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   Just so you know, there's no sex in the story.

   Andi and The Camera Club Ch.  01

   Hm, ....  'Models Required ...  A discrete Gentlemen's Camera Club seeks
open-minded attractive female models - no previous experience necessary. 
0779 ......  '

   I kept coming back to the advert in the local paper.  It was silly, of
course.  No girl in her right mind would ever respond to an ad like that!
Certainly not me!  But somehow I kept coming back to the ad.

   At 18 I'd long fantasised about being a model, after all what girl
hasn't?  And when you're slim, fairly pretty, with nice legs, cute bum, and
34c upstairs you think you have what it takes.

   But no way I was going to respond!  The next day as I looked again
through the classifieds, forcing myself NOT to look again at THAT ad, I
found myself browsing the Clubs section and noticed:

   'Gentlemen's Camera Cub for discerning broad-minded amateur
photographers.  New members welcome.  Wednesdays from 8pm, Michael's
Studio, 37 Main Street, 0779 .....'

   Yes, that looked familiar, the style, the layout, and looking at the
phone number given I flicked back to the model ad.  Yes, same number!  Of
course I just laughed, thinking 'dirty old pervs!' and didn't give it
another thought.

   Except that I did.  I kept imagining being a model for them, wondering
what they'd want, how far they'd expect me to go, what it would feel like
to be ogled, photographed, appreciated, desired, lusted over ...  mmm

   How was I to find out if they already had someone?  Could I make some
sort of discrete enquiry?  If only I was a bloke I could pose as a
broad-minded amateur photographer; but I certainly didn't want any of my
guy friends to know I was even thinking of it, so I couldn't ask them! 
Maybe I could pose as a teenage boy whose voice hasn't broken!  But then
they surely wouldn't discuss it.  How about I say I'm a potential model,
and withhold my phone number?

   I carried on with normal life, going to college, being a good girl at
home for mum, secretly trying on different skimpy outfits in my bedroom
every night, to see how sexy I looked ...  slowly stripping off each layer
in the bathroom as I watched myself in the mirror, my heart beating and
tummy churning.

   And yes, when Wednesday came round I just had to walk past number 37
Main Street at around 8pm ...  Yep, there were some nice ordinary looking
respectable men going in to Michael's Studio.  Crossing the road to walk
past on the other side of the road I glanced over and noticed a small
temporary sign on the door 'Gentlemen's Camera Club'

   Walking quickly home I withheld my number and called the one in the ads
...  it was ringing.

   My heart was in my throat and thumping so loud it had to be audible at
the other end when a deep pleasant voice answered, "Yes?"

   "Er, is that the camera club?" I asked, almost breathless.

   There was a pause, then, "yes it is, what can I do for you?"

   "Um, I saw an advert in the paper, models wanted? .."

   "That's right, are you interested?"

   "I think so ...  er, do you already have models booked?"

   "Not at the moment ..  Would you like to audition?"

   "Audition?" That caught me by surprise.  After a brief hesitation, "Oh!
...  Um, yes, I suppose ...  er, would next week be convenient?"

   "Can you come to Michael's Studio next Tuesday at lunchtime?  Do you
know where that is?"

   "Oh, er, yes I know it," not mentioning I'd already checked out the
address!  "But I don't think I can do Tuesday ...  I'll be at c ...  work
...  how about Wednesday evening?" I held my breath, wondering if he'd let
a potential model appear on club night without his having seen her first.

   He paused.  "What experience do you have, my dear?"

   "Well none, but your ad said that wouldn't be a problem?"

   "Not usually, no, but if we're going to take up club time I need to know
a little more.  Can you send me a photograph?  Just a snapshot of head and
shoulders perhaps?"

   "Er, I'm not supposed to give out my phone number ..."

   "You are 18?" he asked quickly.

   "Of course ..  Oh never mind ..  Maybe its not such a good idea ..."

   "No..  hold on ...  if you really are 18, I suppose we could just do a
quick audition and see where we go ..  Be at Michael's Studio at 7.50,
OK?...  Oh, and what's your name?"

   "Um, Mandy," quickly blurting the first name that came into my head

   "Very well, Mandy, be here on Wednesday at 7.50 and we'll take it from
there, ok?"

   "Sure, thanks, bye"

   I swallowed hard.  Thank goodness I'd withheld my number, and given a
false name.  I felt a little weak, a little shaky, a little excited, more
than a little turned on.  Of course I wasn't actually going to go, but the
act of making the enquiry was sort of sexy and naughty.  I had to look
through my wardrobe and drawers for something suitable, so I could pretend
that I was going to the audition.

   The week went by in a bit of a muddled blur.  Mum noticed that I was
distracted but apart from checking I wasn't ill she left me alone.  On the
one hand time crawled, and the next Wednesday loomed in the near future
like some kind of spectre, hovering, hardly getting closer.  On the other
hand, I found it difficult to concentrate on anything, including my college
work.  Every time I saw a man I knew I wondered if he went to the club. 
How would I react, cope if he was there?  But of course this was silly,
since I wasn't actually going to go, ...  was I?

   I knew the answer, but kept pretending up to the last minute.

   I told Mum that I was going out after tea to meet some friends, but
wouldn't be late back.

   And so here I was, opposite Michael's Studio on Wednesday at 7.40. 
Well, I didn't want to be late.  The discrete little sign wasn't yet in the
door, but there were lights on downstairs as well as on the floor above, so
someone must be setting up, I supposed.  It occurred to me that I didn't
know the name of the guy I spoke to on the phone, but I didn't think that
would be a problem.

   At 7.45 I couldn't wait any longer.  I took a deep breath, held it as I
smoothed my ponytail, pulled the low-front, cropped white t shirt straight
without uncovering the thin white bra, then tugged the mid-thigh blue skirt
snug on my hips, the yellow cotton hipster briefs well below its waistband.
Exhaling slowly I crossed the road, careful not to trip in my 2 inch black
heels, and pushed open the door.  There didn't seem to be anyone there, but
the stairs to the floor above were pretty obvious, so up I went turning
back on myself to the right.  At the top, another door, closed.  I knocked
and pushed this one open too.

   It looked like a cross between a lounge, an artist studio but with
lights, and a classroom.  To my right was a raised platform with the lights
that were in front of me all pointing at it.  On it was a simple wooden
stool and a neutral backdrop.  To my left was the open room, with a couple
of leather sofas against the long left wall under the windows onto the
street.  Facing me was a projector screen on the far wall.  And half
stooping, looking back at me sort of over his shoulder as he paused setting
up a lamp, was a middle-aged man with dark hair and a surprised look on his
face.

   "Hi, I'm An ..  Mandy?" I stood at the door and held my hand out, but of
course there was no way he could reach from where he was in front of the
platform.

   He appeared frozen in place ...  then seemed to come to life.  Quickly
straightening he wiped his hands on his button front shirt and came over.

   "I'm so sorry, Mandy, I didn't expect ...  I mean, you look, ...  er,
welcome ...  you're early!" he laughed nervously as if me being early
explained his reaction.

   He had the same deep voice from the phone conversation.  We shook hands
and I felt his eyes rapidly appraise me, then return to my face.  He smiled
warmly, and his eyes were bright; I thought, yes, I can do this!

   "Why don't you take a seat on the sofa for a moment while I finish
setting up, and we'll get you sorted ...  er, would you like a drink, or
anything?" He nodded over to the fourth wall and I noticed he'd already set
out some refreshments ...  it looked like everything had to paid for.

   "No, I'm ok thanks," I replied sitting carefully, demurely on the sofa,
knees together and slightly to one side, skirt decently covering my thighs,
mostly.

   "So I'm Brian, Mandy ...  well not Brian Mandy, ha ha, but yes ...  um
..." he prattled on and I could only suppose that I made him nervous, which
was a bit of a shock since I was the one new to all this.

   He seemed to give up on the lights and invited me to sit on the stool
while he did some light checks.  I complied, moving carefully but quickly,
and settled onto the stool with my knees pointing to my right, my body half
turned towards the room.  Brian stepped close with a small gadget which he
held near my face.

   "Just getting a light reading," he told me, then held it next to my
shoulder.  I watched closely, curious, and smiled to myself when I saw him
looking at the exposed chest and down my top.  He seemed to want to take a
reading against my skin there but couldn't bring himself to do it.  He
coughed and left the stage, getting a camera and facing me from the floor.

   "Ok, look natural, look at the camera ...  now to your right, now over
your shoulder to the left ...  wow you look great!"

   Just then the door opened and two more men came in, similar ages to
Brian.

   "Well what have we here, Brian?" the taller of the two called as soon as
he saw us.  I smiled at them, waiting for Brian to explain.

   He never got the chance, because the tall man came straight over.  "Well
hello, young lady!  My, you are gorgeous!  I hope you're going to model for
all of us, not just Brian here?"

   Flattered at his compliments, I grinned and replied, "I'm Mandy, and yes
I'm offering to model tonight, if you guys want me, that is?" adding the
last bit with a pretence at being coy.

   "Welcome Mandy, I'm John, ...  And yes, I think we'll all want you!"
grinning, he held out his hand, which I shook,

   "And I'm George," the other newcomer added, shaking my hand too.  He was
shorter and younger, fair haired, maybe 30s, quite good looking and
muscular.  I blushed.

   "She's ever so cute, Brian.  Where did you find her?" Asked George,
while John went over to the refreshments table.

   "She answered the ad, and I asked her here to audition," Brian replied,
and John called over, "You actually got a response?  Good for you, Mandy!"
as he returned carrying 3 cups.  One for George, one for himself, and one,
it seemed, for me!

   "Thanks," I said, taking it.  It looked and smelled like neat spirit. 
John tossed his back in one go, and looked at me expecting me to do the
same.  I tried, swallowed the fire, and immediately bent over coughing and
choking.

   I was helpless as I bent double, and felt hands comforting me and
rubbing my back, gently holding my arms.  Eyes streaming, when I
straightened I could tell that it was John and George who had been stroking
me, Brian just watching, embarrassed.

   "Oh!  I'm so sorry!" I said, half choking, pulling a tissue from my
skirt and dabbing my eyes.  "I didn't realise what it was!" I added
unnecessarily, trying not to smudge my mascara.

   "Here, have mine, to settle you," offered George, and gratefully I took
it, draining it in small sips.

   Despite being a little light headed, I felt better.

   The room had filled up a bit while I'd been incapacitated, but it seemed
only two newcomers had joined us.  David, shaved bald but a similar age to
Brian and John, and Tom, a white haired pensioner with a gleam in his eye.

   John introduced them, I said hi, and went over to the sofa to my bag,
for the mirror and to re-do my makeup.  As I repaired my face they all
seemed to be chatting very animatedly, and smiling in my direction.  So
far, I seemed to be a hit.

   "Why don't we get started?  Lets not keep Mandy waiting," suggested
John, and everyone busied themselves getting cameras out and looking busy.
"Would you sit back on the stool, Mandy?" he invited.

   Again Brian stepped closer to get a light reading, this time checking my
face, my shoulder, and yes, my chest.  His hand hovered just where the
neck-line of my cropped white t shirt swooped low, uncovering fully half of
the top slopes of my breasts as they jutted forward, the thin white bra
under the top only just covering the small but inflating nipples.  He
glanced nervously at me as he finished, but I made no protest and he seemed
reassured.  The other guys had watched, and John repeated the process for
himself, followed by George, and David, and finally Tom, who took his time.
Tom even brushed the back of his hand against my left breast by accident,
which sent a flush of warmth up my chest to my neck and a surge through my
nipple.

   The guys started taking pictures, and began giving directions.

   Click, click, click, click, click

   "That's it ...  look ahead ...  now down,"

   "Turn more to your left, facing us ...  look over your shoulder, now the
other ...  flick your hair .."

   In between more directions Brian asked me some questions.

   "What made you answer the Ad, Mandy?"

   Click, click, click, click, click

   "I was curious, and it looked interesting,"

   "Stand behind the stool, darling," that was John.  I stood

   "Did you feel you met all the criteria?" asked Brian

   Click, click, click, click

   "Yes, I think so .." I replied, not sure any more what the criteria
were.

   "Lean forward, darling, your hands on the stool," John again.  As I did
so, I knew I was presenting a down-blouse shot, and lifted my chin making
sure not to obstruct their view.

   Click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click

   "Oh beautiful!" said George.  I felt a quick thrill, and grinned

   "You're certainly female!" said Brian, still interviewing me

   "Now elbows on the stool," John again.  I did as he wanted, again chin
up, loving it.

   Click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click

   "Yes, I am," I grinned at Brian, "I think you can all see that!"

   "And you're attractive, another criteria, aren't you Mandy?" Brian
asked.

   "Same position, but from this side of the stool, Mandy, your back to
us," John demanded.

   "I think I'm attractive, but its more for you guys to decide than me!" I
replied, as I stood, stepped between the stool and the guys, turned my back
to them and stooped to rest my elbows on the stool, feet together.

   Click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click

   I hoped my skirt still covered my undies!  Well, half hoped, anyway, a
naughty rush going through me.  Looking over my shoulder, I noticed Tom and
George were almost at the floor, taking photos upwards!

   Click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click

   "The last criteria was open minded ...  are you open minded, Mandy?"
Brain asked

   The question was loaded of course, and I looked at them in the pause
where no cameras clicked.  Still in position I considered my answer, then
slowly, deliberately moved my left foot to my left, then my right foot to
my right parting my legs for them.  Oh, big rush!

   Click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click

   "I'd like to think so ..." I replied

   "Ok, keeping the same angle, still bending forward, straighten your arms
and lean your hands on the stool, darling," John's next instruction.

   Again I moved slowly and deliberately, my legs straight and feet the
same distance apart, body leaning forward at the same angle, arms
straightening.  They would now be able to see up my cropped t shirt and up
my short skirt.  What a successful choice of wardrobe, I congratulated
myself with another grin, watching them stoop for the shots they wanted.

   Click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click

   All the guys were taking turns to get a good angle upwards from low down
below the height of my hips.  This was as much fun as I'd hoped it would
be, and the guys were wonderfully absorbed in what the were doing.

   Brian and John nodded to each other and Brian suggested a break.

   "Ok Mandy, you're doing great.  Relax for a moment before we try the
next set.  Guys, you know the drill."

   As I turned and sat on the stool, the guys seemed to queue at a laptop
near the refreshment table, and I realised they were saving their photos to
the computer.  George brought me over another drink, which I sipped slowly
this time.

   "Thanks, " I said.  "Am I doing ok?" I asked

   "Look at the screen, Mandy, you'll see."

   Now that they were all either sitting on the sofas or leaning against
the table, a slide show began on the wall to the right of me.  A succession
of the pictures the guys had taken, more or less in the order of poses,
each guys work coming up before moving on to the next pose.

   They all chipped in with technical comments of each other's work, and
more thrilling for me, comments on the model.

   They were generous with their praise of me, starting with simple
compliments like how pretty I look, or how beautiful, soon progressing to
nice figure, well-proportioned, shapely, especially when the photos were
down my top, some blatantly just of my breasts.  They kept glancing over to
see how I was taking the comments, but I was loving all the attention, and
was probably grinning like an idiot, especially with three neat drinks
inside me.

   By now we were at the last two sets of pictures, where I had my back to
them all.  Tom and George's first pictures were of my undies, up my skirt.
The comments now included compliments on my legs and bum, or 'arse', which
became even more complimentary when I opened my legs.  I felt a glow of
pleasure, grinning at them as they glanced my way.  When the last up-skirt
and up-top pictures came round I thought I looked damned sexy, almost
gasping with delight when someone praised one Tom's pictures, for how he,

   "caught between her legs for pussy and tits perfectly focused."

   As they looked to me to see how I'd react, I simply took a slight bow on
my stool.  That seemed to release them from being careful with their words,
and after they'd all discussed 'pussy' and 'tits' for a good moment, Brian
introduced a more questioning approach.

   "While that is a great shot, Tom, its not quite right, is it?  It's the
same thing with the down-blouse shots of her tits earlier ...  its not the
technical detail, and its not the model ..."

   I frowned ...  what was the problem?  If its not me or the photo ...  I
looked at the picture again ...

   "It's the bra.  Mandy, you need to lose the bra, darling." John again.

   All eyes turned to me.

   How delicious, to have all that attention!

   "Do you think so too, Brian?" I asked, conversationally.

   "Yes," he replied without a pause, "You need to take off your bra."

   "Do you all want me to take my bra off?" I asked just for the fun of it,
and got five serious professional answers of 'yes'.

   So, sitting on the stool, facing them, I reached behind to unhook and
quickly removed the bra through arm holes, dropping the bra on the floor
just off the stage.

   "Great!  Now sit there while we re-take meter readings, and we'll start
again!" said John, getting up.

   They all took turns to check the lighting, and this time they all
somehow managed to brush against a breast.  It was fantastic.  First John
rubbed the back of his right hand against the upper slope of my left breast
making me gasp, grinned at me and gave way to George.  He checked the face
and shoulder, then pressing his right hand into the top of my left breast
then right, checked both sides.  I smiled at him as our eyes met, and Brian
came forward.  He rubbed slowly up and down against my left breast, then
did the same on my right, taking his time, making up for his earlier
reticence.  Dave, on his turn, pressed against my left breast, then my
right, then rubbed the back of his hand against the left nipple, and then
again the right.

   Finally Tom didn't bother with a meter, and just cupped my breasts
through the top, hefting them a little, grunting with satisfaction,
pinching both nipples erect before stepping away.  That felt exquisite, and
had my tummy doing all sorts of things as I rubbed my thighs together,
hands gripping the stool.  Looking down I could see hard points poking
against my top, making me feel even more sexy.

   I should say I was disgusted, but it was great!

   We re-did the standing behind the stool leaning forward on hands and
then elbows, giving them much better down-blouse shots, and I was asked to
pull the top a bit lower, to "show more tit" which of course I did, pulling
the top tight to my still aroused nipples.  Then it was time to stand on
the other side of the stool, arms straight.  I pulled my undies up close
into my pussy, moved my feet apart, bent forward as before with arms
straight, and let them get their up skirt and up top pictures.  I knew that
my uncovered breasts were hanging nicely for them, nipples probably on
show, and was rewarded with a lot more clicking.

   Feeling daring, I pushed back further from the stool, legs still
straight, my upper body now horizontal.

   Murmurs of approval and click, click, click, click, click.

   Then letting go of the stool I bent almost double, like I was touching
my toes, but I was careful not to hide behind my legs as I grabbed my
ankles and let the t shirt fall to expose my breasts completely.

   "Mm, great tits, darling!"

   "And your arse looks good like that!"

   Click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click,
click, click, click, click, click

   It didn't take much to slip the t shirt over my head and off.

   "Oh yes!  Good girl!"

   Click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click,
click, click, click, click, click

   Taking my time, I stood up keeping my hips facing away from them, but
half turning my upper body to give them a profile view of my naked breasts,
my hands in my hair, elbows raised.

   The cameras were going constantly.

   They let me 'express' myself for a bit, taking as many pictures as they
wanted.  I moved through a few poses that turned me on, pausing long enough
for them to record everything.  In some I was sitting on the stool facing
them, cupping my tits, covering them, or with my arms by my side, head
turned in various directions.  I stood, leaned forward, leaned back.  Sat
with legs apart, skirt pulled up to expose my yellow undies pulled in tight
for a camel toe.  I stood with my back to them and slowly undid my skirt
letting it fall while I looked over my shoulder at them.

   Now in just yellow hipster undies and black 2" heels I turned slowly and
repeated all the poses from before, keeping my briefs pulled up tight.  In
nearly all the poses I kept my legs apart, wanting them to stare at my
covered pussy and at my exposed tits.  I was loving it, and was grateful to
them for not pushing me, but letting me take my time, go at my own pace.

   Then I was again standing at the stool with my back to them, and my
hands slid down my sides to the band of my briefs, and tantalisingly slid
the back of them down below my cheeks, grinning at them as they almost fell
over themselves to get more shots.

   "That's as far as I go, boys," I said, "after all, I'm a good girl!" but
they didn't seem to mind.

