Chapter 13: The Photoshoot - Poses

“Do her calves and feet ... have a wet look on her lips...”, Rajesh said to the one who did her make up and started typing something on the phone. The guy oiling her arms and stomach walked away.

She had seen the look for a second before their expression returned to normal. She knew they were looking at her like a piece of meat for the whole duration but why did they let her see?

Did they not know when the makeup guy said to open the eyes? Or something more horrifying ... they knew and intended for her to see!

She tried to look over to her husband. He was not in the room!

“Where is my husband?”, she asked, panicking.

“Oh, he left to do some urgent work. He will come back later”, Rajesh replied.

She was thunderstruck. She couldn’t believe he left her. He couldn’t do anything anyway if they tried to do anything but still he was her support. They might not try to seduce her if he was present. How could he leave knowing the kind of guys these are!

She heard the makeup guy announce that he was done. Rajesh then pushed his arm around her and started dragging her towards the bed.

“Let’s start ... we are so late”, he said.

While walking towards the bed she accidentally glanced at the mirror. She almost got a heart attack.

Her face was shiny and glistening. There were heavy highlights around her eyes. Her lips were burning red with a layer of wetness. She thought her face looked too sexy, like she was a whore.

But what shocked her was that she had forgotten about her dress. Her nipples protrusions were plainly visible. And in the bottom she saw the most vulgar camel toe. And in the camel toe a distinct wet patch. But fortunately other parts of the dress looked wet too because of the lotion that they had applied. This along with the face made her look like a whore.

She covered her chest and her mound and grounded herself.

Feeling resistance, Rajesh looked at her.

“This is too revealing ... I can’t...”, Nisha tried to say.

“What are you talking about? This is one of our modest lingerie ... Why are hiding your chest?”, Rajesh said and pulled her hand from her chest.

“But...”, Nisha started to say.

“It’s all fine. You have the option to review the photos afterwards. We can photoshop whatever you don’t like or reject them altogether. Don’t think too much right now”, Rajesh said reassuringly while pushing her into the bed.

Around five light sources, and around ten cameras pointed that way. Some of the cameras were static and some were held by other people. All of them started taking pictures.

She was sure, under bright light her dress was looking even more revealing. She was beyond nervous. She was beyond aroused. What scared her the most was not knowing if she had the strength to fight if someone tried to do something to her.

“Okay, start doing some seductive poses...”, Rajesh ordered.

Nisha didn’t know what to do. She definitely couldn’t be “seductive”, not in front of everyone, not after knowing what they think of her.

“I don’t know ... I don’t think I can do this...”, she replied.

She was getting up when Rajesh came and pushed her down.

“That’s okay. I will show you...”, he said and grabbed her arms.

“Just fold it like this ... yes ... push it inside the hair ... spread these apart ... arch it little...”, he kept telling and guiding her to the pose by grabbing and moving her body parts, many times those she considered private like her thighs, her back, her butt, her belly. Many times his hands lingered and groped.