Chapter 26: Tuesday Afternoon, 3:03PM

We should leave. Now. Alaina stepped forward and was immediately blocked by Taylor, who was trying to leave.

“I’m taking off now that you’re all acquainted,” said Taylor, looking back over her shoulder. “Becks, give me a call when you’re done.”

“Just like usual!” Becks said cheerfully.

“Take care now,” Floyd called.

Taylor waved and exited the room, forcing Alaina back.

“See what you think after today,” Taylor said to the redhead as she started back down the hallway.

Alaina followed after her. “Um, Taylor...”

The older woman looked back over her shoulder, but continued walking.

“That Floyd guy,” Alaina said quietly, “he’s really a photographer?”

Taylor’s lips turned up into an amused smile. “Why? Because he’s very good-looking?”

“No, I mean—”

“He’s the one the client went with,” Taylor said. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and grimaced. “I thought I had time for this,” she muttered. She looked up again with a smile that was all business. “Alaina, photographers come in all types. I haven’t worked with Floyd before, but I’ve seen his portfolio and it’s reasonably good. Today should be quick, so just sit back and try to keep Laura smiling. It was nice meeting you.”

Alaina sighed. “Sure, nice meeting you, too.” She turned back towards the room in time to hear Laura laughing. It’s definitely the same guy. That’s gotta be his car out front. How the fuck is he a photographer? She reached the makeup room and almost walked into Floyd, who was the next to leave. The sound of Laura and Becks talking drifted out behind him.

“Oh, hi there,” he said, sizing her up with a smooth grin. He squared his shoulders, drawing his forest green polo shirt tighter across his well-muscled chest.

I can’t tell if the smile makes him more or less creepy. If I didn’t know him I’d say less, but since I do, definitely more. “Hello,” she replied, taking a step back.

Floyd’s brow furrowed. “You look familiar,” he said. He looked down at her and stroked his hand across the stubble on his chin. “Have we met before?”

He doesn’t remember? Oh, he doesn’t recognize me. That’s probably lucky considering the circumstances. “No,” she said, pitching her voice a little higher than usual. “I think I’d remember it if I’d met you before.” She batted her lashes. Most girls would for a guy this attractive, right?

“I am quite memorable,” Floyd said, looking pleased. “Ah, we haven’t been properly introduced.” He stuck out his hand. “Floyd.”

The same hand he grabbed me with. Ick. She cringed a little. “Sorry, I’m a bit of a germaphobe. You can call me ... Allie.”

He withdrew his hand, giving her a friendly grin. “No worries, Allie. You’re here with Luciana?”

Is he gonna call her that the whole time? Ugh. I should try to get us out of here... A lightbulb went off in her head. Wait a minute, we’ll be fine. He can’t do anything to me, so I’ll just stick close to Laura in case he tries using a Skill on her. Taylor said he’s a real photographer, and Becks is here, too, supposedly to chaperon. He’d have to get rid of her to do anything, and that’d be pretty easy to notice. This Cynthia woman is coming back soon, too. Yeah, there’s no need to ruin this for Laura. She seemed like she was looking forward to it. She needs something fun to do after the past few days. “Yup,” she said. “I’m just here to keep an eye on her.”

“Sensible,” said Floyd, giving her a nod. “Always good to have a friend around.”

Maybe he’s really just here as a photographer? I guess that seems like a rich guy type of hobby, doesn’t it. Taking pictures of all the sexiest girls in their underwear and getting paid for it. I’m almost a little surprised Will doesn’t do it. Then again, it’s probably hard to carry a conversation while posing, so maybe it’s not that surprising.

“Can I give you a tour of the studio?” Floyd asked in a casual tone. “Luciana’s getting—”

“No, thanks,” Alaina said, keeping a pleasant smile on her face. “I’ll just hang out in the makeup room for now.”

“Suit yourself,” said the handsome photographer with a shrug. “I’ll be in the other room checking lighting.” He turned and walked towards another doorway a little further down the hall on the other side.

Makes sense. If it’s really just a hobby then he’s not going to jeopardize it by doing anything during a job. Yeah, nothing to worry about. She stared after him for a moment before turning back into the makeup room.

“Alaina, hi, I’m Becks,” said Becks as soon as she entered. “Laura said you were her best friend. Glad to have you aboard!”

