Sally Goes To A Photo Shoot
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As the camera crew and costume girls began to pack up, Sally approached Griff. “How did I do? I felt so self-conscious, especially at the end there. I’m glad Marg and Marie are here to help with the clothes.”
“Sure, sugar. They are a good crew and they loved you. You know, Joey over there said that you’re a natural, and I agree. You have a natural freshness, an outgoing friendliness, and wicked sense of humour. And you have a tanned and fit body. You would do well as a nude model. Did you know that Andy sent me a nude photo in that batch of promotional photos he sent with you?”
Sally stared at the photo. She was nude on the beach during their summer vacation. Then she stared at Griff. She thought about his offer and almost walked away, but she really wanted to establish herself as a model, so she stood silent, torn, not knowing what to do. Griff patted her shoulder to reassure her. “It’s OK, Sally. It’s no big deal. Lots of models do nudes. Marg and Marie are both nude models, right girls?”
Both nodded. Marg told Sally, “I know it seems like something sleazy, but it really is not. It is more like the boudoir photos people like to take privately or the old publicity photos of New Orleans hookers. There is a good market for nudes, and it pays ten times a regular shoot.”
Ten times. Griff had confirmed it. Sally thought about the renovations she wanted at home and the Caribbean vacation she wanted to book, all possible if she took off her clothes. Well, just this once, she thought. She shivered with sexual energy at the thought what she was about to do.
Griff led her to another part of the cavernous studio where they found a set that looked like an old time brothel with crimson brocade drapes and padded settees and mirrors on walls and on the ceiling. Again the crew was setting up and the women brought period clothes for Sally to try on. The idea was that Sally would be a hooker posing for publicity photos.
The old corset was tight. Sally didn’t like that. But it also pushed up her breasts, which Griff really liked and decided to begin the shoot with images of her full breasts captured in silk and whalebone. Then it was on to her frilly skirt, a low angle shot that exposed the fact she wore no underwear. So the corset was gone to Sally’s great relief and then the skirt, and there was our Sally, naked as the day she was born.
Her inner exhibitionist took over in the excitement of being nude in front of strangers. She pouted and kissed at the camera, played with her toes while flashing her cunt at the crew, and leaning toward the camera for a panoramic shot of her breasts. On and on she went, becoming more and more inventive and provocative in her poses, talking to Griff and working with his suggestions, until Griff said, “OK Sally, spread your legs.”
She stopped and sat up on the settee, looking down quickly. “Why do you want me to do that?” she asked plaintively. She knew the answer. Griff wanted her to cross the line between tasteful soft-core nudes and pornographic exposures of all her naked treasures. Every woman knows that line. It appears whenever a man orders “Spread your legs”.
Rolling her eyes skyward as if asking the divine for guidance, she thought of Andy and what he would say. With that thought, the answer came. Yes, of course Andy would approve. After all, he had taken such photos of her already. She spread her legs.
More directions from Griff. “Hold your breasts. Pinch your nipples. Put your finger in your mouth. Put your finger in your pussy. Hold your pussy lips open. Put your finger in your ass.”
Each new direction seemed more outrageous than the last. Sally’s disbelieving mind struggled with the raw reality of this photo shoot. She realized there were no rules, no limits to what they would make her do for the camera.
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When it was over, the crew once more began packing up. Sally was now so energized by the experience of being photographed nude that she bounced up to Griff and exclaimed, “That was awesome. I would love to do it again.” It was an honest feeling, but she also felt the financial pressure, the need for more pay.”
Griff stopped and looked her up and down. He rubbed his chin. “Hmmm, that’s good, Sally. I love your enthusiasm, and you photograph really well. I mean dynamite, girl.” Sally laughed. “So, we have an open time slot right now for another shoot, if you are interested. This is kind of a speciality photo set for a client.”
“Yeah, sure,” Sally responded with a big grin. It was if Griff had read her mind.
“Well, before you say ‘yes’, I better explain. This is a soft-core bondage scene, so you would be naked and restrained. Not much different from the nude stuff you just did, except you would be tied up.” She paused, still listening. “If you like, we can look at the set and see what you would have to do.” That seemed reasonable, so she nodded.
The set was large, a dark room with low ceilings and bondage furniture. In the middle of the set was a large gyno chair. Griff brought a set of ankle and wrist cuffs and began attaching them to Sally who stood stock still with fright as he buckled the leather cuffs and removed her clothing. As he was working, he slyly checked out her ass, tits, and pussy. They would do well on prominent display.
Without really agreeing to anything, Sally let Griff take her to the chair and secure her wrists to the head rest and her ankles to the stirrups. His deep masculine voice was calm and self-assured, a chocolate brown sweet syrup that lulled her spider sense to sleep. His strong hands were warm and gentle as he clipped the buckles on her cuffs to chair anchors, and he told her a funny story about a model who had gone home on the subway still wearing her bondage cuffs.
Then the mobile camera guy moved around her supine form, framing her fleshy thighs and the perky puddles of her breasts. All the time her eyes moved with him, and she tried to make small talk and jokes because she was in fact terrified. She realized that her bonds were real, and in that position, they could do anything with her they wanted. Her breathing came faster and shallower as she began to panic.
“Easy now, sweetie,” Griff soothed. “He’s just taking all the angles we need for the shoot. There’s really nothing for you to do except look pretty … and you do, of course.” He held her gaze, and she calmed. “Now this is a porn shoot, so we need the standard crotch shot. I’m going to spread the stirrups, Sally. Just remember it’s for the extra money.”
Indeed his offer this second time had been generous, so Sally thought about that as he swung the stirrups wide and the cameras zoomed in. Then to her dismay, quietly out of nowhere came the rest of the crew: all men, all black, and all naked.
“Oh oh … oh what’s that? What’s happening?” Sally demanded in a panic. Griff waved the men to stop.
“It’s just part of the fake bondage scene we are trying to create, Sally.” He could see her initial panic was turning to anger. “I should have told you the whole scene first, but we were pressed for time. I hope you understand.” He looked at her wistfully, as if her approval meant everything to him.
“They … they won’t do … do anything to me? Will they?” She sounded plaintive.
“No no, of course not,” Griff assured her. “They are just here to pose naked with you. There may be some touching in various poses, but nothing sexual.”
So the young men surrounded her on the chair and mimed sex acts. One stood tall between her legs and pretended to put his long black cock into her cunt. His cock head actually did touch her vulva. She could feel it, and it sent and electric charge through her. What would it feel like? Oh no, I can’t. What would Andy say? Finally she came wearily back to her original motive for doing all these things for Griff: “It’s just a start.” There would be other, better jobs.
A young black man, slim and athletic with a huge penis, hovered by her head. Griff asked her to open her mouth when the young man advanced his cock toward it and pretend to suck him. The cameras flashed for that one. Another older black gentleman with a dignified look and substantial penis stretched out his hand toward her right breast, and the camera angle made it look like fondling.
It was over quickly for Sally. She was suddenly alone as the crew disappeared, leaving only Griff. Oddly, they left the cameras and lights. -->
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