   Pulling them back up I sat half naked through the review of the second
half of photos.  It was amazing to be so almost nude with five men, looking
at photos they had taken of my exposed body.  The comments were more earthy
this time, as they talked about my tits, my nipples, how my undies fitted
my arse, my pussy.  There were lots of close-ups, and they seemed content
with the pictures that they had.  I was impressed with how they caught the
way my nipples poked through the top, and even the areolas seemed to show
through the thin white cloth.  The topless pictures were great fun, and the
guys had made the most of capturing my exposed body.  My boobs looked nice
and round and full, the pink points very clear and pointy in the pictures.
I think they could tell how I enjoyed every time they mentioned 'tits',
'pussy' and 'arse'.

   I also posed topless for each of them to get a pic with me.  This got a
bit physical again, as first John stood next to me for the guys to take our
portrait.  In the beginning his left hand as on my bare waist, but with
successive pictures it rose up to land squarely on my left breast.  I
didn't object, but smiled for the camera.  Then it was George's turn, and
he just started with his left hand on my left breast and kept it there
through the pictures.

   John was a little bolder, and stood behind me with both his hands
supporting my breasts like a shelf hand bra.  It was all incredibly sexy
and getting me worked up even more.  Brian also stood behind me, his hands
falling over my shoulders to cup my breasts, lifting them and keeping the
nipples exposed.

   Then it was Tom.  Dirty old Tom!  He stood behind me like Brian, and
firmly rolled both nipples in his fingers, rolling and rolling them as the
sensations in my insides got squirmier.  My breath starting becoming short,
and before long I was almost panting, finding it hard to keep my eyes open.

   "Oh fuck!  I think she's gonna cum!" I heard from somewhere in front of
me, and squeezing my knees together I let the feeling wash through me and
over me, a series of small peaks of pleasure charging through me, going
right between my clamped thighs.

   Tom let go, and my breathing returned to normal.  I opened my eyes and
the guys were all staring.

   "Er, thanks, Tom!" I said a little sheepishly, and rubbed my sore
nipples.

   "Times up," announced Brian a little disappointed, which pleased me. 
Always leave your audience wanting more, they say.

   So when it was time to finish I put the top on without the bra, thanked
them all, gave each guy a kiss on the cheek, and left, turning down the
offers to walk me home.  I was back in my bedroom by 11pm, horny as fuck,
high as its possible to be.

   I masturbated for ages, replaying the whole thing in my mind.  It was a
wonderful experience; sexy, exciting, and safe.

   I'd quickly said goodnight to Mum, who sensed something but again left
me alone, and hurried upstairs.  I closed my bedroom door firmly, dropped
my bag on the bed, and walked sexily across to my three-quarter dressing
mirror.  It had been so arousing seeing the images of me on that big
screen, sitting with the men, hearing them comment, my clothes disappearing
in the pictures.

   I became aware that the process of unveiling was a turn-on for me, as
much as exposing myself to their looks, their cameras.  Since I wasn't
wearing the bra any more, I pinched my nipples through my top, just like
Tom had done, and was rewarded with visibly swelling nubs casting little
shadows on my white top.  And it felt good!  Not as good as when Tom did
it, but still good.  I giggled as I remembered how he'd made me orgasm in
front of the other guys, just touching my nipples!  I'd never managed that
on my own.

   Undoing the skirt I let it drop to the floor and kicked it out the way.
Studying my reflection I turned a little to the left and right, watching
how the light caught the gentle flare of my hips, the softness of my flat
tummy, and I pulled the yellow undies up close to make that visible camel
toe again.  Mm, it looked sexy!

   Crossing to my bag I grabbed my phone and took a couple of selfies then
put it down.  Hm ...  the top ...  grabbing the hem in both hands crossed
over I whipped it up and over my head, throwing onto the bed.  My boobs did
look good.  Nice shape, fairly full at this time of the month so 34c,
tipped in light pink with smallish surrounds.  Cupping them in both hands I
lifted them a little like Brian had done.  Mm, it felt so nice when someone
else's hands were on them.

   I turned round to look at my bum in the mirror, and naughtily slid the
back of the briefs down below my cheeks, like I had for the guys,
remembering just how wicked that had felt, and half regretted not going
further.  I didn't feel ready to be totally naked for cameras, but here in
my room?  Grinning, I pulled the front of my undies down to match the back,
pretending I'd let the guys see but not photograph it.  My thin dark bush
was nicely trimmed and shaped to point down, drawing the eye to the bare
lips below.  I dropped the unties to the floor and stepped out, shyly
covering my pussy with my left hand, then flashing the imaginary guys.

   The tops of my thighs were a little damp, and lying back on the bed with
knees drawn up I closed my eyes and let my fingers explore, sort of wishing
it was five pairs of mens hands doing the exploring.  Sliding a finger
gently up and down where my outer lips met, I spread a little moisture and
then felt my flower open her petals.  Ah, that felt good ...  and five
imaginary pairs of hands started to slip around my wet folds, dipping in,
rubbing in circles, getting close to my clit but reaching it ...  not yet
...

   In my head I could hear the imagined Brian asking, "Just how open minded
are you, Mandy?" and then the imagined John saying, "Oh look at her pussy!
Its very wet, but the glistening labia are catching the light ..  Look how
her clitoris is swelling.  Tom, give her clit some treatment, and Mandy
pinch your nipples ...."

   I obeyed, my left hand clamping hard on my left nipple, my right
becoming Tom's hand circling my clit, closer and closer, then gripping it
...  OH!  My tummy convulsed, my hips jerked, and Tom was again making me
cum, wave after wave, my pussy dripping and the wetness running between my
bum cheeks.

   After an age, I came to my senses.  I was now a it chilly, ad realised
that I must have fallen asleep, or passed out?

   Getting up off the bed, I threw on a robe and went into the hall towards
the bathroom for a shower.  Passing Mum she gave me a funny look like she
wanted to say something, but wasn't sure how to put it.  It mad me wonder
how quiet I'd just been, and I blushed deep red.  Mum just nodded at me and
went into her room.

   She knows!  She heard me masturbating, heard me cum!  It was so
embarrassing, and yet that familiar squirm in my tummy started all over
again.  What was happening to me?  I was becoming obsessed!  I must stop. I
mustn't do any of it ever again.

   But the photo session had been utterly amazing ...  I just had to do
that again!



   Andi and The Camera Club Ch.  02

   Of course I'd never do that again!  No way!  I'm never going to pose for
a Camera Club again!  And especially not topless!  I kept repeating this to
myself, believing it even as I popped into a newsagent the next afternoon
to buy the local paper for a neighbouring town.  After all, its good to
know what's going on elsewhere, right?  I repeated it even more as I just
happened to glance through the clubs section; and of course I wasn't
looking for camera clubs...  Ah!

   'The Camera Club, digital photography with weekly programme, editing
facilities.  A place to share your work and learn from others, Membership
gives access to all our facilities.  We meet Thursday evenings, 7.30 -
10.00pm, at 14A Broad Street, above the bakery.  Membership Secretary
0797...  '

   Taking the paper up to my bedroom as soon I was home, I turned again
with shaking fingers to that ad.  Hm, nothing about models wanted.  Nothing
about discrete, or broad minded...  no point in calling...

   Switching on my laptop I found the address, and going to street view...
14 (a bakery) but no 14A

   ...  no point in calling...

   No point in calling?  What was that supposed to mean?  I was never going
to do it again.  Ever!  I repeated this to myself as my hand toyed with my
mobile phone...  as I typed in the first few numbers...  And the rest ..

   Suddenly it was ringing at the other end!  Shit!

   "Hi, this is Geoff?"

   Shit, I thought.  Quickly putting the phone to my ear, I cleared my
throat, and said a rather strangled, "Hi."

   "Hello ..  I don't recognise the number...  are you calling about the
camera club?"

   "Er, yes ," I managed, a bit more fluent this time.

   "Oh, I'm really sorry, but we're full.  We had a great response to our
advert in the paper, and we can't take any more.  I can put you on the
waiting list if you like?  Bound to be some who either don't show up, or
don't come back next week, ha ha,"

   "Oh, but I wasn't ..  um, I mean...  oh never mind...  "

   "Wasn't what?  Not interested in membership?" he replied, sounding
curious.

   "Well no, not exactly...  "

   "Oh, well that's ok, I can still put you on reserve if you like... 
Um... so what were you interested in?  You sound like a young lady, am I
right?"

   "Er, yes...  I'm, er, 18," oh that sounded so like a lie!

   "OK, and what is an 18 year old young lady interested in with a Camera
Club, if not membership?"

   rHe wasn't making this easy for me...  Did I have to beg?  I could feel
the nerves churning up my tummy, but somehow this making me work for it was
really exciting, it was getting me a little fired up!

   "Well, I just wondered if you ever needed models at the club, you know,
on club nights?"

   There was a pause, as if he was choosing his next words carefully.

   "So you're interested in coming along to our club ..  to model...  to
pose for us...  to be our photographic model?"

   "Er,...  yes,...  yes I am...  " I was holding my breath.

   "And you are definitely at least 18 years old?"

   "Yes; I can bring my birth certificate if you want," What?  I screamed
to myself...  And give away my identity?

   "That would be good, yes...  Are you available tonight?  7.30, 14A Broad
Street?  Above the bakery?"

   "I'll find it," I assured him, looking again at the street view...  yes,
another door set back by the bakery.

   "Would you be able to bring your portfolio?"

   Damn, I thought.  "Er, well actually, I don't currently have a
portfolio...  its like...  a work in progress?" cringing even as I admitted
this.  Why hadn't I asked for copies of the photos from yesterday?

   "Oh...  So what experience do you have?"

   "Well no professional experience, but I have posed for...  er,... 
boyfriends,...  I mean friends, done selfies," he really was making me do
all the work here, but that seemed to make me feel more turned on, more
adventurous, and I continued, "some more glamour type if you understand
me...  is that the kind of thing you're interested in?"

   So now I actually WAS begging?  I was disgusted with myself and loving
it.  It seemed like a good idea not to mention last night.

   "Interesting, yes...  we would be interested in that kind of thing... 
what, er, are your measurements?"

   "Oh, um, well I suppose I'm a fairly pretty brunette, 34c and I think I
have nice legs and a cute bum,"

   "Nice...  Um...  So you'd be prepared to do some, er, swim wear
modelling for us?" he asked hesitantly.

   Now I was excited!

   "Certainly ..  Would you like one piece or bikini?" I screwed my eyes up
..  Just how brazen was I getting?

   "Bring both, and we'll see where we go...  " he paused, then, "So you're
definitely ok with swimsuit, lingerie...  and stuff?" his voice now sounded
strained, and catching his excitement my heart really was thumping now.

   "Yes, I can also do lingerie...  and stuff...  for a suitable fee...  "

   "Good, good...  well as I said, we'll see where we go...  um ..  See you
tonight...  oh, what's your name?"

   "Andrea,"

   "Ok, so we'll see you tonight, Andrea, at 7.30."

   "Thanks, bye then," I replied, ending the call.

   As I put the phone down with a shaking hand, I realised that I hadn't
withheld my number this time...  SHIT!...  Had I done that on purpose?  My
tummy was doing somersaults and I was almost wetting myself.

   If I didn't show up would they call back, maybe even trace my number!?
Did I have to go, just to stay out of trouble?

   No!  I can't do it, I can't go!  I mustn't!  I got up off my bed and
opened the top drawer of my dresser, leafing through the folder until I
pulled out my Birth Certificate which I placed carefully on the top
surface. I was just checking that I knew where it was.  I wasn't actually
going to show up.  Next I went over to my drawers and rummaged through to
find the school swimsuit...  a 'Lifeguard Speedo', blue, high leg, high
front, backless with cross-over straps.  I pulled it out and tossed it onto
the bed as an idea came to me.  Crossing to my desk I found my sewing kit
and tossed that on the bed too.  Then back to the drawers, to the
bikinis... the plain black one?  It was fairly modest.  I glanced across to
the swimsuit; the bikini joined it.  Sitting on the bed I got busy.

   **

   7.25 came and I was at the side door by the bakery.  It had been an
exhausting afternoon, full of indecision and nervous excitement.  When Mum
came home from work we had tea, but I didn't eat very much, and I could
tell that she was a bit worried about me while still trying to give me
space, allowing me to make the first move if I wanted to talk to her.  But
how do you tell your Mum you're becoming addicted to taking your clothes
off in front of strangers?

   After tea I had changed into a loose flared short skirt in pale green
with little yellow flowers, yellow cotton briefs, low-front t shirt over a
soft bra, flat pumps.  I'd decided today to wear my long hair loose.  In my
bag I had my hairbrush, makeup, bikini, swimsuit, and 2" black heels.

   Through the unlocked door, up the stairs (why are camera clubs
upstairs?) and a knock on the plain white door.

   It was opened by a nice looking man of middle height, probably mid
thirties, tidy short brown hair, in t shirt and jeans.  He seemed to look
me up and down, but quickly.  I couldn't tell what he thought.

   "Hi.  I'm Geoff, and I imagine you're Andrea?" He gestured for me to
come in, and I walked past into the room.

   "I'm afraid we're going to be a bit crowded today.  Like I said on the
phone, we've had a fantastic response to our advert, so there'll be fifteen
of us."

   I was standing in the middle of the room, looking around.  Opposite the
door there was an obvious set with backdrop and lights, all more
sophisticated looking than last night's club.  Beside that area to its left
as I looked at was a small curtained off section that I guessed was for
technical equipment.  The rest of the room was pretty bare, apart from a
table near the curtain.  No refreshments.  Blinds keeping the daylight out
from the windows to my left.  No stage or raised area.

   Geoff walked over to the desk and lifted a sheet of paper, glancing at
it as he told me, "This is a contract for you to sign before we begin.  Its
fairly standard.  The main points are that since you don't yet have a
portfolio there'll be no fee tonight, and we will own the rights to all the
pictures.  You're not expected to assume any pose that you don't want to.
But...  In return you will get copies to start your portfolio, both printed
glossies and emailed files .  If all this is acceptable, sign the contract
and write the email and mailing address for me to send the photos to.  Oh,
and you are signing to say that you are at least 18 years of age."

   I gulped.  There was a lot to take in here.  Mostly that I'd be using my
real name, giving my real address and real email!  With a flush of
excitement and anticipation I took the sheet and leant over the table to
fill in the blanks using his pen.

   Of course, I didn't have to pose in any way I didn't like, so I'd just
go as far as the swim wear and no further.  After all, there was no fee!

   As I was finishing, the door opened and the room started to fill up as
guys came in in groups of twos and threes, with the occasional guy on his
own.

   This time there were no introductions.  They just mingled with each
other, sorted out their camera bags; the newcomers obvious in that they
clearly didn't know many of the others.

   Once he'd checked my contract through and put it in a folder also on the
table, Geoff drew the session together by announcing in a loud voice,

   "This is Andrea, she'll be our model for today.  Just so we're clear,
since there are quite a few of us, all instructions to the model will be
from me.  If anyone has a particular suggestion, idea or request, you need
to talk to me and I'll consider it."

   Looking at me he added in a quieter voice, "Only take my instructions,
ok?  And remember, you don't have to do anything you're not comfortable
with, ok?" He smiled at me with an utterly charming reassuring smile, and I
felt I wanted to do my best for him.

   But my tummy had already started churning, and I jumped a little when
Geoff said loudly, "Ok, lets start with you as you are.  Behind the curtain
is a mirror and small dressing table.  Check your hair and make up, then go
to the set, please, Andrea."

   Ducking behind the curtain I saw that it was a tiny changing area, not a
technical space at all.  I placed my bag on the table.  Bending to look in
the mirror, I touched up my lips, tousled my hair, changed from flats into
heels and looked myself over in the mirror.  The short green skirt was tidy
and showed almost all of my slim toned smooth thighs; my legs looked nice,
and the white bra didn't show above the low neck line of the t shirt though
it was sort of visible through it.  Leaving the bag behind I stepped back
into the room.

   They were all ready, and with a hint of swing in my hips, and tummy
sucked in, I sauntered to the set.

   The backdrop was now of sky, the floor mat was printed as sand and there
was a straw shoulder bag on the mat.  Geoff added, "It's a beach scene. 
You've just arrived.  We'll take some shots of you looking out to sea,
checking out the beach, enjoying the sun, stretching, relaxing, ok?  We're
trying to tell a story, but keep it as natural as you can.  Take your
time."

   Picking up the beach bag and slinging it over my shoulder, I did my best
to seem natural but inside I couldn't help thinking about the swimwear
pictures yet to come, and I had butterflies in my tummy.  But why?  I asked
myself; its not like I was going to pose topless this time!  I even half
believed myself.

   After a good few front, back and side poses of looking around, Geoff
moved things on.  Through this first set the guys had come forward in small
groups to get close-ups before moving aside to let the next group up, while
they then contented themselves with pictures from further back and the
sides of the room.

   "Lets try swimwear, shall we?" suggested Geoff, to general murmurs of
approval.

   With a sense of excitement once again I slipped behind the curtain, this
time to change.  I made sure it was fully closed.  Slipping off my t shirt
and stepping out of my skirt I laid them on the chair provided, and in just
bra and undies pulled the blue swimsuit from my bag.  Seeing almost every
detail of my fingers through the thin blue lycra, I started to get second
thoughts about having taken out the linings from the top and gusset!  I
would be a lot more exposed under the lights than I'd thought back in my
bedroom.

   "Fuck," I muttered to myself.  Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves,
I dropped my briefs and stepped out of them and into the swimsuit, pulling
it quickly to my waist.  Then it was off with the bra and pull the suit up
over my shoulders.

   A quick check in the mirror and, "Here goes." Stepping back out through
the curtain I had a sudden thought, and scooted in again to put the 2"
black heels back on.  That felt better, and naughtier.

   Stepping once again onto the set to audible gasps I felt very exposed,
far more than I'd felt the previous night.  Maybe it was something to do
with wearing only one very thin, almost see-through layer under the glare
of bright lights and the scrutiny of 15 pairs of men's eyes scouring my
body.  Delicious!

   In front of the beach backdrop I followed Geoff's instructions, standing
with one knee bent and feet slightly apart, doing the occasional hair
flick, all the while holding on my hip an inflatable beach ball that had
appeared from somewhere.  Again the guys came forward in groups to get up
close and personal, as they say, and I could feel the intensity of their
one-eyed stares.  All this attention focused just on me was totally as good
as I remembered from yesterday, and it was addictive.  The thrill inside,
the buzz, was amazing and I was starting to feel horny.  I could also feel
the thin lycra clinging to my pussy lips, and could only imagine how much
detail they were getting.  I wondered if my neatly trimmed dark triangle
was showing through clearly.  I wanted to say to myself that I hoped not,
but I couldn't even pretend that was true.

   As each group of guys took turns to get close, their looks clearly told
me that they'd noticed my nipples and pussy through the thin swimsuit, many
of the men focusing their lenses between my legs or on my chest.  I loved
it...  The attention and sexual tension were truly intoxicating.

   I was definitely getting very horny.  Looking out at the assembled guys,
my worshippers almost, I caught Geoff's eye and I knew he could tell how I
was feeling.

   "How are you doing, Andrea?  Feeling ok?" he asked.  I nodded back, not
exactly smiling; I was feeling a bit too lustful by now.

   "Good choice of swimsuit," he continued, "it shows off the curves and
shape of your body beautifully.  Most...  er...  explicit, I mean,
expressive .." Oh fuck that turned me on!  And I was sure he could tell.

   Now Geoff started being a little more adventurous.

   "Hold the ball over your head, looking up...  feet apart...  " he
instructed.  As I obeyed, stretching the suit tight between my legs, I
could feel the suit pressing into my sex, arousing me more, making me want
to part my legs just a little wider, and to lick my lips.  So I did.

   Then it was, "turn around," for various bum shots, including bent
slightly forward, and shots from behind looking over my shoulder, or shots
from the side with my body in profile, all with the beach ball.  I realised
that Geoff was using it to keep my hands away from my body, not obstructing
their view except occasionally when he wanted to tease.

   "Did you bring the bikini?  Lets try that."

