The Photoshoot (Part 9 Posted 11/19)(COMPLETE)

[RebeccaShaw]

very nice and I know exactly how poor Ashley felt.

[Skylar21]

Drew may be taking the pictures, but Lia is running the show!
Braless shirt in the rain - perfect mixture.

[Emily]

This is a great start! Can’t wait to see where this goes!

[jastes22]

For a moment, I just stared at Lia, my brain frozen from the shock of the rain.

“Now!” Lia hissed.

I didn’t have time to think. I just grabbed the edges of my still-open shirt and pulled it down my shoulders. The shirt, still wet, bunched up halfway down my arms, and suddenly I was standing there, my arms behind me, completely topless. I opened my eyes, a pathetic squeak escaping my lips at the sight of Drew looking at me with open, unblinking eyes. Before I could tell him to look away, he brought up his camera and took a picture.

I swallowed an objection and instead focused on getting the shirt completely off and then throwing my arms in front of my chest. My chest was still dripping with water, and I shivered in the cool air of Lia’s home. Lia grabbed the soaking wet shirt and wrapped it around her arm before throwing it in a bag. I had a feeling I wouldn’t be seeing it for a while.

I huffed, catching my breath after everything. Water still dripped from my skirt, and my panties were completely soaked. I could feel a pool of water gathering at my feet. Despite Lia’s insistence on me removing my shirt due to dripping, she said nothing about what I was wearing under my waist.

Instead, she turned to Drew. “I think we should let Ashley look at those pictures we just took of her outside.”

“I really—”

Lia glared at me, and I fell silent. Now that I was topless, with both of my arms glued to my chest, I didn’t want to move and accidentally reveal something.

But Lia wasn’t giving me a choice. “Come on, Ash,” Lia said.

I stepped over to the two of them, a puddle forming behind me, suddenly very conscious of how my wet hair clung to my skin and how every heave of my lungs made my stomach—and chest—rise a little bit.

With my tits practically in his face, Drew fumbled with his camera, working his way through his pictures. As I looked at the pictures, I could feel my face grow redder and redder. My eyes were squeezed shut, my mouth open in shock and anger. The worst part, though, was the fact that my shirt, completely open and completely drenched, did nothing to cover my very erect nipples poking out.

“Looking good, Ashley,” Lia said.

I bit back a response, instead looking at the final picture of me just a moment ago, completely topless. My shirt around my arms. I blushed. It’s not that I didn’t know what I looked like naked, but seeing myself in an actual picture was different somehow. This could be shared.

It would be shared, I reminded myself. Well, at least I didn’t know the committee of whoever would be looking at these pictures.

“Thanks for that, Ash,” Drew said. “I wasn’t planning on an outside shot, but that worked out well, I think.”

I blushed. I was doing this as a favor for Drew, I reminded himself. I just wished it wasn’t so embarrassing. All my self-confidence in my body was crumbling faster than a sandcastle, and I had no idea why.

Because I’m not in control, I told myself. It felt good to put a finger on it. Normally, when a boy—or a girl—watched me for longer than appropriate, I was in control. They had to live with the fact that they weren’t me or with me. But now…Drew and Lia were dictating every move, and my body was quickly becoming a liability instead of an asset.

“Ready for the next shot?” Drew asked. He was trying to look away, but his eyes continually flickered to my chest, still covered firmly by both of my arms. My nipples were erect and rock-hard, which meant I couldn’t remove my arms for a second without flashing my privates to him and Lia.

I nodded my head. The sooner we got through this, the better. Of course, that also meant I would be naked sooner, too. I just had to embrace the inevitability.

Drew grabbed a large bouquet of blood-red roses, nearly 30 roses in a big puff of color, their stems wrapped in some fancy crinkly paper. “Hold this,” he said.

I whimpered, removing one arm from my chest to grab the bouquet. It was heavier than expected, and I almost reached out with both arms right in front of Drew. “What do I do with this?”

“You’re going to hold that in front of your chest with both hands.”

“But then…” I started.

“Exactly. That’s the point,” Drew said. “You’ll still be covered.”

I swallowed and removed my last arm from my chest, grabbing the roses with both hands and pulling it to my chest as fast as I could. The smell of roses mixed with the rainwater still evaporating on my skin wafted up to my nose. The bouquet was big, and I breathed a little easier feeling it cover the entirety of my chest, but it felt wrong having my shoulders completely exposed. It would be obvious to anyone that I was completely topless.

“Okay, hold still,” Drew said.

“Wait,” Lia said.

I groaned, knowing exactly what she was about to do.”

Quiet, Ash,” Drew said.

Lia reached over and plucked more than half of the roses from the bouquet. I shrieked and pulled back an arm to my chest.

“That’s better,” Lia said. “Now it’ll actually look like you’re topless.”

