Chronicles Of A Seductress Chapter Five
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Tasteful Glamour They Said?!
Jane stood unclothed before the full length mirror. Her full breasts and long legs would take the breath away from any man.
Another change of clothes before the next session with the photographers.
Seeing herself naked made her ask herself, what the photographers would make of her if the perverts got the chance to see her like this, but such hadn't been agreed to and rules were rules and a contract had been signed..
None of the photographers had missed a trick in trying to entice her to that end though, even during the first session, repeatedly suggesting that she should show 'just a little more.”
But she had avoided engaging with them along those lines, and just concentrated on the poses.
The Camera Club had advertised for a female model. The advert had specified that it was for the purposes of portraiture and subtle glamour. Each photographer present paying £15 per hour and Jane needed the money.
Portraiture And Subtle Glamour? Yeah, Right.
Ten photographers had turned up for the first hour, and ten were waiting for the second session. That would mean Jane would take home at least £300 for an evening's work. Not bad, especially when money was tight, and both the rent and builders needed paying. Jane had insisted that work carried out on her home was the responsibility of the landlord, but he disputed this. But that was another matter, for another day. Jane just needed the money and needed it quite urgently.
The second session would take place simultaneously with the appearance of a male model in the same room. The Camera Club holding two events on the same evening. The respective studio set-ups being partitioned by a screen, each with its own lighting and its own group of photographers.
Jane understood that the male model was employed to pose nude, and that female photographers may also be there, but she hadn't seen any.
The male model was charging £20 per hour, per photographer, so Jane would be out of pocket compared to him. As the sessions approached, more and more photographers arrived.
Although Christmas had long passed, and the hot weather was anything but appropriate, some photographers had specifically requested that Jane pose in a Mrs. Santa outfit. Jane had no problem with that. Wearing a Santa hat, a red/white bikini and red high-heels, Jane looked stunning as she posed under the studio lighting.
Cameras clicked and lights flashed, and the session was going well. Then the suggestions for ruder poses began.
Demands For More.
“Can you pout your lips a little more, Jane, put your hands behind your head and shove your boobs out?”
Jane complied and the cameras clicked even quicker. More suggestive poses were requested with a view to emphasis upon Jane's boobs.
One request was for Jane to hold the Santa hat upright on her head, suggesting that it was erect, while sticking out her chest and looking naughty. Jane complied again, and the cameras almost exploded.
“What about a shot without the bikini top, Jane?” shouted one member.
“Yes, please. We'll pay you double. You haven't got to show your nipples. You can cover them with your fingertips. Please, Jane, you've got wonderful boobs. Shame to have them all covered up, all the time.”
Jane thought hard about it and turned her back upon the crowd. She pretended to undo the straps of the bikini top, while thrusting out her boobs, and the rush of feet from the other side of the room surprised everyone.
Suddenly there were twice the number of photographers in front of her. The organisers whispered to Jane to ask if this was OK. Jane took a drink of red wine from the side, and nodded. The organisers then took details, so that Jane would be paid accordingly. The photography resumed.
Jane did quite a few poses, all with the pretence of undoing the red bikini. Both with her back towards the group, and also while facing them. Each time she pretended to undo the top. She also pretended shock, surprise and with a suggestive and inviting expression. The crowd loved it and were almost going wild, and many had to change their memory cards, having taken so many shots.
A Break and More Demands.
A break was taken and Jane paused for an even larger sip of wine, as she was beginning to feel a little self conscious.
The organiser advised Jane that the remaining hour's takings alone would now exceed £300.
Camera Club members suggesting that their contributions would exceed £600 if Jane would pose topless in the Santa outfit.
Resuming the session, Jane returned to where she had left off. A few photographers at the back of the crowd whistled and shouted, “Ger'em off, gorgeous!”
Jane strutted back and forth in front of the lights, all the time thrusting out her hips and boobs, pretending to undo the bikini top, and pulling the sides of the bikini bottom further up her hips, emphasising the length of her legs, and the shape of her pert bum.
Jane had to make a decision, so she turned her back to the crowd, placed her hands behind her head and undid the bikini top. The crowd roared.
Covering her boobs with her arms, Jane turned coyly to face the photographers. The flashes went berserk, cameras clicking wildly.
Some photographers shouted at Jane, “show us yer tits, beautiful!”