   Putting the ball down I hurried back behind the curtain and tried to
still my hammering heart.  So far it was everything I had hoped it would
be, just as exciting as yesterday.  Another naughty thought came into my
head, and despite being curtained off and invisible to the men, I faced
them as if they could see and sexily peeled the swimsuit straps off my
shoulders to bare my breasts, and then pulled the suit all the way down. 
Now naked, I parted my legs and gently fingered myself for a moment,
rubbing the slightly sticky dampness back into my folds.  Oh that felt so
good, and I giggled to myself as I imagined them watching me.  If only they
knew...

   Reluctantly I stopped masturbating and pulled the black bikini from my
bag.  It too was unlined now but being black was a little more discrete,
except that all my tummy and most of my boobs would be on show, and my
nipples were poking hard.  Once it was on, my hand slid inside my bikini
bottoms to again rub my pussy, mm that felt good, then I pinched my nipples
fully hard before I came back out and onto the set, still in the heels.

   Again there were pleasing mutterings of approval and then this time more
active poses; such as throwing, or as if jumping, or leaning forward. 
Being more active these poses challenged the security of the bikini, but I
cheekily let the top move, allowing what I hoped was a hint of light pink
areola.

   Geoff now wanted a sunbathing set, and he had me sit on a towel facing
the cameras, feet apart, while I put sun oil slowly on my chest and the
exposed parts of breasts, as well as my legs and tummy.  There were lots of
close ups, my nipples were hard, and I was sure that my lips were clearly
outlined in the thin black material of my bottoms.  I really was very
horny, and the lights were so hot, my mind and body were beginning to run
away with me.

   Geoff asked, "Do you have anything you'd like to do, for your portfolio?
Any other pictures?"

   He must have known how aroused I was, how intoxicated by the attention,
the sexuality of it all.

   "Um, maybe I could, you know, do it a bit more in glamour style?" I
suggested, fingering the strap of my bikini top.

   "What do you mean?" Geoff asked, and yes, I knew he was deliberately
making me work for this, making me humiliate myself, making me beg as if he
understood that just made it hotter for me.

   "I could, well, maybe take the top off?"

   "Yes, I suppose we can," he replied a little doubtfully, "but first how
about wet pictures?  "

   I didn't know what to make of that.  Was it some kind of lewd thing
about my gently leaking pussy?  Then I saw he had a water spray bottle. 
Ah!

   Walking up close he soaked my hair and bikini, taking his time to spray
each breast and between my thighs, and leaving a thin sheen of droplets on
my skin over the oil.

   Then stepping back again he made my poses a lot more sexual.  He gave me
lots of encouragement, and he had me on my hands and knees photographed
from the front with great angles on my boobs hanging in the small wet top,
and from behind looking over my shoulder again with knees apart.  I was
very horny indeed.

   Whenhe had me kneeling up he said, "Ok lets try without the top." It
felt like a huge relief to tug at the bikini straps and let the top fall
off, freeing my breasts into the air, and into full view.  And greeted with
more approving murmurings.  It was just what I needed, what I wanted.  What
I'd been craving.

   We did a lot more pictures of me topless, and Geoff listened to some of
the guys suggestions as they had me in every pose they wanted, some repeats
of earlier, others a bit more pornographic such as cupping my breasts in my
hands or pinching my nipples.  They also had me rubbing more sun oil into
my now naked breasts.

   "Mm you're looking hot!  Can you make the pictures any hotter, Andi?"
Damn, but he was turning things up!  I was so in the zone, so absorbed in
the eroticism of it all, I just pulled on one lace and undid the bikini
bottoms one side as I sat there facing them all, feet apart.  I felt drunk,
but without booze this time.  I undid the other lace.

   I was still sitting facing the room, and without direction I leant back
and pulled the bottoms lose but kept them draped between my legs, pussy
still covered.

   Then it was hands in my hair, and sitting up holding my boobs, and
leaning back on my elbows, before turning onto my knees and letting my
bottoms fall...  oh that felt so good!

   My legs were apart and my pussy was totally on show from behind...  I
wanted the guys to get a good look, to treat me like their porn model, and
watched over my shoulder as they hungrily gathered for the best angles...
then I turned back to sit, knees apart, now totally nude...  fuck it felt
good...  they gathered in their groups, feasting their stares on me, on my
exposed body...  I could feel my flower gently opening...  then I was on
hands and knees facing the cameras...  kneeling up cupping my boobs... 
covering my pussy with one hand, uncovering, almost orgasming...  needing
more...  parting my knees wider...  pressing my hand to pussy...  harder...
over and over...  oh it was close...  the waves approaching...  shuddering
as mini orgasms rippled through...

   Slowly I came to my senses and recovered, blushing at how wantonly I had
just behaved.  Smiling a little sheepishly, I stood up leaving the bikini
behind, blowing nude kisses I trotted daintily to change behind the
curtain.

   Once back in private I almost collapsed into the chair, hardly believing
what I had just done.  It was so much further than I'd gone the night
before, so much further than I'd intended.  Wiping the oil off my skin with
some tissues, I climbed back into my yellow briefs and white bra, then
stepped into the short green skirt with its yellow flowers, and finally
pulled the t shirt over my head.  Brushing the tangles out of my hair it
felt like it was another girl who'd so shamelessly exposed herself to a
whole roomful of strange men.

   Geoff called through the curtain to see if I was ok, before asking if I
did 'extras', but not understanding what he was talking about I just I
said, "Sorry, no."

   "When we've looked through the pictures I'll be in touch with your
copies, and I'll let you know if we want to invite you back for another
session, with a fee this time." Geoff responded, sounding maybe a little
disappointed?

   I felt tired, drained, so I finished dressing and came out to pick up
the discarded bikini and say goodbye, walking through the roomful of men
all busily putting away their cameras.

   Just as I reached the door Geoff called my name again.

   "Er, Andrea, I was, er, just wondering...  there's a pub we usually go
to round the corner, after we're done here...  would you fancy coming along
with us?  It'll help you unwind?"

   It was suggested so casually, but there was a hint of tension in the way
Geoff said it.  I hesitated at the door, half in, half out, and I suppose
it was because I didn't say no straight away that he added,

   "I think you might quite enjoy it...  "

   I didn't know why he might think that I'd enjoy going for a drink with a
bunch of guys I'd just undressed for, but the idea did seem to linger in my
thoughts.  I mean, these men had just seen me totally nude, naked.  To mix
socially with them after that would be embarrassing, humiliating, in a way.
My tummy squirmed.  What if they talked in the pub in front of strangers
about me being naked, nude?  For these men I'd never met before tonight?.
Of my own free will?  That really would be embarrassing!  Oh fuck, but my
tummy was really churning, and I felt I needed to rub my thighs together,
like when I need a wee.  Oh no, the thought of wetting myself as they
watched...  my nipples were starting to itch.

   Stupidly, I replied, "Ok," and came back into the room, as they all
hurried to clear up faster.

   So off we went to the pub which was only a short stroll round the
corner. Only about 8 guys came along with Geoff and me.  As we walked
round, I felt light-hearted again and buzzed with renewed energy.  Inside,
the pub was fairly quiet and non-descript.  Subdued lighting, plain pale
walls, typical pictures of local scenes, bench seats against the walls,
small tables in front with beer coasters and little stools.  It smelled of
beer, and there was some kind of jar of coins on the bar with a few small
colourful posters above it.

   While Geoff and another guy went to buy drinks, the rest of us sat round
a couple of tables pushed together in a corner.  They'd bought me a red
wine which was nice.  Almost immediately the guys started chatting about
the night, their pictures, me...  I just listened and relaxed as more
drinks were bought and the talk got louder.  I couldn't help but ask if I
was ok, wanting to hear them talk more about me, like last night at the
other club, wanting to hear them say how much they liked my body.

   And yes, at my prompting soon they were talking animatedly about me
nude. On the one hand I loved it of course, having deliberately steered the
conversation that way, but also I squirmed a little as other people not in
our group looked over, staring at me...  And yes, I loved that churning
feeling inside.  One older lady at a nearby table called me a tart...  oh
fuck that gave me a rush I can't explain.  It also made me very
self-conscious in my short skirt and low top.

   Geoff noticed my reactions and smiled to himself.  I could tell he was
thinking, and wondered what he was planning for club night next week.

   When it was time for the next round Geoff went to the bar, then came
back and asked me to go with him.  I supposed it was my turn to help bring
drinks over.  I hoped he didn't expect me to pay; I had no money really.

   A nice-looking fair haired guy around 30, wearing a 'Manager' badge with
his name, Paul, turned to me.  "Geoff here says you could help us out?"

   I was a bit surprised, and quite disappointed, but I tried to hide it
saying, "Um, sure, if you need help,...  I've worked behind a bar before."

   "Really, behind the bar as well?  That would really make it work!" he
said to Geoff.

   What?  Did he originally want me collecting empty glasses, I wondered;
but they didn't really seem busy enough to need anyone to help the two
young guys who were working the bar with him.

   The Manager Paul lifted bar flap.  "Come on through," he invited, so I
did.  "Ok, bottled beers and pops in these two fridges.  Only those three
pumps for bitters and two taps for lagers.  Usual mixer for syrup sodas. 
Optics as you can see.  Just enter the drinks in the till, prices are
already in there.  Any questions ask Mike and James," nodding at the two
barmen, both in their early twenties, maybe students, with untidy dark
hair, t shirts over jeans, and nicely muscled arms and chests.

   He let me do a quick circuit to get the layout in my head, then when I
was again facing the customers, he called loudly for silence.

   "Ok everyone.  You all know we're trying to beat the pub down the road
in this year's charity cash collection.  As you can see, our Pound Coin jar
is pretty empty still, and we need to fill it up tonight.  Sooooo...  ,"
dramatic pause, "a professional model has offered us some incentive." What
is he talking about.  I looked around for the model, and glanced at Geoff
who met my eye and grinned.  I frowned...  what WAS going on?  What had he
arranged?

   There was half-hearted applause.

   "And here she is!" pointing at me behind the bar.  I was a little
stunned.  Me?  A professional model?  What was going on?  I looked again at
Geoff for some clue, but he just smirked and winked.

   Paul continued, "If we can fill this jar with Pound Coins tonight,
she'll serve drinks behind the bar tonight without her t shirt and skirt!
Just in her undies!"

   What the fuck?!

   Whoops and whistles, and more enthusiastic applause this time.

   I blushed deep red!  That lady would REALLY think me a tart now!  I
pulled myself together.  Damn!  But yes, I can do this...  I can be a
professional model...  I can serve drinks in just my bra and briefs...  and
heels!

   Paul told me to get up on the bar so they could see me better, to give
them a little encouragement to dig in their pockets.  James brought a step
stool over from somewhere and held my hand as I clambered up.  He was
really quite cute, with a nice dimple in the middle of his chin and sparkly
brown eyes.  And pretty, long eyelashes.  Then I was up on the bar.  The
room looked so different from up here.  I could see everyone, and they
could all see me.  There were more whistles, and the bar got really packed
as guys came closer, some trying to see up my skirt, others asking what
colour knickers I was wearing.  I felt almost giddy, ashamed, ecstatic. 
"You'll have to wait and see!" I teased them, and then Paul helped me down
again behind the bar.

   I noticed a few people just leave.  Well not everyone would approve.  I
understood that.

   James, Mark and I were soon very busy serving drinks...  but there was a
great atmosphere with loads of banter, all good natured and mostly a little
risquÃ(C) or flirty...  and the Jar was steadily clinking as more coins
were put in.

   Suddenly a small crowd of people come in, with a guy in front who I
could swear had only just left.  "Yep, that's her," he announced over his
shoulder to the group following him.  "We just need to fill the jar!  Hey,
darlin'!" he called to me, "Tell these boys what happens if we fill that
jar with £1 coins?"

   Oh my!  My tummy went whoosh again and my knees were weak suddenly, and
holding the hand-pumps for support I admitted, "I serve drinks the rest of
the night in just my underwear, my bra and briefs...  and black heels!" I
added as a teasing afterthought, and having to say it out loud gave me
another huge buzz that made me light headed.

   Looking over to Paul, he smiled at me and nodded approvingly, then
gestured towards the jar.  They had responded...  and the jar was now full.

   Oh fuck!  That meant I really had to do it!  As if there was ever an
alternative.  Paul didn't make me get up on the bar top to strip, but James
and Mark came and stood one each side of me as I lifted the t shirt up over
my head.  Mark took it for me, his blue eyes looking into mine and smiling
in such a nice way...

   "The skirt too?" suggested James from the other side, and I realised I'd
sort of hesitated.  Grinning self consciously I undid the skirt and
stepping out of it, handed it to James.  The boys held their trophies up
high to many cheers, and I did a sort of stage bow and curtsey in just my
soft white bra, yellow cotton briefs and 2" black heels.  What a tart!  I
was very happy!

   The Pub did great business as plenty of guys queued up to gawp at me and
buy anything just to get close.  Mike and James were grinning and staring
too, when they got the chance.  It was such fun.  The atmosphere had been
great when I first started helping behind the bar, but it was positively
fizzing now.

   After a while, Paul loudly banged a new jar on the bar (or had he simply
emptied the old one?)

   Without asking me, he announced, "This jar is for £2 coins!  Fill it
up, and her bra comes off!"

   There were such loud hoots, whistles and calls at that!  He looked at me
eyebrows raised.  This was where I protest and tell him where to go, I
thought.  I couldn't help myself; I nodded and felt myself grinning like a
lunatic.

   Again we did a brisk trade, guys asking for £2 coins in their change,
and pretty soon all the ones in the pub were in the jar, but it still
wasn't very full.

   Then someone had the bright idea of seeing how full of £1 coins the
original jar was, and how about we just double that in any denomination,
notes included?  Paul and Geoff reckoned this was a great idea.

   It was getting a bit out of hand I thought, like they were on a mission
to get me topless, and it didn't take long for Paul to declare he had
enough!

   Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!  I thought to myself, half scared, half disgusted,
totally loving it.  I caught Geoff's eye, and he was just smiling, nodding
in a kind of told-you-so sort of way.  I stuck my tongue out at him.

   So with the help again of the lovely James and Mark I was up on the bar,
standing in just heels, undies and bra.

   Facing my baying audience, I reached behind slowly, unhooking, letting
the tension come off the shoulder straps, the cups sliding forward not
quite revealing anything...  then I turned my back on them except that I
was facing the two boys...  and I let the bra fall off my shoulders until
it was hanging from my left hand.  James and Mark got the full show and
appreciated it.  Wrapping my right arm over my nipples I then turned to
face the room, teasing...  before dropping my arm so that both hands were
at my sides.  I adored the cheers and whoops, and the flash of camera
phones.

   Back down again to help James and Mark with the customers and enjoying
the lovely comments about 'great tits'.

   It had been an amazing evening, and I didn't think I'd be able to top it
for a long time to come.  It was approaching the time to think about going
home.

   Paul again called for quiet.  I hoped they were just going to thank me
for being a good sport and announce the total they'd raised.

   "Well done everyone!  Now, for another £100, she'll take the knickers
off, but stay behind the bar...  for £500 she'll take the knickers off and
collect glasses!"

   Oh no!  Not totally nude?  Not stark fucking naked in a pub full of
strangers?  Not stark-fucking-nude-naked-bare-arsed-pussy-and-tits-on-show,
AND out there among them all where they can touch me, grope me?

   Oh fuck!  Shit!  Fuck, fuck, fuck, shitty fuck fuck bugger!

   More than a little unsteady, I reached out to the pump handles again for
support as my mind grappled with the escalation.

   Catching Paul's eye I just nodded, a little dazed.

   After quarter of an hour, the Paul was counting the money on the bar
top, surrounded by spectators.

   "That's £100...  " pause for more counting, "£200...  £3...  £4...
£487," he declared.  "£13 short!" he looked out over the crowd as a groan
went through them.

   "But hey, at least she gets her knickers off!  And when you buy a drink
you'll get a great view, won't they, Andrea?" he grinned at me.  I kind of
nodded back.

   "Oh, hang on," he added, as if he'd just thought of something.  "But I
haven't put anything in yet...  let me see...  " he got his wallet out and
teased the crowd as he looked through then pulled out a note holding it
high...  it's a...  £10...

   All of us knew he was teasing us, and waited for the predictable £5...
and we weren't disappointed.

   It might have been predictable, but Paul did the whole showmanship thing
well, and even I was laughing and enjoying it!

   Such a huge cheer.

   "Now behave, gentlemen...  anyone who upsets her will be barred from
coming in here again, and that includes her next night behind the bar!"
There were plenty of meek looks and promises to be 'good'.

   And his suggestion that I might do this again didn't get past me.  I
wanted to say, no way, but look what happened last time I tried that!

   James came over and suggested I just slip out of my briefs behind the
bar, make it easy on myself.  So I did, and with Mark and James
accompanying me, I strode out from behind he bar, totally bare arsed bare
titted naked to collect glasses.  We took our time, circling the whole room
letting anyone who wanted have a good look and take a pic.  It was funny,
really, quite a party mood and more like harmless fun than anything bad,
and I thoroughly enjoyed it.

   When we were back to the safety of the bar, we carried on serving drinks
but it was getting late and nearly time to close up.  Of course, a grinning
mike or James just had to keep squeezing by...  and I felt I owed it to
them to let them grope my arse lots and cop the occasional feel of a boob.
It was the most fun I could remember having.

   At closing time we quickly cleared up most of the glasses, then it was a
Team photo with Paul, Mike, James and me taken by Geoff who promised us all
copies.  I then dressed while Paul phoned for a taxi, and paid my fare.  I
felt a bit bad running out on James and Mark, who must have had their balls
full by now, I reckoned.  But they had to finish tidying, and I had to get
home...  maybe next time...

   Once I got home, and I didn't remember much of the ride, I said Hi to
Mum downstairs before hurrying up to my bedroom.  I was sure that Mum knew
I was nervous, excited.  I wasn't sure how I felt ..  It had been such
awesome fun, but on the other hand Geoff knew who I was...  I couldn't hide
any more...  and I was a bit nervous about seeing the pics...  Although it
was late I went back downstairs and after watching tv with mum for a bit, I
kissed her goodnight and went up to bed.  I reckined I'd given it enough
time and checked my emails on my phone ..  Nothing!!

   Aggh!  I got ready for bed almost feeling sick ..then PING an email!  It
was Geoff checking that he had the address right before sending the
portfolio...  I replied then turned on the computer to read his email
properly...

   Yep, here came the next one...  with attachments!  I kind of wanted to
get Mum to look at the pictures with me, but there was no way I could share
this with her!

   Ignoring the message I checked the attached photos...  How did I feel?
It was almost like looking at someone else, but at the same time it was
totally me.  The Swimsuit Pics showed my nipples clearly and the outline of
my pussy lips, and especially showed neatly trimmed pubes.  It was more
than I'd expected, but no less than I'd hoped.  It looked great.  There was
also lots of camel-toe, with the suit pulled into my crack.

   The bikini was still revealing but a bit more more subtle, except for
the nip slips which were plentiful and started a lot earlier than I'd
realised.  Very sexy.  I was quite proud of of my swim-wear pictures. 
Topless I really looked great, and the bottoms coming off were a great
tease...  pussy trim looked good, but a bit uneven ..  I may need help
there.  The only downside was the underwear marks on my skin that spoiled
the overall effect...  but at least I knew for next time.

   If there was ever a next time.

   Then I read the text...  another session!!  Woo hoo!  Geoff wanted me
back!

   So I took my computer into bed with me, resting it on my tummy as I
spread my legs, fingers rubbing slowly up and down my lips and circling my
clit, mmm, looking through all the pics again, wondering who I'd most like
to see them...  remembering the guys who took the pictures staring at my
naked body...  all the guys in the pub...  mmm...  it as rising, rising,
closer...  Rubbing faster, dipping inside...  Oh yes...  Nearly...  James
and Mark looking, groping...  OH!...  Mmm...  coming down...  Ahhh that was
better...  relaxing now.  Switching off the laptop and the lamp I lay down
to sleep, suddenly quite tired, already dreaming of my next session.



   Andi and The Camera Club Ch.  03

   My phone was ringing ...  Damn, its him!

