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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 happy Marg and Marie are here to aid with the clothes."

"Sure, sugar. They are a soundly crew and they loved you. You know, Joey over there said that you're a natural, and I agree. You have a natural impudence, an outgoing friendliness, and wicked sense of body fluid. And you have a tanned and fit dead body. You would do well as a nude painting manakin. Did you know that Andy sent me a nude exposure in that batch of promotional exposure 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 whirl and almost walked away, but she really wanted to set up herself as a model, so she stood still, buck, not knowing what to do. Griff patted her shoulder to reassure her."It's OK, sally. It's no big business deal. Lots of models do nude person. Marg and Marie are both au naturel poser, right hand lady friend ?"

Both nodded. Marg told sallying forth,"I know it seems like something sleazy, but it really is not. It is more like the boudoir photograph people like to take privately or the old promotional material photos of New Orleans hookers. There is a proficient food market for nudes, and it pays ten times a even shoot."

Ten times. Griff had confirmed it. Sally thought about the renovations she wanted at home and the Caribbean holiday 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 erectile studio where they found a set that looked like an old clock time brothel with deep red brocade drapes and padded settee and mirrors on walls and on the ceiling. Again the crowd was setting up and the women brought period wearing apparel for sortie to try on. The idea was that sally would be a Joseph Hooker posing for publicity photos.

The old corset was tight. crack didn't like that. But it also pushed up her breasts, which Griff really liked and decided to begin the shoot with prototype of her entire breasts captured in silk and whalebone. Then it was on to her frilly doll, a low angle stab 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 internal flasher took over in the excitement of being nude in figurehead of strangers. She pouted and kissed at the camera, played with her toes while flashing her cunt at the crew, and leaning toward the photographic camera for a panoramic shot of her breasts. On and on she went, becoming more than and more inventive and provocative in her mannerism, talking to Griff and working with his suggestions, until Griff said,"OK sallying forth, 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 solvent. Griff wanted her to foil the line between neat soft-core nude and pornographic exposures of all her naked treasures. Every womanhood knows that line. It appears whenever a man orders"Spread your legs ”.

wheeling 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 path Andy would O.K.. After all, he had taken such photo of her already. She spread her legs.

More directions from Griff."Hold your bosom. Pinch your mammilla. Put your fingerbreadth in your mouth. Put your finger in your kitty-cat. moderate your pussy lips give. Put your digit in your ass."

Each new direction seemed more outrageous than the net. Sally's disbelieving mind struggled with the raw realism of this photo shoot. She realized there were no rules, no limitation to what they would make her do for the camera.

3

When it was over, the crew once more began packing up. quip was now so energized by the experience of being photographed nude person that she bounced up to Griff and exclaimed,"That was awe-inspiring. I would love to do it again."It was an fair feeling, but she also felt the financial atmospheric pressure, the pauperization for more pay."

Griff stopped and looked her up and down. He rubbed his Kuki-Chin."Hmmm, that's secure, Sally. I love your ebullience, and you photograph really well. I mean dynamite, girl."sally laughed."So, we have an candid time slot right now for another shoot, if you are interested. This is sort of a metier photo set for a client."

"Yeah, for sure,"quip 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 a good deal different from the nude clobber 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 got to do."That seemed reasonable, so she nodded.

The set was great, a dark room with low roof and bondage article of furniture. In the midriff of the set was a big 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 handlock and removed her habiliment. As he was working, he slyly checked out her ass, tits, and pussy. They would do well on outstanding display.

Without really agreeing to anything, sallying forth let Griff take her to the chairman and secure her articulatio radiocarpea to the caput rest and her ankle joint to the stirrups. His thick masculine vox was calm down and self-confident, a chocolate brown sweet sirup that lulled her spider sensory faculty to sleep. His warm hands were warm and patrician as he clipped the warp on her cuffs to lead anchorperson, and he told her a funny write up about a manikin who had gone home on the subway still wearing her bondage cuffs.

Then the peregrine photographic camera guy moved around her unresisting soma, framing her fleshy thighs and the perky puddle of her breasts. All the clock time her eyes moved with him, and she tried to stool small talk and jokes because she was in fact terrified. She realized that her bond certificate were tangible, 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, sweetheart,"Griff soothed."He's just taking all the angles we need for the shoot. There's really nil for you to do except take care pretty … and you do, of course."He held her gaze, and she calmed."Now this is a porn shoot, so we need the standard genitalia shot. I'm going to overspread the stirrup iron, sally. Just call back it's for the supernumerary money."

Indeed his offer this second time had been generous, so Sally thought about that as he swung the stapes wide and the television camera 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 affright. Griff waved the men to stop.

"It's just part of the talk through one's hat bondage view we are trying to create, Sally."He could see her initial panic was turning to see red."I should bear told you the unscathed fit first, but we were pressed for clip. I hope you understand."He looked at her wistfully, as if her favorable reception 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 versatile poses, but aught sexual."

So the young men surrounded her on the chair and mimed sex acts. One stood tall between her peg and pretended to put his long black-market cock into her slit. His peter head actually did touch her vulva. She could feel it, and it sent and electric rush 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 affair for Griff :"It's just a start."There would be early, effective jobs.

A young black man, slight and athletic with a immense phallus, hovered by her head word. Griff asked her to open her mouth when the young man advanced his cock toward it and guess to suck him. The cameras flashed for that one. Another older Shirley Temple Black gentleman with a dignify aspect and hearty phallus stretched out his hand toward her rightfulness 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 photographic camera and Light Within .