Jane strutted up and down showing more and more of her boobs but ensuring that her arms covered her nipples. It was mind-blowing.
Then Jane turned her back on the crowd again, completely undid the bikini top and allowed it to fall to the floor. She covered her nipples with the index finger of each hand, and turned to face the photographers. Now Jane's entire cleavage was exposed, except her nipples.
Mayhem almost ensued. And another break was called for.
Another Break And More Demands.
During the break the organisers told Jane that the photographers would collectively pay her in excess of £1,000 if she would pose topless, and then do some tasteful nude shots on the bed being used by the male model next door.
Jane had now had a few more drinks of wine, and the next session began, with her again returned to where she had left off.
Walking back and forth, posing with as many variations as possible, Jane displayed her considerable charms but with her nipples covered at all times by her index fingers.
The photographers had a good idea of what Jane's cleavage entailed by now, and they were almost frothing at the mouth for more.
Jane had a whisper from an organiser, mid-pose, that they would now pay her an increased amount of £1,500 for topless shots plus a few tasteful nude photos on the male photographer's bed.
She had to make a decision or call it a day. The photographers were ready to pay almost anything for a glimpse of Jane's tits.
The Slippery Slope.
Turning her back to the photographers, Jane now raised both her hands above her head, clearly revealing that both her breasts were entirely exposed. Even with her back facing them, the cameras again virtually exploded.
“Turn round, Jane!” came the shouts, “Show us your boobs, you're driving us insane!”
As if on cue, Jane turned around, with her hands still above her head, raising the Santa hat to simulate an erect penis.
The crowd went mad, as Jane strutted back and forth, with both her breasts exposed to the photographers. As she walked her boobs bounced up and down. She glanced at her boobs and saw that her nipples were sticking out for fine weather.
Jane now had them eating out of her hands, and a host of provocative poses ensued, including bending over, cupping her tits, licking her nipples, and getting physically closer to the photographers.
Jane then turned her back again, walked a few paces away, and bent down on her knees. She then proceeded to remove her bikini bottom, before standing upright again. Now she was naked with the exception of the Santa hat, and the crowd went made.
Every photographer in the building was now photographing Jane, and Jane alone.
Every pose emphasised her breasts, and the length of her legs. She lay across the floor on her back in the most provocative poses imaginable, to the utter delight of the perverts behind the lenses.
The adjacent session with the male model had come to a halt as soon as Jane had removed her top. Now the bed was free, and the organisers suggested that Jane use it for the “tasteful nudes,” although Jane had already posed 'tastefully nude' in front of the crowd.
As suggested, Jane lay naked on the bed, covering her nipples with her arms, and her pussy with part of a sheet, while responding to the poses requested by each and every photographer. Another break was called for, and another drink of wine for Jane.
Another Break. More Demands. More Wine.
The organiser's now approached Jane with a suggestion that she join the male model in some joint poses.
A payment of £1,500 being guaranteed for completion of the next half-hours' work. Due to the amount of wine consumed Jane was almost past caring.
Jane returned to the bed and continued where she had left off with the tasteful nude shots.
There was now no room for any more photographers. They were all gathered around the bed with their cameras. Some even had videos, which wasn't really agreed.
As the poses continued, Jane was feeling less and less inhibited.
Then they introduced the male model. Jane was quite taken aback at first. His tanned, mucular body, six-pack, and extremely well-endowed penis was a bit of a shock.
She never expected him to just suddenly appear nude. He then took his place on the bed by the side of her, and they both responded to the poses suggested and requested by the photographers.
Some photographers suggested that Jane and the male model engage in positions that simulated sexual contact. The male model agreed immediately, but Jane was more reticient. Eventually she agreed, and a few intimate embraces took place.
The Crowd Demand More.
But it wasn't enough for the crowd. With one pose that involved Jane lying on her back, the male model was instructed to climb above her, with his hands astride her body close to her breasts. Jane could feel his breath on her face and exposed breasts.
Despite the simulated sexual position, no physical contact was involved at that time, but then the photographers suggested that Jane part her legs and raise her knee that was furthest away from the camera.
The male model then lay above her, inside her parted legs, with their respective groins only inches apart.
Jane's pussy was still strategically covered with a sheet, but the male models' genetelia were fully visible. And now fully erect too.