   I was sitting at my dressing table, just looking out of my bedroom
window at the houses opposite that were warmly illuminated in the late
afternoon sunshine.  It had been a turbulent few days.  Emotionally
turbulent.  Not earth shattering.  Nothing that would make headlines or
change the course of history.  But for me, turning my expectations on their
head and showing me things about myself that until recently I had never
suspected.

   "Hi Andrea?  It's Geoff?"

   Of course it was the Photo club guy.  The one who'd sent me the pictures
I'd posed for only a few days ago.

   I still wasn't too sure how I felt about those pictures, about my two
recent forays into modelling.  I think 'very mixed emotions' was the best I
could come up with, and I didn't relish dwelling on the subject!

   "Er, yeah, hi," I replied, too embarrassed to say much else ...

   There was no way I was doing it again.  I knew I'd said that before, but
what if Mum found out what I'd done?  What if other people who knew me
found out?  I mean, there were already goodness knows how many photos out
there of me stripping, naked, and what's worse clearly enjoying it!  A slim
white brunette with long hair and brown eyes and 34c 'rack', as the guys so
eloquently put it.  And Geoff owned the rights to those pictures!  What a
slut!  Fuck, it was bad enough having fantasies about stripping, but to
actually do it!  And to have it recorded?  I must have been stupid, or just
incredibly horny, or both of course.

   But then, I had enjoyed looking through the pictures that Geoff had
emailed, and had to admit that I looked pretty good in them, and thankfully
Mum hadn't opened the envelope with the glossies.  I'd told her it was
another college prospectus that I didn't need, to discourage her from
wanting to see inside.

   Since looking through those photos, taking my small mirror with me into
the bathroom I'd managed to neaten up my dark landing strip ...  Just for
my own peace of mind, of course.

   Geoff was speaking again into my ear,

   "Got a favour to ask.  A friend of mine is an art teacher, and she has a
live drawing class last session today but her regular model can't make it
...  Any chance you can help her out?  She'd be really grateful, which
means I'd be really grateful?  Please?"

   "Well, I don't ..." I began but Geoff cut me off, continuing, " I knew
you'd do it; you'll be great, and its no big deal, just turn up, sit
quietly for a bit while the students draw you, then go; piece of cake."

   Without giving me a chance to really say 'no' he went on giving me
directions to a college in another town nearby, one I rarely went through,
though I did know where it was.  And then he was gone.

   Bugger!  Fuck!  Shit!  I hadn't exactly been very forceful, had I?  I
mean, its not like I turned him down, flat.

   Shit!

   So now that he was off the phone I did an internet search and found:

   Life modelling ...  Nudes ...  But all very tasteful and proper.  And it
was an Art class, which meant drawing presumably, no photographs; and by
students, so hopefully they'd be so bad that no-one could possibly
recognise me from their efforts.  Ok, so not too bad, just a matter of
being the only one naked in a room full of people all staring at me ... 
Mmmm, did it get better than that?

   No, wait, NOT mmmm, just ok, be professional, get it done, go, and next
time JUST SAY NO!!

   The problem was, despite deciding never to pose naked again, I knew I
liked it.  No, rephrase that, I loved it.  It made me feel so alive, so
aware of my body, so connected to the lustful horny men openly ogling my
nakedness.  Yes, I loved it.  The two sessions I'd done so far, both for
amateur camera clubs, had felt utterly amazing, and yes, I wanted that
experience again.  And I think Geoff knew it.

   I only had an hour to get ready, and took a quick look through the photo
sets Geoff had sent me to get myself 'in the mood'.  Noticing the marks on
my skin from tight underwear that showed in the pictures, the first thing
was to remove all underwear and put on a not-too-tight mid thigh
button-front dress with nothing beneath.  Damn, but I was already feeling
sexy!

   Since Mum wasn't using it, I took the car and drove out there, following
Geoff's directions to the college once I got to the town.  It was actually
quite easy to find.  But driving around without underwear on, knowing
you're about to get naked in front of a room full of people ...  Well its
difficult not to get at least a little turned on!

   Walking from the parked car to the building I felt the light breeze
ruffling my skirt and blowing a draft of cool air between my legs ... 
Girls, if you've never tried it you're missing out!

   But I was running a little late, and I had to hurry down the halls to
find the right room ...  Ah, here we are.

   Opening the door, I realised that I was even later than I'd feared, and
the room was already full of easels and people of various ages, from teens
to pensioners, everyone busily sorting paper and other things.

   "Hello, can I help you?" asked a nice trim looking lady in perhaps her
mid thirties.  Pretty with scruffy blonde hair stuffed into a ponytail and
no make-up, she wore jeans and a loose button front blue shirt.

   "Er, hi ...  I'm Andrea?  Geoff asked me to stand in?"

   "Oh, Andrea!  Wow!" adding the second bit after looking me over, which
brought a flush of pleasure and a little heat to my cheeks.  "I'm Alice ...
Um look, we really need to get started ...  If you could just get ready?"

   Despite her initial positive reaction, she seemed slightly disappointed
as she took in my loose dress, but I smiled reassuringly and walked across
to the small raised stage, which had what looked like a solid box elegantly
draped in a white cloth, presumably for posing on.

   With my back to the class, I quickly undid the buttons of my dress and
let it fall from my shoulders, then turned to face my audience, completely
naked, my bare ass perched against the cold box with my hands beside me on
its cloth-covered surface, feet together.

   There was a kind of eerie silence, like when you say something too loud
in a crowded room just as everyone else pauses.  Looking up I saw shock on
the students' faces.  Swallowing hard, I wondered what was wrong.

   Following the eyes of the students I too looked to Alice.

   "Er dear, its a LIVE class, with an actual model, not a LIFE class with
a nude one!  You're supposed to be clothed!"

   Oh FUCK!!

   The class burst out laughing, making me cringe in embarrassment and
humiliation.  Instinctively I wrapped an arm over my nipples and the other
hand over my neatly trimmed bush.

   But even as I sat there mortified, half hoping for that proverbial hole
in the ground to open up and swallow me ...  er ...  half-hoping??  the
laughter and pointing did something strange to me.  It was quite different
from when I exposed myself for the camera club with their leering
enthusiasm, but this time the humiliation itself, the 'getting it wrong'
was also turning up the heat in my belly and making me glow, my nipples
puckering to hard points.

   Oh even bigger FUCK!  FUCK!  FUCK!  Was I a humiliation slut as well as
an exhibitionist?  The embarrassing admission just made me hotter.  FUCK!

   Then a thought occurred to me ...  Did Geoff mean for me to
misunderstand?

   I didn't have time to think it through; Alice was still talking as I
just stood there naked, immobilised by surprise and indecision, my hands
still over my tits and pussy in front of the class

   "But since you're already naked, and prepared to pose like that ..." and
then she addressed the class.

   "Now everyone, we weren't going to have a life model in this class, no
nude drawings, but since we've got her, and a rather delightful model too,
we might as well make the most of her," and Alice grinned at me, a little
mischievously, I thought!

   Alice continued, "Now remember that this is an Art class, not a peep
show, and certainly not pornography!" And here she looked some of the
teenage boys in the eye, much to their discomfort, I noted.  However I also
noticed that most of the older men were staring at me hungrily!  The dirty
old pervs, I thought approvingly!

   The women in the room were harder to read, in a way, but I could
persuade myself it was a mix of jealousy, judgement, and acceptance.

   Still covering myself I waited while Alice gave her class a new set of
instructions.  Apparently drawing the nude body is subtly different from
drawing a clothed body, though I couldn't understand why; something to do
with not concentrating on the genitalia and primary sexual features and
hence distorting the balance ...  I tuned out, then was brought abruptly
back as Alice told me how she wanted me to pose, which was more or less as
I'd started.

   "No pornography or gynaecology, please, so knees together, hands by your
sides on the mount, let the light fall on your breasts ...  Yes like that,
so that your nipples cast a slight shadow ...  Nice ...  Chin up ... 
There!"

   And with a triumphant smile she withdrew to the side so that the class
could see me again in all my glorious nakedness.

   A sudden flush rushed through my already sensitive body, as well as that
feeling of vitality that had brought me back for more.

   Unlike for the Camera Clubs, I had to stay still and just hold this
position, but it was equally arousing as I let my eyes scan the room,
seeing so many people just staring at my nude body.  And there were no
cameras for them to hide behind, so I got to see the look in their eyes ...
Concentration, some smirking and giggles from the boys who were clearly
focusing on my tits and pubes, also appreciation, and in some cases
delicious lust.

   The weirdest thing was the way that only Alice seemed to look me in the
eye ...  As if eye contact was too personal, perhaps too human; I was only
an object to draw, after all.

   My musing was interrupted part way into class when a man came in,
announcing quietly to Alice.  "We had agreed to let my class ...  "
suddenly he stopped as he saw me.  " Oh my!"

   "I know, sorry about this," said Alice, "yes she is supposed to have
clothes on, but Geoff arranged for her to stand in for Cynthia, and she
just, well, decided to pose naked for us ...  Do you think your class might
be offended?"

   "Well no, probably not, but we weren't meant to be observing a nude
drawing class.  I haven't prepared them, and when you explained to them the
other day what to expect to see in an Art Live Drawing class, it wasn't
this." He sounded more confused and distracted than angry or excited, and I
felt a little cross and offended that he could be disappointed at having a
naked 'me' available.  What could be a nicer surprise?

   They carried on talking, noting that this was the only chance his class
were going to get to record an Art class in progress and still complete
their assignment on time.

   "I could ask her to cover up, but then it'll completely disrupt my class
...  The pose and light will change, we'll lose everything my students have
already accomplished today just for the sake of your class?"

   "You can't do that on my account, its already a big ask to allow my
photographers in here .."

   He paused to give it some final thought, but in my head I was shouting,
Photographers?!

   Not again, not so soon?  I was only doing this as a favour because there
were NO photographers.  It was a drawing class, for goodness sake.  While I
had my eyes down trying to understand my feelings I was interrupted by the
sudden bustling activity.  All at once they were in, the teachers giving
guidance about not getting in the way of the Artists or concentrating on
the model, but recording the work of the students.

   The photography tutor, it seemed his name was Mr Philips, had taken his
group aside, about ten of them, again of mixed age like the Drawing Class,
and while he was explaining things their attention kept wandering back to
me rather than their Tutor.  He looked very professional, mid weight and
height and fit looking, probably mid thirties I guessed, with dark blond
hair.

   He was telling them,

   "...  we aren't allowed to let you photograph nude models ...  " and
while I felt that confusing mix of relief and disappointment, it was
clearly deep disappointment I could see in the group's faces.

   Mr Philips continued, "...  so any pictures that show the model as naked
can't be used in the exhibition ."

   And suddenly I got it.  I'd been set up.  There were no coincidences
here.  Somehow Geoff had orchestrated the whole thing.  I didn't know
whether to be delighted at the thrill or angry at being so easily
manipulated.  But maybe I liked being manipulated?  And it gave me an
excuse that it wasn't all my fault?  I could pretend to myself that I'm not
a total exhibitionist submissive humiliation slut!  Actually, I rather
liked the sound of that!

   Not surprisingly soon most pictures were being taken with me clearly in
shot, from the front, of course!  Some of it was at least half-legitimate,
a photographer capturing the student's drawing with the subject, me, the
other side of the easel.  Other photographers seemed to be taking requests
from some of the students and were blatantly capturing my nude body, even
concentrating on my genitalia and primary sexual features.  It was in
danger of turning into a porn shoot.

   The teachers were discussing what to do with their classes' work, and
were too distracted to do anything about it.

   " So we'll mount the exhibition of both classes side by side ..."

   Exhibition?

   This was just getting worse and worse, but I could feel the now familiar
stirrings inside my tummy at the attention, the desire among the students,
and the thrilling excitement of my nakedness being exhibited, of being on
display.

   Just then Alice seemed to have another brilliant idea ...  Body paint!
She was giving a course next term and needed advertising material and
willing models, apparently, and it seemed that younger attractive female
nude models were in short supply.  And Mr Philips unsurprisingly
volunteered one of his photo classes to record the transformation, while
Alice seemed to assume I'd be up for it.  Again I felt conflicted between
excitement and fear, dread.

   But that was all for another day.

   I could now hear Alice on the phone to Geoff, thanking him for arranging
'this model', adding that Mark's class seemed to appreciate 'the girl's'
talents ...  "yes, she just stripped naked with no warning, so we simply
went with it ...  yes, that's right, her boobs and pubes in full view of
everyone right from the start, not exactly a hardship for us to look at, ha
ha ..."

   It was weird hearing myself discussed like this.  While a little
humiliated at being discussed as a 'thing' I was also predictably turned
on, and wished I could hear more.

   And then the class was wrapping up.  Alice thanked me with a brilliant
smile and gave instructions to her class for storing their drawings ready
for finishing off, and Mark was trying to corral his photographers.

   I turned to pick up my dress and heard a polite 'ahem' behind me. 
Turning, I saw a pretty young dark-haired woman dressed casually in jeans
and t shirt.  She was holding her mobile phone in front of her, and asked,
"would you mind if we, er, a quick selfie?"

   At first I didn't know what she wanted, but then suddenly understood she
wanted us side by side before I put my dress back on.

   By now I figured I had nothing to lose, so just smiled at her and
relaxed, letting the dress hang uselessly from my right hand.  The girl
quickly scooted to my left side and took the picture, showing me a nice
photo of the two of us smiling into her camera, my naked boobs clearly
showing.

   And that started a flood of requests which I obliged, although they
quickly became full body photos of a naked me with each student, the
pictures taken by the next in line.  It was different, but still exciting
and arousing in a subdued way.  Not so much sexual as nudist,
exhibitionist. But it's very satisfying to be wanted, and there's something
almost intoxicating in being the only one naked.

   Alice and Mark soon took charge again, stopping the show and getting
cleared away, though I did do a final pair of 'selfies' between the two
tutors, taken by one of Mark's students on both Mark's and then Alice's
phones.

   Finally, when I was dressed again, Alice walked me to my car.

   "I have a special Art class that you'll be perfect for my dear ...  I'll
be in touch.  What's your number?  And email?" Stupidly, I just gave them.
In return she pressed an envelope into my hand.  "Cynthia's usual fee ... I
hope that's ok?"

   On the drive home, naked under the dress, my mind was awhirl with the
usual mixture of arousal, excitement, pride, guilt and worry.

   Once home, I said a quick passing 'hello' to Mum and went straight up to
the shower, quickly stripping out of the dress in my bedroom and padding
naked up the landing to the bathroom.  I wanted to try that as a new
routine, to be naked at home at least for a little bit?

   Once the hot water was cascading over my body I started caressing my
sensitive skin, using shower cream to lubricate my hands, and was soon
masturbating, fingers stroking my hot folds at the top of my thighs, other
hand pulling and twisting engorged nipples as I replayed in my mind all the
attention my nudity had rewarded me with.  After a succession of delicious
rippling gentle cums, I dried myself and in just a wrap around towel went
down to Mum.  How much should I tell her?

   Just then the door bell went.

   "That'll be your cousin Sarah ...  Your Aunt Jane asked if she could
stay for a few days, so I said she could share with you ...  You don't
mind?"

   It was more a statement than a question, though I detected a hint of
uncertainty.  Mum knew we didn't get on, but as usual she was hoping that
this time we might be at least friendly with each other.

   That threw any chance I might have had of talking with Mum.  It also
threw me into a sudden panic!  Sarah might be only a year younger than me
but we had nothing in common.  Where I'm dark haired, she's fair, I'm 34c,
she's more 32b and shorter than me, so we couldn't share clothes, which was
a pity because she had good taste and a generous allowance.  We didn't seem
to share any interests although neither of us had a boyfriend at the
moment. Come to think of it, I didn't remember her ever having a boyfriend;
but she was doing well in school.

   So here I was in just a towel and she'll be dressed perfectly with not a
hair out of place!  Great!

   Then another panic hit me.  How was I going to get any privacy or get
back to Alice or Geoff?  Even if I wanted to?

   "I'll just go get dressed, Mum," I said quickly, and hurried back
upstairs.

   Well this seemed to be deciding things for me.  I'd have to put a stop
to this naked posing.  No more.  I'll turn Geoff down if he asks, and
Alice. Yes.  I wouldn't get any privacy since we were to share my room, and
there was no way I could stop Sarah using my computer, Mum would get too
suspicious of what I could possibly have to hide.

   So while supposedly getting dressed, I threw off the towel just for the
thrill of being naked again, and password protected the file where I saved
the pictures Geoff sent, and then hid the glossies under a loose corner of
the bedroom carpet and put a chair on it.  And of course I'd only use my
phone for email!  Brilliant!

   Quickly throwing on clean underwear, green t shirt and black leggings, I
returned downstairs just after Aunt Jane had gone.

   "Hi Sarah!" I greeted my cousin, trying to look pleased.

   "Oh, hi Andi," the younger girl replied somewhat unenthusiastically, her
fair hair elegantly gathered on top of her head, thin frame in designer
stretch jeans and blue baggy cotton sweater.  She looked stunning.  This
'vacation' was going to suck.

   We spent the next half hour getting Sarah settled in.  Mum got me to
drag the spare mattress into my room which I put on the floor between my
bed and computer since Mum insisted I give up my bed for my guest.  Except
she was no guest of mine, and with bad grace took my bedclothes off the bed
and made up the mattress before getting clean things for precious Sarah. 
That done, I couldn't wait to get some space so went down to the sitting
room while Sarah unpacked.

   Settling into the squishy armchair I checked my phone, and saw an email
from Geoff.  What new trouble did he want to get me into, I wondered?

   Hm, could I model on Saturday, tomorrow?  It seemed Geoff's club wanted
to take advantage of the good weather forecast and do an outdoor shoot in
the morning and needed a model, all very decent because it was outdoors, so
don't worry!

   Full of new resolve, I replied, "Sorry, no."

   There!  I did it!  I said 'no'!  I felt so proud of myself, like a
druggie turning down a fix.  I was so relieved.  Now I was safe: no more
photoshoots, computer clean, in the clear.

   Mum came in just then having put dinner in the oven, and we spent a
pleasant hour or so just being family.

   By the time we all sat down to dinner, Sarah was actually being friendly
and the three of us had quite a nice time simply chatting and catching up
on family gossip.

   Which was when Sarah said she knew some gossip about emails.

   "I love getting them," she said, including Mum and me as if she was
about to let us in on some deliciously dark family secret.  "But if you
don't password protect them you're asking for trouble!"

   "I'm guessing someone didn't?" replied Mum.

   "You're so right!  I came across an interesting one today from a man
called Geoff."

   Surely it was too much of a coincidence?  A sick horror filled my
stomach, and I quickly changed the subject.  But for the rest of the meal,
although Sarah seemed cheerful and pleasant I thought I detected a smugness
that didn't look good for me.  My appetite had shrunk out of sight.

   I had to wait through the after-dinner tidy and dishwasher-stack before
getting Sarah alone up in my room.

   She went straight over to my computer and opened 'Those Photos'.

   Speechless, I felt tears smart my eyes as Sarah scrolled through photo
after photo of me, naked, posing pornographically for Geoff's camera club,
and possibly worse, naked in the pub afterwards.  She opened them in order,
each picture progressively worse, not saying a word.  She kept looking from
the screen to me and back, rubbing in that she knew my dirty secret.  I
could feel my colour rising from my neck to my hairline, and in my
embarrassment my nipples tingled and the heat grew between my thighs.  I
thought I might pee myself.

   "Andrea you are such a slut," and she drew out the word 'slut', "posing
for Geoff, for photos like these.  And they weren't hard to find."

   "But I password protected the file where they're saved!"

   "But you didn't delete the email where Geoff sent them!"

   "But my emails are on my phone!"

   "And on your computer, they go there too, didn't you realise?  And your
email on your computer is always open, and I was curious about who this
Geoff is that you were talking to, since you got an email alert from him
while I was using it this afternoon.  Now him I'd love to meet!"

   While cringing in shame and humiliation, I noticed that Sarah hadn't
said anything about telling Mum, and I hoped for a moment that she'd just
let it go.

   "My brothers would kill to see these photos ..."

   Oh SHIT!  Blackmail ...  here it comes.

