0 comments/ 31330 views/ 8 favorites Frankie Sandford Sex Shame By: UpskirtMan89 The Saturdays tour was over. One final concert, and she'd done it. 26 gigs in little over a month. Frankie was running on empty, but as she walked off the stage for the last time with the cheers ringing in her ears, she smiled to herself. She was looking forward to having a nice couple of months off to recharge her batteries. But first, there were more important matters at hand. It was time to celebrate with her band mates, and celebrating was one thing they knew how to do in style. She hugged Mollie as they walked backstage, through to their dressing room. She saw Una open the door and her face lit up. When Frankie arrived, she saw the reason. There was a huge bottle of champagne on ice waiting for them in the dressing room. They all grabbed a glass, and poured, clinking glasses with one another and wooping and dancing around. Their manager came in and hugged them all individually, before saying he was going ahead to the bar he'd booked for the after party. Frankie slipped into a figure hugging black and white patterned dress, that just about covered her bum, and a huge pair of black heels. The girls left via the back door of the venue, stopping to sign a few autographs, before jumping into the car, and heading for the bar. Once at the bar, they stepped out of the car and sauntered inside, to more cheers from various admirers. The bar manager escorted them to a roped off VIP area where some of the crew, agents and managers were hanging out. Most importantly though, there was more free champagne. Frankie grabbed a glass and sank into an extremely comfortable sofa, where she was chatting with Rochelle... 'I know we all love performing Roch, but honestly, I'm so glad that's over. The last three of four shows were just painful!' 'Yeah I know what you mean, but it's all done now, so forget about it, and relax. And have a good time,' Rochelle replied, sinking the last of her champagne, and giggling. 'Well, we all know how to do that,' Frankie replied, emptying her own glass and grabbing a replacement. All the girls were tipsy within the hour, and as Frankie tottered back from the ladies' room, a tall, fairly handsome guy, maybe 30 years old stopped her in her tracks... 'Hi, I was hoping I'd get a chance to talk to you. My name is Phil, I'm a freelance photographer. Can I give you my card? I'd love to do a shoot with you sometime.' Frankie frowned at the card, not really paying attention, dismissing this Phil as yet another hanger-on, even if he was cute. 'You're probably better off speaking to my agent, or my manager. They're over there,' she slurred back at him. He laid a hand gently on her arm 'Hey, come on. I'm not a creep. I do some pretty classy work. Seriously, you should think about it, I have some great thoughts.' She leaned against the wall, looking up at him' 'I get this sort of thing all the time. What's so special about you?' He smiles and sidled up to her, reaching for the camera around his neck. 'Look, maybe if I show you? I'm not paparazzi, see?' he said, as he flicked through various pictures of models. Frankie had to admit that they were good shots. She couldn't ever imagine herself doing a shoot like that though. 'Ok, they're pretty good, but not my thing I don't think. I definitely won't go topless for a start!' At that, she saw him smile, and look over her body. It wasn't a new thing to her. She was portrayed as a sex object in the band, so it was natural that guys would check her out. 'You really should you know. In a classy way I mean. Every guy in the country would buy the magazine with that shot in. But hey, I respect what you have to say. No topless shots.' 'You make it sound like I've agreed,' she said laughing at him a little. 'Well we both know you will eventually, so we might as well get it over with right?' he teased, giving her a nudge with his hip. 'I'm here to have a good time tonight, not talk business!' 'Ok, no more business. But at least let me buy you a drink as a gesture of goodwill.' She nodded. 'Ok, one. Then I should get back to the girls.' He slipped his hand around hers, and walked her to the bar, ordering a couple of cocktails. He hopped up on a barstool, and she followed suit, not quite managing to do it gracefully, noting his smile as he got a look at her red thong. 'So, must be good to finish off the tour,' he said. She nodded in reply. 'Hell yes! I'm so fucking tired. I don't know how I'm still standing!' 'Well, there's always a remedy for that,' he said, reaching into his pocket before quickly flashing a little bag of white powder, and grinning at her. She bit her lip, looking around. 'You might be on to something there,' she said, smiling. 'It's gonna cost you,' he said with a big grin. 'Oh yeah?' 'Three trial shots. No obligation. Just to see what I can do for you. If you don't like them, I'll get out of your hair.' 'Deal... but... where?' 'Lucky for you, I know the manager of this place. He won't mind if we borrow his office for five minutes.' She followed him up to the office, looking around nervously before diving inside. Once there, he laid out a couple of lines of the coke, helping himself to one. 'All yours,' he said, motioning to the other. She bent down and took it, standing back up and smiling, waiting for it to hit. 'Okay, where do you want me?' she asked. 'In the chair. Rest your arms on the armrests. Knees together, feet apart. And don't smile,' he told her. She assumed the position as he took the picture. 'Two left,' she told him. 'What next?' 'Ok, I want you to perch on the edge of the desk, lean toward the camera, and laugh. Don't force the smile. I want a natural laugh.' She did as he asked, trying her best to look as natural as possible. 'I feel a bit stupid doing that! I know it's gonna come out rubbish!' she told him. 'Nonsense!' he replied 'Ok, last photo. How daring are you feeling?' 'Daring? How do you mean?' 'Well, I was thinking of something a little sexier.' 'What did you have in mind?' she asked, intrigued. 