To say the remaining roses barely covered my tits was stretching it. I tried rearranging the roses to better cover myself by moving the stems with one hand, but without a second hand to move them, there was only so much I could do.

“You got to move your hand, Ash,” Drew said. “Both hands on the stems.”

My name is Ashley! I wanted to scream.

Instead, I remained silent and removed my hand and clenched the bouquet, whimpering at how skimpy the covering now was. A rag with holes like Swiss cheese would’ve been better than what I was holding. There was no way everything wasn’t covered. But, there was nothing I could do about it. Any attempts at negotiating more of a covering would get shot down or even manipulated to put me in a worse situation.

*click*

I swallowed hard at the sound of Drew’s camera going off. I was still shuddering from the cold and the nervousness. Butterflies rumbled in my bare stomach like angry bees.

“Spread your legs,” Drew said. “It’ll accentuate your chest a little.”

For some reason, that made me blush. It was a reminder that Drew was very aware of how big and natural my chest was, and that he was having the time of his life with his crush topless in front of him and being completely in control.

I did so, moving my legs slowly so as to not trip on the slippery floor. I was still dripping wet. The last thing I wanted was to be splayed out on the ground wearing nothing but a soaking-wet skirt and panties. Speaking of, I could feel my panties bunching up near my thighs. I was just glad that my skirt was holding, but it was a reminder that we still had a ways to go before the photoshoot was over

“Okay, now lean forward and give me a little sexy pout.”

Why did he have to phrase it that way? I did not feel sexy in the slightest, but I didn’t resist. Instead, I leaned forward, spreading my legs even further for balance. The angle meant it was easier to cover my chest, but it felt sluttier at the same time. I wasn’t sure how to “pout,” just making kissy faces like I would do in selfies.

“Okay, come look at the pictures,” Drew said.

I opened my mouth to refuse, but a glare from Lia stopped me. I clenched the roses with one hand and wrapped my other arm around me. I walked over, trying to stay as far away from Drew while still being next to him as he scrolled through the pictures. I whimpered at the sight of myself clenching the roses. I was looking down at myself in half of them, looking at the roses, but in the light I looked…defeated and terrified.

It felt like every inch of skin above my waist was exposed, including my bare stomach and my belly button. I had been so focused on my chest I hadn’t thought about how much skin I would be showing with my stomach and my bare shoulders.

By some miracle, my nipples were covered, but it was obvious that I wasn’t wearing a bra. The picture of my “pout” looked terribly awkward. Actually, it looked fine, but I could see the terror in my own eyes. I was on the verge of breaking.

Still two more pieces of clothing left, and I knew the night was only beginning.

[Skylar21]

Drew needs to be more aggressive and take control of Ashley, lest Lia take over the shoot.

Your narrative is a good description of how an inexperienced photographer and model would work together and think.

[jastes22]

My mind still focused on the pictures, I didn’t see Lia reach over with both of her hands to grab the sides of my skirt. I realized what she was doing just a moment too late. My skirt fell to the floor in a heap. Suddenly, I was standing there wearing only a thin pair of nude-colored panties stretched across my butt.

I shrieked at the sensation of the entirety of my thighs and legs revealed, but I couldn’t go anywhere. Unable to move my arms, I could only cross my legs in a vain attempt to cover my crotch, though it did nothing. “Lia!”

Drew rolled his eyes. “You’re fine, Ash. You were going to need to take that off anyway.

“I could’ve done it myself!” I hissed.

“Yeah, but you’ve been kind of dragging your feet,” Drew said. “We’re going to do two more sets. One on your knees, and one on the table.”

On my knees? On the table? What did that mean?

“Oh, and you’re going to have to move your arms from your chest,” Drew said.

Lia looked at him, a ghost of a smile creeping over her face, but said nothing.

“W-what?” I said, my voice hoarse and shaky.

“The panties draw the center of attention to your chest. It’s your best feature, and I want to accentuate it,” Drew said.
“Yeah, but—”

“Ashley,” Drew said. I winced at the sound of my full name. It sounded like a reprimand. “You agreed to this. I know you’re nervous, but the more you balk at everything, the longer this is going to take.”

“I know, I know,” I said. “I’m sorry, you’re right. What do you need me to do now?”

“Get on your knees and put your hands on your head,” Drew said.

My mouth nearly dropped. Never in a million years did I think I would hear those words come out of Drew’s mouth. At least not to me.
But I had agreed to stop resisting, and instead of running through my head all the reasons this was a bad idea, I got down on my knees and slowly lifted my hands from my tits and raised them to my head. I held my breath, the feeling of willingly exposing my tits nearly overwhelming.

“Good. Now, spread your knees so we can see the panties,” Drew said.