   But then she surprised me, " ...  unless you let me watch you at your
next photoshoot.  Otherwise I send the pictures to my brothers.  You'll
also let me have total access to all your emails sent and received, and all
files, or I send the pictures to my brothers."

   "But I'm not doing it anymore!"

   "Oh yes you are, or the pictures go to the boys!  You'll accept that
assignment you got offered next!  The one tomorrow."

   I didn't know what to say.  I'd already said 'no'.  On the other hand, I
seemed to be getting off light.  I tried another protest.

   "But I've already said 'no'?"

   "That's ok, I saw that and sent another straight after, look."

   Sarah called up a sent email on my account.  Sure enough 'I' had told
Geoff that actually I might be able to do it after all, I'd get back to him
tonight.

   Shit!

   "And here's the next one you're sending."

   Sarah opened a draft email.

   'Hi Geoff.  Good news, I can do Saturday after all.  My cousin Sarah is
coming too just to see what goes on, hope that's ok.  What time Saturday,
where, and what kind of outfits?'

   Sarah's finger hovered over the SEND, and she looked at me with eyebrow
raised.

   Sighing, I nodded.

   "No, Andrea, you say, 'Yes please Sarah, send the email, and you may
have total access to all my emails, sent and received'."

   Taking a breath, I repeated her words, "Yes please Sarah, send the mail,
and you may have total access to all my emails, sent and received."

   "Well done, Andrea, very responsive.  Now, you will also accept that I
am in charge of you, that you will do what I tell you.  Understand?"

   "No, Sarah, you can't .."

   "Oh but I can, Andrea, or my brothers get the photos!  You will now say,
'Yes, Sarah, I will do what you tell me from now on'."

   She looked at me, expectantly.  I glared back, but could feel my
defiance melt away.  I knew she'd carry out the threat, and even as I
watched she started drafting an email to her three brothers, putting them
all in the 'To' field.  She then started attaching some photos, a sequence
that had me stripping out of my bikini.  I watched horrified but
enthralled, and a part of me wanted her to send them.  But I couldn't go
through with that, I wasn't ready.  Ready?  Shit, I was confused!

   "Ok, stop!  Yes, Sarah, I will do whatever you tell me from now on."

   "Good girl!  Or should I say good slut?  Andrea, you will say, 'My name
is Andrea and I'm a slut'."

   Sighing, I repeated, "My name is Andrea and I'm a slut."

   Sarah grinned, clearly enjoying this.  "Now say, 'I'm Andrea, Sarah's
obedient slut'."

   Again I repeated, "I'm Andrea, Sarah's obedient slut."

   "Oh, I have a better idea, hang on," and Sarah took her mobile phone
from her pocket, holding it up towards me.  "I'm going to video you saying
it ...  go on!"

   Looking into the phone, I obediently stated, "I'm Andrea, Sarah's
obedient slut."

   "Good slut.  I think I'll call you, Asos, 'Andrea, Sarah's obedient
slut'.  Ha ha, that sounds like 'ass-os', which is funny cos your ass is
mine, slut!"

   I just stood there and took it, not having much choice, but my nipples
were tingling and I was burning between my thighs.

   "Ok, now say, 'my name is Andrea Kay, I'm 18 years old, and I'm such a
dirty slut I posed naked for a camera club full of horny guys'."

   Fuck, this was getting worse.  What would she do with this video
evidence?  More blackmail?

   At my hesitation Sarah turned back to her email draft, eyebrows raised
questioningly toward me.

   Sighing I repeated back, "hi, I'm Miss Andrea Kay, 18, and I'm a dirty
slut who posed for naked photographs with a camera club of horny men." I
told myself I just had to hide from her how much this was turning me on.

   Sarah nodded and grinned, then looked at me a bit funny.  "I'm sure I've
heard about this ..." and turning again to my computer she opened the
browser and searched for 'Domme' without even going private!

   "Sarah, you're not hiding the search!" I exclaimed.

   "No," she replied, "You're not hiding the search ...  its your
computer!" and she laughed.

   She made me stand over her shoulder and look too as she scrolled through
the images, soon refining her search to 'Femdom'.

   It wasn't long before she commented, "Slut, you should be kneeling next
to me, hands on your head!" and of course I obeyed as I'd promised.

   After looking and reading a bit more she again looked at me funny, and
asked, "Do you like this?  Are you a," and she turned back to read the
screen, "a submissive?"

   "Of course not, Sarah!" I replied, afraid of where this was leading.

   "I'm not so sure," she replied, "you're obeying very easily.  Stand up,
slut, pull your leggings and knickers down ...  lets see if you're even a
little bit moist?"

   I didn't really have a choice.  I stood and dropping my hands off my
head rolled down my leggings and knickers as ordered.  Sarah's hand went
straight between my thighs.

   "Knees apart, slut," which I did.  "Ha ha you're more than just moist!
My perfect older cousin Andrea is a submissive slut!  This is priceless! 
And put your hands back on your head."

   Sarah's fingers slowly stroked forwards and backwards over my slick
outer folds, spreading the seeping dampness, while I stood there naked from
tummy button to mid thigh.  My hands were obediently and submissively on my
head, and I was allowing my younger cousin to finger my exposed pussy which
had already been wet but which now was gently leaking in a continuous
sticky flow.

   Sarah held her phone up again; "Tell me that you are a submissive slut,
Ass-os."

   Groaning, hands on head, I replied for her video, "I'm a submissive
slut, Sarah."

   She laughed, adding, "We need to get you a collar and leash, it seems,"
gesturing to some of the pictures her searches had produced.

   Just then, an email alert came in.  Geoff.  While our attention went
back to the computer, Sarah continued to massage me, a finger slipping
between my folds every second or third pass, and I kept my hands on my head
and tried not to whimper in pleasure.

   'Hey Andrea.  Can you manage 8am, at the West entrance to Riley Woods,
the car park?  The light is good at that time.  Wear your smallest shorts
and a t shirt, nothing underneath, and sandals.  Hair in a ponytail.  Light
makeup.  We don't want panty or bra lines please.  We should finish about
midday.  Let me know if this is ok.

   Geoff'

   It was so weird reading an email from Geoff while being masturbated by
my cousin Sarah, but the weirdness made it hotter, and I finally parted my
knees a bit more to give better access.  Her left hand was between my
thighs, thumb uppermost and pressing gently at the top of my slit, fingers
flat against each other with her first finger now steadily sliding back and
forwards between my outer lips.  I rocked my hips slowly in time with her,
my breath reduced to short gasps, and I watched her type a one handed
reply,

   'No problem, see you there, A'

   Once that was sent she turned back to me, asking in a perfectly normal
way as if I wasn't panting, breasts heaving, jaw working, nostrils flaring,
hips grinding my pussy against her hand, "I assume you have some suitable
slutty shorts, Ass-os?"

   "Sarah," I managed to stammer as I felt my orgasm rising.

   She looked closely at my face, judging the moment, and abruptly stopped.

   "Nooo!" I cried, and she flashed a triumphant grin.

   "Get out all your smallest, most revealing shorts and thinnest tightest
t shirts, Ass-os."

   Much later, after going downstairs to say goodnight to Mum, who was
clearly relieved that we now seemed to be getting on better, we returned to
get ready for bed.  Of course, Sarah had first use of the bathroom, coming
back looking clean, fresh and pretty in her white and blue floral pjs. 
When I grabbed mine, she gave a stern, "No!  As my submissive obedient
slut, you sleep naked!  So strip, go use the bathroom, and when you come
back kneel at the foot of my bed, hands on your head."

   Doing as she said was no hardship, especially since I wanted to be naked
in my bedroom, and between there and the bathroom.  And having someone to
see me just made it more rewarding, especially as I was still frustrated
from my denied orgasm of earlier.  It wasn't the same doing myself in the
bathroom, so I stopped after a trial stroke or two.

   On my return she was already sitting up in my bed, the duvet over her
raised knees.  Obediently I knelt on the floor facing her, naked with my
hands on my head.  I was loving the interaction.

   "Slut, when its just us, you'll refer to yourself as 'Sarah's slut' like
its your name, and you call me 'Princess', which is what my name means
anyway.  Now, ask my permission to go to bed."

   Slightly amused, I said, "Sarah's slut asks permission to go to bed, my
Princess."

   "Ooh, MY Princess!  I that's good, slut.  You like this, don't you?" she
grinned, enjoying herself too.

   "Yes, my Princess, Sarah's slut is enjoying it so far."

   "Ok, slut, go to bed.  And don't masturbate!  If you please me I might
give you an orgasm tomorrow.  In the morning I expect a cup of coffee
brought to me by my naked slut.  If we're going to be at the woods for 8,
when do we need to leave?"

   I got into my bed, the mattress on the floor, and we worked out when we
needed to be up in order to be showered and breakfasted in time.  It was
funny, but despite the weirdness of our new relationship, or maybe because
of it, we were actually getting on more like friends than we ever had
before.  And with that happy thought, I drifted off to sleep, hands between
my knees but nowhere near my still warm pussy.

   The morning dawned bright, clear and dry, though a little chilly.  I
rose first, as required, and after using the bathroom got Sarah's
permission to put on a dressing gown to go downstairs and make her coffee.
By the time we were having breakfast, both showered, hair washed, and
dressed for the outing though I had a long baggy grey cardigan over my
shorts and t shirt, Mum came downstairs and asked why we were up so early.

   "Oh, I wanted to go out for a morning walk, and Assos wanted to come
too, didn't you?" Sarah said it lightly, and of course I just nodded,
smiling as if that was exactly what was going on.  Sarah looked the part in
her clean jeans, tailored blue shirt and sensible shoes.

   "Assos?" asked Mum.

   Sarah replied, "It's a form of 'Andrea', kind of like my special name
for her?" and she looked at me to back her up.

   "Don't you mind it, Andrea?" Mum asked, and I answered without
hesitation, "I like it, Mum, it sort of fits me?" looking back at Sarah for
her approval, pleased to get her gentle nod.

   "Oh well, at least you girls are getting on better.  Its nice that
you're going out together.  Will you be back for lunch?  I was thinking of
having lunch out.  Would you like to come too?"

   "That sounds great, Mum.  I reckon we'll be back by midday?" again
looking to Sarah for her agreement.

   "Yeah, we should be back by then.  But Assos can always text you if
we're gonna be late," Sarah added.

   The three of us had a pleasant few minutes together before Sarah and I
had to go and catch a bus from around the corner that dropped us right at
the West car park to the popular Riley Woods.

   As soon as we got through the Entrance we could see the little group of
club members.  I counted 16 of them including Geoff himself, and as soon as
we reached them I introduced Sarah to Geoff, middle height, nice looking
and mid thirties, tidy short brown hair, in long sleeved shirt and jeans.
She held out her hand to shake but he gallantly stooped and kissed it,
which made her smile and even give a little nod of approval.  She was
taking to this Domme thing far too easily!

   "Show Geoff your outfit, Assos," she commanded, and he raised his
eyebrow in unspoken question at her tone.  I opened the long loose grey
cardigan to show him the cut-off denim shorts that had once been low slung
jeans and the old faded thin red t shirt that stretched tight across my
chest and stopped a few centimetres above my tummy button which was nicely
framed above and below.

   "Ha ha, that should raise the temperature this morning!" he commented,
and turned to his group to start organising things.

   Sarah had savaged the old jeans last night using my sewing shears to
remove the legs and fray the edges until they were barely more than minimal
briefs, showing a good portion of my ass cheeks at the back.  At the moment
that view was still covered by the cardigan which I again wrapped round
myself until we were on-set.

   With Sarah and me tagging along at the back, we all trooped off along
one of the well trodden paths for a minute or two before Geoff led us away
to the left for a hundred metres or so, to a small secluded glade dappled
in the green filtered rays of a fairly low sun.  It was very pretty with
grass, ferns, fallen boughs and lush vegetation; quite suitable.

   Turning to Sarah, Geoff asked, "Did you want to be in the photographs,
too?  You have the look, and your fair slenderness would make a lovely
contrast with Andrea's dark beauty."

   Sarah hesitated, complicated machinations clearly tumbling through her
imagination, then went off with Geoff away from everyone else, the two of
them deep in private conversation.

   After a moment Geoff returned to take charge.

   "Ok, so Andrea, I thought we'd start with you leaning against various
trees or fallen boughs looking natural.  Don't smile, just relax your face
and feel inwardly happy, at peace with yourself and the woodland.  Ok? 
Right everyone, lets get ready.  Do your light meter readings now, and
we'll re-do them again in about fifteen minutes, ok?  Andrea, would you
stand over there so we can all check the light on you?"

   Obediently I went and stood next to a grand old tree with gnarled bark,
full of character.  It felt like its great age contrasted with my youth and
smooth skin, but maybe I was trying to be too artistic and I felt a little
foolish and pretentious.  Despite that, I decided to go for a look of young
blank innocence, a page as yet unwritten in the book of life.  Listen to
me, I thought, amused at myself.

   And so we started.  This was my first attempt at real modelling.  The
other experiences had just been exhibitionism in front of a camera, or lots
of cameras, but this felt rewarding in a different way.  It was fun, and I
happily went along with all the requests of the group, leaning back with my
arms behind me, or over my head, turning this and that, feet together, feet
apart, knee bent with foot against the trunk.  I was pretty sure that the
cool air pinching my nipples was making them stick out against the thin top
that Sarah had approved, but it felt just natural, not naughty.  Geoff and
Sarah had soon become absorbed again in their own discussion.  What on
earth could they have to talk about?

   It wasn't long before it was time for the first break and more light
readings, and Sarah returned to stand as close to me as she could without
getting in the pictures.  Once we started again I could tell that she was
more than just fascinated; she needed to be a part of what was going on.

   "Turn round so your facing the tree, your head to the left, hands above
your head caressing the bark," she instructed.  I glanced at Geoff for his
agreement, but it seemed he was comfortable with Sarah giving directions,
and the club members just let her take the lead.

   I turned, and heard the murmurs of approval at how much bare ass I was
showing.

   "Keep your hands there, but move your feet back, leaning forward a
little ...  yes, like that ...  feet apart.  Good girl."

   She soon had me leaning right over, legs apart but straight and body
horizontal, the t shirt too tight to reveal anything as it gaped at the
hem. The group didn't mind the view of my bum, though.

   "Move over to that log there, the fallen trunk." I moved to where she
indicated, to a big log about half a metre across lying on the soft earth.

   "Sit on it, knees together, hands either side." I did, though the bark
was a bit prickly against my bare bum.  "Now throw your right leg over the
trunk so your sitting astride it.  Yes, that's right, leaning on your hands
in front of you.  Look up.  Nice.  Now lie back, hands falling either side
of you." This position seemed to point my pubic mound towards the sky, and
I wondered if they could see anything up the leg holes of my tiny frayed
denims.  "Now hands above your head.  Perfect!"

   I felt very exposed like this, as if my whole body was pointing to my
pussy which I guessed was what Sarah wanted, and yet I knew she wasn't
satisfied.  She needed to go further but fortunately was only beginning to
find her way; this was a whole new experience for her.

   But at that point Geoff wrapped up the session, and everyone relaxed,
getting out thermos flasks and snacks.  One guy offered his hand to help me
sit up, and another gave me a coffee.  Inside I felt relaxed, happy that
I'd come through without disgracing myself as a model or as a person, and
started looking forward to lunch with Mum.  Sipping my coffee I looked
around, seeing the guys gathering in small groups, comparing the shots
they'd got, talking photo technical jargon and generally enjoying
themselves.  Beyond the sound of the group chatter I could hear walkers
having their own conversations not so far away, though I couldn't see
anyone.  I was left alone, which was fine, and even Sarah abandoned me to
chat with her new friend, Geoff.

   I expected everyone to start packing up, but I was wrong.  Geoff called
everyone to listen, and then Sarah asked fairly quietly but with confidence
if anyone was interested in a second session.

   There was a moments quiet while the guys thought about it, and Sarah
added,

   "Its still early, and Andrea is available for a bit longer.  She's ready
to try some more adventurous pictures."

   Again there was a pause while all pairs of eyes swivelled my way for a
moment until someone asked, "How adventurous?" while I sat there in
silence, knowing what might be expected especially after the blatant posing
I'd done for them last time.  Did I mind?  Not really.  I was sort of
resigned now to keeping this nude posing thing going since Sarah was so
fascinated by it.  It was a bit scary knowing that we were in a public
place even if secluded.  But we could be discovered at any time, and yes,
that made it a bit more exciting.

   Sarah, with a knowing glance at Geoff, answered, "Andrea could get very
adventurous, if the club will help cover expenses ...  " and she left that
suggestion hanging in the air.

   Geoff responded on behalf of the club, suggesting, "How about, guys, we
pay an extra £10 each to cover the model's costs.  Sarah that's your fee;
the more guys stay, the more you get," and he looked round the group to see
how they took to his idea.  There were lots of nods and quiet 'ok's, and
Geoff continued, "Anyone not wanting to stay you have, lets say, five
minutes to pack up?" It seemed fair, and no-one complained, so I guessed
I'd been volunteered to keep going.  Thanks, Sarah, I thought.  She hadn't
even consulted me.  Nor had Geoff.

   That being decided, Sarah sidled over to me and explained that she'd
negotiated a fee for me this time.

   "Don't thank me!" she added, seeing my lack of enthusiasm.  "All fees
will be split 3 ways: one third to me as agent for negotiating, one third
to you as model, one third for us to use for expenses like clothing, props,
travel if we can't get the punters to pay for those."

   "But Sarah, you make it sound like we're doing this again, like we're in
business?"

   "Oh, but we are, my favourite slut, and from now on we're not giving
away your goodies for nothing.  You're so naïve for a slut!  But don't
worry, now that I'm managing things we'll make some money.  Oh, and don't
forget who you are and what you are.  Let me hear you say it."

   "I'm your obedient submissive slut, my Princess," I answered quietly so
that no-one else might hear.  Sarah smiled, patted me on the head, and
suggested I get myself ready.

   Getting up from the log I gave my coffee cup back to its owner, smiling
my thanks, and returned to the big old tree.  The guys were all getting
cameras ready again, starting light meter readings, and I couldn't see that
anyone had left.  Geoff was going round with a camera bag collecting £10
notes.  Once everyone seemed ready, he called the session and we were back
in business, literally in business since I was now a Professional Model
with a Manager.

   It made my heart race knowing that, like there was now some
transformation.  It was no longer me doing them a favour, helping them out.
I was now their employed model, and I had to give them their money's worth,
I had to do a good job.  Taking a steadying breath, I leaned back against
the big tree again, ready to begin.

   "Ok," Sarah began, "we'll start with similar poses to before, but first
I want you to slowly undo your shorts.  Nice and slow so the guys can
capture it."

   My hands went to the button on my waistband and popped it, but my eyes
were on Sarah.  She was staring at me, alternating between my eyes and my
hands, and her own eyes were bright with excitement.  She was loving this,
excited by it, probably turned on by it, and catching her mood I felt
myself responding, doing it now for her.  Using the tips of my fingers I
dragged the zipper down, centimetre by centimetre, seeing the approval in
her face.  Once lowered fully, I peeled the top flaps of the shorts aside
so that a hint of my dark bush would show.

   "Put your hand inside," she commanded, her voice husky, and I obeyed, my
fingers wrapping under the curve of my body to cup my rapidly heating sex,
pressing it, rubbing it in gentle movements, loving myself for Sarah, my
Princess.

   "Left hand to your breast." Up it went, pinching and pulling the nipple
through the thin red top.  "Under the top." Skin to skin I repeated the
teasing, my top now riding up to uncover my tummy and the lower slope of my
left breast.  "Show me, show everyone." I pulled the top up and out of the
way, my left tit uncovered, and twisted the nipple without covering it, so
everyone could see.  The photographers were recording everything but this
wasn't about them anymore.  It was between me and Sarah.

   "Take your top off," she commanded.  Crossing my hands over I grasped
the hem and peeled the red t shirt up to my neck, then over my head, then
off and let it hang from my right hand.

   She then had me lean back against the tree again, hands behind me but
this time topless, then again leaning against the tree, bare boobs now
hanging down.  I held this position for a while so that everyone could find
a new angle to get the pictures they wanted.

