Anita
Copyright© 2023 by R.P.A.M.
Chapter 93
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 93 - Anita has had fantasies about public nudity since she was sixteen. She is now twenty-three and finally going to act them out. While doing this, she discovers something about herself that will alter her life.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Coercion Consensual Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Fiction School DomSub Humiliation Spanking Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Squirting Body Modification Public Sex Transformation
Frank had collected a few boxes in the store that I would need to pose with. But please, don’t ask me what it was. I can use computers, but I don’t know all the component names. Especially not because these were the more expensive computer parts.
Frank and I were waiting at the counter while he tried to explain some of the things he had collected, but it went straight over my head. But I still listened attentively, because it was obvious he was really into it. Probably why he worked here, of course.
“Here is the paperwork,” I heard Lesley say, who came walking to us. “Want to go over it quickly?”
“Umm, yes, please,” I told him.
And so, we went through the three pages of text. In short, it explained I was hired by them to do a nude photoshoot and that the photos would be used to promote the store on the more adult-themed websites. It also said I would be paid 500 credits, and that my artist name would be mentioned, and that my website address would be added. The third page was a little information about the websites and even digital magazines, where the ads would be posted.
The wording was straightforward and simple, so I felt fine with it. We all signed the contract, and each of us got a copy. I folded it and put it in my purse.
“Ready for the shoot,” Lesley said.
“Sure, where do you want me?” I asked.
Lesley looked at Frank and asked, “Maybe in the game corner?”
“Yes, that’s probably the best place.”
The game corner was an area in the back left corner. It was a separate part of the store that was set up for six people. Each spot had very comfortable gaming chairs, large screens, and fancy keyboards and mice.
“We have a COD team playing here every weekend. That’s why we have this here,” Lesley explained.
“Do you rent it out?”
“No, no. They can play here during opening hours, and it attracts a certain crowd. It helps us sell the more expensive pieces, of course,” Frank answered.
“Now, where to put you?” Lesley asked himself more than us. He looked around the game corner and then said. “Maybe you could sit over there, on the corner table. The colors on the walls there are perfect. And I think you will be able to sit on top of the table, maybe even resting your left leg on it, while your right leg hangs over the edge. It will be a more casual pose. Let’s try it.”
I walked to the spot he had pointed at and noticed the table was probably low enough so I could keep one foot on the ground. I sat on it and lay my left leg on it as well, bent of course. It made me feel more relaxed in the way I was sitting. The table was maybe just too high, because only the tip of my toes reached the floor. Nevertheless, it was a comfortable place to sit.
“That looks great!” Lesley said. “Let’s take a quick snapshot to test it.”
Lesley went away for a few seconds and returned with what I thought looked like a very professional camera.
“I’m a bit of a hobby photographer,” he said, chuckling. “Now just sit as if you were relaxing.”
I’m not a professional model, so I wasn’t sure what he meant by sitting like I was relaxing, so I just sat in what felt comfortable to me.
He took a photo and looked at the back of his camera. He adjusted a setting, took another photo, and smiled. “This looks nice,” he said and walked over to me to show it.
I looked at the photo and thought it was nice. Although now that I saw the photo, I noticed that by sitting like this on the table, my pussy was also in view, and I noticed that my labia was swollen, and my vagina was still standing open slightly.
“Maybe you can take off your t-shirt now, so I can check if the lighting is okay for your skin.”
I pulled the t-shirt over my head, and Frank offered to take it from me. I positioned myself back on the table like before and waited for Lesley to take another shot. Again, he took two photos and returned them to me.
I have to say, I didn’t look too bad in the picture. I even think he had my body perfectly lit, and the wall colors were slightly blurred, which made it look dreamy.
“They look very nice!” I told him.
“Yeah, I think I picked the right spot for this,” he then looked at Frank and asked, “So, what do you want her to hold to promote?”
“Oh, I have about ten items she can showcase for us.”
Well, with showcase, he meant holding it up and making sure my breasts and also my pussy stayed in view. Lesley took his time with every shot and took 5 to 10 photos of each product, sometimes directing me to hold the box at a slight angle, lower it, or do something similar.
I didn’t really have to do much. I just had to sit there and act as the prop for the products they wanted to promote. A pretty naked and sexy prop, maybe, but still, that was it.
When we were finally done, Lesley was smiling. I was alone with him, because for the last three products I had showcased, Frank had gone to help a customer who had walked in.
“These photos look great,” he told me.
“I’m glad you’re happy,” I said to him.
“These will attract some attention for sure,” he said, then he looked at me and asked, “Could I ask you for one other thing?”
“Umm, sure,” I told him.
“Would you take a seat in the chair on the edge, and act like you are playing COD? I would love to have a few shots like that ... well, to share with other fellow players. If you don’t mind.”
“I don’t mind. Just tell me what I need to do and snap away!”
“Thanks,” he said, smiling. He went to the edge of the table, the one closest to the rest of the store, and switched on the screen and started the computer. “Come,” he said and motioned me.
I walked up to him, and he handed me a pair of gamer headphones. “Put this on, it will look more realistic,” he said, smiling, which made me happy too.
I sat down on the chair, which was very comfy, I have to say. And then leaned a little forward so I could look at the screen as if I was engaged in the game. Left hand on the keyboard, right hand on the mouse. I let my fingers hover over the WASD keys while I held a firm grip on the mouse.
Because I was sitting there so he could take photos, I tried to pose for Lesley rather than play for real. By the sound of his camera, I knew he was snapping away. Now and then, I changed my pose a little.
“This was nice of you, thank you,” Lesley finally said.
I swung the chair to face him, and I noticed his eyes checking me out. I smiled at him and asked, “Do you maybe want some extra photos for your personal collection?”
“Umm. What do you have in mind?”