Alaina looked around the room and spotted a folding privacy screen off to the side. “Nice to meet you,” she said absently, “and glad to be here.” A rustling emanated from the direction of the screen, and she swallowed as her heartbeat sped up. So she’s ... getting naked ... behind that right now?

“Ever gone to a shoot with her before?” Becks asked, drawing the extremely horny redhead’s attention again.

“Nope,” Alaina said, her mind racing. I wonder if Laura might need help with anything? I mean, as her breast friend I should definitely be there to lend a hand, shouldn’t I?

“It’s a lot of waiting around if you’re on the sidelines like us,” said Becks. She walked over to one of the stools in front of the makeup mirror and took a seat. “From what Taylor said, this one should be over in an hour or two unless—”

“Um, Alaina,” Laura’s voice called out abruptly from behind the screen. “Can you give me a hand with something?”

Alaina was unable to stop her smile from widening. “Sorry, I’ll be back,” she said quietly to Becks. “Yeah,” she called as she slowly walked over. “What do you need, Laura?” She hesitated for a moment before stepping around behind the screen.

Laura stood facing her, wearing lingerie.

The bottoms ... Alaina swallowed.

“Cool, isn’t it?” said Laura in a soft voice. She twirled a lock of hair around her fingers while she rotated her hips slightly from side to side.

Alaina swallowed again. “Y-yeah,” she stammered, trying to soak in every inch of the girl in front of her.

The lingerie was red. Bright red. It started with thigh-high stockings which ended in wide, red bands that hugged and shaped the taller girl’s legs. They were clipped up to the bottom of what looked like the frame of a corset without any of the covering; at the lower end was a finger-thick garter-like belt of red fabric connecting the equally-thin suspender straps which hooked onto the tops of the stockings, and it joined with more crimson strands leading up to the undersides of a quarter-cup bra which became less substantial the higher her eyes drifted until it ended, the red lines continuing up and over her shoulders past a small mole just over her left clavicle. A pair of embroidered flower patterns ran up and down to either side of her navel, starting in the cups of the bra—barely managing to obscure her nipples, and certainly not doing anything to block anyone’s view of a small birthmark on the inside of her right breast—and terminating where they seemed to meet at her crotch, which was similarly not-covered except by the outline of a red panty and the flower embroidery.

Alaina swallowed a third time, her eyes wide. Her heart raced. She didn’t know where to look. Her eyes constantly moved without stopping.

“You like it?” Laura whispered, her face slightly pink.

The tongue-tied redhead nodded without thinking, her eyes now fixed to the other girl’s massive breasts. Then she looked down again, her gaze trailing along a perfectly flat stomach and then past it, amazed that she couldn’t see through the embr—

“I’m not wearing anything underneath,” Laura whispered.

Alaina’s eyes snapped up. I need her. She stared into the model’s playful green eyes.

“I could use your help,” Laura said, showing a seductive smile with her lips slightly parted.

Oh fuck, is that her modeling smile? Alaina’s eyes nearly popped out of her head, and her breath caught.

The blonde girl turned around slowly, pulling her hair forward over her shoulder.

The back of the outfit was just as insubstantial as the front, except that It lacked any of the embroidery. The tops of the stockings were not clipped to the garter belt, and the bright red suspender slings were hanging downwards with a slight curve around Laura’s butt, creating the illusion of a circle with the fabric it connected to—a circle that was bisected by a thin, red strip from the almost-nonexistent bottoms where they cut around towards the front. The back part of the corset consisted of bright red lines which mirrored the front, with a wide red band running vertically that had at least a dozen tiny eye hooks, half of which were left to be fastened.

Alaina whimpered softly—too softly to even be heard. Her heart pounded. She was aroused. She’d forgotten to use her cleaning Skill. She was soaked. She loved it.

“If you could clip my stockings in the back,” Laura said, shifting her weight onto her left foot and causing her butt to become fuller on that side, “it’s a little hard for me to reach, and I don’t want to chance breaking the hooks because they’re not exactly made for durability.”

Alaina stared.

“There’s little hooks on the garter suspenders hanging down,” Laura continued, “and you just hook them through the little rings at the tops of the stockings.”