   "Now back to the log," she told me, and again I sat with hands either
side, but this time knees wide apart, the sides of my pussy probably
visible up the legs of the cut off shorts.  Sarah was loving it, which made
me proud, happy and excited.

   "Legs either side like before ...  And lie back." I did, taking my time,
boobs nicely exposed before I was lying back, again my pussy emphasised and
pointing skywards.

   "Now, inch the shorts down as far as they can go." Oh, this was nice.  I
looked lovingly at Sarah and silently thanked her for letting me expose
myself for her, especially in front of others.  With my legs either side of
the log, the shorts couldn't come down very far, but I could bunch them so
that almost all my bush was fully displayed.  I didn't think we could do
more.

   "Take them off, then back in that position." Sarah's fierce whisper
filled the glade, and there were gasps of anticipation from some of the
guys.  Raising my knees high I slid the shorts from under me and up my legs
and off, then spread my knees to expose my self totally.  Sarah was almost
glowing, and I felt a surge of pride at pleasing her.  My right hand crept
to my belly and caressed the soft dark hairs of my bush.  I silently asked
my Princess for permission, and she nodded, encouraging me to continue. 
Finger nails grazed through my pubes and stroked the swollen damp folds
beneath, which parted at the lightest touch.

   "Um, er, that's all f-folks," stammered Geoff, his voice strained, and I
broke out of my almost hypnotic trance.  With a shrug, raised eyebrow and
half smile at Sarah, I struggled back into a sitting position and with
great care got up off the log, trying not to injure my soft skin on the
rough surface.  Picking up the discarded shorts I went to retrieve the top,
too, while Geoff had an intense conversation with Sarah who was calmly
holding her own, I was pleased to see.

   The guys weren't disappointed at the abrupt end, and some even threw a
tip into the camera bag, grinning at me in the nicest possible way.  By the
time I was dressed again Geoff and Sarah came over, Geoff saying he would
drive us back home.

   Everyone was now packing away, and the three of us collected the fees
and started back to the car park, walking in companionable silence.  The
drive home was also fairly quiet, though Geoff did say that he was pleased
with the morning's shoot and would email and post the usual copies of the
day's fruits.  At the promise to post copies, Sarah gave me a quizzical
look, and I knew I'd have to show her the glossies from before.  Since
Geoff already had my home address on file I didn't mind giving directions
to the house, though we did ask him to drop us round the corner.

   We thanked him for the lift and got home around midday.  Sarah kept mum
talking while I went straight upstairs to change into underwear, jeans and
a pale blue sweater.  When I came back down Sarah was telling Mum how she'd
enjoyed the walk but couldn't exactly explain where we'd gone.  A change of
subject seemed in order.

   "So where did you want to go for lunch, Mum?" I asked, and that nicely
steered the conversation to safer ground which saw us through the drive to
a nice cafÃ(C) in town, parking the car, and perusal of the menu. 
Discussion of Sarah's clothes and schoolwork did the rest, and by mid
afternoon Sarah and I were back in our room after spending an hour or two
window shopping in town.

   I switched my phone back on, having been too distracted until then, and
saw that I had an email.  Sarah turned on the computer.  It was from Alice.
She was asking if I would be available for the body-paint workshop
promotion at 7pm on Tuesday at the College, So I had to explain the Art
Class situation to her, and while I was at it went over to the chair, and
moving it retrieved the glossies from under the carpet, handing them to
her.

   "Good slut!" Sarah beamed at me, and I felt a rush of pleasure.  "These
look great!  I hope today's turn out as good."

   Then turning back to the email she replied to Alice, signing herself as
'Sarah, on behalf of my cousin Andrea'.

   We then counted up our fee from the day's work, and Sarah decided we had
£60 to spend on props.  I could see her mind scheming again, and wondered
what new escapade she had in mind.  After all, Alice's session didn't
require anything of us except turning up whenever she got the thing going.

   Sarah was just getting started though, and first she set up an
electronic payment account in my name, then started browsing fetish
clothing sites as if she'd been doing it longer than just a day.  She
already knew our sizes and chose some purchases for each of us.  It was
pretty obvious she already had a plan, and sure enough she emailed Geoff as
me, suggesting Wednesday for the Special shoot as they had discussed, and
saying the fee was to be £20 each photographer, again signing herself as
'Sarah, on behalf of my cousin Andrea'.  I remembered that their club night
was Thursday, so it sounded like this was to be an exclusive, but every
time I asked Sarah what she'd agreed with Geoff she just said to wait and
see, and do as I was told like a good slut.

   Neither of us mentioned the special intimacy we'd experienced during the
morning's shoot, and I wondered if Sarah was a little embarrassed at how
involved she'd got.  I didn't push it, and we spent the rest of the
afternoon downstairs watching a couple of films while Mum knitted.

   Halfway through the second film I got an email alert on my phone; it was
Geoff.  Although it was my email, it was addressed to Sarah, so I handed
the phone over.  She read it and grinned, then handed it back to me.  He
had agreed to her suggestions, Wednesday was fine and £20 seemed
reasonable, and by the way he was covering a stage show next week for a
magazine, would we let him get us both tickets, his treat for being such
great sports?

   After dinner, when Sarah and I were upstairs, she sent Geoff another
email saying yes to the tickets, thanks.

   We went back downstairs and spent the evening with Mum watching sitcoms
on TV before returning upstairs.  We kept to the same bed time routine as
the night before, although Sarah seemed a little subdued, not even calling
me her slut.  I wondered if something were wrong.

   "I've been thinking," she said.  We were both in bed, she in the pretty
pjs of last night in my bed, me naked on the mattress on the floor with the
duvet pulled up to my armpits.  "That photo session today.  Is that what it
was like when you did those other pictures?"

   "Well, not really.  Last time I never intended to get naked, it just
kind of happened as I got caught up in the atmosphere.  It's pretty
intoxicating, you know?"

   "Oh, I know!" she replied, not denying that she too had been caught up
in the atmosphere of the event that morning.  "I think I understand better,
now.  I won't send my brothers those photos.  I can't hold that over you.
If you want us to go back to the way things were before, that's ok."

   I looked up at her, and things had changed.  She wasn't being a bitch.
She was now ok with me like never before.  I guessed that now she knew my
darkest secret she wasn't, I don't know, in competition with me?  Or
something like that.

   "I don't want to go back to how things were; we didn't get on.  You've
been nicer to be with these last two days, and despite my horror at first,
you know, when you found those pictures and stuff, I've actually enjoyed
being with you.  Its been kind of fun."

   "I've enjoyed it too.  You haven't been all superior.  You're quite fun
yourself, especially when you do as you're told!" and she grinned at me as
she said this.  "Tell me honestly.  Do you really enjoy it, being
submissive and stuff?  Doing as you're told?"

   I stopped to think for a moment.  Then again looked up at Sarah. 
"Actually, yes I do.  Truthfully, I enjoyed the way you treated me.  And if
we're telling truths now, I half wanted you to send those pictures to your
brothers.  It excited me, a lot.  Humiliating, of course.  Unwise, from my
point of view, possibly even stupid.  But incredibly arousing to think of
them looking at the pictures." I hugged my knees and stared at the floor.

   "So how is it arousing, knowing the boys are looking at nude photos of
you?"

   "Its something to do with knowing I'm turning guys on, making their
penises hard, having them want me, desire me?"

   "Do you actually like penises?"

   "Well I've not seen many, but yes, I do.  It's just such a pity that you
find them on boys!  I mean, what a waste!"

   Sarah laughed.  "I know!  I can't think of any boys I know whose dick I
would let anywhere near me!"

   "What about your new friend, Geoff?  You seemed to get on with him?"

   "Ew, Andrea!  He's, like old!"

   "I don't see that's such a big deal?  All the boys our age seem such
assholes.  And I'm not suggesting you marry him!"

   "Would you, you know, do him?  Fuck him?  Even though he's so much
older?"

   I laughed at her question.  I hadn't thought of actually doing anything
with any of the photo club guys.  But its not that I wouldn't, just that
I'd never even considered it.  I told Sarah so.  "And there are other
things besides letting them fuck you.  I mean, there's jerking them off, or
even sucking them?"

   "Yeah, some of the pictures I seen showed that.  The girls looked like
they actually were enjoying it?"

   "I'd like to do it," I said.

   "What, let a guy put his penis inside your mouth?  That he's wee'd
through?  Ew!"

   "Yes, I would, despite that!"

   At that, Sarah was silent, thinking.

   "And you really liked me masturbating you before, didn't you?" I nodded.

   "Um, Andrea?" Sarah paused, hesitated, as if unsure whether to continue.
I just hugged my knees, looking down and keeping quiet.  She continued,
"Would you, of your own free will, I mean, do you want to, you know, be,
um, my submissive slut?"

   Glancing up at her I saw her own insecurity, like she was having to come
to terms with her own weakness, her own version of addictive behaviour. 
Was this her equivalent of me being an exhibitionist?  I felt a burst of
affection for my cousin.  This was a big step for both of us.  She was
admitting her own vulnerability, and kind of giving approval to mine.  And
it was a kind of commitment, too.  Did I want to go through with it?  Did
we both want to?

   "How about we do it for the rest of your stay here?  Then see how we
feel after that?" I could see the relief in her face, and knew I'd made the
right decision.  "Sarah, my Princess, please accept me as your obedient
submissive exhibitionist humiliation slut.  Andrea, Sarah's Submissive
Obedient Slut; Assos."

   Sarah grinned happily.  "Ok, slut, go get me a drink of water, from the
kitchen.  And don't put any clothes on to do it!"

   Shit!  Mum was still downstairs watching some TV Drama.  "Yes, my
Princess!"

   Getting out from under my duvet, I padded naked to the door of our
bedroom and peeped out along the landing.  All clear.  Tiptoeing to the top
of the stairs I listened for the sound of the TV and for any hint of Mum
moving about.  Nothing to give alarm.  Creeping down the stairs I kept low
to see through the banister in case Mum wasn't in the sitting room.  All
clear still.  Keeping close to the hall wall I made it to the open sitting
room doorway and flitted quickly across the gap to the kitchen.

   My heart was racing.  So far so good.  As quietly as I could I got out a
clean glass and ran the water for a moment before filling it.  I couldn't
run back past the open doorway carrying water, but I scooted as fast as I
could and made it to the bottom of the stairs.  Suddenly I heard the floor
creaking and water or no water I almost sprinted up the stairs before Mum
might see me, not stopping until I was back in our room with the door
closed behind me.  I could feel the hammer going in my chest, but I was
flushed and excited as I put the still fairly full glass on Sarah's night
stand and then hurried back to bed sitting up under my duvet.

   "Thank you, slut." And Sarah put the light out.

   We all woke late the next morning, Sunday, and met for breakfast
together in the kitchen.  Sarah and I were again dressed in jeans and
sweaters, though hers were far more elegant than mine.  By the time we'd
cleared away I had another email alert on my phone.  Geoff for Sarah.  I
looked at the message after she'd read it and handed the phone back: Geoff
would try to get us two tickets for the Friday show.  We headed back up to
the computer for Sarah to send Geoff a thank you.

   Mum cooked a great Sunday lunch, and we then went out for the afternoon
while she napped, returning for tea, and decided to stay in for the
evening.

   The next morning, Monday, we were woken by a knock on the door.  Mum
answered it and called me down, and with Sarah's permission I threw a white
towel dressing gown over my nakedness and hurried downstairs, Sarah not far
behind me.

   There was a delivery guy at the door with a big parcel addressed to me.

   "Did you order something from mail order, Andrea?" Mum asked me, and I
suddenly remembered the fetish gear Sarah had ordered in my name. 
Blushing, I told Mum, yes, and that I'd sign for it, and she returned
upstairs to bed as I took her place at the front door, Sarah hovering over
my shoulder.

   The parcel was discrete at least, no 'FETISHES R US' pasted all over it
or anything, and taking it from the delivery guy I checked the address
label.  Yep, it was ours.  While he was sorting his little computer thingy
for me to sign, and while my hands were full, I felt Sarah from behind me
gently loosen the belt of my towel robe.  I shrugged my shoulders trying to
stop her but she kept going, and as the guy handed me the gadget to sign
and I balanced the parcel in my left hand, Sarah made sure my robe parted
to uncover my right boob.

   "Oh shit!  Sorry!" I mumbled, trying to move my boob back under cover
while signing and trying to not drop the delivery.  He didn't seem to mind,
but I did, and had to drop the parcel to free my left hand to pull the
dressing gown together.  Unfortunately, it had been the parcel that was
keeping the gown together over my lower half, and as soon as I dropped it
the gown parted completely exposing me from right tit to pubes and legs.

   "Fuck!" I muttered, trying to give him back the machine with my right
hand and use my left to gather the robe together, which seemed to flutter
out of my grasp every time I thought I had it.  Finally he took the signing
thing back and with both hands I covered myself.  "Sorry, I don't know what
happened!" I said, but he just replied, grinning, "Its ok, happens all the
time!  Good day, Miss, and Miss!" and turned and left.  I closed the door
with a grateful sigh and span round to scream at Sarah who just smiled at
me and said, "Good slut," before I could get a word out.  We both just
burst out laughing.

   "Now we're in the mood," she said, "Let's try this stuff on!"



   Andi and The Camera Club Ch.  04

   "Ooh look!" said Sarah suddenly as the computer pinged, "another email
from Geoff!"

   It was Monday morning, and we cousins were up in my room rooting through
the mail-order box.  We'd barely got the lid off, and were still giggling
together over my supposedly accidental flashing of the delivery guy, so
obviously orchestrated by my younger blond cousin, Sarah.  Thanks to her he
got a good view of most of my slim figure, especially the left of my 34c
tits including the pink nipple and even my dark trimmed bush.  Boy was she
getting to know what turned me on.

   Sarah went to sit at my desk opening my emails on the computer, still in
her white and blue floral pjs having only just got out of bed to sign for
the package, while I sat on my bed in just a white towel dressing gown, now
surrounded by the debris from unpacking our box of delightful naughties.

   "What trouble are you two cooking up now?" I asked, sorting the clothing
into hers and mine, which was quite easy because she was shorter and a size
smaller than me, a 32b on top, and anyway we'd ordered quite different
things.

   "Some of this email is to both of us.  Geoff says the event he's
covering on Friday is sold out.  But he could maybe persuade Alice to let
us join her.  He really wants to treat us, to say thanks.  I don't see why
not, do you?"

   "Sounds like it might be fun.  Alice is nice, you'll like her, and we
can talk to her about it when we see her tomorrow?"

   "OK," agreed Sarah, "there's also something here from Geoff about a chat
room?" Sarah looked over her right shoulder at me.  "Did he say anything
about this?"

   "No, not at all.  What's it about?"

   "He says, 'Andrea, you might consider signing up to a chat room I use
sometimes to find photographic models.  It's a place where you can talk
about your exhibitionist desires with others who enjoy similar things.  The
site is FreeNeasyChat, simple to register, and I recommend the room
Exibitionist/Voyeur.  I always sign in as AdultPhotographer.' Sounds fun."

   I didn't reply but could see Sarah searching for the site, and starting
to fill in the Registration.

   "I'm putting your email address, Andrea, age 18, female, what else, oh
location UK, we'll leave profile statement and interests for another day.
Hm, avatar or photo?  Shall we put a nice head and shoulders photo of you?"

   "Are you sure that's a good idea?" I asked, a little unsure of the
wisdom of this.

   "I can edit one of Geoff's photos so people can see how pretty you are
but not use it to identify you."

   "You mustn't use my real name or give my email out, Sarah?"

   "Don't worry, it says the email is never displayed, and we haven't yet
chosen your screen name.  I want to do that last.  There!  A nice pretty
face for your Avatar.  So what shall we call you? 
AnExhibitionistSubmissiveHumiliationSlut?"

   "Sarah!" I exclaimed, half embarrassed, half excited at her declaring
publicly my fetishes.

   "We don't want to broadcast Exhibitionist or you'll be swamped with
requests for pictures or camming."

   "How do you know all this stuff?"

   "Andrea, I have two older brothers and a twin brother," she said as if
that explained everything.  "A name.  We need a name.  Something simple,
attractive, expressive of who you are, mysterious, early in the alphabet.
Lets see."

   We were both silent a while as we thought.

   "How about AteenModel?" Sarah suggested.

   "Sure," I agreed.  I didn't think I'd ever use it.  "Why not?"

   Sarah tapped away thoughtfully for a bit, then announced, "Done!  As
soon as we get the confirmation email we can jump in."

   Within seconds the email came and Sarah opened the chat room.

   We spent the next hour browsing the site, ignoring the chat requests
that came in every couple of seconds, scanning the conversation in Geoff's
favourite room, giggling at what we read and generally getting turned on at
the deliciously outrageous naughtiness.  Sarah also emailed Geoff giving
him my screen name, and saying she'd register herself as AteenDomme.

   Later in the day we met Geoff in the chat room, me using my phone, sat
next to Sarah on the computer.  Geoff left us both welcome messages on our
profile pages, making it obvious that he actually knew us in person, and
Sarah and I did the same for him and each other.  It was actually quite
fun, and we got involved in some very naughty conversation on the main chat
page.  It was pretty obvious that Sarah Dommed me, and we had so many
requests from men on that subject.  A lot of older men wanted to be Dommed
by Sarah, too.

   By now she was dressed in designer fitted jeans and a black polo shirt,
her hair in a ponytail, while I was in the open white towel robe over a
plain white soft bra and cream bikini cut cotton briefs, feeling very sexy.
Every so often Sarah would reach over with her left hand and stroke my
right thigh, or my tummy, or even slip her fingers inside the waistband and
stroke them through my bush.  Whenever she did that I would lean over and
kiss her cheek, each time getting closer to the corner of her mouth.  Then
she did it one more time and my lips brushed the left corner of hers as she
turned to face me, our lips together in our first tentative kiss, mouths
slightly open.  It was soft, warm, loving, tender, sensual and erotic.  Our
tongues danced hesitantly, flickering and exploring, and I felt Sarah's
fingers slip lower to cup my pussy where it was already getting moist. 
Rocking my hips to rub my wetness against her hand I kissed more
passionately, my own hands on the back of Sarah's neck, kissing her
hungrily, wanting her tongue to fuck my mouth.

   Finally we broke apart, and Sarah leaned in to give me another quick
soft kiss on my lips before turning back to the computer.  She typed a
question into the general chat.

   "Which do other girls prefer for lesbian sex, a strap-on or a vibrator?"

   That sparked lots of activity and delighted Geoff who was showing a
distinctly ungentlemanly dirty kinky side.  Meanwhile, Sarah's hand was
still inside my briefs against my hot pussy, her middle finger now curled
inside me as I rocked and humped against her hand, soaking it and my
briefs.

   "I think I'm gonna cum!" I gasped, "Sarah, my Princess, do I have your
permission to orgasm in your hand?"

   In answer Sarah turned her face to me and locked her lips on mine,
gently fucking my mouth with her tongue and my pussy with her finger as I
came in a series of rippling convulsions, my mewls swallowed by my
Mistress.

   My hips stilled, heaving chest relaxed, and our lips parted, but Sarah's
hand remained passively in my pussy, comforting.

   "When may I do that for you?" I asked.

   "I'll let you know, slut," she grinned.

   "Thank you, my Princess!" I smiled back.

   Soon Geoff had to go and signed off with a 'see you on Wednesday', and
Sarah and I chatted in private with a few guys and girls, then we too
signed off.

   On Tuesday morning I got an email from Alice asking me to bring brown
heels to our 7pm appointment at the College where she was Head of Art.

   "Because the girl has her pubic hair in a trimmed landing strip I'll
need to incorporate her bush into the design ..  There isn't time to shave
her pudenda for a suitable skin surface, even if I had the shaving things
..."

   I didn't think Alice was aware just how much it turned me on being
discussed as if I couldn't hear, being objectified.  A quick glance over to
Sarah confirmed that she, on the other hand, did.

   We were in Alice's studio classroom at the college, preparing marketing
material for her future Body Painting class, and the College Photography
teacher, Mr Philips was both recording the transformation and taking the
pictures that would be used in the posters and flyers.

