Chapter 5

Arty greeted me with open arms, quickly embraced me, and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. Then, it was down to business. The formal wear took around forty minutes, a speedy strip, and into the second outfit. I glanced at Arty to see if he was watching, but he was too busy checking cameras, lighting, and the computer to notice Francis and me getting ready.

Back in the booth, and this time, the clothing was more casual, with the shoot being more risque. Bending over, showing my panties, and then placing me in provocative poses.

All the time, Arty was giving words of encouragement. “You’re a natural, Caitlyn. You’re so good in front of the camera. Pouty dear, give me more pout. Oh, yes, that’s it, hold it, hold it, yes, fabulous, fabulous, now relax.”

After about thirty minutes, it was time to change again. When I saw the dress, my eyes popped out of my head. Wow, real leather, so shiny, so nice to feel. “Francis, can I wear it without a bra?” I wanted to feel the leather all over my body, and I thought it would feel great on my boobs.

She arched her brows, then said, “Certainly, my dear.”

As soon as I had the dress on, wow, the feel of the leather excited me. I ran my hands over the smooth surface as it moulded into every curve of my body, then gave my boobs a little squeeze, my nipples hardened, and the sensation it gave me was delightful. I shimmied back to the booth, and I noticed Arty drop his eyes to my boobs. And a smile appeared on his face.

“Perfect, Caitlyn, that dress works better like that. I’m pleased you’ve got an eye for that sort of detail. Makes it so much easier for me.”

After another forty minutes, the morning shoot was over. “Time for lunch,” Arty called out, and Francis wheeled in a trolley full of sandwiches and drinks.

After lunch, it was time for my underwear shoot. Arty selected three ensembles, and I quickly put the first one on. After that, there was no time for embarrassment each time I changed. Francis was a great help and so supportive. Arty took some close-ups of my bra, then close-ups of my panties, plus distant full-body shots to complete the set, but the session was over quickly.

Next was the swimwear. Arty had selected two designs for me to wear. I was getting used to some poses he put me in as the day progressed, and this sped up the process as I learned how to stand and position my head and legs.

After the first swimwear shoot, Arty went to the fridge as I changed. He came back with two bottles of water and a spray bottle. We had a quick drink, and it was back to the session.

“Right, Caitlyn, I’m going to spray cold water over your face, chest, and boobs. Oh, and a little in your hair. I want to create a wet look.”

Arty held me by the shoulders, turning me into the position he wanted, then sprayed my hair, face, neck, chest, and boobs. “Oh,” I squealed. The cold water was a shock to my system, and I could feel my nipples stiffen. Arty took hold of his water bottle and emptied it over my boobs, “Ooh, that’s cold,” I complained. Arty grabbed my nipples through my bikini top, rolling and squeezing them. “Oh, Arty, please.” My nipples were super hard and protruded through my flimsy top. Arty quickly got his camera and began taking pictures from every conceivable angle.