The Inevitable. Too Inebriated To Object.
What happened next was inevitable. Asking Jane to look into the eyes of the male model, the photographers asked the male model to pull the sheet aside, exposing Jane's pussy.
Now they were both totally naked, Jane's legs were wide apart and the male model's erect penis was virtually touching her vagina.
Jane glanced down and saw it, but before she could protest, an organiser whispered to her that she would be guaranteed £4,000 if there was slight physical contact with the male model for the photographers.
While trying to make sense of what was going on, the wine taking effect, Jane didn't think to object.
The next thing she knew was the increasing noise of camera shutters as the erect penis of the male model actually made contact with her pussy. She gasped, and more camera shutters fired.
The male model, himself quite inebriated by now, placed one of his hands upon Jane's breasts, carressing her nipple. With his other hand he parted the lips of Jane's pussy and placed the shiny head of his cock between the lips.
Jane said, “No penetration!”
“Of course,” he replied, “just a little pressure for the cameras.”
“B-b-but....” murmured Jane, finding it impossible to release her words.
Jane glanced down again towards her tummy, as she could feel the pressure of his erect penis upon the opening of her vagina, pulling her lips apart.
Her pulse began raising even more, as the male model began licking her nipples and squeezing her breasts. All the while increasing the downward pressure of his hips.
The photographers were even closer now, and the videos rolled alongside the click of the shutters.
They all witnessed the purple head of the male model's enormous erect penis, slide into Jane's pussy and disappear inside her.
Jane moaned instead of protesting, and the male model increased the downward pressure of his groin. Inch by inch his erect penis penetrated further inside Jane.
Now he began to thrust in and out, faster and faster, and Jane was totally consumed by events. Moments later the male model withdrew and ejaculated upon Jane's tummy, and it was all over.
Jane covered herself and dashed behind the screen to change, feeling used and abused. The organizers duly turned up and presented Jane with £2,000 cash for the evening's work.
Well, if you've got it flaunt it, so they say. "Bloody perverts," Jane thought to herself.
Counting the money, Jane realised that she would be able to pay most of her debts, the builders and about half of the overdue rent.
It wasn't perfect, but it would go a long way to keeping a roof over her head. But this couldn't be right.
Jane stood unclothed before the full length mirror. Her full breasts and long legs would take the breath away from any man.
Another change of clothes before the next session with the photographers.
Seeing herself naked made her ask herself, what the photographers would make of her if the perverts got the chance to see her like this, but such hadn't been agreed to and rules were rules and a contract had been signed..
None of the photographers had missed a trick in trying to entice her to that end though, even during the first session, repeatedly suggesting that she should show 'just a little more.”
But she had avoided engaging with them along those lines, and just concentrated on the poses.
The Camera Club had advertised for a female model. The advert had specified that it was for the purposes of portraiture and subtle glamour. Each photographer present paying £15 per hour and Jane needed the money.
Portraiture And Subtle Glamour? Yeah, Right.
Ten photographers had turned up for the first hour, and ten were waiting for the second session. That would mean Jane would take home at least £300 for an evening's work. Not bad, especially when money was tight, and both the rent and builders needed paying. Jane had insisted that work carried out on her home was the responsibility of the landlord, but he disputed this. But that was another matter, for another day. Jane just needed the money and needed it quite urgently.
The second session would take place simultaneously with the appearance of a male model in the same room. The Camera Club holding two events on the same evening. The respective studio set-ups being partitioned by a screen, each with its own lighting and its own group of photographers.
Jane understood that the male model was employed to pose nude, and that female photographers may also be there, but she hadn't seen any.
The male model was charging £20 per hour, per photographer, so Jane would be out of pocket compared to him. As the sessions approached, more and more photographers arrived.
Although Christmas had long passed, and the hot weather was anything but appropriate, some photographers had specifically requested that Jane pose in a Mrs. Santa outfit. Jane had no problem with that. Wearing a Santa hat, a red/white bikini and red high-heels, Jane looked stunning as she posed under the studio lighting.
Cameras clicked and lights flashed, and the session was going well. Then the suggestions for ruder poses began.
Demands For More.
“Can you pout your lips a little more, Jane, put your hands behind your head and shove your boobs out?”
Jane complied and the cameras clicked even quicker. More suggestive poses were requested with a view to emphasis upon Jane's boobs.