   Being allowed to strip naked in front of the three of them had already
warmed me up, and the soft caress of the paintbrush against my skin, and
the feel of three pairs of eyes scrutinising my nakedness added to the
heat. The humiliation of being talked about was enough to turn heat into
moisture.

   The gentle blowing of the aerosol paint on my left shin was both
soothing and a kind of promise of things to come as I stood on the table,
left foot forward, while Alice painted my lower leg to form a brown boot.
She changed to yellow around my knee and then used a brush to add the
edges, with suitable shading to give the impression of creased leather.  I
noticed that Mr Philips was less interested in the forming boot than in my
naked bush which about his eye level, and another glance at my fair cousin
showed she too saw where he was looking.  The welcome attention just added
to my arousal.

   "You know, Sarah, its going to be difficult to paint the girl's briefs
with her turned on like this.  Her pussy is oozing and I haven't even
touched her tits, arse or cunt," Alice commented.

   "Yeah, I know, but it's a cute pussy, and her oozes taste great" Sarah
replied straight faced.

   "Yes, it is a cute pussy, and I like how she has her pubic hair.  Do you
prefer girls to have a bush or not, Sarah?"

   "I think mostly I like some hair, though the fashion does seem to be for
a smooth bald cunt."

   "I think variety is quite refreshing.  What do you think, Mr Philips?"

   "I think this girl's pussy is very pretty and looks sexy in photographs.
Of course, a hairless cunt lets the photographer capture all the folds and
textures of a girls labia, but a trimmed dark bush like this holds the
drops of cum nectar which can glisten like jewels in the right light, just
like now," and Mr Philips leaned in to get some close up pictures.

   "which do you prefer, Alice?  Smooth or a bush?" asked Sarah.

   As Alice finished the second leg she glanced over, "On you, Sarah my
dear, I think a light down above your pussy but clean and bald below,
probably waxed so as not to hurt my tongue.  Do you cum a lot of juice, my
dear?  I should warn you I get very moist!"

   I was a bit put out at not being the centre of attention.  I mean, there
I was, totally naked, the only naked person in the room, and they were
having a conversation among themselves that wasn't about me!

   On the other hand, it was kind of fun being there while my pretty blonde
cousin was being chatted up by Alice.

   "Can you squirt when you cum, Alice?" asked Sarah, "I've not been able
to do it.  I want to know what its like."

   "Mr Phillips, close your ears, this is girl talk!  None of this leaves
this room!  Or do I need to send you away to go us coffee?"

   "Don't worry about me, Alice, I'm just doing the visuals.  My ears are
closed, lips sealed.  Pretend I'm not here," though he had an obvious boner
snaking down his trouser leg.  Sarah glanced at it dramatically and grinned
at me.

   "Andrea doesn't squirt, do you, slut?  I should probably set you a
masturbation homework task.  What dya think, Alice?  How often shall I have
my slut cousin masturbate?"

   Alice stopped painting for a moment and looked directly at my pussy.  Mr
Philips tok a few pictures of her like that.

   "It is a very pretty pussy, Sarah.  I assume you own it?  Yes, I thought
as much.  It does need to be exercised.  I would suggest a minimum of once
every day, probably twice, but I'm sure the slut can manage more often than
that.  Have you been denying her orgasms?  Oh, and I think it best if her
masturbation doesn't penetrate, lets keep her nice and tight."

   Sarah nodded at Alice's wisdom.

   I was ecstatic; being talked about, even praised.  My tummy was warming
and I could feel the wetness at the top of my thighs.

   Alice carried on painting and soon both boots were done.  She sprayed a
minimal G string effect over my bush edged with a brush, but nothing
behind, then a dark red basque with a wide expanse of bare midriff, the top
edge detailed in a yellow 'W' barely covering my nipples, a yellow 'W'
headband on my forehead and tallow forearms.

   While all that dried she took a very small band of blue cloth and
measured and trimmed, then fitted it round my hips as a low slung tiny wrap
over skirt.

   "Wonder Woman!" Alice announced, pleased with herself.

   "Very nice!" said Mr Phillips, getting shots from every angle.  "How
about some pictures of her in a public place?"

   "Mm, yes, we could, maybe an older formal building to go with the
character?  Sarah?"

   "Great idea, but do you think we could let Geoff in on it?  You know
him, right?"

   Alice looked at Sarah and smiled, nodding.

   Wiping her hands and picking up her mobile, "Hey, it's me.  Bring your
camera.  I have a surprise.  Ten minutes?  Great!"

   So we spent the next hour getting some shots in front of a limestone
building in the park, the Museum and Gallery, surrounded by trees and
lawns. Nobody watching us seemed to realise that almost all my clothing was
just paint.  It was fun.

   As we were packing away Alice asked Sarah,

   "What would you think about Andrea posing for a special drawing session
for select clients?  Maybe erotic nudes?"

   "Oh, no problem, we already do camera club erotica for Geoff, don't we?"

   "Our first session is tomorrow, Alice," added Geoff, much to my delight.

   When Sarah and I got home we had to sneak past Mum before she noticed
the state I was in.  I needed a shower to clean of the paint, and of course
my dress needed washing before Mum saw it and asked awkward questions about
paint in the inside of it.  But for now I just left it on the bathroom
floor while I enjoyed a long hot shower.

   The door to the camera club was unlocked, but bore a notice declaring
'Wednesday Private Session - Invitation Only.' I was excited as I opened
the door and went through, the surroundings familiar and recalling the
heart swelling arousal of the my last visit.  I could feel my pulse
thumping, and took Sarah's hand, hoping she would catch some of my sense of
anticipation and expectation.

   Geoff met us in the large club room that was softly lit for the most
part, but with the stage area surrounded by as yet dark umbrella lights. 
His grin was wide and eyes sparkling as they took in our long coats and
high heels, and we dropped our capacious shoulder bags to the floor and
went forward to greet him.

   "Sarah, my dear," he said softly and took her hands in his, kissing her
cheek while looking straight into my eyes.  I watched his left hand leave
hers and move to the small of her back and slip down to her bum over her
coat.  I was surprised at how forward he was, but even more surprised that
Sarah allowed it.  Then he let go of her and reached for my hands, his warm
thumbs softly caressing the back of my own hands, his kiss on my cheek
gentle but lingering, his breath warm against my face.

   "Andrea," he breathed, and I felt him stroke my own bum through my coat.

   I felt a little flushed at his greeting and glancing at my fair cousin
could tell that she was affected too.  This was promising to be an
exceptional evening.

   Gesturing to a couple of cushioned chairs and small table to the left of
the stage area Geoff suggested, "Why don't you sort yourselves out and get
comfy; the guys will be here fairly soon.  I should tell you there's been a
lot of excitement about this session, and when I said the numbers were
limited guys kept offering more money to be a part of it.  Which means your
fee is higher than we discussed, but also the expectations are high!"

   "And so they should be!" quipped Sarah, "They're getting a closed
session with a beautiful teen model with few inhibitions!  Just make sure
they behave!" My heart fluttered at the 'few inhibitions' wondering what
Sarah had planned.

   Geoff just smiled.  "Don't worry, Sarah honey, they all know you're in
charge.  In fact they rather like it."

   The room was nice and warm, and I took my coat off, draping it on the
back of one of the chairs, then sat to adjust my stockings.  I'd gone for
dark, seamed hold-ups with black patent three inch stiletto heels which set
off my slender shapely legs quite nicely, and contrasted with the pale skin
tone of my soft thighs.  The black cotton micro-skirt just covered my bum
cheeks when standing, which was just as well since the black lacy thong did
not.  My black sheer full sleeved button front collared blouse was left
un-tucked, the black lacy bra showing through and matching the unseen
thong. My hair was in a ponytail, and I had black stud earrings and a
matching black stone pendant dangling between my breasts, drawing the eye
to my cleavage.

   "Wow!  You make me feel scruffy!" remarked Geoff, indicating his own
jeans and blue t-shirt.

   "You should see Sarah!" I quipped, grinning up at him.

   Both our eyes swivelled to her, and responding she undid her coat,
letting it fall to the floor.  Glancing over I saw Geoff's jaw drop.  He'd
never seen Sarah like this.

   She was in a PVC outfit: Black shiny basque trimmed in red piping with
red laces at the sides and back showing pale skin, a tiny black shiny
skirt, black shiny stockings from mid-thigh to black shiny heels.  She also
had detached sleeves to just above the elbow in black shiny pvc laced in
red from the wrist up, with a loop over her middle finger.  From her bag
she retrieved a black riding crop with red trim.

   "Whoa!" was all he said.

   Sarah then took from her bag a black one inch wide collar with a row of
chrome studs and rings, and she put it on me with the chrome buckle behind
my neck.

   "I think we're ready," she announced, which was good timing because the
door opened and a group of three guys of about thirty walked in each laden
with camera bags and in the usual attire of jeans and t shirts.  The just
stopped when they saw us, then grinned, then went over to the easy chairs
to set down their gear, continually glancing back at us.

   And that's how it continued until Geoff said everyone had arrived and it
was time to start.

   He'd set out refreshments on a table at the back; red wine, juices,
coffee and tea and a big thermos of water, but nothing edible that might
get the cameras dirty or leave crumbs on the subject.

   "Okay folks, lets get on with it," announced Geoff loudly, "Girls, if
you please?" gesturing to the stage and flipping a switch to turn on the
bright lights.  "Now remember guys, the girls get copies of every picture;
no obscuring each other, no touching the model, and Sarah, that's the
blonde, she's in charge of what happens.  Be polite, be professional, and
I'm sure everyone will get his money's worth.  Any questions or requests
direct them to me or Sarah, but otherwise, let the Games begin!"

   "Geoff, can we have one of those plain, kitchen type wooden chairs on
the stage?" He nodded to one of the guys who did as Sarah asked, and she
then ordered me to get up there.

   We started the shoot with me facing the room but sitting on the reversed
chair, my arms folded across the top of the chair back, stockinged legs
spread either side, chin cupped in my hands.  The small cotton skirt
naturally covered between my legs, an area partly obscured by the vertical
slats of the chair back, but it seemed to be a sexy enough pose to get the
guys excited, which of course excited me.  Looking briefly at my cousin I
could tell that she was into it too.

   "Hands on the chair back and lean backwards," Sarah instructed, and as I
obeyed I knew that the black studded collar would be very noticeable.

   "Stand up!"

   Her tone was delicious, and the way she barked the order had a few guys
glancing over at her, obviously liking what was happening.  I obeyed
quickly, that lovely feeling building in my belly, my hands still on the
chair back.

   "Right foot on the chair seat!" Up went my foot.

   "Move the chair to your right!" I did, dragging it while keeping my
right foot on the seat and right hand on the chair back.  My left hand went
up into my hair.

   "Lean over onto your right knee!" This raised the back of my skirt
exposing my bum cheeks, bare in the thong.  The guys changed position to
get some good pictures from behind and below.  I loved it.

   "Put the chair behind you, turn towards it and drape yourself over its
back!" Keeping my feet outside the chair legs with seat pointing away from
me I bent forward so my skirt rode up even more, my bare bum now totally
exposed, the cheeks separated by the black lace of my thong.  The sounds of
camera shutters got even faster than before.

   "Turn the chair round, sit on it, and undo your blouse!" I sat with my
knees wide apart and slowly, deliberately undid each button from the top
all the way down, then slipped the sheer black blouse off and draped it
over the chair back.  The guys were capturing every move.  It was sexy
sitting there in my black lace bra and tiny skirt, thong, stockings and
heels, but I wanted more, or I should say, less.  So did the photographers.
Sarah knew it.

   "Hm, bra or skirt?" wondered Sarah aloud.  "Bra, I think, we need to see
your tits, girl.  Get them out for everyone!"

   Oh how I loved my cousin!  Obeying slowly, letting the photographers
capture my movements, I reached behind, unhooked, and let the bra fall
forwards off my arms before cupping my 34c's tipped with their puckered
pointy nipples and light pink one-inch surrounds.  The cameras were going
like crazy!

   "Ok folks, break for refreshments and to load your photos to your
laptops," Geoff announced, camera in hand, as he continued to capture the
wider scene of both photographers and model.

   I got off the stage and joined the guys at the refreshment table, still
topless and enjoying it, chatting with the photographers who spent as much
time looking at my boobs as my eyes.  It was lovely.  I got Sarah and me a
drink each and joined her.

   "You're having fun, huh?" she asked, eyes dancing.

   "Oh yeah!"

   "How far can I go?"

   "Far as you like, enjoy yourself, I trust you," I replied, looking in
those beautiful eyes, the pretty face framed in soft golden hair.

   "Back to work, people!" prompted Geoff.

   Sarah took from her bag a black pvc mask and fitted it over her face,
covering from mid forehead to just above her nostrils, but with her pretty
eyes looking out, and I returned to the chair and the lights.

   Sarah joined me.

   There were gasps of surprise and delight.  And lots of camera clicking.

   "On your knees, slut!"

   I knelt in front of her, heart racing.

   "Make like a puppy, begging!"

   My paws went up in front of me and I draped my tongue out like I was
panting.

   Sarah lifted my chin with the tip of her riding crop.

   "Stand up, place your hands on the chair seat, legs straight!"

   I turned away from the guys to face the chair and bent over, my feet
wide apart, and felt Sarah use the crop to lift the skirt up, before
caressing my bum cheeks with it, and moving it slowly, suggestively over my
hot mound.  I just knew that she was making sure the guys got a good view.

   The crop was teasing my covered pussy lips, and my breathing became soft
gasps.

   She slipped the crop inside the back of my lace thong, and started
working the tiny garment down until she had enough slack to pull it aside
and bare my hot puffy lips.  The air was cool on my damp folds, despite the
hot lights.  The crop explored between my lips, parting them, and I could
sense the guys getting closer to catch every detail.  It felt wonderful.

   The crop withdrew.

   "Stand up ...  face me ...  take off your thong ...  kneel ...  drape
your thong on the riding crop!"

   I obeyed, hanging the damp scrap over the crop which she held out
horizontally from her belly, both of us sideways on to the room, my left
side towards the guys.

   "Stand up, face the room, hands on head, feet apart!"

   As soon as I was in position Sarah rubbed the top of the crop over my
belly and up to my breasts, flicking my nipples, then down again to lift
the front of my skirt, showing everyone my neatly trimmed dark pubic bush
and clean shaved swollen labia.

   "Drop the skirt!"

   Sarah left the stage area while I undid the skirt and let it fall to the
floor, now basically naked apart from the collar, stockings and heels.

   "Good slut!" she said as she returned clutching something.

   "Hands on head!"

   While I obeyed I felt her attach a clamp to my right nipple and tighten
it enough to be exquisite, then do the same on the left.  Looking down I
saw they were silver chrome, joined by a light silver chain.  It made me
smile.

   "Bend over the chair again, facing away, slut!"

   She went off again and came back immediately, and bent over as I was I
felt a cold wet finger insert itself in my bum hole.  It pushed in and out
a few times, then a bigger insertion replaced it.  Between my legs I saw a
tail.  A black tail butt plug!

   Sarah moved it to one side so the photographers could get a clear view
of my aroused pussy from behind, which Sarah again teased with the riding
crop, pressing between the puffy wet lips and rubbing up and down.

   "Sit on the chair, legs wide!"

   I quickly changed position while she attached a red leather leash to a
ring on my collar.

   "You may masturbate, slut, in front of all these men!"

   So help me I couldn't start soon enough.

   Holding my outer lips apart from above with two fingers of my left hand,
I rubbed circles with my right from the side, making sure not to obscure
the guys' view.  I felt so aroused and horny I wanted to orgasm right there
and then in front of everyone.

   "If any guys wanna get their dick out, maybe jerk off, form a line,"
suggested Sarah.

   I didn't think any one would, but after looking at Geoff to see if it
was ok a few guys lined up the other side of the lights.  Some of them tied
handkerchiefs over their noses to hide their identity and there were still
plenty of photographers continuing to capture the developing scene, and I
noticed that Geoff was covering both us and the club members with his own
camera.  His would undoubtedly be the most interesting and exciting shots.

   While the line was forming most of the photographers used the temporary
break to again empty their pictures to their computers, but soon Sarah was
getting her volunteers organised.

   While I still sat in the chair, legs apart, facing the room, she had the
guys line up behind me and to my left with her standing on my right, using
the riding crop like a conductors baton to control the proceedings.  All
the men around me now had their dicks out, and I noticed the change in
smell.  It wasn't unpleasant, which I'd expected, but kind of earthy and
raw, and very sexy.  I looked at the three penises to my left, all of them
uncut and about five or six inches long, inch or inch and a half wide, but
suddenly looking most attractive while their owners stroked them.  Still
running little circles round my clitoris with my right fingers, I reached
out with my left hand to feel the nearest cock.  It was warm, almost hot,
hard yet soft to the touch, and so alive.  I glanced up at Sarah who just
nodded, encouraging me to play.

   I could tell that the men behind me were also playing with their dicks,
and every so often felt what must have been penises plopping on top of my
head.  Just as I looked back at the cock in my left hand the man to his
right suddenly grunted and gasped, pushing his hips towards me.  While I
turned to look a little spurt of thick white fluid spat out of the hole in
his fat cock head, followed by a huge string that flew in slow motion to
hit my left cheek with a hot wet splat.

   Instinctively I jerked back and heard Sarah cry out, "No!  Hold her head
still!"

   Hands from behind gripped the sides of my head as the cummer spewed rope
after rope of heavy thick cum over my left cheek and nose and lips, the new
smell filling my nostrils, almost intoxicating.  My insides spasmed and I
enjoyed the rush of my own small rippling orgasm.

   It must have set the others off because the owner of the cock in my hand
took control, covering my hand in his, and erupted his own contribution of
sperm onto my nose and lips, wetter and spashier but just as hot against my
face.

   "Open your mouth, slut!" commanded my cousin, the crop under my chin.

   As soon as I obeyed the ejaculator rested his tip on my lower teeth and
emptied what was left in his balls right onto my tongue.

   The third man on my left moved in and dripped a long stream of sperm
onto my lips, and the men behind me tilted my head back so he could fill my
open mouth.  He must have had very large balls because he seemed to keep
going for ages, the combined semen overflowing out the right corner of my
mouth to drip onto my naked tits.

   "Do you spit or swallow?" asked a deep voice behind me, and I closed my
mouth to swallow the textured load, feeling it slide down my throat maybe
like raw egg.  It was nicer than I imagined.  I realised that all the while
Sarah had been muttering, "fuck, fuck, fuck," over and over.

   The hands let go of my head and I felt splashes on my hair that could
only mean the guys behind me were jerking themselves again and cumming on
me.  Little streams of it ran down my forehead to eventually drip off my
chin or cheeks to my tits and tummy.

   When they had all emptied themselves Sarah moved in front of me and
gently kissed my soiled lips, slowly, lingering, sensuous.

   The place reeked of sex.

   "Very nice, girls, great show!" said Geoff to much agreement.  "Time to
clean up."

   Sarah and I went to our table and used a towel, though there wasn't much
I could do about the sperm drying in my hair, and the nipple clamps came
off.  The photographers packed their kit away, laughing and joking and
calling out nice things to us, and soon it was just Geoff, Sarah and me.

   "That was great, even better than I expected, to be honest.  Here's your
fee.  A few of the guys chipped in extra as a tip, so you've done really
well out of this.  You both deserve it."

   Sarah took the envelope and while she looked at our earnings his left
hand once more went to the small of her back, quickly descending to rest on
her bum again, over her pvc skirt.  Sarah just carried on ruffling through
the money and Geoff reached out his right hand to casually cup my left
breast.  Following Sarah's lead I pretended to ignore it, even when his
thumb started flicking my nipple, making my insides do nice things again.

   "You know, Sarah, we could do a great shoot of you in this lovely get-up
you have on ...?" Geoff half asked, half suggested while his left hand
slipped under her skirt to stroke her bum through just the pvc briefs, his
right hand openly pinching and gently twisting my engorged and slightly
sore left nipple.

