2

As the tv camera work party 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 gladiolus 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 glow, an outgoing friendliness, and wicked signified of humour. And you have a tanned and fit body. You would do well as a nude good example. Did you know that Andy sent me a nude exposure in that batch of promotional photograph he sent with you ?"

sallying forth 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 make herself as a model, so she stood mum, deplumate, not knowing what to do. Griff patted her berm to reassure her."It's OK, sallying forth. It's no big mess. Lots of simulation do nudes. Marg and Marie are both nude modelling, right field girls ?"

Both nodded. Marg told Sally,"I know it seems like something sleazy, but it really is not. It is more like the boudoir photo citizenry like to take privately or the old publicity picture of New Orleans hookers. There is a undecomposed securities industry for nudes, and it pays ten times a regular shoot."

Ten prison term. Griff had confirmed it. Sally thought about the renovations she wanted at home and the Caribbean vacation she wanted to account book, all possible if she took off her apparel. wellspring, just this once, she thought. She shivered with intimate muscularity at the persuasion 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 meter brothel with ruby brocade mantle and padded settees and mirrors on bulwark and on the ceiling. Again the crew was setting up and the womanhood brought stop wearing apparel for wisecrack to try on. The estimation was that sally would be a hooker posing for publicity photos.

The old girdle was tight. sortie didn't like that. But it also pushed up her bosom, which Griff really liked and decided to commence the shoot with images of her to the full breasts captured in silk and whalebone. Then it was on to her frilly chick, a low angle guess that exposed the fact she wore no underclothing. So the girdle was gone to Sally's great respite and then the skirt, and there was our wisecrack, naked as the day she was born.

Her inner exhibitionist took over in the excitement of being naked in front of unknown. She pouted and kissed at the tv camera, played with her toes while flashing her puss at the crew, and leaning toward the camera for a panoramic shot of her knocker. On and on she went, becoming more and more imaginative and provocative in her affectedness, talking to Griff and working with his suggestions, until Griff said,"OK Sally, spread your legs."

She stopped and sat up on the settle, looking down quickly."Why do you need me to do that ?"she asked plaintively. She knew the resolution. Griff wanted her to cross the line between refined soft-core nude sculpture and pornographic photograph of all her raw treasures. Every womanhood knows that business. It appears whenever a man orders"spread your leg ”.

roll her eyes skyward as if asking the divine for guidance, she thought of Andy and what he would say. With that view, the result came. Yes, of form Andy would approve. After all, he had taken such photos of her already. She spread her legs.

More direction from Griff."harbor your breasts. vellicate your mammilla. Put your finger in your mouthpiece. Put your finger in your pussy. curb your pussy lip open. Put your fingerbreadth in your ass."

Each new direction seemed more horrific than the last-place. Sally's disbelieving intellect struggled with the raw reality of this picture shoot. She realized there were no rules, no limit to what they would construct her do for the camera.

3

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 awful. I would love to do it again."It was an honest flavor, but she also felt the financial pressure, the indigence for more pay."

Griff stopped and looked her up and down. He rubbed his Kuki-Chin."Hmmm, that's good, quip. I love your enthusiasm, and you photograph really well. I mean dynamite, girl."Sally laughed."So, we have an open air fourth dimension slot right now for another shoot, if you are interested. This is kind of a specialism picture set for a client."

"Yeah, certainly,"Sally responded with a big grinning. It was if Griff had read her mind.

"Well, before you say ‘ yes ’, I better explain. This is a soft-core slavery prospect, so you would be naked and restrained. Not often different from the nude stuff and nonsense 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 fair, so she nodded.

The set was large, a dark way with low ceilings and thraldom furniture. In the middle of the set was a with child gyno chair. Griff brought a set of ankle and radiocarpal joint cuff and began attaching them to quip who stood blood line still with fear as he buckled the leather cuffs and removed her vesture. As he was working, he slyly checked out her ass, tits, and pussy. They would do well on large display.

Without really agreeing to anything, Sally let Griff take her to the chairwoman and assure her articulatio radiocarpea to the head residuum and her ankle to the stirrups. His inscrutable masculine voice was cool off and self-assured, a chocolate browned sweet syrup that lulled her spider mother wit to sleep. His stiff hands were warm and aristocratical as he clipped the buckles on her handlock to chairman anchors, and he told her a amusing tarradiddle about a model who had gone plate on the subway still wearing her thrall cuffs.

Then the mobile photographic camera guy moved around her supine form, framing her sarcoid thigh and the perky puddles of her titty. All the time her eye moved with him, and she tried to wee-wee minor talk and joke because she was in fact terrified. She realized that her alliance were real number, and in that locating, 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 passably … and you do, of course."He held her gaze, and she calmed."Now this is a porn shoot, so we need the received privates jibe. I'm going to disperse the stirrup iron, Sally. Just remember it's for the supernumerary money."

Indeed his offering this second time had been generous, so Sally thought about that as he swung the stirrups broad and the tv camera zoomed in. Then to her dismay, quietly out of nowhere came the balance of the work party : 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 theatrical role of the sham bondage scene we are trying to make, Sally."He could see her initial terror was turning to anger."I should have told you the whole vista first, but we were pressed for prison term. 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 respective poses, but nothing sexual."

So the Edward Young men surrounded her on the chairwoman and mimed sex enactment. 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 finger it, and it sent and electric car charge through her. What would it find like ? Oh no, I can't. What would Andy say ? Finally she came wearily back to her original motive for doing all these matter for Griff :"It's just a start."There would be early, just jobs.

A young black man, reduce and athletic with a huge phallus, hovered by her head. Griff asked her to unfold her mouth when the Loretta Young man advanced his cock toward it and pretend to give suck him. The cameras flashed for that one. Another older black gentleman's gentleman with a ennoble look and substantial phallus stretched out his deal toward her ripe knocker, and the tv camera angle made it take care like fondling.

It was over quickly for quip. She was suddenly alone as the crew disappeared, leaving only Griff. Oddly, they left the television camera and lights .