One request was for Jane to hold the Santa hat upright on her head, suggesting that it was erect, while sticking out her chest and looking naughty. Jane complied again, and the cameras almost exploded.
“What about a shot without the bikini top, Jane?” shouted one member.
“Yes, please. We'll pay you double. You haven't got to show your nipples. You can cover them with your fingertips. Please, Jane, you've got wonderful boobs. Shame to have them all covered up, all the time.”
Jane thought hard about it and turned her back upon the crowd. She pretended to undo the straps of the bikini top, while thrusting out her boobs, and the rush of feet from the other side of the room surprised everyone.
Suddenly there were twice the number of photographers in front of her. The organisers whispered to Jane to ask if this was OK. Jane took a drink of red wine from the side, and nodded. The organisers then took details, so that Jane would be paid accordingly. The photography resumed.
Jane did quite a few poses, all with the pretence of undoing the red bikini. Both with her back towards the group, and also while facing them. Each time she pretended to undo the top. She also pretended shock, surprise and with a suggestive and inviting expression. The crowd loved it and were almost going wild, and many had to change their memory cards, having taken so many shots.
A Break and More Demands.
A break was taken and Jane paused for an even larger sip of wine, as she was beginning to feel a little self conscious.
The organiser advised Jane that the remaining hour's takings alone would now exceed £300.
Camera Club members suggesting that their contributions would exceed £600 if Jane would pose topless in the Santa outfit.
Resuming the session, Jane returned to where she had left off. A few photographers at the back of the crowd whistled and shouted, “Ger'em off, gorgeous!”
Jane strutted back and forth in front of the lights, all the time thrusting out her hips and boobs, pretending to undo the bikini top, and pulling the sides of the bikini bottom further up her hips, emphasising the length of her legs, and the shape of her pert bum.
Jane had to make a decision, so she turned her back to the crowd, placed her hands behind her head and undid the bikini top. The crowd roared.
Covering her boobs with her arms, Jane turned coyly to face the photographers. The flashes went berserk, cameras clicking wildly.
Some photographers shouted at Jane, “show us yer tits, beautiful!”
Jane strutted up and down showing more and more of her boobs but ensuring that her arms covered her nipples. It was mind-blowing.
Then Jane turned her back on the crowd again, completely undid the bikini top and allowed it to fall to the floor. She covered her nipples with the index finger of each hand, and turned to face the photographers. Now Jane's entire cleavage was exposed, except her nipples.
Mayhem almost ensued. And another break was called for.
Another Break And More Demands.
During the break the organisers told Jane that the photographers would collectively pay her in excess of £1,000 if she would pose topless, and then do some tasteful nude shots on the bed being used by the male model next door.
Jane had now had a few more drinks of wine, and the next session began, with her again returned to where she had left off.
Walking back and forth, posing with as many variations as possible, Jane displayed her considerable charms but with her nipples covered at all times by her index fingers.
The photographers had a good idea of what Jane's cleavage entailed by now, and they were almost frothing at the mouth for more.
Jane had a whisper from an organiser, mid-pose, that they would now pay her an increased amount of £1,500 for topless shots plus a few tasteful nude photos on the male photographer's bed.
She had to make a decision or call it a day. The photographers were ready to pay almost anything for a glimpse of Jane's tits.
The Slippery Slope.
Turning her back to the photographers, Jane now raised both her hands above her head, clearly revealing that both her breasts were entirely exposed. Even with her back facing them, the cameras again virtually exploded.
“Turn round, Jane!” came the shouts, “Show us your boobs, you're driving us insane!”
As if on cue, Jane turned around, with her hands still above her head, raising the Santa hat to simulate an erect penis.
The crowd went mad, as Jane strutted back and forth, with both her breasts exposed to the photographers. As she walked her boobs bounced up and down. She glanced at her boobs and saw that her nipples were sticking out for fine weather.
Jane now had them eating out of her hands, and a host of provocative poses ensued, including bending over, cupping her tits, licking her nipples, and getting physically closer to the photographers.
Jane then turned her back again, walked a few paces away, and bent down on her knees. She then proceeded to remove her bikini bottom, before standing upright again. Now she was naked with the exception of the Santa hat, and the crowd went made.
Every photographer in the building was now photographing Jane, and Jane alone.
