Chapter 11: The Photoshoot - New Lingerie

Nisha was so nervous that she could barely think as she walked into the office building. The photoshoot was to take place on the floor one level above where Ram worked.

Nisha called Ram to meet her at the gate on the ground floor of the building. Part of her hoped that Ram would come up with an excuse to not do this, or she will tell him that she is nervous and they can cancel it.

Ram was accompanied by Rajesh who lit up on seeing her. His eyes immediately traveled from her head to her chest, then to her legs and back again to her chest. They lingered there. She was wearing an conservative salwar kameez but she knew nothing could hide her ample bosom.

She felt her nipple immediately tighten under her bra. Rajesh while welcoming her, wrapped both of her hands around her and pulled her into a tight hug. She felt her nipples rub on his chest and their bodies squeezed together for more than a few seconds.

Suddenly she had a realization that made her instantly drench. Rajesh was a lot more subtle in her home. She realized that Rajesh didn’t need to be subtle. She was in his office, filled with his men. He didn’t need to show any restraint. He can do whatever he wants here. He might not go all the way to rape but he can do anything else, squeezing her like he is doing, “accidentally” brushing against her breasts or ass...

She had assumed Rajesh was planning to take pictures to make better deep fakes. He had actually said the same thing in group chat. She had read how he plans to get the right proportion, the right angles, so that they can get the most accurate deep fakes. He also wanted to humiliate Ram but that’s it.

But what if he goes beyond that? That frightened her to her core. She begged the Gods to stop making her fantasize about what can happen and stop making her drench between her legs.

Fortunately, Rajesh finally let go of the hug but he still kept one hand wrapped around her waist. She realized he is going to keep his hand there for the time being.

“Let’s go, we are already late...”, he said and dragged her into the elevator by her waist. She saw her husband. From his face she knew, her husband shared his fear. He looked seconds from fainting.

“Are you going to stand there, wasting time?”, Rajesh asked Ram curtly. He had never been this curt to Ram in their house either. He clearly didn’t care enough to pretend to be nice.

Nisha saw Ram hesitate for a while, thinking for some moments before joining them in the lift.

When they finally entered the room, Nisha was delighted to see an actual professional set up for a photoshoot. She saw multiple cameras with multiple camera men, multiple lights, multiple reflectors ... in the middle was the bed with silky red fabric.

“You are already late ... go change asap”, Rajesh said, handing Nisha a lingerie set and then immediately turned away from her.

Nisha saw the set she was going to wear. It was a pair of solid pink silk demi bras and short boyshorts. It felt extremely soft and silky. She thought it was not too revealing for lingerie even though she had never worn anything remotely this revealing in public. She looked up to see Ram look horrifyingly at what she was holding. Their eyes met and she tried to give an awkward smile.

“What are you still doing here?”, Rajesh asked her loudly.

“Go change...”, he ordered her pointing towards the corner.

Nisha tried to walk towards where he pointed. She couldn’t find a changing room but instead found an antique wooden room divider. It was made up of two thin panels and came up to her neck.

She looked around. There were a lot of men in the room. She knew all except her husband were horrible perverts, some were sexual abusers. All of them would try to find a way to look at her naked body. She imagined what would happen if someone took a picture of her naked body in secret and shared it in the group. The thought made her tingle between her legs. It was another reason she wanted an actual changing room, so she could quickly take care of her needs if she wanted.

“What are you waiting for?”, she heard Rajesh ask from behind her.

She turned towards him.

“I was looking for a changing room...”, she said.

“You can use this...”, Rajesh said looking at the divider.

“It’s not ... I am not comfortable with...”, she tried to say but Rajesh interpreted.

“Don’t worry, this is industry standard. You have to change so many clothes ... it would take up too much time to go to the changing room ... now hurry” he said and gently pushed her behind the divider.