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"Yes," she answered. It hadn’t been difficult to figure out. She had cried in her bedroom when Gary had ordered her to show up at the photography studio with the clothing, but she wasn’t going to cry now. She wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction.
Gary gri
"Yeah, OK," Sharon nodded, "but let’s give her a drink first. It’s going to be hot under those lights."
Stacy looked up. Huh?
Sharon picked up an open can of coke from a nearby table and handed it to her. "Drink up," she instructed. "We don’t want you fainting on the set. We’ve got lots of stuff to get through tonight."
Confused, Stacy did as ordered; she drank the coke and handing the empty can back to the impatiently waiting Sharon.
The other girl nodded and took the bottle.
"OK," she a
Stacy spent the next few hours in front of the lights, ru
"Look at the camera."
The colored lights placed her in front of a soft, yellow backdrop. As instructed, Stacy looked at the camera.
"Lean forward… legs apart."
She bent down and spread her legs, causing the skirt to ride up. Her blonde hair, combed out straight, hung down over her left shoulder, framing her breasts for the camera. Behind the bank of lights, her three tormentors were only shadowed silhouettes. Stacy was reminded of her dreams of stripping in front of such lights.
"Open the blouse… now cup your breasts and look sexy. Keep looking up; we want to see your face."
Her hands trembled as they undid the buttons. She had known it would come to this, but it was still so hard; particularly in front of the camera. She cupped her small breasts in her hands, involuntarily teasing her own nipples. They hardened immediately. Would they notice?
"That’s it. Nice nipples. Now, lick your lips…"
Stacy wetted her lips and did her best to look sexy and inviting. Her nipples stayed hard.
"Bend over a bit more… let’s see some more leg…"
Then they dressed her in one of her old swimsuits, now at least one size too small:
"That’s right… other way, now…"
Stacy stood, side on to the camera. They had soaked the suit before dressing her in it, and it clung tenaciously to every curve. Worse, the cold water caused her nipples to become hard again, and it was plainly visible through the thin swimsuit.
"Shoulders back… good, that pushes out your tits… play with the nipples, make them nice and hard… there you go…"
Stacy flushed red.
"OK… now run your hand through your hair… look like you need a good fuck…"
Stacy did as ordered. She slid her fingers through her blonde hair, shaking it out at the back as she did so. She was begi
Then came the outfit she had worn for the party at BCN. It quickly became apparent to Stacy that they had not cleaned it since that night; it stank of dried sweat and sperm.
This time, Sharon put on some music, and had Stacy dance a slow striptease. Neil called encouragement as Stacy slowly divested herself of first the cum-encrusted shirt, and then the tight leather skirt.
And, just like in her dream, she became more and more aroused…
A short break to re-load the camera while Stacy stood, panting slightly, in front of the lights. She was naked from the previous stripping, save only for the leather, high-heeled boots. Neil came over and played with her sweaty tits until it was time for a new outfit.
Stacy fought hard not to respond…
Finally, it was over.
Stacy stood, drained and sweaty in the last outfit she had modelled, a tight, pink rubber dress which left bare as much as it concealed. It was cut low on her neckline, leaving her chest bare down to the upper curve of her tits (at one point in the session, she had been ordered to pop her tits out of the dress, but they were re-covered now). The dress also left her arms exposed up to the shoulder, and only covered her upper thighs down to just below her crotch. Her legs were clearly displayed, taut and sleek in the black pumps. Sharon had done her hair up in a tight bun, giving her a severe, sexy look.
Neil slipped behind her, reached around and began playing with her breasts through the thin rubber as Gary and Sharon clicked off the lights and began storing the film. Involuntarily, Stacy moaned, but didn’t pull away. Her nipples hardened and a trickle of sweat dribbled down between her breasts as they strained against the latex. Neil began kissing her neck.
Gary looked over and smiled. Stacy’s eyes were closed and her mouth slightly parted as she leaned back to accept Neil’s attentions. Her body was clearly begi
"Oh, Stacy." Stacy opened up her eyes and stiffened, remembering where she was.
"I heard that Barry Packard asked you out last a little while ago and you refused. Is that true?"
Stacy bit her lip apprehensively, but nodded. She recognized the tone of voice Gary was using; something bad was going to happen. Behind her, Neil reached down with one hand and began massaging her pussy through the latex dress. The other hand continued to fondle her tits. Subconsciously, she began to squirm back against him.
"Well," Gary continued, "from now on, there’ll no more of that. If one of your lovers wants a re-match, you agree to it."
"What?!" Stacy tried to move forward, but Neil held her tight. "What are you talking about?" Neil popped one of her breasts out from the dress and began teasing the nipple. Stacy tried to ignore it.
"That wasn’t a rule."
"It’s a new rule," Sharon told her, gri
Stacy’s features began to quiver. She had resolved not to cry, but this was too much. A tear trickled down her cheek as she considered the implications of what was being said.
"B-but… there’ll be no end of it. I’ll have to do it all the time." Her mind, now cloudy with lust, struggled to find objections.
"When am I supposed to study or do other things? There are exams coming up!"
Sharon laughed outright at that. Stacy had just been told that she had to agree to fuck almost any guy that asked, and she was complaining about not being able to study for exams!
"Don’t worry about the exams," Gary told her. "We’ll get you the test papers ahead of time. Hell, we’ll even do it for free this time." The three of them laughed as Stacy began to cry in earnest.
"Besides," Gary continued, "it’s not all bad news. We’ve decided to let you earn some pocket money while you’re doing it."
"What?"
"From now on, you charge five bucks for a repeat fuck."
Stacy looked at him in horror.
"The first one’s free, but repeat service costs five bucks." He looked over at Neil. "Except," he continued, "for Neil, of course. He gets it for free."
If possible, Stacy’s sobs became louder. No matter how bad things became, they always managed to make them a little worse. Or a lot worse!
Gary and Sharon continued packing up as Neil slipped his hand under the short dress and began to play with her pussy directly. Stacy shuddered and then relaxed back into his chest, defeated. There was no use resisting it. She began to pant as Neil pushed his middle finger into her now-moist cunt.
When Gary and Sharon finally left the room, she was sitting on top of Neil’s erection, riding it up and down, the pink dress bunched up around her waist.