Every pose emphasised her breasts, and the length of her legs. She lay across the floor on her back in the most provocative poses imaginable, to the utter delight of the perverts behind the lenses.
The adjacent session with the male model had come to a halt as soon as Jane had removed her top. Now the bed was free, and the organisers suggested that Jane use it for the “tasteful nudes,” although Jane had already posed 'tastefully nude' in front of the crowd.
As suggested, Jane lay naked on the bed, covering her nipples with her arms, and her pussy with part of a sheet, while responding to the poses requested by each and every photographer. Another break was called for, and another drink of wine for Jane.
Another Break. More Demands. More Wine.
The organiser's now approached Jane with a suggestion that she join the male model in some joint poses.
A payment of £1,500 being guaranteed for completion of the next half-hours' work. Due to the amount of wine consumed Jane was almost past caring.
Jane returned to the bed and continued where she had left off with the tasteful nude shots.
There was now no room for any more photographers. They were all gathered around the bed with their cameras. Some even had videos, which wasn't really agreed.
As the poses continued, Jane was feeling less and less inhibited.
Then they introduced the male model. Jane was quite taken aback at first. His tanned, mucular body, six-pack, and extremely well-endowed penis was a bit of a shock.
She never expected him to just suddenly appear nude. He then took his place on the bed by the side of her, and they both responded to the poses suggested and requested by the photographers.
Some photographers suggested that Jane and the male model engage in positions that simulated sexual contact. The male model agreed immediately, but Jane was more reticient. Eventually she agreed, and a few intimate embraces took place.
The Crowd Demand More.
But it wasn't enough for the crowd. With one pose that involved Jane lying on her back, the male model was instructed to climb above her, with his hands astride her body close to her breasts. Jane could feel his breath on her face and exposed breasts.
Despite the simulated sexual position, no physical contact was involved at that time, but then the photographers suggested that Jane part her legs and raise her knee that was furthest away from the camera.
The male model then lay above her, inside her parted legs, with their respective groins only inches apart.
Jane's pussy was still strategically covered with a sheet, but the male models' genetelia were fully visible. And now fully erect too.
The Inevitable. Too Inebriated To Object.
What happened next was inevitable. Asking Jane to look into the eyes of the male model, the photographers asked the male model to pull the sheet aside, exposing Jane's pussy.
Now they were both totally naked, Jane's legs were wide apart and the male model's erect penis was virtually touching her vagina.
Jane glanced down and saw it, but before she could protest, an organiser whispered to her that she would be guaranteed £4,000 if there was slight physical contact with the male model for the photographers.
While trying to make sense of what was going on, the wine taking effect, Jane didn't think to object.
The next thing she knew was the increasing noise of camera shutters as the erect penis of the male model actually made contact with her pussy. She gasped, and more camera shutters fired.
The male model, himself quite inebriated by now, placed one of his hands upon Jane's breasts, carressing her nipple. With his other hand he parted the lips of Jane's pussy and placed the shiny head of his cock between the lips.
Jane said, “No penetration!”
“Of course,” he replied, “just a little pressure for the cameras.”
“B-b-but....” murmured Jane, finding it impossible to release her words.
Jane glanced down again towards her tummy, as she could feel the pressure of his erect penis upon the opening of her vagina, pulling her lips apart.
Her pulse began raising even more, as the male model began licking her nipples and squeezing her breasts. All the while increasing the downward pressure of his hips.
The photographers were even closer now, and the videos rolled alongside the click of the shutters.
They all witnessed the purple head of the male model's enormous erect penis, slide into Jane's pussy and disappear inside her.
Jane moaned instead of protesting, and the male model increased the downward pressure of his groin. Inch by inch his erect penis penetrated further inside Jane.
Now he began to thrust in and out, faster and faster, and Jane was totally consumed by events. Moments later the male model withdrew and ejaculated upon Jane's tummy, and it was all over.
Jane covered herself and dashed behind the screen to change, feeling used and abused. The organizers duly turned up and presented Jane with £2,000 cash for the evening's work.
Well, if you've got it flaunt it, so they say. "Bloody perverts," Jane thought to herself.
Counting the money, Jane realised that she would be able to pay most of her debts, the builders and about half of the overdue rent.
It wasn't perfect, but it would go a long way to keeping a roof over her head. But this couldn't be right.
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