'Well, I want you to lean back on the desk, and slowly open your legs, and give me a super sexy look.' She laughed out loud, before realising that he wasn't joking. She'd taken a bit of a liking to Phil. He made her feel sexy, she realised. Added to the champagne and the coke, she obliged him, leaning back and looking at the camera, slowly parting her thighs to let him photograph her tiny red thong. 'Frankie, you have no idea how hot you look right now,' he told her, taking a few pictures. 'I feel pretty hot,' she replied, noticing that she really enjoyed that third shot. 'Hot enough to do a few more pics?' he asked, with a cheeky grin. 'I don't know how you keep getting me to agree to stuff,' she smiled, before jumping off the desk and bending over the chair for him and slowly lifting the dress to show her pert little bum to the camera, looking over her shoulder. Phil's jaw dropped, and he hurriedly took a few snaps, making the most of the opportunity this gorgeous, famous girl was presenting. 'You naughty little madam,' he told her, laughing. 'If I didn't know better, I'd say you're loving every second if this!' 'Maybe,' she replied. He fixed her with a look. 'You like the naughty ones?' She looked a bit embarrassed, then nodded. Phil smiled. 'Back on the desk. Legs open.' He watched as she obeyed. 'Now, slip a hand into your knickers.' She hesitated for a second, but she was too far gone by now. A hand slowly slipped into the thong, a little moan escaping as she touched herself right in front of him, allowing him to photograph the whole thing. She realised she was wet and she was getting wetter as she shamelessly fingered herself. She didn't resist when he moved towards her and slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders, so that her pert little tits popped out. 'Lose the thong,' he instructed her. She slowly peeled it down, and off, watching as he photographed her basically naked form. The coke and booze had kicked in by now, and she playfully threw the thong at him, laughing and then slowly opened her legs to show him her waxed pussy lips, unmindful of the camera. There was a small voice in her head telling her that this was a bad idea, but intoxicated as she was, she was having a great time, and the tingle between her legs felt amazing. She hadn't done this before, but she'd seen porn. She traced a hand down her front, and looked into the camera as she slipped a couple of fingers into her wetness, before taking it out and sucking on them slowly. Phil couldn't believe his look. His camera clicked relentlessly, his cock straining in his jeans as the girl every guy in the bar wanted to fuck was parading in here for him. 'Don't stop. You look so hot and dirty.' She smiled. 'Coke makes me horny.' 'Why don't you bend over and do some more then?' She laughed, and complied. She put together a large line, and slowly did it, bending over the table, opening her legs as she did, hearing the click of the camera. She finished the line, before hearing Phil say to her... 'Reach your hands around to your bum. I want you to pull your cheeks apart for me.' She gasped, but she looked over her shoulder at him and did as he asked, feeling on fire as he photographed her in the sluttiest of poses. He then stood and looked at her... 'Have you ever wondered how you look with a cock in your mouth?' 'I thought you'd never ask,' she grinned, leaning back on the table, her dress around her midriff. Seconds later, his jeans were round his ankles, and his cock was standing proud in front of him. She moved towards him and knelt, looking up at the camera with her hand round his shaft, before gently engulfing it in her mouth, always looking at the camera, as she started to suck him, slowly. His moans and the click of his camera filled her ears, until he quickly pulled out of her mouth... 'Carry on and I'll come,' he burst out, breathlessly. Frankie stood, and lifted herself onto the table-top. Smiling at him... 'I guess you know what's next then,' she said, as he moved forward, and eased his stiff shaft into her bare pussy. Chills ran through her as he photographed it sliding in, along with the expression on her face as she moaned. The sex lasted less than two minutes. Phil was clearly excited, and before long he was grimacing, clearly trying to hold onto the load that was filling Frankie's pussy. She just smiled as she felt him empty into her. She pushed him away, and allowed him to photograph her leaking slit as she rubbed her clit. It wasn't long before the nature of the situation drove her over the edge and Phil caught the entire episode on camera as she climaxed hard. She lay there whimpering as she recovered. Phil took a couple of photos as she fixed her dress, and told him to keep the thong as a memento. She strode out of the office and back to the girls, feeling the trickle of cum on the inside of her thighs. The rest of the night was a blur. She awoke in her bed in the morning, fully clothed, with her phone ringing. She let it ring out, and with a pounding head, she opened her eyes to find she had over fifty missed calls. Her stomach sank as she had a flashback to the previous night, and she rolled out of bed, and found Vanessa in the lounge, who threw her the paper... 'You're in deep shit Frankie.' She picked up the paper to find a censored picture of herself on the front page, with the headline 'FRANKIE SEX & DRUGS SHAME' sprawled across it in big letters. She hesitantly turned to page three, and sure enough, there was a picture of her, smiling, with her boobs on show, and a pile of coke next to her, with a box urging readers to head to the newspapers website for more shocking and explicit images. 'Have you checked the website?' she asked Vanessa, who nodded. 'And?' Vanessa grinned. 'Well... It's one hell of a way to get kicked out of the band.' Frankie put her head in her hands. 'I'm so embarrassed! What if my family see it?' Vanessa grimaced. 'Oh Franks. Listen, you got caught, but you just had a bit of fun. Nobody died. Besides, who was that guy? You have to give me his number!' Frankie couldn't help but smile, tossing Vanessa Phil's card as she strode away to get showered.