I just... Her trembling hand reached out to grab one of the suspenders.

Laura shifted her weight to her right foot.

Alaina’s fingers missed the fabric of the suspender, which had just moved slightly, and sunk into the cleft where the blonde girl’s leg met her butt.

Laura shivered the tiniest bit.

Alaina licked her lips, but her mouth was suddenly dry. She moved her fingers over, maintaining skin contact, and snatched the red elastic sling up. She tugged it downwards and then used her other hand’s fingers to stroke the back of the other girl’s leg before she grasped the ring and ran the hook into it.

“Just like that,” Laura said. She moved her leg a little. “Yep, you got it! Now the other one, if you could. And then I need you to get the hooks I didn’t fasten on the corset.”

Alaina gulped.

“Thanks!” Laura turned around and gave Alaina a bright smile.

Fuck, I don’t even know which smile is better, the seductive one or the Laura one.

Laura stepped forward.

No. Oh fuck, no. Warm, bare arms wrapped around Alaina and squeezed gently, but not quite enough to draw her head into her favorite boobs. I could. She stared into the deep, deep expanse of cleavage in front of her.

Laura pulled back just as quickly. “Can’t stand around back here forever,” she said, bouncing slightly in place as her smile turned excited.

She just jiggled. Alaina’s jaw clenched with the force of her self-restraint, and she stepped to the side.

Laura brushed past her, seeming to drift closer than was strictly necessary.

Alaina inhaled and the faint, spicy scent of perfume rushed into her nose. She sagged against the wall.

I’m so fucked.

“Wow,” said Floyd as Laura strutted into the other room. His eyes swept up and down her body.

Alaina stayed in the doorway, her attention riveted to her blonde friend. Her peripheral vision grudgingly accepted a few details from the rest of the room—plain, white, and with a large bed taking up most of it. Boring.

Floyd was rising off the edge of the fluffy-looking bed, a camera with a professional-looking lens hanging off a strap around his neck.

Laura walked over and sat on the bed, facing the doorway. Her lips glistened from the gloss that Becks had put on, her eyes were emphasized by eyeliner and mascara, her cheeks lightly rouged. She grinned at Alaina and crossed her legs, one red-heeled foot waving at the younger girl.

Alaina bit her lip and clenched her inner muscles. I wish that was enough to stop me from being this wet. She’s so fucking sexy. I don’t even care if it’s a Quirk anymore. Feeling like this is fucking awesome. Her pulse was still pounding in her ears. She smiled back, her overall restraint crumbling a little.

“Since you’re already sitting, let’s try one with you laying back on the bed,” said Floyd. He moved over to the corner adjacent the door and pulled out a chair, positioning it next to the opposite side of the bed from Laura. Light spilled in from the wide window to the model’s side, bathing her in a warm glow as she reclined back onto the bed.

Alaina clenched her hands tightly together.

“Actually, can you move all the way onto the bed,” Floyd said. He stepped up onto the chair and pointed his camera down at the bed, then began adjusting the lens.

Laura rolled over and knee-walked a little ways on the bed before turning onto her back again. She reached under her head and fanned her hair out behind her over the bed, then arched her back slightly and placed her heels on the bed. “How’s this?” she asked, leaning her head back to look up at the camera while her hands played along the top of one of her stockings.

I...

Floyd clicked away, taking several shots from slightly different angles.

Laura’s legs spread open slightly, then she crossed one knee over the other.

I want that fucking embroidery to be gone! Alaina pouted. Actually I just want the photos he’s taking. One of them is gonna be my new phone background.

“Amazing,” said Floyd, looking down at his camera. “I think we’ll do the rest of them standing, though. That’s how Cynthia wanted it done. She said to pretend like you’re trying to seduce your boyfriend before bed.” He hopped off the chair. “How about up against the wall next to the bed there.”

Laura sat up on the bed and flashed Alaina a wicked grin as she began crawling towards her.

Alaina grinned back in return, unable to maintain eye contact for long as her eyes lowered to the exposed tops of the other girl’s breasts.

The lingerie model stepped off the bed, then sauntered over to stand against the pure white wall. She posed with a slightly-mischievous look on her face as she leaned back, one leg crossed over in front of the other with her arms spread slightly, emphasizing the designs running along her chest.