Chapter 7: Coppertone Reboot

It was now Friday, and this was to be her fifth visit to Karl Richter’s Photo Studio, as per her deal with Mr. Davenport, her Private school Vice-Principal, to keep her parents in the dark about her suspension. And by now her subliminal transformation into becoming a true slut was progressing nicely. And she proved this yet again this morning when she put on her cheerleading uniform as usual but decided to go full commando underneath.

She skipped down the stairs to have breakfast and hugged her sitting father tightly, her budding teenage breasts crushing against his shoulders.

“‘Morning, Daddy,” she said cheerfully.

“Harrumph! And a good morning to you too, baby,” he replied, clearing his throat after the unexpected hug.

“You seem in a good mood this morning, dear,” her mother smiled. “You must really be looking forward to the weekend.”

“Uh? Oh, yeah, sure,” Eve replied.

“I suppose you’ll be going to the game this Saturday to cheer them to victory as always?” Her father inquired.

“Uh, ah, but of course,” the 16-year-old tried to recover. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well come sit down and have some breakfast,” her mother set a dish of pancakes in front of her lovely daughter. “You better hurry or you’ll be late for school.”

Eve gobbled up her breakfast and then hurriedly rushed out the door before her parents asked any more awkward questions.

Hopping onto the bus that would take her to the Photo Studio, the cheerful teenager sat across a burly construction worker, giving him an accidental flash of her pussy under the short cheerleader skirt.

‘Now that wakes up the old pecker,’ he mused as he kept eyeing the young girl’s bare cunt-mound the whole trip.

Fifteen minutes later Eve got off the bus and made her way to Karl Richter’s Photo Studio for her next ‘assignment’.

“Good day, Eve,” the 48-year-old photographer greeted his beautiful young model. “You ready for another session?”

“You bet I am,” she smiled back at the older man. “What is it today? Prom dresses? Maybe another store set up?”

“Oh, nothing like that I’m afraid,” Karl smiled at her enthusiasm. “However, I’m not sure if you’d be comfortable with this latest project that was handed to me.”

“Why would you think that?” Eve asked, her curiosity piqued. “You’re not going to ask me to pose naked, are you?”

“We-ll, not exactly,” Karl replied, acting a little nervous for her benefit. “Have you ever seen the Coppertone sunscreen ad from years ago where this cute 4-year-old girl has her bathing suit bottom being tugged by this dog?”

“Really?” Hearing of such a thing caught her off guard. “No, I don’t think so. Why do you ask?”

“Well I’m not surprised that you never saw it as it came out way back in the 1950s,” Karl told her. “Anyway, one of Coppertone’s competitors wants to copy that ad with a new twist. Instead of a little girl, they want a girl about your age to be part of it.”

“O-kay,” Eve replied, still confused as to why Karl thought she wouldn’t want to do this. “So, what’s the big deal about that?”

“Here, let me show you the old ad,” Karl said, pulling out his cellphone and pulling out a picture of the original 1953 ad.

He then held it up to the blonde 16-year-old so she could see it for herself.

“As you can see,” he went on. “The girl is topless in this ad, and this new customer of mine wants my model to do the same. Now I know how you feel about nude photos and all, but you’ll actually be covering your ... tits with your hands, see.”

Eve studied the old ad for quite some time before coming to a decision.

“And you’re sure that you won’t take any pictures of me naked?” She asked, just to make sure.

“Have I ever lied to you yet?” Karl smiled at her, yet not quite promising anything to the girl.

“Of course not,” Eve replied, trusting him completely now. “So if we’re really going to do this, we’d need a dog, wouldn’t we?”

“Of course,” he smiled. “The sunscreen company dropped him off last night. They named him Copper as sort of a zing against their competitor Coppertone.”

Actually, Copper was a retired Police dog, and named as an indicator of the job he had at the time, which James and Karl purchased and retrained for their own purpose. But the dog’s sniffing ability proved quite useful in ‘sniffing’ out new girls for their various movie projects.

“Okay, let’s do it then,” Eve smiled. “I’ll go change and be out in a minute. I take it you left my ‘costume’ in the room as always?”

“One would barely call it a costume ... considering that it’s only a bikini bottom,” Karl quipped. “HA-HA-HA!”

“Tee-hee-hee!” Eve giggled back nervously at that as well.

“Oh, and you should put your hair in pigtails while you’re at it,” Karl added. “Maybe in the style Britney Spears had when she sang that song of hers in that sexy school girl outfit ... you know the one I mean.”

“I know just the one you mean,” she smiled, recalling the video. “I’ll be back in a flash.”

A moment later the 16-year-old disappeared in the changing room, but didn’t bother closing the door completely this time, another indication that her sluttish transformation was coming to the surface.

And while young Eve was changing, Karl went into the back room to get the dog he and James Davenport had selected for this specific photoshoot.

Just as he returned with a muscular looking Mastiff on a leash, Eve stepped out of the changing room wearing only the bottom part of a red string-bikini with her hair braided in two pigtails. And just as with her previous fittings, the beautiful blonde 16-year-old made sure to show off a camel-toe of her cunt-lips at the front. As for her chest area, she had slipped on the same all too short bathrobe he had supplied her the day before.

This brought a smile to Karl’s lips as he admired how sexy she looked, even with the bathrobe hiding her breasts ... for now.

Eve stared down at the powerful looking animal and a look of concern showed on her teenage face.

“He ... he looks kind of ... mean, don’t you think,” she said rather nervously.