My fingers tightened in my hair as I forced my knees apart. My legs were still slick from the rain, and they rubbed against the floor as I spread them. I groaned inwardly as I felt some wetness in between my legs. I wasn’t turned on by this, but I was flaunting my tits and every sensation was heightened.

“Are you able to do one more?” Drew asked.

I was surprised that he was asking, and with my heart racing so fast I almost declined, but one glance at Lia was all it took. “Sure. What do you want me to do?”

“Grab your boobs with your hands.”

No, absolutely not. Playing with my body like that felt so wrong, and to do that in front of a camera? I shuddered at the thought.

“Ash?” Lia asked, a slight warning in her voice.

I shook my head a little, and then raised my hand to grab each of my supple breasts and swirl them with my fingers. I fell into it, enjoying the sensation of my warm hands on my nipples. Part of me wanted to dig into my panties, but I stopped myself. I heard Drew catch his breath, and despite my present situation, I felt myself hold down a swell of pride from eliciting a reaction from him. I still had some control over him. I was nearly naked, yes, but I could do some things, at least.

Drew stepped over to the side, getting profile shots using the glare from the setting sun. I knew that the silhouette of my large tits and my erect nipples would make an appealing display. With my knees bent, it would look like I wasn’t wearing anything from the side.
My first nude picture, I thought. I had a few boyfriends growing up, but I had never been one to send nudes. It felt so…trashy. And yet here I was, posing semi-professionally wearing nothing but panties.

Drew could see that I was about to crack, but he wasn’t about to stop. He grabbed me by the waist and lifted me up. I squeaked at the feeling of his hands on my bare skin, but allowed him to guide my body and lay me on the table. My skin crackled where he touched me, and suddenly I couldn't breathe.

The hard table felt awkward, cold, and hard. For such a common household item, it felt so unnatural to be laying on it with my bare skin.

Immediately, he began to give me directions. “Bend your leg. No, the other one. Now put your hands up above your head. Great.” Stretched across the table like a meal, I could feel myself begin to panic. Drew reached over and started to rearrange my hair, putting little white flowers in my hair. Occasionally, his fingers would brush my neck and tits, and I felt the same crackling as before. I knew my tits were just inches from his face.

He snapped a few pictures, mostly from the side, and just like the other pictures on my knees, I knew my panties weren’t in view and I looked tantalizingly naked.

“Great. Now push with your arms and legs in a reverse plank. Really try to push out your pelvis.”

I wasn’t sure what he was doing, but I did what he asked.

He came over at the bottom of my legs, looking up my stomach and tits and the entirety of my legs and thighs. I whimpered at how much he could see from his vantage point with me in the position I was in.

He was looking through a camera, but I could feel his eyes fixed on my crotch. “Look down at me.”

I groaned from the exertion and forced myself to look down. From his vantage point, he could see all the way up my bare stomach, my tits, up to my face.

The camera went off a few times, though it seemed to take forever. It seemed to me that Drew was taking way more pictures than he needed to.
“That should do it,” Drew said.

I collapsed onto the table, gasping for air. I was a volleyball player, I should’ve been able to hold a reverse plank for longer than a minute or two. I was just so tense that my body was betraying me.

I wasn’t looking over at the two of them, just content to lay there with my hands by my side, when I heard Lia whisper to Drew. “Oh, shoot. I got to go.”

I perked up from the table. “Wait, what? No, you can’t—”

“Oh, hush, Ash,” Lia said. “I’m sure Drew will take good care of you. Besides, you still got a few shots left, I think. I’m sure you’ll do great.” She squeezed a boob, and I squeaked, pulling my arms in. She giggled at my reaction, reaching for her bag nearby.

“You two have fun,” she said, giving a wink to Drew.

As the door closed behind her, I felt a sinking feeling in my chest.

It was just the two of us now.

[Skylar21]

Very nice! This story gets better with each chapter. Keep writing! With Drew fully clothed and Ash naked, She doesn't have a chance.

Let's hope Drew continues to take control. He's doing a pretty good job now.

[jastes22]

Very nice! This story gets better with each chapter. Keep writing! With Drew fully clothed and Ash naked, She doesn't have a chance.

Let's hope Drew continues to take control. He's doing a pretty good job now.

Thanks! It’s been fun ramping up how far Drew is willing to go with our Ashley. This next part should be good, I think.

[Darky]

It’s a great story. And yet I found the last chapter the least you wrote. It felt a bit rushed but that’s my personal opinion about the last chapter. Further I love the story and wonder where it goes, but also where it goes when Ash had paid her debts

[jastes22]

It’s a great story. And yet I found the last chapter the least you wrote. It felt a bit rushed but that’s my personal opinion about the last chapter. Further I love the story and wonder where it goes, but also where it goes when Ash had paid her debts

Yeah sorry about that. This part I had to rewrite multiple times, so I was just kind of trying to get it out in a reasonable time.