“Well, what do you think of this pose?” I asked while I scooted a little forward on the chair and opened my legs for him. His eyes got bigger.
He swallowed and asked, “Are you sure?”
“I knew my pussy was already in full view earlier, so why not take a few without anything hiding my body?”
He smiled and said, “I wouldn’t mind that.”
And so he started taking a few more pictures of me, and I felt a warm, pleasant feeling emanating from deep inside.
I noticed that Frank was returning from helping the customer, but I didn’t move because Lesley was still taking some pictures of me, moving around to get different angles.
“So, what are these photos for?” Frank asked with a chuckle, while obviously staring at my pussy.
Lesley was startled and got back up from his kneeling position, “Umm, just a few photos for ... well, my collection,” he ended with a smile.
“I can presume you are done now?” Frank asked.
“Yes, we are,” Lesley said and smiled at me.
“Cool! Well, I hope the pictures will be very useful for you guys. It was fun!” Only after I had said this did I close my legs and get up from the chair. I still had the headset on, so I took it off and laid it on the table.
“Thank you for doing this,” Frank said. “I wasn’t sure how we would get a model, except by asking Nikita for one of her girls, but they ask a lot of money for a shoot like this.”
“No problem, and if your ads go up on those websites mentioned in the contract, I’m sure I also will benefit from it. So, thank you, as well.”
“You’re welcome,” Lesley said.
“Let’s go collect your things so you can go home,” Frank said. “I think we took enough advantage of your time.”
I smiled at him and said, “You were paying for it anyway, so it’s okay. And, to tell you the truth. I had fun as well.”
We started to walk to the counter, and then Frank said, “Aren’t you forgetting something?” He pointed at my t-shirt lying on the table on the other side.
“Oops,” I said with a giggle. “I’m just not used to putting clothes on.”
“So, what I saw on that website, that wasn’t the only thing you did?” Lesley asked, surprised, while I was walking to get my t-shirt.
“That’s how it all started,” I told him. “I haven’t been dressed for the whole week now, except for now and then, like right now.” And to prove my point, I put my t-shirt back on.
“You call this dressed?” Frank joked. “Most girls wouldn’t even leave their room, dressed like that.”
“Yeah, well. I’m not like them, I guess.”
We had arrived at the counter, and I noticed that all my stuff was gone. Frank must have noticed my worried look, because he quickly said, “I put it away. Just a second.”
He walked behind the counter, opened another door, revealing a small office. He didn’t really need to go into the room, because my things were lying on a table just next to the door. He returned with my stuff and laid it all on the counter. He then asked, “Do you maybe need a bag? Not that it’s much, but it carries so much more easily.”
“That would be nice, thanks,” I told him.
He pulled out a bag from beneath the counter and then put all the things Patrick had ordered in it, plus the extra memory card.
“Let me make the invoice quickly,” he said.
I had to wait for him to make it, and when it was printed out, he added it to the bag. He then opened the cash register and took some money out. It was 105 credits.
“The contract said we were going to pay you 500, so minus the memory card, make 395. So, you get a little more than just the card.”
“Oh! Thank you!” I said, surprised. Well, I had also noticed the 500 in the contract, but I hadn’t really thought about it. But it seemed they would pay me 500 for my time, and with it, I could pay the second card. This way, it was all above board and legal. Smart business!
I accepted the money and put it in my purse.
“Well, guys, if this was it, then I need to go. I still have to drive home, but first I need to visit one last shop.”
“Then we won’t hold you up,” Frank said.
“Umm, those pictures I took for my private collection,” Lesley said. “Do you maybe want a copy of them?”
“Oh! That would be nice,” I told him.
“But, wouldn’t that be stupid?” Frank asked.
“How so?” Lesley returned the question.
“Aren’t we going to use them for our advertisements. Isn’t it...”
“No, not those,” Lesley said, smiling, “I took a few extra photos, like when she was sitting on the chair. We aren’t going to use those, so she can have some copies, and it won’t hurt us.”
“Oh! I see. I misunderstood. Sorry.”
Lesley then looked at me and said, “I’ll e-mail them to you.”
“Thanks, well, I’m off now. Bye!”
“See ya!” Lesley said.
I walked into the shoe store and noticed that the owner was helping two women. One of them was trying on some black patent leather gala shoes with a high heel. The other woman was just standing there looking around.
I went to the rack where those knee-high gladiator sandals were on display. This time, I took my time checking them out and noticed this one had a long strip up the back of the leg. The straps were attached to them as support. I thought I liked these even better than the pair I had seen on a woman a couple of months ago. This strip was only about an inch wide, so it didn’t hide too much of the back of the leg. There were also pictures standing next to it, showing that it came in black, white, or red. I was a little torn between the black and red ones. Both of them looked nice, and while I had considered buying them in black, the red ones also looked good on the woman in the picture. Maybe I should try both and see which I liked best.
I sat on the ottoman near my dream shoes and waited until the man was finished with the other two women. It seemed that the woman couldn’t decide which of the three pairs of shoes the man had brought to try out. The other woman tried to say the open-toe one looked best, but the other woman thought the one with closed toes but covering less of the top of her feet looked better. There was nothing else to do but just wait.
To make it even worse, the shop owner had to go to the back two more times to get some other shoes with a different design for the woman to try on. I started to get a little impatient, which caused me to wobble my legs. This was a nervous quirk I always had when I became impatient.
Eventually, the woman picked the one with the open toes, the one her friend had told her looked the best. I wonder why some people need to try on so many different shoes, or even clothes, to eventually pick the one they had tried on first or second.
But they were finally done, and the man was carrying the box with the shoes to the cash register. The woman slowly followed, and when they saw me, the one who had been helping her friend smiled and said, “Nice kitty!” She wasn’t looking me in the eyes.