“He just looks mean, but he’s actually quite friendly,” Karl reassured her. “Come closer so he can smell you. Remember Othello and how he got to know you just from sniffing you.”

“Yeah, of course I do,” she replied, looking up at her mentor. “And you’re sure that he’s ... you know ... safe.”

“Absolutely,” he told her as he reached out for her hand. “Eve, this is Copper ... Copper, meet Eve.”

Almost immediately the big muscular dog began sniffing at her fingers, and then moved to her body, concentrating at her legs as he diligently moved his way up along her thighs towards her groin where her slender legs met.

Eve’s breath caught when she felt the dog’s breath blowing around her pubic area. With everything Karl had put her through since she first started here, her vagina had grown overly sensitive to any kind of stimulation, and having this dog sniffing and huffing his hot breath at her there was definitely stimulating her.

And as always, the cold air of the studio stiffened her nipples, which only amplified the strange new sensations the sniffing dog was giving her.

“Okay, enough of that, Copper,” Karl said, tugging on the dog’s leash. “Sit!”

The big dog obediently sat at his side, panting heavily in front of the half-naked teenager.

Karl then grabbed two spray bottles and approached Eve. She knew what to expect now and remained still to allow him to spritz her with the water as he had done many times before.

“You need to take the bathrobe off so I can spray the water on you, honey,” Karl casually told her. “C’mon, Eve, it’s just me here ... no camera.”

Just the fact that there were no cameras seemed to make all the difference to her as she calmly removed the bathrobe and let it drop to the floor at her feet. The 16-year-old was now standing completely topless in front of the old man as he started spritzing her from top to bottom.

Karl was using one spritzing bottle over her chest, but a different one on her bottom half. But what Eve was unaware of was that the liquid being spritzed on her legs and bottom was not only water, but had a little bitch-pheromone mixed in with it.

Even that little amount of the pheromone additive was enough to get Copper’s attention as the big Mastiff began shifting nervously while remaining seated.

“How are you doing with this, Eve?” Karl asked, just to make sure.

“It always tickles a little when you spray the water on me,” she replied rather casually. “But sure, I’m fine.”

The 16-year-old blonde teenager seemed completely at ease with being topless in front of him, a man. This would have been unthinkable to her a week ago, demonstrating how much she had changed without realizing in such a short time.

“Okay, that looks good,” Karl finally said as he stopped spritzing her. “Now you should face away so that Copper can grab hold of your bikini bottom from behind just like in that old ad I showed you.”

With that, she turned to face away from him as instructed.

“Now cover your ... ahem, tits with your hands,” he then reminded her.

She did that and instantly looked even sexier than she ever had before as she felt her now hardened nipples between her fingers.

“Oh, before I bring the dog over,” Karl then paused. “You remember that butt-plug thing you were asking me about the other day?”

“Uh? Oh yeah,” Eve had to think about that for a moment before recalling what he was referring to. “What about it?”

“Well, I have one right here, see,” he told her.

Eve looked back and saw that he was holding a small two-inch butt-plug in his hand with kind of a ring at the end of it like a baby’s pacifier.

“Wha ... why do you have that, Karl?” She asked, feeling quite nervous.

“Well, when this sunscreen called me about this ad,” Karl tried to explain, lying through his teeth. “I was a bit concerned that the dog’s snot might get in your ... excuse my French, your asshole. So I tried to think of a way to prevent something like that from happening, you see, and that’s when I thought of this thing.”

He held up the butt-plug to make his point.

“I figure if this plug was in your ... ahem ... asshole,” he then said. “Then the dog’s snot wouldn’t be able to get in there.”

“I ... I suppose that kinda makes sense,” Eve sighed, her mind reeling at the idea of anything being stuffed in her tiny anal-passage. “But will that thing even fit inside me?”

“I don’t see why not,” Karl grinned. “You handled those Ben-Wah Balls easily enough, didn’t you,” he reminded her. “And this isn’t much bigger than those balls, see.”

“I ... I guess it would be okay,” she finally agreed, somewhat reluctantly.

“Good girl,” Karl smiled. “Why don’t you bend over so that I can slip this in you and then we can get started with the ad photos.”

Trusting him implicitly now, Eve turned to face away from him and bent over at the waist to get her ass up higher.

But the instant the young blonde had turned her head away from him, Karl pocketed the tiny two-inch butt-plug and pulled out a much large five-inch model with a much wider bulge to it with the added feature of a vibrator built into it of which he had the controls to it in his pocket. He then pulled the back of Eve’s bikini bottom down and aimed the vile instrument at her puckered little asshole. He then slowly started working it inside of her tight virgin asshole using a pumping motion to loosen her sphincter through the penetration.

“UNGH!?!” Eve grunted as she felt it being pushed in inch by inch. “It ... it feels a lot bigger, Karl?”

“Oh, that’s just your mind playing tricks on you, honey,” he said, bluffing his way through. “You saw yourself how tiny it really is, right.”

“UNGH! UFFH!” She kept grunting as the last on the five-inch butt-plug was shoved all the way in. “You’ ... you’re probably right! It’s weird how one’s mind can play tricks on you, uh.”

“It certainly is,” Karl grinned a completing this task. “Now I think we’re just about ready to start shooting that ad. You all set?”

“Ye ... yes,” she sighed, finding it hard to concentrate with the butt-plug now stimulating her insides as she straightened herself back up, remembering to cover her breasts just like in the ad photo. “Let’s do this.”