   "Oh, I don't know, " she replied and mirrored on my right nipple what
Geoff was doing to left.  His left was roaming freely across her bum over
her briefs.  "Do you particularly like this costume?" she asked him,
looking him in the eye while both of them were twisting my nipples.

   "Yes, I do.  I like how you have such a lovely expanse of creamy thigh
showing from the leggings to the skirt, " his fingers stroking her bare
right thigh, "and I like the contrasting colours, the red and black, and
how your beautiful pale skin shows between the lacings, here," his left
hand fingers now tracing the lacing from her right hip to the top of the
basque.  "The red piping on the cups here outline your breasts nicely,"
tracing the edges around her right boob, "though if it was more sheer we
would get a hint of the nipple beneath?" and he pressed and circled where
her nipple must be under the pvc.

   "That would be too obvious," she replied.

   "Whereas," said Geoff as his fingers trailed from her breast to her
waist, "the skirt teasingly hides the knickers beneath," and he lifted the
front of her skirt, "which cover the treasure between your thighs," his
little finger holding the skirt up, his thumb rubbing up and down her
mound, "cover the treasure too well for my taste?"

   "You like to taste?" Sarah replied, provocatively.

   "I'm a connoisseur, " and his right hand left my nipple to dip two
fingers between my sodden labia, extracting a sticky gob of fluid which he
brought to his tongue, "Andrea is delicious; slightly sweet with a hint of
tang."

   "Yes, I know," said Sarah, copying and sucking her fingers clean.

   "And you, my dear Sarah," here Geoff's right hand gently pulled the top
of her pvc knickers away from her belly so that his left hand could slip
inside and curve under her body, "are very aroused too, nicely wet, and,"
he withdrew wet fingers which went to his lips, "mm sweet and full
flavoured."

   Geoff put his right hand in this time to retrieve more honey which he
generously offered to me.

   I hungrily slurped up my first taste of my cousin, sighing contentedly
through my nose.

   Geoff's left hand returned inside Sarah's briefs and it was clear that
he was masturbating her.

   I reached over to rub his obvious erection, but he stopped me with, "Not
until I get to fuck you both," and at that Sarah quivered with an orgasm.

   Geoff pulled his hand free and sucked the fingers clean.

   Slightly dazed we went to finish getting ready to go and said our
thanks. We'd both enjoyed an amazing evening.  We were dressed and in
coats, packed and ready to go.

   "Andrea, if you need to talk to someone about how you're feeling about
all of this, being photographed naked and doing pornography, there's a
woman in that chat room, user name 'MomOfTeenDau' who might be helpful."

   We again said thanks and left, not talking much on the way home.  It was
quite a big high to come down from.

   Once we got home we called out 'hi' to mum who was in the sitting room
with the TV on, and headed upstairs.  Sarah showered first and changed into
pjs.  After my shower I slipped on a towel robe and sat at the computer,
opening up the chat room, but MomOfTeenDau wasn't on line.  Instead we
decided to shop on-line for more sexy gear.  We did get an email from Geoff
saying the pictures had come out really well, and he was setting up an
album on line so we could see them and save them.

   "Sarah, Princess, I thought you reckoned Geoff was old and gross?"

   Sarah just laughed, and bought some more toys on the internet.

   We got to the venue in plenty of time on Friday and gave our names at
the Club Reception; there were tickets set aside for us.

   "Ah, you're with the Hen Party!" remarked the pretty red haired girl. 
"we really are sold out tonight.  I hear the Main Act is really good, he's
very popular and has been offered his own TV series.  I think you'll have a
fun evening." And then she was giving her attention to the next people
behind us.

   "What's this about a Hen Do?" I asked Sarah, since she and Geoff had
arranged everything.

   "I don't know, Geoff just said that Alice had some friends coming and we
could join them, maybe that's it?" She seemed as bewildered as I was.

   We made our way over to the doors that lead into the auditorium.  It
seemed more like a theatre than a club, but once past the guys checking
tickets we saw that instead of theatre seats in rows, there were lots of
tables of various sizes set with white linen and red velvet cushioned
chairs around, like a restaurant but arranged to focus on the stage which
at the moment was obscured by a heavy red velvet curtain.  It felt very
posh and I was glad that we'd dressed up.

   Sarah looked gorgeous with her golden hair pinned up, a black silk
buttoned long sleeve blouse open to just above her bra and short black
leather skirt, dark stockings and patent leather black heels, a gold
pendant in the middle of her chest and gold drop earrings.  I'd opted for a
pink silk choker and pink knitted dress, rather like a sweater that came to
mid thigh, clingy and showing off my body shape rather well, and the
scarlet silk bra and thong set could be made out through it, picking up the
colour of my heels.  I felt smart but sexy, teasing but classy.  Like Sarah
I had spent some of our most recent earnings the day before on clothes and
jewellery, in my case ruby and gold ear studs.

   "Ah, the two sexiest girls in the whole club!" That was Geoff who was
suddenly standing between us, kissing Sarah's cheek to his left, and then
mine to his right.  I felt his hand softly explore my bum and had no doubt
he was doing the same with my cousin.

   "I'm working tonight," and he gestured to the camera hanging from his
shoulder, "so Alice will look after you.  She's got that table of eight
second row from the stage," and looking where he nodded I could see her
with a group of women in short black dresses apart from one in white with a
silver tiara on her dark hair.  I guessed she must be the bride.

   With a smack on the bum to send us in the right direction we went over
join them, and Alice greeted us warmly before making introductions of first
names.  Their ages ranged from one around mine and Sarah's age to thirties,
so mostly mid twenties.  They had already started drinking and were in good
spirits.  I expected to have a fun evening.

   Since we weren't actually in the hen party Sarah and I were at the end
of the table, on the left as we faced the stage, and waiters brought
bottles of red and white wine with glasses to the tables shortly before the
curtain went up.  That's when I realised it was going to a cabaret kind of
show and sat back to enjoy it, holding Sarah's left hand in my right and
sipping red wine.  What a lovely treat this was.

   A middle aged comedian came on stage to polite applause and started
telling some very naughty jokes which had the girls of the hen party in
stitches; they were even doing a bit of heckling.  The house lights had
gone down but looking round I could see that it was a grown-ups only
evening which was fine with me.  I'd been feeling very 'adult' recently. 
Geoff was busy getting shots of the comedian from the floor and also the
audience reaction.

   The act finished with a flourish and extremely rude joke that sent him
off stage with much louder applause than when he'd come on, and he got
three curtain calls.

   Next were some dancing girls in minimal costumes who were fun and lively
and very pretty to watch, and they too got a great reception and an encore.
It was a great evening's entertainment.  Then the Main Act was announced,
'Mesmerising Mike', a hypnotist.

   Oh, what a shame.  It had been building so nicely but I couldn't help
feel disappointed, and scoffed a bit too loud that hypnosis was a load of
rubbish, just when there was a quiet lull.  Oops.

   On came Mike making his not very believable claims that, "what you are
about to see tonight is real hypnosis, not faked, and the volunteers from
the audience have to be prepared to accept the consequences.  I can't make
anyone do anything against their will but I can suggest an alternative
reality that with the right subjects will be totally convincing to them ...
so with that warning, do I have some volunteers?  To the stage, please!"

   There was a kind of interval while he sorted out his accomplices who'd
obviously been planted in the audience, then the lights dimmed again and he
began.

   I had to admit it was actually very entertaining.  He had a older woman
who thought she was a cat and could only meow, a guy who thought everyone
else's hands were really dirty and wouldn't shake hands with anyone,
another guy who thought all the other volunteers were talking trees,
another sitting in a chair thinking he's driving his car and all the others
are driving really badly.  It was fun but obviously just good acting and
improvising.  I wasn't the only sceptical one; the bride went off to the
toilets, plonking her tiara on my head since I was at the end of the table.

   "That's the end of Part One, folks.  After the break we'll have just one
volunteer and try to help them overcome their inhibitions, so ...?"

   The lights went down, and soon a spotlight was sweeping the floor while
dramatic music rang out, and in a booming voice Mike announced from the
stage, "Who will be our volunteer, the Star of the Show?"

   Everyone was following the Spot and I gasped as it swept over me and a
cheer went up.  Apparently it really caught the tiara I was still wearing.
The beam moved on but a chant was growing around me ..  "Bride!  Bride! 
Bride!" They obviously mistook me for her.  The Spot returned and fixed me
in its unwavering stare.

   "Will the beautiful bride come on up?" boomed Mike looking at me from
centre stage.

   I smiled and shook my head, but Sarah kept shoving me and the cries of
"Bride!  Bride!" got louder.

   Reluctantly I stood up and heard the cheers, and felt that familiar rush
inside at being the centre of attention.  Grinning I went towards the stage
and an usher guided me to the steps.  Before I really thought about what I
was doing I was up there next to Mike, bright lights in my eyes, and a
microphone pointing at me.  My tummy was doing somersaults but I felt a
rising excitement.

   "Thank you, thank you!  And what's your name, beautiful?"

   Mike had nice brown eyes, I noticed.  "Andrea."

   "Welcome Andrea, and thanks for being a sport." He put his left arm
round my shoulders and hugged me to him as he addressed the audience.

   "I'm going spend a few minutes finding if young Andrea here ...  you are
over eighteen aren't you?" he asked me and I just nodded, not wanting to be
boring by saying I was eighteen, not over eighteen.  "Finding if young
Andrea here is suitable for being hypnotised ..  "

   "You won't be able to hypnotise me," I told him, wanting to spare both
of us an embarrassing failure.

   "Let me be the judge of that," he smiled back at me.  "Its very warm
here, under the lights, isn't it?"

   "Yes, very," I replied, looking into those lovely brown eyes.

   "Yes, Andrea, its very warm, you're feeling warm and relaxed, quite
relaxed.  Feel the warm glow of the stage lights, how relaxed they make you
feel, listening to my voice, feeling relaxed under the warmth of the
lights, very relaxed, getting sleepy ..."

   It was all rather boring and I tuned out fairly quickly.

   The next thing I remember is "Wide awake!" and suddenly raising my head.
I'd been asleep standing up.

   "Sorry, I think I drifted off, its so warm and relaxing up here!"

   It seems that after the break the lights had again dimmed and the stage
lit up with me asleep on my feet, and Mike had introduced me again before
saying,

   "When I wake you Andrea, you will believe everything I tell you and will
want to please, to gain my approval; you are desperate for my approval. 
Anything I say after the word 'silence' you won't be able to hear until I
use the word 'hearing' ....  so ...  Wide awake!"

   My head came up and I blinked as if waking.

   "So Andrea my dear, you've been telling me quite a bit about your hopes
for the future, and you also said there were some things you'd really like
to do but haven't told anyone, maybe because you're too embarrassed?"

   I looked at him a little horrified and blushed.

   "Yes," continued Mike, "Those things.  Silence!" Then to the audience
apparently he added, "Ok folks lets see what kind of stuff this sweet young
thing would like to do ...  Hearing!"

   ...  singing audition

   Mike continued, "OK, since its just you and me up here, why don't you
tell me something you've always wanted to do, but never admitted to anyone,
maybe a secret fantasy?" and with that Mike winked very obviously to the
audience.

   "Weeeell," I started, drawing out the word, "there is something from a
couple of years ago?"

   "Good girl, now's a great time to let it out, get it off your chest,"
and Mike's eyes slid down to my scarlet bra showing so clearly through the
knitted pink short clingy sweater-dress.  "Go on."

   "OK, well I was on holiday and at the next hotel along they were having
a Talent Show, like 'Hotel's got Talent', you know?  So anyway I was gonna
go in for it, singing a song?  It was cool cos there weren't exactly
auditions, you just had to fill in a form and the audition and performance
thing were one chance on stage in the evening fairly late.  I think they
had a panel of judges with buzzers but I reckoned a lot hung on the
audience.  Anyway, I chickened out, partly cos I didn't have a backing
track to sing to, but I expect they could have sorted something if I really
wanted.  Anyway that night I couldn't help thinking how I might have gone
...?"

   I looked up at Mike, and it was obvious to everyone that I wanted his
approval to keep going.

   "That's very interesting, Andrea, I'm glad your getting this off your
chest.  And I'm sure you're right, it might have er, very well hung, on the
audience, " and Mike grinned to his audience who were totally with him,
enjoying the innuendo.  "You want to tell me how far do you go in your
fantasy?  "

   "Um, sure, so er, I sign up to sing 'Purple Rain', cos it was popular
again, and when its my turn I go up on stage, and the music starts, and I
move a little, and start singing, but even in my imagination I know I don't
really sing very well, ha ha," looking to Mike for understanding.

   "Hm, I see, er how did the audience take it?  Did they swallow it?  Its
good for you to get this off your chest, let it all out," and again Mike
glanced at my bra and then theatrically to his own audience.

   "Oh not that well, ha ha, I'm really not a singer," I explained, but it
was like I was making it up as I talked, trying to please, following Mike's
hints, "so to kinda win them back over I concentrated more on dancing,
which seemed to improve things?"

   "Go on, you should go all the way,"

   "Well someone in the audience shouts 'get em off!' and like everyone
kinda laughs and more people shout it out?" looking to see how Mike took
this, would he approve?  He nodded in wise understanding.

   "Really?  Hm, I can see that going down well, getting lots of approval,"
and Mike grinned again to his audience, and someone whistled.  "And you'd
like to uncover your talents?  Would you like to show your assets to the
audience?" Mike grinning again.

   I smiled and nodded, relieved that Mike approved.

   "And you've never acted out this fantasy, this desire? ...Yet?"

   "Well no, course not! ...  not yet?"

   "OK , good girl for telling me, its important to release the tension in
you which is building to a climax," Mike shared the joke with his audience,
"we don't have 'Purple Rain' but we do have my intro music ...  so ... 
SLEEP!  When I wake you, the backing track to your song is halfway through,
you've stopped singing and are dancing, exactly like in the fantasy you
just told.  It's important to you to win over the audience and me the
deciding judge, you are desperate for our approval.  "Silence!" and to the
audience, "Ok so if you wanna play along with this, see where it goes,
don't give her any encouragement unless she starts to show a little flesh,
ok?" then to his crew off-stage, "Start my music and keep it going till I
say stop."

   Mike's own intro music began, and he said, "Hearing! ....  Wide awake!"

   And there I was, on stage in front of what seemed a big audience though
with the lights shining into my eyes it was difficult to see clearly.  My
music was still playing but I knew my singing hadn't impressed, not that it
was a surprise.  I didn't have long before the track ran out so I put a
little extra into my dancing.  Where before I'd just been swaying to the
music as I sang, I now put more energy into my moves, using my hips and
shoulders and even my hair.  Pulling it out of the ponytail and letting my
dark locks hang loose I gave it a shake and got a little clap and hoot,
which made me look out over the audience and brought a smile to my face. 
Maybe all was not lost?

   Glancing over to the Head Judge I saw he was still watching me, and I
thought he maybe gave me a little nod of encouragement?  It was what I
needed, and with what I took as his permission I moved a bit more
raunchily, running my hands up my sides, over my hips and thighs, but
didn't get another audience response until I turned my back and wiggled my
bum, watching them over my shoulder.  That got another little clap and
cheer.  But the Head Judge was yawning and looking away.

   Shit!

   The words, 'get it off your chest' kept running through my head, though
I didn't know why, but it gave me an idea, and spinning to face the
audience again I made a big show of sliding off the left shoulder strap of
my pink knitted dress down to my elbow, exposing the scarlet bra strap. 
That got a little hoot, and the Head Judge was watching again.  Someone
shouted "KEEP GOING!" which got more applause than I'd yet received, and
again I seemed to get another little nod from the Judge.

   Sliding my dress off my right shoulder I got a definite cheer, two
voices maybe, and rotating my hips in a big circle I tugged the dress to my
waist, showing off the thin silk scarlet bra.

   That got an even better reaction, and glancing over I saw that the Judge
was watching and nodding though with a serious look on his face.  Clearly I
still had a way to go.

   It was obvious what my next move should be, but I decided to try to get
the audience to play along with me.

   Hooking my thumbs into the dress I started to slide it down my hips but
stopped after a moment, still rotating my hips, and cupped my right hand to
my ear, looking questioningly at my audience.

   Should I or shouldn't I?  I was asking them, and got a lovely chant of
"Off!  Off!  Off!"

   I made a show of looking over to the Judge for his decision, and got a
mildly bored nod.

   Hm, ok, maybe this wasn't going to be enough, but with dramatic gestures
I slipped the dress down my thighs to the floor and stepped out of it,
kicking it to one side.

   The Judge might not have been impressed but the audience liked it, and I
got big cheers and hoots, which I rewarded by spinning slowly on the spot,
wiggling my almost naked bum, bared in the scarlet thong, even bending
forward a bit, then turning to face them again.

   I figured that would do it as a finale.

   But the music kept playing.  The Judge was motioning to the Sound Guy to
keep it playing, then he looked at me and gestured to the stage for me to
keep going.

   The audience saw this and clapped.

   Ok.

   Well now it was like a bikini contest.

   From what Sarah told me afterwards, it seemed at this point that
everyone thought Mike expected me to do a bit of sexy dancing in my
underwear before finishing the Act, since he was saying something to his
crew off stage and then gathering his microphone and getting ready to take
over again.

   It didn't quite go like that.

   I was in 'Bikini Contest Fantasy' mode and I had an enthusiastic
audience in front of me who had approved of me stripping out of my dress to
minimal underwear, their chants of 'Off!  Off!  Off!' still reverberating
through my mind, a delicious, intoxicating chant, pure sweet music.

   With a dramatic sweep of my arms I brought my hands to the front clasp
of the bra, and with a flourish undid it, whipping it off and throwing it
behind me.

   There were shocked gasps, but I heard 'approval', and with hardly a
moment's break hooked my thumbs in the thong and pushed it down, stepping
out and flicking it behind me with a kick.

   I stood on stage, naked, full frontal nude, before a packed audience,
and did my 'ta-da' pose, left knee bent, feet apart, arms wide.

   The sudden noise was deafening and I knew I'd won, and turned my head to
grin at the rapidly approaching Judge.

   "Well done!  Well done, Andrea, you are tonight's winner!" he declared,
draping an arm round my bare shoulder, before being handed my dress by a
stage hand.  Mike let me take a bow, then called, "Sleep!" sharing his
success with the audience.

   "You will put your dress back on but think that you're still wearing
underwear, and all this will be like a fantasy you imagined.  Put on your
dress, Andrea."

   I slipped the pink sweater dress over my head and pulled it into place.

   "Awake!  Well done Andrea, you were fantastic as a volunteer," he
congratulated me.

   Leaning into the microphone I replied, "But we haven't done anything
yet? Just talked?  I told you I can't be hypnotised!"

   "Well, never mind.  As a hypnotist I can't win them all, but at least
you played along!"

   And to far more applause than I thought I deserved for just being
interviewed, I was escorted off stage and back to my seat, where the other
girls patted my arm and said well done and smiled like I'd livened the
whole party.

   On Saturday morning Sarah and I were settling in for a relaxed lazy
start when she got a message from her older brother.

   "Shit, Andi, I have to go home.  James is gonna drive over to pick me
up. Shit we don't have much time.  Help me pack huh?"

   "Course, no worries.  You better shower while I get your clothes
together." James was Sarah's middle brother, 21.  Her youngest brother
Michael was her twin, and the oldest Peter at 25, lived away from their
home with his girlfriend.

   As Sarah disappeared to the bathroom in her pjs, carrying the jeans,
blouse and undies she'd set out the night before, I put the rest of her
stuff neatly on the bed ready to pack away.  I reckoned that way she could
see what was there and know if we'd forgotten anything.

   I popped downstairs to Mum in just my dressing gown and asked if I could
go stay with Sarah for a few days, if it was ok with Auntie.

   Getting the permission I hoped for I rushed back upstairs, threw the
minimum of stuff in my own bag, and waited impatiently for Sarah to let me
have my turn in the shower.

   We did a quick swap over and just made it downstairs in time for James
to arrive.  Sarah had phoned her Mum and yes, of course I could stay if
James didn't mind driving me home in a few days.  He didn't mind.

   As we drove away it occurred to me that in our hurry, we may not have
closed down my room thoroughly...