware of it.

   In another lifetime, the revelation that she was making porn might have
been earth-shattering.  The fact that she had paid for this experience
would be incomprehensible.  But now she grateffully parted her lips,
anticipating the reward that was coming.  Her legs spread further open as
well, giving Noah a vulgar view of her own hungry and gaping holes.

   The girls had already crossed the point of no return, and Noah seemed to
recognize it.  His tone shifted noticeably, as did his intentions.

   "Feed it to her," he instructed Sarah.  "Look at those lovely eyes and
give her exactly what she wants.  Suffocate her in that beautiful little
pussy of yours..."

   For a second, Sarah froze and Mandy feared that the spell might have
been broken.  She stared down at her friend between her thighs and all
Mandy could do was nod.  Slowly, Sarah lowered her body onto Mandy's face.
Her womanhood was still wet from Mandy's previous attention and it parted
ever so delicately over Mandy's mouth and chin.  As her tongue passed over
Sarah's clit, her friend's thighs closed again over her ears like a pair of
deafening earmuffs.

   This must be what heaven is like, Mandy thought as she struggled to
process the wealth of information being fed through her other senses. 
Minutes passed, and she could tell when Sarah climaxed by the way her body
swayed and quivered on top of her.

   With the illusion of boudoir long behind them, the photographer took
complete control of the young women's compliant young bodies.  Over the
next 30 minutes, the girls were repositioned at least six times.  They
kissed, touched, and embraced in intimate and lewd poses.

   For better or worse, Mandy had chosen the path of submission.  She had
been fantasizing about this moment with Sarah for months and now it was all
happening at once.  She knew this opportunity might never happen again, and
so she refused to let it go to waste.  She would do anything Noah ordered
if it meant more time in the present.

   If Sarah showed any doubt or hesitation, then Mandy's confidence and
blind obedience kept her going.

   "Good girl," Noah said as he photographed her licking her best friend's
asshole.  The words sent a shiver down her spine.  She had never so much as
touched someone here before, but she loved the way it made Sarah squirm on
all fours.  Noah photographed them from above, exemplifying his power and
their complete ownership.

   Things started to wind down as exhaustion began to degrade their
performance.  The two girls lay naked, cuddled on the rug for several more
minutes as Noah captured this last moment of intimacy.

   Mandy lost time but was jolted back to reality by a sudden brightening
of the room.  She was not sure how long she had slept, but it did not feel
like much time has passed.  Sarah's warm body was still against hers, and
her arm was affectionately draped over her.  Noah had apparently turned on
the overhead lights.  Some of his equipment was put away, but he still held
a camera in his hand.

   Slowly, the girls got up as the photographer continued to take pictures.

   "What time is it?" Sarah asked.  Mandy instinctively reached for her
phone and remembered it was back with her other things.

   My clothes...

   "It's almost 11:30pm," Noah replied.  "You weren't sleeping long. 
Probably only like fifteen minutes." He looked at them from around the
camera.  "Sorry to wake you...  I just gotta start closing up the studio."

   Mandy felt a little disappointed to leave this cuddled position with her
friend, but begrudgingly she rose to her feet.  The girls barely spoke as
they grabbed their clothing from the floor and walked naked across the
studio.

   "That was..." Mandy started, but trailed off.

   "Yeah..."

   They seemed to agree, even if they could not find the words.  Mandy
chose to leave things alone rather than risk ruining the moment with
something as meaningless as a tangible word.  "Yeah," she agreed.  "Yeah,
it was."

   Half-dressed, Sarah looked at her behind their makeshift changing area.
"Was that...  are we...?"

   "We're good, I promise." As far as Mandy was concerned, it was the
truth.

   "I know.  I just...  that was...  fun and I didn't think it would happen
like that." Sarah looked at her feet.  "I don't mean I'm a lesbian...  but
nevermind, just ignore me.  I'm drunk."

   Mandy stared at her and looked again for the right words.

   It's okay, Sarah.  I have feelings for you and this was the best night
of my life.  Please don't freak out and leave me.

   "Yeah, me too," was the best she could do.

   Once dressed, the girls found Noah waiting for them by the entrance to
the studio.  His smile seemed different now that he had made the girls into
his own personal playthings.

   "I really hope you didn't drive," he said as the girls helped each other
keep their balance.  "Maybe the second bottle of wine was a bad call."

   "No," Mandy responded, "we're gonna get an Uber.  We're good."

   "Okay, good." He looked at them from head to toe.  "Where do you live?
I'm about to leave anyway, so I could just drive you.  I don't mind."

   The girls told him their neighborhood but assured him they were fine.

   "Seriously, I'm going past there anyway.  Come on, I insist."

   The girls followed him to his car and soon they were all on the road. 
Within minutes they were in front of Sarah's house and Mandy's friend was
drunkenly stumbling towards the door.  It was past midnight when they
pulled into Mandy's driveway, and all of the lights were off in her house.

   "You girls were amazing," Noah said as Mandy unfastened her seatbelt.

   "Thanks," she said with a blush.

   "No really, I mean it.  I know professional models that aren't as good
as you are.  Very good at following directions.  I like a model that does
that."

   "Yeah," Mandy responded meekly, wondering if she was finally starting to
sober up.  "It's kind of fun to just turn off your brain and do what you're
told sometimes."

   "Well, whatever it was, it worked."

   How long has his hand been on my lap?

   He kept talking.  "What were you thinking during that last session?"

   Mandy felt flushed.  "I...  I was trying not to.  Just going with the
flow."

   "And you had fun?"

   "Yeah I did."

   "You have a nice body." The words caught her off-guard.  "I loved
photographing it.  I could tell we were going to have fun tonight."

   He waited for her to respond, but she said nothing.

   Taking her silence as consent, his hand began to explore her.  She let
out a small moan as he grabbed her breast for the second time that night.

   Without a word, he used his other hand to unzip his pants and pull out
his hardening cock.

   Mandy felt a pang of guilt.  She wanted to believe that her evening with
Sarah had meant something.  She did not expect that they were in a
relationship, but Mandy hoped that it had been as special for her friend as
it had for her.  It felt wrong to sully that experience by giving herself
to another person so soon.

   However, as Noah placed a hand on the back of her head, she obediently
parted her lips and lowered her face into his lap.

   "Good girl," he said again as his cock slipped into her waiting mouth.

   Mandy knew how to give a skillful blowjob, with or without the
encouraging effect of alcohol.  However, Noah placed a second hand on her
head and immediately started forcing himself further down her throat.  He
seemed more interested in fucking her mouth than simply receiving a
blowjob.

   Mandy was more than happy to oblige.

   Her head bobbed up and down in the dark privacy of his car.  She slurped
and gagged as he continued pumping his manhood deep into her hungry mouth.

   "That's a good little model," he said, "such a good listener.  I should
have brought my camera, but I didn't think you would be such a little
tease. I know some people that would love to see you right now."

   Mandy continued vigorously swallowing his cock as he pulled his phone
from his pocket.  The interior of the car illuminated as the flash went off
in front of her face.

   "Open your eyes and look at me."

   The flash blinded her this time and a bright spot followed her wherever
she looked.  She closed her eyes again but the spot remained behind her
eyelids, fading from yellow to red.

   She followed his instruction, posing for several more photos.  He took
picture after picture of her clearly recognizable face being used and
defiled.

   "Good girl..." his voice was more hushed this time.  Something about
those words penetrated her, making her feel like less than a person.  It
was insulting and complimentary at the same time.  Mandy knew that whatever
it costed, she wanted to be a good girl.

   She needed to be a good girl.

   "You're going to model for me again," Noah said without a hint of doubt.

   Mandy tried to nod but could barely move under his oppressive grip.

   "You know Tyler, right?  He's a photographer too.  I told him what a
good little model you are.  He's going to love all the promotional pics I'm
gonna send his way.  I took lots for him.  Taking a few more."

   Neurons were firing inside Mandy's head like fireworks.  She tried to
speak, but the words came out muffled and indiscernible around his meaty
shaft.

   I wish Sarah was still here...

   She could feel Noah's body grow tense and his cock swelled in her mouth.
He pushed her face down and held her there as ropes of cum hit the back of
her throat.  With each thrust, another load made her gag.  His cum filled
her mouth and she feared that her choking may force it up her nose.  She
could feel it flowing down her tongue under the pull of gravity.

   She sucked him dry and swallowed his cum as quickly as she could.

   "Good slut," he whispered so low that Mandy thought she might have
imagined it.

   Even without seeing his screen, she knew that he must be recording her.
As she finished her job and pulled away, a stream of cum oozed from her
lips and down her chin and neck.

   Noah sat back in his chair, breathing heavily.  "Too bad your little
friend Sarah isn't here to clean you up."

   You read my mind.

   Mandy imagined Sarah's tongue running from her collarbone to her chin.
She imagined gladly sharing Noah's seed as he photographed the girls and
sent the photos to her former supervisor.

   Her head swirled as she sat upright, and it took a moment for the world
to stop spinning.  Some of his cum still lingered in the back of her mouth,
and she savored the taste a moment longer before gulping it down for the
camera.

   Moments later, she quietly crept through the house and to her room. 
Mandy knew that her mother was a heavy sleeper but did not want to risk
bumping into her.  Her clothes were thrown into a pile in the corner and
she climbed under the bedsheets.

   The cloud of alcohol was starting to lift.  She stared at the ceiling
and tried to put together the fragmented memories of what had just
happened. Strangely, the individual events and sensations still felt fresh
in her mind, but she struggled to put them together into a cohesive
narrative that made sense.

   She closed her eyes and opened them again, half-expecting to be in a
different place and time.  However, the same dark room surrounded her.  If
everything had been a dream, then apparently it was not over yet.

   Mandy smiled and rolled onto her side.

   Good girl.

   Her eyelids started to feel heavy and her muscles relaxed under their
own weight.  She struggled to hold onto the moment for just a little
longer, feeling the tingly numbness spread from her core to her limbs.  Her
body felt like it was falling through her bed and into a comforting abyss.
   I'm such a good girl --